Young Sherlock Holmes And The Pyramid Of Fear Page #2

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- Generals don't make any money.

- I want to be an author.

- Authors don't make money.

- I want to be a barrister.

- Barristers make money.

I want to be a doctor.

- Nobody asked you.

- Sorry.

Holmes, what do

you want to be when you grow up?

I never want to be alone.

(JINGLING)

- (DOG WHINES)

- (JINGLING)

Uncas!

(BARKS)

Uncas!

(UNCAS SNARLS)

Why did you do that?

You left me all alone.

There we go.

(JINGLING)

(FAINT JINGLING)

(JINGLING)

Hello, is anybody there?

(JINGLING AND CREAKING)

(JINGLING)

Oh!

(TINKLING GLASS)

(CLANG OF STEEL)

Aah...! Ah! Ah...!

Get out of the way!

Aah...!

Holmes is going to solve the crime!

- Holmes is going to solve a crime!

- What?

- Let's go!

- Did you hear? Holmes is going...

It was my second week at Brompton.

With each passing day, my fascination

with Holmes continued to grow.

On this occasion, the school

was bursting with excitement.

Dudley had challenged Holmes

to a test of ingenuity and perception.

Dudley had snatched the fencing

trophy and hidden it in a secret place.

He gave Holmes 60 minutes

to find the trophy.

Holmes accepted with confidence.

- The game is afoot!

- Hooray!

Good luck, Holmes! Good luck!

There he is!

But this is truly despicable!

Lmagine, a student

acting like a chimpanzee!

Mr Snelgrove, he's just having fun.

- Surely you remember what fun was?

- Fun (?)

This Holmes boy is too precocious,

too egotistical for his own good.

He'll never find that trophy.

- I'll wager a guinea he does.

- Done.

- Ah!

- Uh.

Excuse me.

Holmes, you've only got one minute.

Holmes, you've only got...

I heard you the first time!

Can't you see I'm concentrating?

(CLOCK CHIMES)

Only seconds left.

I assume you're giving up?

Never assume anything.

But Holmes, I see no sign of a trophy.

But I do.

(CLOCK STILL CHIMING)

Stop! Holmes, have you gone mad?

This is an antique!

(CHEERING)

It was a wonderful moment for Holmes.

Little could he know his talents would

soon be put to a much greater test.

A test of terrifying

and deadly proportions.

I came through the skylight

into the kitchen, giving them a fright.

I noticed the particles of freshly-baked

ceramic beneath the oven.

Odd for a kitchen used to prepare meals.

So, the clues:

Red and green paint, ceramic.

Pondering this, I kicked the snow

from my shoe.

The snow crumbled and revealed

my shoe. This struck a chord.

- You heard music?

- Watson, you buffoon!

I'm talking about a parallel,

between my foot encased in snow

and the trophy encased in some sort

of ceramic:
A jar, a vase.

- Painted with red and green paint.

- Exactly, Watson.

Holmes! This time

I've definitely solved the problem!

He's going to fly again.

(HUMS)

- Mr Lestrade?

- Holmes!

It's been, what, three or four days

since your last visit?

- This will only take a minute.

- There are no murder reports,

- no casebooks you haven't read.

- I'm not here for research.

- I'm on to something.

- Not again.

- I'm certain of it.

- Really?

Like when you thought the French

ambassador embezzled 300,000?

- It was the Russian ambassador.

- Holmes, please!

I don't have time for any more

of your... playpen crimes.

Just have a quick look at these.

- A suicide. A carriage accident.

- I suspect foul play.

Why? They are completely unrelated.

Wrong. Both men graduated

from the same university in 1809.

Coincidence.

Neither death fits their personalities.

Bobster was a happy man, content

with his life, career and family.

Why commit suicide?

He didn't even leave a note.

Reverend Nesbitt is described

as loving and peaceful.

Yet the carriage driver

insists he was crazed,

in a panic when he ran into the street.

A fluctuation of character

is not sufficient for an investigation.

Keep your nose out of the "Times"

and into your school books.

I appreciate your time, Mr Lestrade.

I suggest you hold on to these.

If I were a detective sergeant

trapped in this room all day,

I'd do everything in my power

to seek out that one investigation

- that could promote me to inspector.

- Good day, Holmes.

Holmes!

What are you doing?

Dudley dropped this.

I was giving it back.

- I beg your pardon?

- Your paper.

- It doesn't belong to me.

- You dropped it.

- It isn't even my handwriting.

- Give it...

These are the exam answers.

It appears we have finally discovered

the secret of your intelligence.

- But, sir...

- You better come with me.

The fools!

Their age has turned them to granite.

They only listen to themselves.

- I thought they'd consider my record.

- They did.

It did more harm than good.

A record of that quality only convinced

the Board you'd cheated all along.

- That's absurd.

- Well, Holmes,

you were caught with the answers

in front of a classroom of students.

Worse, the answers

were in your handwriting.

An excellent forgery. Who'd have

suspected Dudley could pull it off?

I can prove my innocence,

if you'd give me time.

The Board quoted the school motto

five times during our meeting.

- "Honesty, probity and diligence."

- Exactly!

In their eyes, you've committed

the worst crime imaginable.

And I'm being given the worst

punishment imaginable: Expulsion.

Holmes, I will do everything

within my power to help you.

I'll watch this Dudley fellow

and write a recommendation

that will get you into any school

in England.

- I appreciate that, sir.

- If there's anything else I can do...

Oh, well, there is one thing.

- One last duel.

- Yes, sir.

Holmes. You all right?

Fine. It's just a small cut.

I lost concentration for a moment.

I should have removed my ring.

It was an unfair distraction.

- The match is yours.

- Call it a draw.

Come, let Mrs Dribb

look at that wound.

Ah!

- There we are.

- Thank you, Mrs Dribb.

We're all going to miss you

around here, Mr Holmes.

Come on, giddy-up.

Dudley's going to pay dearly for this.

Punch to the jaw! Jab to the ribs!

Now, Watson, revenge is sweetest

when it's served up cold. Come.

- Holmes!

- (BO YS LAUGH)

You did this!

You're responsible, aren't you?

So that's where I dropped my

chemistry experiment: Into your tea!

Don't worry, it will wear off shortly.

You should be back to normal...

by summertime.

(JINGLING)

Chestnuts, hot chestnuts!

Chestnuts!

Chestnuts!

(SHOP BELL)

Ding-dong, ding-dong.

- Is your brother expecting you?

- I'll tell him when I arrive.

(CHUCKLES)

(SCREECHES)

Ah...! Ah...!

(STILL YELLING)

Get 'em off me!

Get them off me!

Get 'em off me, please!

Get 'em off!

Ah!

- Get it off!

- No, sir, no!

So, this is goodbye.

I really expected us

to become good friends.

(SHRILL WHISTLE)

What's going on?

Sir! You dropped this!

Eh Tar.

Eh Tar.

He seemed to go mad! He snatched

up a knife and stabbed himself!

Eh Tar, Holmes. Eh Tar.

Sir... No!

- Please, no!

- Holmes!

- I might have known.

- This is to do with...

Get these two schoolchildren

away from here!

Mr Lestrade, you've got to listen to me!

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