Young Sherlock Holmes And The Pyramid Of Fear Page #4

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I hear chanting.

Holmes, there's a door here!

Fancy him missing a door.

Watson, Elizabeth, over here.

(STAIRS CREAK)

(CHANTING IS CLOSER)

It's some sort of temple.

(LOUD CHANTING)

- I'm going down for a closer look.

- Let's get out of here alive!

Stay here,

I'll be back in a few minutes.

(CHANTING IS MORE URGENT)

(GIRL SCREAMS)

Stop! She's alive!

(CHANTING STOPS)

Get him! Get him!

Get him!

- Ah!

- Ah!

We got them!

Elizabeth!

Can you hear?

(BOTH) Elizabeth!

- What could have happened to her?

- Maybe she was hit by a thorn.

Aah...!

- (DISTANT SCREAM)

- Elizabeth!

- I think I hear something.

- You're right.

(SCREAMS)

Please! Please, Uncle! Don't!

Please! Help me! No!

- No...!

- Elizabeth!

- Help me tie her down.

- What with?

- My scarf! Quickly!

- I don't want to die!

(EVIL CACKLE)

- It's a hallucination!

- Help me!

It's not real! You're hallucinating!

Wake up!

- You've got to wake up! It's not real!

- No, Uncle!

- You're hallucinating. Listen to me!

- Please!

It's a hallucination! Elizabeth,

listen to me! Now, Watson... Watson?

- Dear God, not Watson, too!

- Please!

(HOLMES) Watson!

(HOLMES) Watson!

(SQUEAKS)

Oh!

Get 'im, get 'im, get 'im!

(EVIL GIGGLING)

No!

No!

(DOOR HINGES CREAK)

(WOMAN WEEPING)

Please don't cry, Mother. Please!

Don't you understand, Mother?

Can't you hear me?

Can't you hear what I'm saying?

Mother!

You! This is all your fault, son.

How could you do such a thing to me?

To your own father! Spying on me.

Forgive me, Father, please.

I didn't realise...

My private life is my own!

Your mother need never have known!

No, no, no! This is not real!

This is not real!

Argh!

This is not real!

It's just a hallucination.

It's only in my mind.

Maybe not!

No. Please, no!

Stay right there, or I'll blow

your bleedin' heads off!

I've convinced him to drop the charges.

Holmes, you and your friends

have cost me a night's sleep.

- Please, good morning.

- Mr Lestrade,

these fanatics are responsible

for numerous deaths.

I think they're responsible for the four

girls who disappeared last month.

- I beg you, begin an investigation!

- Based on what, your imagination?

A great detective relies on perception,

intelligence and imagination.

- Where'd you get that rubbish from?

- It's on the wall behind you.

Oh, gosh...

I don't see why I should explain

my actions to you.

I've spent seven years at Scotland

Yard, analysing hundreds of cases.

With your background

of school books and headlines,

you consider you know more

than me. I despise your arrogance!

- And I despise your laziness.

- Out! All of you. Simply leave.

If you have any investigative power

in you at all, you'll test these.

- Maybe then you'll be convinced.

- Out, Holmes!

Oh!

Ow!

Blast.

Holmes, please stop

that infernal tinkering.

- I have a headache.

- Tinkering helps me think.

- Sleep helps me think.

- There's no time for sleep!

We've got to find something

to link Waxflatter with the Rame Tep.

- I've got a picture here.

- I want clues, not art critiques!

Clues. What do you think

I've been doing for the past hour?

Yes, Mr French Pastry, I have nothing

whatsoever to say to you.

I trust you have nothing to say to me.

What have you done with that painting?

- You know what you've found?

- Waxflatter as a young man?

Not just that. Bentley Bobster,

Duncan Nesbitt, Rupert Waxflatter.

They've all died recently

except this man, Chester Cragwitch!

He was here and at the funeral.

He's the only man here still alive!

This is the clue we've been looking for.

We're going to solve this crime.

Good show, Watson!

Holmes... I did not expect our foils

to cross so soon.

- How did you know I was hiding?

- We share the same keen observation.

- You wanted to see me, sir?

- I shall be needing your assistance.

- Mr Holmes, I thought you'd gone.

- We were all under that impression.

Now, unfortunately, Mr Holmes

is in a rather awful mess.

If the Board knew, they'd probably

have you arrested and sent to prison.

But there's no need to tell the Board.

I'm willing to forget about this.

Tomorrow you go home, as planned.

- Watson, you will do the same.

- I'm being expelled?

The Board would summarily expel you.

This saves you any such disgrace.

Elizabeth, did you permit Mr Holmes

to stay in your uncle's study?

- Yes.

- Oh, dear.

I find that extremely unladylike behaviour.

Indeed. May I suggest that we have

the dog taken to the pound?

- What?

- Other schools do not allow pets.

You can't take him away!

Perhaps, in the circumstances,

I should take care of him myself.

Holmes, it grieves me that you've taken

advantage of my friendship.

It is time to dispose of everything

in the Waxflatter laboratory.

But, sir, it's filled with his inventions,

drawings and experiments.

We mustn't cling to the past.

- It's his whole life!

- And his life is over.

- You have no right!

- Mr Holmes!

I'm surprised at your tone of voice,

especially with me!

- I apologise. I got a bit carried away.

- Take your seat.

You'll have to stay overnight,

it's too late to find transport.

Place the boys in 14B, and keep

the young lady in your adjoining room.

Holmes.

Remember what I always taught you.

Control your emotions,

or they will be your downfall.

Yes, sir.

Oh, I knew it.

It's the end of my medical career.

Father's going to be furious.

I suspected becoming your friend

would end in disaster.

What are you doing?

Are you trying to get us arrested?

- We can leave now.

- I'm staying here.

Please, I need you, Watson.

We're in this together. We're a team.

Elizabeth, wake up!

- This is Chester Cragwitch.

- The man who visited Uncle.

- The one who ran from the funeral.

- Exactly.

Isn't it odd that he's the only

surviving member of this group?

Go back to the laboratory

and salvage as much as you can.

We'll meet you there.

First, we've got to get out of here.

- Watson.

- Yes.

Holmes.

Be careful tonight.

This is too much.

(THUNDER)

(GUNSHOT)

Go away, Rame Tep!

Bloody murderers, go away!

You won't get me!

Sir! Mr Cragwitch!

We were friends of Mr Waxflatter.

I know you. You're the youngster

that followed me at the cemetery.

Go away! I'm a dangerous man

to be around!

I need your help. I want to know

why the Rame Tep killed five men.

(BIRD CRIES)

Go in.

You can get up now, Watson.

The war's over.

(JINGLING)

We were to become

business partners, all six of us.

We borrowed money from our fathers

to build a hotel,

the most luxurious hotel ever conceived.

And where better to build...

...than Egypt?

Labour and materials were cheap,

and only a few years earlier,

the British Army had driven out the

French. It was a land of opportunity.

- What happened?

- We engaged an architect and began.

But what started out

as a business venture...

...soon became

a major archaeological find.

(JINGLING)

We discovered an underground pyramid.

The ancient tombs

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