Come on, boy!
Chestnuts! I've got some lovely hot chestnuts!
Here we are, Mr Bobster. Your favourite.
Mr Bobster, are you all right, sir?
It was a cold, snowy day in early December.
Lack of funds had forced my old school to close.
I was being sent to a new one in the middle of term.
I was accustomed to the open expanse of the country,
and now I was in the heart of London, at the height of the Victorian era.
The streets teemed with every activity imaginable.
I was very taken by what I saw.
Stepping from my carriage,
the sight of my new school filled me with apprehension.
And yet, I was swept with a wave of curiosity.
However, nothing could prepare me for the adventure that lay ahead,
or the extraordinary individual who would change my life.
There you are, sir.
Stop! Isn't it valuable?
What's more important, its value or my sanity?
I should have mastered it by now.
- How long have you been playing? - Three days.
- Perhaps you should be patient. - You're the new boy.
Yes, I've transferred. My name is...
Wait. Let me.
Your name is James Watson. You're from the north,
your father's a doctor, you spend much time writing,
and you're fond of custard tarts. Am I correct?
- My name isn't James, it's John. - What's the difference?
- A great deal. - Very well, so your name is John.
- How did I do on the others? - You were correct.
On every count. How is it done? Is it some sort of magic trick?
No magic, Watson. Pure and simple deduction.
The name-tag on your mattress reads "J Watson".
I selected the most common name with "J".
- "John" was my second choice. - Of course.
Your shoes aren't made in the city.
I've seen them before when visiting the north of England.
Your left middle finger has a callus, the trademark of a writer.
You were carrying a medical book not available to the general public,
only to physicians. Since you can't have been to medical school,
it was given to you by an older person,
someone who is concerned for your health: Your father, the doctor.
- And the custard tarts? - Simple.
There's a stain of yellow custard used in making tarts on your lapel,
and your shape convinced me you've eaten many before.
- There's no need to be rude. - Come on.
- Hang on, where are we going? - Do you want to miss Chemistry class?
- By the way, what's your name? - Holmes. Sherlock Holmes.
The deductive mind never rests, Watson.
It's like a finely-tuned instrument. It demands practice.
How does one go about fine-tuning a mind?
Problems of logic, mathematical equations, riddles.
For example, you're in a room with an all-southern view.
A bear walks by the window. What colour is the bear?
- The bear is red. - Why would the bear be red?
The southern sun is very hot. The bear would be terribly burnt!
That's the most absurd answer I've ever heard.
To successfully conclude the experiment...
...the experiment.
To reiterate, experiment fourteen.
Throw a small piece of potassium onto some water.
The liquid will be rapidly decomposed
and so violent will be the action that a large amount of light...
Thank you. He's being particularly boring today.
...the production of potassium alkyl... which will be dissolved...
- That was a girl. - Brilliant deduction, Watson.
Who is she? What's she doing in a boys' school?
Her name's Elizabeth.
Following her parents' death, she came to live with her uncle,
a retired schoolmaster.
...such is modified by...
Elizabeth was just admiring my new timepiece. Would you like to see?
- Very interesting. - All stylish gentlemen wear them.
- Expensive? - From Bond Street.
- I find that unlikely. - I beg your pardon?
Had you examined the face, you'd see it is French in style.
Yet according to this inscription, the exterior was made in Switzerland.
My suspicion was correct, the works are Italian.
Congratulations, Dudley, your timepiece is a fraud.
Keep your opinions to yourself, Holmes.
I look forward to resuming our conversation...
...when there's a little more privacy.
- Why did you do that? - Dudley's a pompous ass.
- He's very sweet. - Really?
Is that why you were standing so close to him, flirting with him?
Do I detect a sense of jealousy?
Holmes, jealous? That word is not in my vocabulary.
- Neither is punctuality. - You're angry because I'm late.
- As always. - I'm sorry, but I can explain.
- You had something more important... - How can you say that?
I was... Forgive me.
Elizabeth, let me introduce you to my new friend,
the honourable, but clumsy, Watson.
- The ladder's a bit wobbly. - Hello.
Elizabeth! Holmes! I think I've solved all of the problems!
- Who's that? - My uncle.
Rupert T. Waxflatter, retired schoolmaster.
Degrees in Chemistry and Biology, well-versed in Philosophy.
- Author of 27 books. - Incredible.
- Most people think he's a lunatic. - Why?
Oh, my God.
A very hopeful sign.
Very hopeful.
Let me see, that makes six! Six failed attempts!
Nevertheless, we shall not be defeated. We shall conquer.
I have made up my mind. The conquest of the skies is in my grasp.
He's done this six times?
I live here with Uncle.
After he retired, the school gave him the attic.
It's incredible.
I've spent many happy hours here.
He's taught me more than ten schoolmasters put together.
- Uncas. Say hello to Watson. - Say hello, Uncas. Say hello.
Watson, he's not a parrot.
- Have you found the weakness, sir? - The wing material is inferior.
I shall have to rebuild the entire machine.
The entire machine? Won't that be difficult?
Elementary, my dear Holmes. Elementary.
You'll have to excuse me.
Come on, come on, come on.
- I've got it. The bear is black. - What's that, old chap?
- The bear in the riddle is black. - Wrong again.
Please don't disturb me while I'm concentrating on the lesson.
- Are you all right? - I've sprained my ankle.
Mrs Dribb, will you attend to him, please?
Gentlemen, we cannot permit ourselves lapses in concentration.
We must work on technique, rhythm and balance.
There's no better pupil to illustrate form and technique than Holmes.
Study our stance, our movements and our style.
En garde.
Touché.
My game, Holmes.
Now, gentlemen...
...Mr Holmes lost because of one important factor:
His emotions took over. He ignored discipline.
Never replace discipline with emotion.
Well played, Holmes.
- I want to enlist. A general. - 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.
Why did you do that? You left me all alone.
There we go.
Hello, is anybody there?
Get out of the way!
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.
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?
Only seconds left. I assume you're giving up?
Never assume anything.
But Holmes, I see no sign of a trophy.
But I do.
Stop! Holmes, have you gone mad? This is an antique!
Hooray!
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.
- 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.
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.
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.
- 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.
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.
Chestnuts, hot chestnuts!
Chestnuts!
Ding-dong, ding-dong.
- Is your brother expecting you? - I'll tell him when I arrive.
Get 'em off me!
Get them off me!
Get 'em off me, please! Get 'em off!
- Get it off! - No, sir, no!
So, this is goodbye.
I really expected us to become good friends.
What's going on?
Sir! You dropped this!
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!
A few days later, they buried Professor Waxflatter.
I had never been to a funeral before, though I've been to many since.
Holmes could not attend the funeral. His expulsion prevented such a thing.
The death of his mentor and friend had taken its toll on Holmes.
In my life, I have only seen Holmes cry on two occasions.
Today was the first.
No, Uncle didn't kill himself.
- He didn't? Then, what happened? - He was murdered.
- What are you doing here? - Excuse my entrance.
I had to climb up the fire escape. I can't afford to be seen.
I only got halfway to Mycroft's home. I had something gnawing at my insides.
I ordered the driver to turn round.
I'm going to miss him, too, Elizabeth.
- He was very important to me. - I'm so glad you're here.
I had to come back.
- You really believe he was murdered? - I'm certain of it.
Come on, you saw Waxflatter's hand on the knife!
It was obviously a suicide!
Never trust the obvious. There are too many puzzling elements.
Firstly, a man jumps out of a window.
Second, a reverend throws himself under a carriage for no reason.
Then Waxflatter stabs himself, which is unbelievable.
Another question. Why was Waxflatter obsessed with their deaths?
Yes, he'd saved those clippings, and he kept meeting that odd man.
He attended the funeral. Do you know his name?
No. When he visited, Uncle sent me out of the attic.
I asked about him, but he changed the subject.
That man is connected to all three murders. We must find out who he is!
You've been reading too many detective novels.
This is not fiction! There's a clever murderer about, and I'll find him.
- How? - I'll live here. Work here.
- If that's all right with you. - Yes.
- What if we're found? - Only the three of us know.
- Someone may see you! - I'll take my chances.
But you'll need food, supplies.
Me?! I can't...
You can run errands, be my assistant.
I might get caught. That would mean trouble!
You'd let trouble ruin an opportunity for adventure?
I can't afford to jeopardise my medical career.
- Weasel. - I'm not a weasel.
- I am practical. - Weasels are practical.
And I imagined you courageous, stout of heart.
I am courageous. And I'm stout of heart.
It's just that...
- All right, I'll do it. - Thank you, Watson.
Uncle would have wanted you to have this.
Please.
Put it on.
On second thoughts, take it off. It looks very silly. You can't wear hats.
I think it's very becoming.
- You're teasing. - No, seriously.
The following day, we set out to solve Waxflatter's murder.
We had very little to go on. We only had two clues:
Waxflatter's final words, "Eh Tar", and the dropped blowpipe.
It occurred to me that when the cloaked figure ran off,
I had heard a peculiar jingling sound,
very much like the sound I heard in the library at Brompton.
Holmes was intrigued, and we decided to visit the library that night.
However, our first stop that day was at Engle's Curio Shop.
Nice. Oh, very nice.
Egyptian. The markings, the design, that's Egyptian craftsmanship.
- I've only seen this type once before. - Where?
On jewellery, on sculptures. I had it here in the shop.
- But I sold the lot. - To whom?
An Egyptian. Keeps some sort of tavern.
- And his name? - Let's see...
You promised to purchase something.
- Watson, buy something. - Me?
- I'm short of funds right now. - Rubbish.
Don't be a penny-pincher. That address could lead us to our killer.
- How much do I need to spend? - Buy anything!
Why on earth did you buy a pipe?
- It's distinguished. - It's ridiculous.
You'll see. I shall learn to smoke it, then you can't laugh.
What can I get for you boys? Drink, food, women?
- Do you have any soup? - Watson, please.
Are you the owner? Have you seen this before?
Rame Tep.
Rame Tep! Rame Tep!
- Is that the end of the song? - Where...?
- Where did you get this? - I happened upon it.
Go! Take it away! Get out of here!
It's very important. Could you tell us something about this?
Get out of my tavern, or these words will be the last words you ever hear!
Sir...
We're leaving, we're leaving.
Up there, the top shelf. That's where I heard the sound.
Holmes, please hurry. Do you know what happens when we're caught?
- Incredible! - Holmes, your voice, keep it down!
Sorry, Watson.
- My God, that is remarkable! - Holmes, please!
Oh, God. Oh, God.
What are my chances of medical school?
- That quaint office I've dreamed of... - Listen. "The care to preserve..."
Holmes explained that the Rame Tep were fanatical followers of Osiris,
the Egyptian God of the Dead.
They were scorned because of their distortion of traditional beliefs,
and their violent and sadistic rituals.
The Rame Tep use a blowpipe and shoot a thorn into their victim.
The thorn is dipped into a solution made up of plant extracts.
Upon entering the bloodstream,
the solution causes the victim realistic, nightmare-like hallucinations.
- But we can be certain of one thing. - What's that?
The murderer is still here... on school grounds.
That's a rash statement, since this jingling has been heard only once.
- Twice. - Twice?
Remember a few nights ago in the courtyard?
Uncas heard a jingling sound like you described.
He took a piece of clothing from him. It might still be here!
We must find that piece of clothing.
We sprang into action, searching every nook and cranny for the cloth.
I accidentally turned on one of Waxflatter's strange machines,
and I had the dickens of a time trying to turn the thing off.
I found it! I found it!
Holmes spent a night and day examining the section of cloth.
He conducted numerous experiments. Not once did he rest.
His energy seemed boundless. Following 18 straight hours of work,
Holmes turned to us, and those four familiar words shot from his lips:
The game is afoot!
He explained it was Egyptian in origin
and contained so many warp and weft threads, which I didn't understand.
The cloth was stained with paraffin made only at Froggit and Froggit,
located in Wapping in London, a dark and dangerous place,
and I told him so in no uncertain terms!
Perhaps we should come back in the morning when it's lighter,
and when there are more people.
- It's open. - Holmes, wait.
- What if the murderer's inside? - Then I shall introduce myself.
I knew it, there's no one here. Back to school, eh?
Watson, you'll be on your own.
What do you suppose it is? Some sort of Egyptian artwork?
Some sort of statue?
No, Watson, I'm afraid this is only the tip of the iceberg.
Oh, no!
This is an interesting development.
There must be a passageway inside. I hear chanting.
Holmes, there's a door here! Fancy him missing a door.
Watson, Elizabeth, over here.
It's some sort of temple.
- 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.
Stop! She's alive!
Get him! Get him!
We got them!
Can you hear?
- What could have happened to her? - Maybe she was hit by a thorn.
- I think I hear something. - You're right.
Please! Please, Uncle! Don't!
Please! Help me! No!
- Help me tie her down. - What with?
- My scarf! Quickly! - I don't want to die!
- 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!
Get 'im, get 'im, get 'im!
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!
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!
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!
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.
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.
Be careful tonight.
This is too much.
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.
Go in.
You can get up now, Watson. The war's over.
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.
We discovered an underground pyramid.
The ancient tombs of five Egyptian princesses.
We removed all the relics and treasures to send to England.
But...
Bloody insect. Place needs a good cleaning.
There was an uproar.
The villagers were convinced we'd desecrated sacred ground.
Our lives were in danger.
The British sent the troops in, several people were killed.
The entire village was burned to the ground.
Burnt...
Fire!
- Are you all right? - Fire!
- They've hit Cragwitch with a thorn!
- I'm burning! Fire! - Listen to me!
Your name is Chester Cragwitch, you're a banker. Can you hear me?
- Answer me, who are you? - My name is Chester Cragwitch.
I reside at Cragwitch Manor, Hampstead...
My God, it was so real.
Real, so very real... Yes. I mustn't forget.
I must pass on this information. It is time someone else knew.
- The village had burnt to the ground? - Yes.
We got out of Egypt with our lives. In England, we went separate ways,
all of us keeping in touch with Waxflatter through correspondence.
When the murders began, I met frequently with my dear friend.
What about the Rame Tep?
A year after the incident, we all received this letter.
It was sent by a young boy of Anglo-Egyptian descent.
You'll notice the letterhead is adorned by the symbol of the Rame Tep,
two golden serpents.
The boy and his sister were in England with their grandfather
when they learnt of the destruction of the village which was their home.
Both their parents were killed in the attack.
The boy vowed that the Rame Tep would take their revenge
and replace the bodies of the five Egyptian princesses.
- And the boy was called Eh Tar? - Waxflatter's final words!
- Very good, Watson. - Eh Tar!
You filthy murderer. You wanted to kill all of us.
- Well, you won't kill me. - Watson, speak to him!
What? Oh... Your name is Craggy Critch... Your name...
- Your name is... What's his name? - Cragwitch...
Mr Lestrade!
- What are you doing here? - I stuck myself with a thorn.
The hallucinations... Ghastly.
Took four policemen to stop me hanging myself.
So I thought I'd better look into your story.
Now, I wish you and your podgy friend farewell.
I appreciate you getting me started on the case.
Getting him started on the case? Lmagine that.
I've only done all the work for him.
- It's you! - Yes, my dear.
Mr Rathe, you must stop her, she's a murderer!
So, my dear, you've discovered our little secret.
Where are your two friends?
You'll never find them. You'll never find them.
- What shall we do with her? - She'll come with us.
We need the fifth princess.
Holmes, I know the answer to the riddle. The bear is white!
Good for you. Do you know why?
Well... No. It was the one colour I didn't choose.
Keep thinking. Answers without evidence are useless.
This riddle will give me a headache.
- Eh Tar... Eh Tar... - Can't you think of anything else?
- It's necessary. - It is annoying.
This silly bear puzzle, Holmes. I can't work it out.
I know the bear is white, but I don't know why. I'm not stupid or anything.
Think the whole thing through. Take it apart piece by piece.
Your face is bleeding again.
This cut from Rathe's ring never seems to heal.
The bear is white because...
- Oh, God! How could I be so stupid? - What?
It's Rathe, Watson. It's Rathe!
Giddup!
Come on!
Faster!
Giddup! Giddup, there!
Rathe's got Elizabeth!
- There's only one way to catch them. - How?
- Come on! - Where are we going?
This is madness!
It's our only chance to get there in time.
Waxflatter worked on it until he died, and I've also done some tinkering.
Hopefully, the problems are sorted out. Coming, Watson?
Oh, dear...
- What have I got myself into? - The adventure of a lifetime.
Uncas, pull!
- It works, Watson, it works! - We're flying!
- Would you believe it, Watson? - We're flying!
Faster! Giddup!
Holmes, down there!
Holmes, look out!
My God, it's nearly half past twelve!
I've just realised I have no idea how to land this machine!
- Hold tight! - I'm holding!
This time we're going to crash!
- Hurry, we're sinking back here! - All right!
Oh, my God, they're going to kill her.
I don't know what to do.
There are a hundred of them. What can we do?
Perhaps we can apply something we learnt at school.
- For goodness' sake. - I can't think of anything.
- Why don't you think of something? - Watson, that's not helpful.
- Why can't I think of anything? - You're flustered.
- Why can't you? - I'm flustered!
Watson, I've got it.
- We must create a diversion. - Create a diversion?
- Why didn't I think of that? - If my geometry is correct,
one beam misplaced will bring down this whole thing like a house of cards.
Watson, I've a plan.
Hurry, Holmes!
Look out!
Holmes, are you all right?
Watson, get her out of here!
Oh, no...
Rathe's taken Elizabeth and the stairs are blocked! What should I do?
Go around the other way! You must stop him!
No!
What am I going to do?
Good show.
- Elizabeth, are you all right? - I think so.
Please...
- What are we going to do about Rathe? - Where is he?
He's gone.
The police will find him.
Strange...
Strange.
Let's just go back now.
I don't know how I'll explain this to my parents.
It'll all be explained in tomorrow's papers.
- Will you be allowed back to school? - I don't know. Perhaps.
No!
- Damn! - Elizabeth!
- Put my coat around her. - Where are you going?
- I'm going to get him. - You'll be killed!
You're nothing but a damned fraud!
And you are letting your emotions get the better of you again.
You cannot best me. Throw down your sword.
- Never. I'd rather die a horrible death. - Very well. Then I will oblige.
Come, is this the best you can do? You fight like a child! I've already won!
You've lost every battle, this will be no exception.
All your dreams have been shattered!
Everything has been destroyed forever!
Yes, Holmes, let's tarry a while longer,
as your Elizabeth's precious lifeblood flows from her body.
Elizabeth, come on. Wake up. Open your eyes.
Don't be sad.
Someday, we'll be reunited.
In another world. A much better world.
I'll be waiting.
And you'll be late... as always.
No.
You'd think he'd uncovered the entire case on his own.
That's what he wanted the Yard to believe.
What other reason would they have for promoting him? Bye, Uncas.
Stay there, Uncas, I'll be back in a minute.
You know, Holmes, a few things still haunt me.
Why did you suspect Rathe was involved with the Rame Tep?
When Waxflatter retired, the Board wanted him to leave.
Rathe argued until he convinced the Board to let Waxflatter remain.
I could never understand why Rathe wanted Waxflatter to stay.
He liked Waxflatter's inventions?
What's wrong with you? Have you been asleep through this entire case?
Sorry.
Holmes explained that Rathe spent years plotting his revenge.
He established himself as a respected member of society,
completely erasing his former identity.
It took a long time to organise his followers,
made up of the poor, the homeless, the lost souls of the streets.
Also, it took time to build a wooden replica of the pyramid.
Mrs Dribb was the Rame Tep's chief assassin,
but, more importantly, she was Rathe's younger sister.
Amazing, Holmes, simply amazing.
- You did forget one important clue. - Oh? Please enlighten me.
- "Rathe" is "Eh Tar"' spelt backwards. - Very clever, Watson.
I would have seen that sooner or later.
Sooner or later. Are you coming back after the holidays?
No, I'll transfer. There are too many memories here.
- You have your entire life ahead of you. - And I'll spend it alone.
Merry Christmas, Holmes.
I thought you might have more luck smoking it.
- Well? - Seems to suit you. But that coat...
Why do you wear that ridiculous cloak of that unspeakable person?
Consider it a trophy. The skin of a leopard.
- Indeed. - I'm going to miss you, Watson.
I'm going to miss you too, Holmes.
- You were right about something. - What?
It was the adventure of a lifetime.
- Wait! I know why the bear's white! - Why is that?
A room with an all-southern view is on the North Pole. It's a polar bear!
Bravo. You have the makings of a great detective.
As I watched Holmes settle in, a sudden feeling came over me,
that I would most certainly be seeing him again.
So ended my first adventure with Mr Sherlock Holmes.
As I watched his carriage disappear, I realised that I'd forgotten to thank him.
He'd taken a weak, frightened boy and made him into a courageous man.
My heart soared. I was ready for whatever mystery or danger lay ahead.
I was ready to take on the greatest adventure of them all.
And I knew it was bound to involve Sherlock Holmes.
- Can I help you? - I'd like a room, please.
Please, sir, to sign here.
Subtitles by: H Johnson