Tour guide: Humankind first landed on the moon
July 16, 1969.
Come on.
The good stuff's this way.
Can you believe they traveled all that way in this?
[howling]
did you hear that?
[roaring, growling]
look!
Yaah! Aah! Yaah!
[growling]
oh!
Aah!
Eek!
[echoing] Sherlock Holmes.
Holmes.
Watson!
Bring Sherlock Holmes back to life.
Back to life.
It's elementary, my dear Watson.
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Watson!
Sherlock Holmes is on the case.
Moriarty.
Heh heh heh heh!
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elementary, my dear Watson.
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newswoman: ...And to update that strange story
about a phantom hound attack on the moon,
all that remains of the 3 teenagers
are their shredded spacesuits
surrounded by huge houndlike tracks.
There have been sightings of this phantom hound
for weeks now.
It's just like all the old legends.
Hounds on the moon?
Watson, you've been watching too much of the tabloid network.
Missing are Troy winslow iv,
only son of British shipping magnate John winslow;
Benjamin Jessup, son of the American shoe manufacturer;
and kelsey James of Tucson.
Sadly, this is not the first time James has been in the spotlight.
Her parents were among the dead
in the aftermath of last year's tragic shuttle 10,000 crash.
Great! We just get over the biggest crime wave
in new London history,
and now the chief's sending us to the moon
in search of nonexistent hounds
and runaway teenagers.
Where's Holmes when we need him?
Computer: Incoming transmission.
Lestrade, something urgent has come up.
I shall be back in touch in a few days.
Holmes!
Wait!
I'm his supervising officer!
I'm supposed to tell him when and where he can go!
Ohh!
I wouldn't worry about Holmes.
I have a strong suspicion he's already on his way.
He never could resist a good mystery.
[howling]
good gracious!
It is the hound!
[howls]
impossible!
Please, officer!
That's my son stuck in the elevator!
Good heavens! The guard's panicked.
If he fires that ionizer,
he'll shatter the dome!
Watson: No one will survive the decompression!
Lestrade: Come on!
[grrr]
give me a boost!
Unh! Whoaaa...
[lestrade straining]
lestrade: Don't fire! That's an order!
[howling]
huh?
[buzz buzz buzz buzz]
unh!
Terribly sorry. How clumsy of me.
No problem. Here.
Hmm...
[howling]
wait!
No!
If you crack the dome,
you'll finish us all!
Inspector lestrade, new Scotland yard.
I'll get you out of here.
[howling]
computer,
turn off the public address system.
Computer: P.A. System is currently off-line.
Hmm. Then how are we hearing
that confounded hound?
The moon is a complete vacuum.
We shouldn't, therefore, be hearing anything.
No air, no sound waves.
Computer, is there another broadcast system on-line?
Computer: Emergency broadcast system is on-line.
Hmm... Display a blueprint of the resort
showing communication satellite feeds and hookups.
Are any satellites currently transmitting into the resort,
and if so, for how long?
Jr 702 has been transmitting a signal
into lunar satellite dish 9b2
for 13 minutes, 3 seconds--
transmitting directly
into the emergency broadcast system.
I suspect-- could it be?
Question does not compute.
Indeed it does.
Disconnect from transmission.
[howling stops]
it stopped, mommy. It stopped.
But it's still there. Weird.
I want a closer look at that thing.
Stop shooting!
Watson: It's Holmes! I knew he'd be here.
Go back inside and resume crowd control duties.
Ah, lestrade, Watson.
You're just in time.
This hound is a very sophisticated piece of work.
Aah! Uhh!
Watch it!
It's a harmless illusion.
Observe: It leaves no footprints.
I'll wager I can walk right through.
Lestrade: Holmes!
Ah!
Oh, pity.
And I was just making some real progress.
Oh, well, there's plenty more evidence to be examined.
Holmes, wait!
You're under my supervision here.
Where are you going?
To the site of the attack, of course.
Coming?
Grr!
I Don't get it.
Why would the hound leave footprints here
but not back at the resort?
Eyes and brains, lestrade.
There are obviously 2 hounds:
This one and the holographic one.
But what about the old lunar legends?
Why, even the workers who built the mining complex
claim to have seen a phantom hound.
Oh, drivel and poppycock, Watson.
A trick of light, an overeager imagination,
a publicity stunt...
Use your eyes, man!
This hound is definitely
a tangible, 3-dimensional creature,
but interestingly, its footprints are all identical.
Meaning?
It's nonorganic.
The prints of living creatures have continual variety.
But what does all this have to do
with those missing kids?
Excellent question.
One thing is certain.
Someone has gone to great lengths to make this hound credible
and used your lunar hound legends
to very good effect.
To what end, scare people witless?
The tourists are leaving in droves.
Presumably, that was the desired goal.
I must see those shredded spacesuits straight away.
Lestrade: What a tragedy! How awful!
I know the suits are costly,
but I wouldn't call their loss a tragedy.
I meant the kids, Holmes!
But they weren't in these suits
when they were smashed and shredded.
If they had been,
the sudden decompression
would have exploded the faceplate out,
not in,
taking the person inside with it,
creating a very nasty mess, indeed, I might add.
So, these shredded spacesuits were left behind?
To throw us off.
Meaning this was just a simple kidnapping,
with some weird window dressing!
Oh, my!
Don't jump to conclusions, lestrade.
It's far from simple.
We must examine all the facts
to determine the motive.
Computer, I want to see everything on Troy winslow,
kelsey James, and Benjamin Jessup.
We have 3 missing teenagers.
Including 2 of the richest kids in the world.
There's your motive!
Then where is your ransom demand?
It'll come. Don't worry.
I think not.
Computer, what do you have on kelsey James?
Watson: Ah, the James girl.
Regrettable, losing her parents so young.
And left with very little to live on.
We know, Holmes.
We read her bio on the shuttle.
Then you must have wondered how she got to Galileo city.
It is an expensive trip.
I checked it out.
She won "the lucky lunar getaway" contest.
What are the odds of winning such a contest,
million to one?
I Don't follow, old boy. What is your point?
Do me a favor, Watson.
Scan the Internet. Find out everything you can
about that contest.
Scanning now.
Waste of time, Holmes.
It's not the girl our kidnapper is after.
The girl is only 15.
Did she bring a chaperon?
Why...
Oh. I Don't know.
Curious...
The contest seems legitimate enough,
but the company that sponsored it
was created just 2 weeks ago...
In new London.
When I tried to get BIOS on the corporate officers,
the names turned out to be fictitious!
Wait! You think this whole contest
was staged just to get this girl to the moon?
Ha ha! Ridiculous!
Why?
Again, lestrade, excellent question.
Computer, what is the room number of kelsey James?
Kelsey James is not registered at the hotel.
Then where is she staying?
With one of the employees, perhaps?
Computer, show me the funeral photo.
Magnify crowd members.
Ah, here's our man!
Jim garret. According to this news clipping,
he's kelsey James' uncle
and the systems manager for the entire lunar complex.
Good heavens, man!
How on earth did you deduce that?
Elementary, Watson.
I ran into him not an hour ago.
He was wearing an identity badge.
He seemed highly agitated
and was carrying what appeared to be a book of security codes.
Computer: Emergency.
Total systems failure in 30 minutes.
Evacuate immediately.
This is garret's doing, isn't it?
We must get to the lunar power plant as quickly as possible.
Watson, get us a vehicle.
Impossible! The whole complex is locked down.
I know where we can borrow one. Come on!
Emergency.
Total systems failure.
[howl]
did you hear that?
It's on the override frequency.
[heavy footsteps]
it's on the hologram... Right?
Right?!
I'm getting readings for titanium alloy,
steel, magnesium, trilithium plastics--
time to take evasive action!
Aah! Whoa!
Let's go!
Yaah! Aah! Yaah!
Look out!
Ohh!
Distract the beast, Watson.
Whoaaah!
[grrr]
[howls]
get away!
Oh...Aaah!
Whoa!
[gasps]
[grrr]
[howls]
zed!
The thing's got some kind of anti-ionizer shield.
Oh!
Lestrade!
Can't you go any faster?
Not with 20th-century technology.
Holmes: Steady, Watson!
The creature is top-heavy.
Stand ready for my signal!
The joints are its weakness.
[howls]
Holmes: Aim for the joints!
Lestrade: It's working.
Oh, no!
Be ready, lestrade.
I'm aiming for those rocks!
Whoa!
Now, Watson! Now, lestrade!
Aim for the joints!
Ah, just as I suspected...
"property of the pimlico zoo."
the zoo? Wait!
This was what that big crime spree
in new London was all about.
Precisely.
And here are all the stolen computer parts.
Then criminalizing all those people...
Fenwick, the kidnappings,
this whole lunar systems failure...
Are all part of a larger, more nefarious plan.
Quickly, lestrade, to the power plant!
Now, Watson, join us as fast as you can!
There's no time to waste!
Unh!
I presume we're expected.
[gasps]
lestrade: The kids!
Are you ok?
Yes, but only until the turbines reactivate.
Greetings, Holmes.
I wondered when you and lestrade would arrive.
Moriarty!
But...We saw his body!
How can he--
when you eliminate the impossible,
what remains, no matter how improbable,
must be the truth.
It's not the man himself, lestrade,
but a clone-- as evil as the original, I'm afraid--
complete with his memories intact.
Isn't technology wonderful?
Heh heh heh heh!
So nice to see you, Holmes,
after all these centuries.
Amazing that your wits are still with you.
Garret gave you the security codes.
He and the kids are of no importance to you now.
Why not release them?
Oh, no.
They may still be of some use.
Bribing wouldn't work on garret, would it?
So you concocted the "lucky lunar getaway"
to get to him through his niece.
Clever, wasn't I?
Pleased to make your acquaintance, miss lestrade.
Heh heh heh heh!
Inspector lestrade to you, clonehead!
Once you had the codes,
you could control the entire lunar colony.
Today the moon...
In less than 5 minutes, the world.
I've reprogrammed the lunar defense network
to unload its firepower
on earth's major communications facilities.
Once Galileo city is vacated...
It will become my base of operation...
From which I shall rule the world.
Ahem-hem!
Heh heh heh heh!
Hah! Gotcha!
Ah, it's your little lab rat
Martin fenwick.
He may know something about cloning,
but not about sneaking up on people.
You're under arrest.
[gasps]
hyah!
Computer: Exhaust turbines reactivating.
How quickly the tables turn.
[metallic crash]
what's that sound?
The exhaust turbines. Look.
Kids: Whoa! Oh! Help! Help!
Heh heh heh heh!
Hyah!
Huh?
Get garret and the kids out of there!
And so it begins...
Again.
Hang on, guys. I'm on my way.
No! No! Yaah! Aah!
Gotcha!
Aah! Aah!
Hold on!
Computer: Lunar nuclear defense system on-line.
Traject-target activated.
Ow!
[straining]
lestrade: Stop the countdown!
I can't. He changed the print recognition.
It ends here.
Heh heh heh heh!
You're wrong, Holmes.
Here it begins...
All over again!
Watson: Sherlock!
Aah!
I'm locked out! It won't accept my print!
Computer: Target, new London.
Acquisition phase complete.
We need a clear print of moriarty's.
All systems locked on target.
Got it.
Destructive... But effective, lestrade.
Computer: Commencing final firing sequence.
10...9...8...
7...6...
5...4...3...
2...1--
well done!
Galileo city's life-support systems shutdown...
Galileo city! The systems failure!
Can you stop it?
[alarm blaring]
done.
All systems in Galileo city
are back on-line.
Ha ha ha!
Great.
But you have some explaining to do.
Indeed.
How did you know about the cloning?
Elementary, my dear Watson.
When I examined moriarty's body
at reichenbach falls...
I noticed a microscopic drill hole in the ice
down to the surface of moriarty's hand.
It suggested to me
that someone had taken samples of his DNA.
Then, when this man kept popping up everywhere--
lestrade: Of course! Dr. Martin fenwick,
notoriously unethical genetic engineer,
repeatedly arrested for his unlawful cloning experiments!
Fenwick hoped moriarty
would become his brilliant slave!
But slave turned on master...
Precisely.
Then...
When all the technical equipment went missing...
I knew moriarty had a plan.
[clattering]
the hound!
First, the moon.
Then complete domination of the earth itself.
Too bad he got away.
Ah, but he didn't.
I attached a computer override device
to the bottom of his shuttle.
He should be arriving at the new Scotland yard shuttle port
in about 2 hours, inspector lestrade.
Inspector lestrade?
You are my supervising officer...
Aren't you?
Ah. Oh,
this whole thing might work out after all, Watson.
Chief inspector greyson, new Scotland yard.
Open the hatch and surrender!
Parachute is missing.
Computer: Ship's log.
Life pods jettisoned during reentry.
Find him. Find him!
Find him!
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