Sherlock Holmes...
Watson!
Brought Sherlock Holmes back to life.
Back to life.
It's elementary, my dear Watson.
♪ Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd century ♪
Watson!
Sherlock Holmes is on the case.
Moriarty...
Ha ha ha ha ha!
Heh heh heh heh.
Sherlock Holmes is on the case.
♪ Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd century ♪
elementary, my dear Watson.
Watson: London, England, may 25th, 1891--
my name is dr. John Watson.
What I am about to tell you is beyond belief.
But rest assured, every word is true.
The legendary detective, Sherlock Holmes,
and I were on vacation.
We were hiking in the Swiss alps
on a trail overlooking reichenbach falls,
when a messenger from the lodge caught up to us.
Please, sirs, hold awhile.
I have urgent need of dr. Watson.
What do you make of this, Watson?
A spry old goat for his age.
What is it, my man?
Are you sick?
Not I, kind sir.
A fair lady back at the lodge.
You are the only doctor for miles.
You must come.
Go on ahead, Watson. The poor man is winded.
I shall accompany him down the trail.
Watson voice-over: I should've known something was amiss,
but Holmes was unconcerned.
Well, well, professor James moriarty.
So we meet again.
How did you know?
Elementary, sir.
I simply used my eyes and my brain.
For example, eyes:
You hunched over to appear short and stooped,
yet you walked most rapidly for an old man,
with unseemingly long strides.
Then, in your effort to appear old and shabby,
you found well-used clothes, which were--ahem--
far too small for your great height.
Brain: No one at the lodge knew Watson was a doctor.
Finally, eyes again:
You should never let your enemies see you sweat,
especially when you're wearing makeup.
Eyes and brains, moriarty. Eyes and brains.
Ahh, you're a cool one, Holmes.
It shall be your undoing.
Eyes and brains aren't everything.
[fighting sounds]
Sherlock!
No-o-o-o!
No-o-o-o-o!
Watson voice-over: No man could survive that lethal abyss.
The world had lost its greatest detective
and I, my best friend.
Or did I?
Watson: New London.
May 25th, 2103.
Subject identified: Martin fenwick.
Parole violation:
Failure to report for crypnotic programming renewal.
Hover vehicle reported stolen 0200 from picadilly circus.
Collision alert.
Huh?
Impact registered. Duh!
Damage report has been uplinked to new Scotland yard.
Thanks, Watson. Snitch.
This is inspector lestrade of new Scotland yard.
Set down at once.
Go, master.
I'll draw her fire.
[siren]
unh.
Heh heh heh heh. Huh?
Heh heh heh. Moriarty?
My master.
Your worst nightmare.
3 downed light standards...
Extensive damage to private property...
A 50-year-old acacia tree flattened...
And lord Nelson's hat!
All to catch one harmless rogue geneticist.
Are you crazy?!
Sorry, chief greyson.
Inspector lestrade,
we are here to protect new London, not destroy it!
Y-you're absolutely right, sir.
But catching fenwick was important.
We have to find out why
his crypnotic programming didn't take.
Take it up with the science division.
Computer: Criminal tendencies reprogramming begins in 10--
memo to greyson:
Recording.
Chief, the psychotechs blame fenwick's crypnotic failure
on a computer glitch.
If you ask me, some warped genius
has figured out how to fix the system.
Heh heh. You fools.
You can crypt, but it won't stick. Heh heh heh.
Ahh, merci. Merci.
Computer: Crypnosis complete. Prisoner released.
Crypnosis successful.
Get the man an Oscar.
No one that's really been crypnotized
overacts like that.
He's faking it, and I'm gonna find out why.
Watson voice-over: 221b Baker street.
The Sherlock Holmes museum.
Temporarily closed due to lack of attendance and budgetary constraints.
Lestrade: What's fenwick want in there?
Aha!
Hyah!
We're moving in.
Police! Halt!
This is your last warning.
Come out with your hands up, fenwick!
Catch me if you can, yardie. Heh heh heh heh.
Internal directive 12-c:
An unaccompanied officer
may not enter the underground area
without prior authorization. Access denied.
I'm not that crazy. There's rats down there.
[squeaks]
come on, let's see what fenwick stole from the museum.
"the disguise worn by professor James moriarty
"at reichenbach falls
just before he attacked Sherlock Holmes."
he stole moriarty's disguise?
What do you make of this, Watson?
Inadequate external security.
Infra-alarm system nonfunctional.
Internal security compromised
due to obsolete, non-shatterproof glass.
So glad I asked.
That guy in the hovercraft--
fenwick's buddy who just tried to run us down.
Hmm, this is not possible.
Professor James moriarty died over 200 years ago.
Breaking news: Crypnosis failure shocks new London.
Details on demand.
More.
Crypnosis, the process by which criminal urges
are deprogrammed from the human psyche,
appears to be losing its effectiveness.
Confidential sources inside new Scotland yard
blame today's bold hoverjacking of the royal gravcoach
on a crypnotized youth who'd been placed on probation for joyhoving.
And finally, from the journal of DNA science:
Cellular rejuvenation may enable dead cells to be reanimated,
according to nobel prize-winner sir Evan hargreaves.
Hmm, I'll have to talk to him.
Maybe he can shed some light on this strange business.
James moriarty, professor of mathematics.
According to Holmes, the greatest codebreaker the world has ever known.
Well, that could explain the crypnosis problem.
Hmm, thank you, Watson.
Syntax unclear.
Please rephrase.
I meant the real Watson, not you.
I am not crazy.
I saw moriarty.
I'm sending you to the braintechs.
But, sir--
2 isolated instances of crypnotic failure,
and you're blaming it on some so-called criminal genius
who's been dead for over 200 years?
Chief greyson, I saw him.
He was as real as you are.
Appearances can be deceiving, lestrade.
Look at this elastomask the lab techs whipped up...
Ahh, I see what you mean, sir.
Alert:
Stolen hovercraft recovered.
Investigating officer required.
Thank you, Watson.
With all due respect, madam--ur, sir...
Let's see what the DNA scans have to say.
Right.
[female voice] and quit calling that thing "Watson," lestrade.
It's a compudroid, not a person.
Oh, zed! What's wrong now?
It came off so easily when the tekkies were showing me.
Unidentified DNA? Get me greyson!
This better be good. I'm busy.
Hi, granny-- ur, chief.
Guess what.
No DNA or fingerprint records on file.
This subject is unknown.
But that's impossible.
Everyone's DNA is recorded in the database.
Everyone's! It's the law.
Not if you were born more than 100 years ago.
Or 200, for that matter.
Memo to greyson:
I believe James moriarty
has been brought back from the dead.
I believe moriarty
stole his former disguise from the Holmes museum
so we would not be able to link his DNA scans
to the stolen hovercraft.
Hyah!
In the history of crime,
there has been no greater criminal genius.
Moriarty met his match but once.
If we are to save the modern world from his evil,
we must bring back his most formidable opponent.
The only man who ever defeated him.
Sherlock Holmes.
Doesn't look like much, does he?
Ambiguous. Please rephrase.
You see, Watson,
the world thought Holmes
had lost his life at reichenbach falls,
but somehow, he outwitted death and moriarty both.
In fact, he died of old age
many years and many cases later.
Oh, yeah. I have one more thing to add to that memo to greyson:
Unavailable. File uploaded.
What?! You sent it already?!
Have you lost your holochips, Watson?
Negative. All holochips present and accounted for.
Get in the cruiser,
you worthless bucket of zed.
You're supposed to help me,
not those suits upstairs.
Ach...
Lestrade: We're outta here.
Sir Evan,
you're my only hope for stopping moriarty.
Only you can bring Sherlock Holmes back to life.
I know your rejuvenation process
is still in the experimental stage.
But please, you have to try.
Very well.
It is a challenge I cannot refuse,
if only to reassure you
I had nothing to do
with this villain moriarty's return.
Good thing he was preserved in honey,
or there would've been nothing left to reanimate.
Let's see how he's coming along.
He's...
Ohh...Incredible.
Ahh, but the best is yet to come.
If it works, that is.
Lestrade: Sherlock?
At your service.
Welcome to the 22nd century, Holmes.
Hmm.
You call this food, inspector lestrade?
H-how--how did you know my name?
Eyes and brains, my dear.
The family resemblance is strong.
I knew your ancestor only too well, I'm afraid.
Besides, you're still wearing your badge.
Holmes: So, you're having a crime wave.
Uh, how did you know?
You brought me back for more than
just my good looks and sparkling wit.
By the way, who or what is that metallic gentleman
sitting in the back?
Does he...Do anything?
Debatable.
He's a compudroid snitch I call Watson.
He belongs to new Scotland yard,
and he reports to them, too, so I turned him off.
Breaking news: Crypnosis failure stunned new London.
Crisis declared. News on demand.
More.
The number of crypnotic failures has reached 7.
New Scotland yard has made no comment,
but informed sources say the crypnosis program
no longer seems to work.
There's the problem. You're the solution.
Because this is the perpetrator.
Moriarty?
He was laid to rest centuries ago.
I saw him myself.
The man is...Dead.
So were you, remember?
I thought you'd wait for the facts
before you jumped to conclusions, Holmes.
Maybe it's time you started your re-education.
This is a hololearner.
You put in a vid and you put on the goggle phones
and you learn stuff.
You still have to think, of course,
but you should be good at that.
Here. Might as well begin with the 20th century,
the golden age of crime.
I expect you to be fully caught up by the time I get back.
Surely that isn't too much to expect
of the world's greatest detective.
Flying cars? Talking picture screens?
Autolearning devices?
Women in charge?
What's the world come to?
Dead detectives?
What next, lestrade? I won't have it.
Then you'll have to solve your little crime wave
without his help or mine.
I quit.
I'm sure someone in the media
will advance me a few million credits
for an exclusive interview
with the Sherlock Holmes.
Especially when they hear
how new Scotland yard turned down his help
in the midst of the crypnosis crisis.
Oh, cut the melodramatics, lestrade.
You win.
I'll try anything at this point,
even expired p.I.S.
Meanwhile, Galileo city has officially opened to eager crowds.
A spokesman for the resort-- hmm...
Holmes?
Meet Watson.
Greetings, human.
I am a model 7 law-enforcement compudroid.
I am the property of new Scotland yard.
Currently registered to inspector b. Lestrade, who calls me Watson.
Well, there are similarities.
The waistline
and an unfortunate tendency
to overblown pomposities.
Too bad there's not more.
Come on, Holmes. We have a date downtown.
Stay, Watson.
See that pile of books over there by the computer?
Affirmative.
Read, ur, scan them.
Maybe you'll learn something.
Holmes is going to need an informed assistant.
Holmes: Lestrade, I looked at those books,
and they were my friend John Watson's journals.
Where did you get them?
Family heirlooms. You miss him?
More than I care to admit.
These psychotechs are the only ones who know anything,
and even they can't figure it out.
It is my business to know what other people Don't.
Computer: Crypnosis complete.
Excuse me.
So that's the deceased detective
who's going to save civilization as we know it.
I am underwhelmed.
Give it a rest, chief.
He's just starting to figure things out.
Lestrade, we must follow this young man.
His crypnosis will not hold.
And I think I know why.
Oh, you do, do you?
I am chief inspector Charles greyson,
mr. Holmes.
I'm sure you can succeed
where new Scotland yard cannot.
It wouldn't be the first time.
Huh?
Closer, lestrade.
I must see who's driving.
Greyson: Fenwick? Follow that hovercraft.
No. Back to the yard, lestrade.
The main computer is under attack.
The main computer?
Holmes, I demand an explanation.
Lestrade: One word--
moriarty.
Lestrade, there is definitely
a brilliant, yet warped, mind at work.
But not moriarty's in my estimation.
By the way, might I suggest you go to manual override?
What are you talking-- uh! Ooh!
Greyson: Aah!
Zed! It's not responding.
Thanks for turning off the autopilot, Holmes.
You're welcome, lestrade.
Next time, pay attention
when I make a constructive suggestion.
I do not say these things lightly.
What--what happened?
Your police cruisers, like your crypnosis machines,
are all linked to the master computer at the yard.
An intruder could not only cause
the crypnosis programs to fail,
but would also be able to wreak havoc
wherever the long arm of the law might reach,
as even you can see.
Lestrade: Looks like he's been and gone.
No. That is where our intruder is.
Stay out of there, Holmes. That's the heart of the computer.
Aah!
Cease and desist, whoever you are.
Heh heh heh heh.
Freeze!
Lestrade, no!
Unh!
Enough.
Aah!
Heh heh heh heh.
The mastermind is fenwick.
There's no one else. There cannot be.
Sir, I must respectfully disagree.
That man is no longer capable of independent thought.
You're both wrong!
It was moriarty.
I saw him as clearly as I see you, Holmes.
Lestrade, it may think like moriarty,
it may even look like moriarty,
but moriarty it is not,
no matter how much he wants us to think so.
Eyes and brain, lestrade.
You once said, "when you have eliminated the impossible,
"whatever remains, no matter how improbable,
must be the truth."
are you telling me there's no chance I'm right?
Time will tell, lestrade.
This much I do know
and with absolute certainty--
we've not seen the last of him, whoever he is.
He shall prove a most worthy adversary.
And I, for one, look forward to his next move.
You have resurrected the computer network
with stronger safeguards?
As we speak.
The crypnosis crisis is over.
One lucky guess
does not a new Scotland yard detective make.
All the more reason to remain in private practice.
What prompted you to come to our aid, Watson?
[garbled] my good man,
surely you know the answer to that.
I am, after all, your faithful servant, dr. John Watson,
and I shall endeavor to--
lestrade, what have you done?
This machine thinks it's Watson.
Elementary, my dear Holmes.
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