[rings bell]
father?
This just came for you.
"for the antidote, place it on the sundial."
hmm. What a cryptic little note.
I wonder--
orange pips!
John, listen to me.
Under no circumstances am I to be taken to the hospital. Understood?
But--
do you understand? Yes.
Ooh. Aah.
Aah. Aah. Oh.
Oh.
Father!
John: Ugh!
Find...Sherlock...Holmes.
Sherlock Holmes...
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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!
Sherlock Holmes is on the case.
♪ Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd century ♪
elementary, my dear Watson.
Holmes: Come closer, boy. Let's have a look at you.
Hmm. Late 19th century. A near accurate reproduction.
Now, you say your father asked for me by name.
Yes, mr. Holmes.
He scribbled your address just before he blacked out.
Unconscious, is he?
I shall ring for an emergency medical team to--
no hospital, mr. Holmes. Please.
I promised him. He just wanted you.
Then we must leave at once.
Watson.
Get your metal lackey away from me.
Young John openshaw here
is seeking our assistance, dr. Watson.
Indeed? Then I shall assist him down the street
to the personality improvement seminar.
Try and understand, Watson.
He has been raised as an anti-tech.
His is the world of 1890.
You epitomize all that he has been taught to hate--technology.
That is absolutely shameful.
My father would not want that machine in our house.
He can't go.
Your father is conveniently lacking a vote.
And if dr. Watson stays, I stay.
Watson: Hmm.
He's a very good father, you know.
I would hope he is.
He doesn't deserve this.
I mean, just because we Don't like machines.
Lucky for you, this machine happens to like people.
He's going to be fine, John.
I'll make sure of it.
Watson. How is mr. Openshaw?
The most confounded thing.
According to my bio-organic med scan,
everything in his body has nearly shut down,
except for his heart, which still has an unflagging beat.
Does it?
Though I admit the cause of his coma has thus far eluded me.
The cause, I suspect, is in these 5 pips, or rather, on them.
Pips?
Seeds. From a common orange.
[sniffs] with the musk of a natural toxin added to them.
[doorknob rattles]
shh.
Identify yourself.
I demand the same of you.
Uncle Elias!
I'm so glad you're here.
Father's sick, and he had me find Sherlock Holmes.
It's ok, John. I'll take care of everything now.
Do you suppose he too is an anti-tech?
Mr. Holmes, you are welcome here.
But that hunk of hardware is not.
Asked and answered.
I'd say you need all the help
offered to you, mr. Openshaw.
Especially now that those from whom
you've been hiding have found you.
John, you stay in the den
while I have a word with mr. Holmes.
Speak your mind, man. What do you know?
Only the obvious. That openshaw is not your real name.
That both you and your brother have been in hiding.
That you know the identities of your pursuers,
and that somewhere in Joseph's possession
is a small object of great value to them.
How could you possibly know all that?
High walls, wrought-iron spikes,
a guard dog all suggest fear and hiding.
Anti-techs by nature tend to draw attention,
which would force a change of identity in order to remain here.
Your unannounced presence and safe passage past the dog
implies frequent visits without worry of being seen or followed.
So I presume you must also share the same false identity.
[gasps]
5 orange pips--a sign feared by your brother
and by you, suggesting previous knowledge.
And the object in question is small enough to fit on a sundial.
It's all preposterous. Those pips mean nothing to me.
Your lies will not hinder my investigation, mr. Openshaw.
Nor will I brook any other interference.
Holmes: Dr. Watson will remain here and monitor Joseph's condition.
Oh, and stay away from the windows.
The night most assuredly has eyes.
Holmes: Limit analysis to natural substances.
Computer voice: Analysis complete.
Residue indicates presence of pertholiate root.
Its effect on humans?
Computer voice: Decreased brain activity,
reduced heart rate, coma. No known antidote.
Reduced heart rate.
Hmm. Origin?
Computer voice: Africa. Jungle.
Discovered 1856 by dr. David livingstone.
[high-pitched hum]
you brought this on yourself, Joseph.
I warned you. I'll take care of--
warned him of what?
Machines are not worthy of my conversation.
You show up unannounced. You know exactly what's going on.
You lie about the pips.
And now you display no sympathy toward your brother.
This is certainly suspicious data for the old processor.
Listen, you iron lek.
At best, you are a servant. At worst, you are a jumble
of warmed-over diodes and fiber optics.
Be glad I Don't make you stay with the dogs.
Oh!
It's nothing personal. Anti-techs just Don't like robots.
A point you both made all too clear.
Uplink to new Scotland yard. Cross-check for hand print and DNA matches.
Uncle? Is technology really so bad?
I mean, dr. Watson is trying to help us.
We shun technology, John, because it's not natural.
Robots are artificial life, and they simply have no right to exist.
Little by little, we are losing our humanity to these machines.
But a robot didn't do this to my father.
A person did. Right?
Pardon me, my good man.
I'm here to pick up that shipment
of pertholiate root from Africa.
That's black market.
What makes you think it came to my dock?
Because it is black market.
Too late. Already signed for and picked up.
5 credits for a scan of that signature.
10.
Agreed.
Beth: The signature was bogus.
But the handwriting popped up an 11-year-old holo file.
E. Hawkins, a low level member of the tech-saboteurs.
Apparently, they...
Sabotaged technology?
Deduced that all by yourself, did you?
I am Sherlock Holmes after all.
Computer voice: Tech-saboteurs.
Classification: Radical.
Founder: Dr. Joseph dunsmuir.
Location: Unknown.
Hmm. Age progression. 11 years.
Computer voice: Objective. The fight against
the integration of automatons.
Owners were threatened with a coma-inducing toxin.
The warning sign: 5 orange seeds.
To further their cause, openshaw developed lethal robotic micro-ticks
stored in a tiny cybernest.
Magnify.
Computer voice: When airborne, these micro-ticks
will purge any robotic matrix
disabling all automatons. Permanently.
This epidemic was averted when openshaw abruptly
dissolved the group and promptly disappeared.
And I'd guess this cybernest disappeared with him.
Now someone wants it back.
It's a good thing those micro-ticks weren't unleashed.
New Scotland yard's entire DNA storage matrix is very similar to the robots'.
It would have wiped out our records and talk about chaos.
Yes, chaos. And why the sudden interest
in this cybernest now after 11 years?
Computer voice: Scotland yard
database search complete.
Hand print match. Elias dunsmuir,
member of the tech saboteurs.
A saboteur. Of course.
He is behind this terrible offense.
It's for you, uncle.
The courier said it's from Sherlock Holmes.
Watson: Hold it there, sir.
Clever ruse, mr. Dunsmuir,
but it is highly unlikely that mr. Holmes sent you anything.
I must inspect that.
Listen, you iron lek.
[gasps]
aah...No!
I Don't know where it is.
Where are you? Show yourself.
Joseph, where did you hide it?
Here, here.
That won't help.
Get your metal paws off me.
If he hadn't lost his nerve, you wouldn't even exist.
No robots would exist.
And if I hadn't defended you, Joseph,
I wouldn't have had to go into hiding for all these years.
And I wouldn't be suffering your fate.
Has Elias succumbed to the coma?
Yes, moments ago.
I must confess, Holmes, that I let my personal dislike
for Elias form my hypothesis.
I wrongly assumed he was behind this.
A lesson learned, Watson.
Emotions tend to cloud clear thinking.
But regarding Elias' heart-rate,
it has weakened, has it not?
Indeed. Contrary to Joseph's. But how did--
you shall have your answer once we take
a closer look with your med-scan imager.
[beating]
John: That's...A machine.
Good grief, Holmes. An artificial heart? How did you know?
The coma-inducing agent is pertholiate root,
which normally lowers the heart rate.
Unless, of course, the heart is synthetic.
This model has 5 chambers.
Strange. I can think of no operative reason for an extra chamber.
And this is a fairly recent model
put into service only 11 years ago.
11 years coincides with Joseph's
abrupt decision to leave the saboteurs.
So he betrayed his anti-tech beliefs
in exchange for a life-saving machine. How ironic.
You mean, our whole life, it's just been a big lie?
John...
[explosion]
John: Watson!
Aah!
Ugh.
Ooh. Ugh.
Ugh.
Backup! Where are you?
Aah! Aah!
Sorry, Holmes.
Greyson wouldn't approve backup. I'm all you got.
Best you stand guard, then.
If they overrun the house
and find that cybernest before we do, all is lost.
Ugh. Ugh.
Did he get you? Does it hurt?
Since humans feel pain and machines do not,
I thank you for your heartfelt concern.
We must find that cybernest, then flee to safety.
John, think. Does your father have a safe in the house,
a strong box, anything?
No. Nothing like that.
The answer is here. I know it.
Joseph refused to be taken to a hospital. Why?
Because of his anti-tech beliefs.
Holmes: But we know he'd already betrayed those beliefs
by accepting an artificial heart.
Was he afraid to leave his home for fear it would be searched?
But it has been searched. By Elias.
And nothing was found.
My conclusion exactly. That leaves the hospital.
Joseph was afraid they'd find something. But what?
Watson, project the hologram of his heart again.
Of course, that fifth chamber on the heart.
Please, narrow the holo band.
I can scarcely believe it.
There it is, the cybernest.
Can you retrieve it, Watson?
A simple matter with this thermal-regenerator.
He won't feel a thing.
Watson: This will just take a moment.
They found it. Move in.
One global robot destroyer
present and accounted for.
Perhaps you'd better hold it?
With increased magnification,
this appears to be a relatively primitive
bio-virus dynamo. Hmm, I wonder--
[explosion]
excuse me, gentlemen, visitors are dropping in everywhere.
I think it's time to hit the high road.
Are they going to be ok?
Watson: We're all going to be ok
as soon as we get to new Scotland yard.
Hmm, rather powerful.
Yeah. And just what the heck are anti-techs
doing with inhibitor beams anyways? Those lousy hypocrites.
Another piece of the puzzle, lestrade.
They're sucking the power right out of my propulsion.
I'm switching to manual.
Watson: Can't seem to shake him, lad.
Watson: Are you safe, young squire?
Don't go. You'll be deactivated.
Believe me, I could use the rest.
Nothing personal.
Ugh. Ugh.
You may remove your mask, moriarty.
What?
Holmes. Very impressive.
Please entertain me
with the deductive observations that led you to me.
Holmes: The sudden and intense interest
in the cybernest after all these years
suggested that somebody new had entered the equation.
Somebody powerful, and somebody with unique interest
in what the cybernest could do.
A little robot cleansing?
Ah, but we both know it does more than that,
as in wiping out the yard's DNA storage matrix,
which contains your recent and valued addition.
I suggest a trade.
This new Scotland yard zealot
in exchange for the cybernest.
Ugh. Forget it, Holmes. Don't negotiate.
No deal.
I'll sweeten the pot, then.
Ugh.
The only antidote for pertholiate root.
Come now, Holmes,
we're only talking about
the inconsequential loss of robotics.
Moriarty: In previous centuries,
everyone got along fine without them.
You remember, Don't you?
Holmes, my own mortality aside,
those micro-ticks would wipe out
every automated system in the world.
People's lives would be in danger.
I have your assurance
that you will give sufficient warning
before implementing this device.
I have no desire to harm people.
They will have plenty of time to prepare.
Then we have an agreement. Sorry, Watson.
No! You can't do that to dr. Watson.
He's more than a robot. He's my friend.
Please, John. It's for the greater good.
See? A win-win situation.
Except for Watson, of course.
Until we meet again, Sherlock Holmes.
All: Noooo!
Ooh.
Moriarty.
Ugh. The rat's gone into its hole.
How could you, Holmes?
He'll now unleash those micro-ticks upon the world.
So much will be lost.
Yeah. And not to mention my job,
once greyson gets wind of this.
Not to worry, either of you.
Moriarty will soon discover the same thing I did,
that the cybernest's antiquated virus dynamo
has long become obsolete and quite harmless.
It belongs in a museum, not an arsenal.
You mean--
yes, dr. Watson. The future is secure
for the likes of our beloved robotic citizens
and most of all, you.
Oh, thank you, Holmes. I should have known
there was nothing to worry about when you apologized.
Your father and your uncle are recovering nicely.
Thank you, dr. Watson.
Though I must say, neither were particularly pleased
to find me leaning over them when they opened their eyes.
All they see is a machine.
Why can't they just get to know the real you like I did?
Yes. Why indeed?