Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd Century

Watson: One of Holmes' strangest cases

took 20 years to unfold.

It all began on the moon.

Beautiful.

Takes my breath away just looking at it.

If the oxygen generator breaks down,

it'll really take your breath away...For good.

Come on, you can wax poetic later.

We've got work to do.

You filed the papers like I told you?

No. There was a power failure in Galileo city and--

what do you mean, no?

I told you I wanted them filed today.

You trying to pull something on me, shalto?

No. No. Cool it, morstan.

All the offices were closed because of the outage.

I'll go later.

Make sure you do.

We're sitting on a fortune here.

Don't worry, I'll--

moonquake!

Come on!

No! It's too dangerous!

Stay then. I'm getting out of here.

no!

Morstan! Are you all right?

Aah!

I'll get help.

shalto, stop!

I'll come back for you, morstan!

I promise!

Don't leave me down here.

No!

Sherlock Holmes...

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Watson!

Brought Sherlock Holmes back to life.

Back to life.

It's elementary, my dear Watson.

Watson!

Sherlock Holmes is on the case.

Moriarty...

Ha ha ha ha ha!

Heh heh heh heh.

There's no need to worry...

Sherlock Holmes is on the case.

elementary, my dear Watson.

Watson: 20 years later,

a young lady came to Holmes and me.

She found herself in most peculiar circumstances.

And you know Holmes.

He simply could not resist getting involved.

This case already presents

an interesting challenge, Watson.

I say, Holmes, this is too much.

How do you know the young lady's

not selling vacuum cleaners or some such?

Eyes and brains, sir. Eyes and brains.

First, look how worried she is.

There is some sort of mystery in her life,

but it is not a matter for the police.

Otherwise, she would be there, not here.

Second, observe her luggage.

Brand-new and not much of it.

She is undertaking a short journey,

which may be the source of her concern.

Third, her new clothing and ring.

Difficult to afford such luxurious items

selling vacuum cleaners.

Well, what are you waiting for?

Ask her in.

Offer her some tea.

Yes, of course.

Now, where is it?

Ms. Morstan, may I present

mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Thank you for seeing me on such short notice, mr. Holmes.

I hope to hire you.

I'll pay whatever fee you ask,

within reason, of course.

That will not be necessary, ms. Morstan.

This is one case I will take

for the sheer pleasure of it.

Watson, I've eliminated the impossible

and the improbable, and I can still not deduce

where amongst my notes

you have hidden my lunar passport.

I must find it.

We are accompanying ms. Morstan to the moon.

how did you know?

I've told no one.

Ah, here it is.

That is my job, ms. Morstan--

to know what others do not.

How do I do it? Simple, really.

I deduced you were going to the moon

because you are wearing these--lunar striders--

shoes which are heavily weighted to give you stability

in the low lunar gravity,

but cause no end of discomfort while on earth

and cannot help but make noise whenever you walk.

Not to mention the fact

that there is a lunar shuttle ticket

protruding from your bag.

Finally, I deduced that you needed my help

from the very fact that you came here to Baker street.

Call a hovercab, Watson.

We have a shuttle to catch.

The lunar shuttleport, my good man,

and with haste.

If I am to help you, ms. Morstan,

I must know everything.

Why Don't you start at the beginning?

Ok, but there's not really much to tell.

I'm an orphan. My mother died in childbirth.

My father traveled to the moon before I was born.

He went missing and was never heard from again.

A few days ago, I received an envelope

containing this ring.

With it was this mysterious letter

from someone named thad shalto. He said...

Thad's voice: You've been done a great wrong, ms. Morstan.

I will explain everything when we meet in person.

He asked me to come to the moon.

He even included a lunar shuttle ticket.

And he said if I felt nervous about going alone,

I should bring someone I trusted.

So I came to you, mr. Holmes.

You did the right thing, ms. Morstan.

Most interesting.

The letter was mailed in new London.

Hmm. This leads me to believe

that the man who sent it

is the same man who followed us to the shuttleport.

Huh?

You two proceed to the windows and have a look.

I shall be along shortly.

So this shalto fellow

said he would meet you here?

Yes. He said to wear this ring.

Mr. Thad shalto, I presume?

Uh, yes. And you are?

Sherlock Holmes, at your service.

Pardon me, but one cannot be too careful.

What was in that envelope you sent ms. Morstan?

A copernican ring, a shuttle ticket,

and a letter. Why do you ask?

Just making sure you are the same man

who sent the letter.

Come. Ms. Morstan is most anxious

to hear what you have to say about all this.

I came to earth to make sure you would receive

the copernican ring without any problems, ms. Morstan.

Which is why the package was mailed in new London, I presume.

Now you will learn what all the mystery is about.

The story I am going to tell you may seem unbelievable,

but I swear, every word is true.

20 years ago, my father became partners

with a miner named morstan.

My--my father?

Yes, your father.

But they never got around to filing the partnership papers.

And then it was too late.

The mine collapsed in a lunar quake.

Don't leave me down here!

I'll come back for you, morstan! I promise!

And your father was lost.

I knew there was a reason why he never came back for me.

My father abandoned the mine.

After he passed on,

my brother and I inherited the property.

When we started to clear out the rubble,

we found a small fortune in copernicans

which my father had hidden.

And we found this.

The original partnership papers

in which morstan bequeathed his share of the mine

to the daughter he'd left behind on earth.

Since the papers were never filed,

there is no legal obligation.

However, even though my own brother

does not agree with me,

I feel we have a moral obligation to you.

So I brought you to the moon

to claim your inheritance--

the treasure in gems our fathers mined

but never sold.

They are, by all rights, half yours.

Thank you, thad.

You were right. It is an unbelievable story.

And not over yet.

Please, mr. Shalto,

tell us about your brother.

Edward? He is...

Well, greedy.

He wants everything for himself.

If I weren't his brother,

he'd probably try to cut me out, too.

It's...Incredible.

And here we are.