Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd Century

Where is he?

Man: Dimsworth, please note...

Woman: James!

I Don't care if it's been declassified.

File 389x4 is not to be released without authorization from me.

You cowardly, loathsome, lying...

How could you?

Computer, stop dictation.

Nancy, what's wrong?

As if you didn't know.

Nancy!

How could you?

those two fighting?

I can't believe it.

Nancy: I know what's going on at bio-tech,

and you cannot hide it from me.

What kind of beast are you?

You're a monster. How could I not know about this?

Nancy: Aah!

mrs. Barclay?

Uh, mr. Barclay, are you all right?

maid: Open it.

Nancy: Aah!

Maid: Oh, what's happened here?

Mrs. Barclay?

Mr. Barclay?

Sherlock Holmes...

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Watson!

Bring 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.

Nancy, on tape: You cowardly, loathsome, lying...

How could you?

Jack, on tape: Computer, stop dictation.

Lestrade?

Here I am.

Hmm. Mrs. Barclay came in last night

and fought with her husband.

He disappeared from this room, which was locked from the inside.

The housekeeper was by the door the whole time,

so the only way out is the window.

Mm-hmm.

A 20-story drop to the ground

and no trace of an ion trail from a hovercraft.

Where'd he go?

Hmm.

you believe mr. And mrs. Barclay fought.

He subdued her and then disappeared into thin air.

The only question is how he got away.

No. The question is, how do you explain this?

Fur?

Mmm. From a pet, obviously.

Unlikely.

The coarseness of the fur would suggest a rather large pet.

The size of one of us, I'd say.

Are you suggesting he turned into an animal

and climbed out the window?

I suggest nothing without gathering sufficient evidence.

Lestrade: Well, all I want to know is where is mr. Barclay?

What could his wife say that could make him attack her

and then disappear?

Mmm, maybe I'll find out when I question mrs. Barclay.

I'm going to the hospital now.

Have you found poor mr. Barclay yet?

No. But with your help, perhaps we can.

They've always been the perfect couple.

Everyone said so.

No signs of any antagonism?

Well, they had the occasional mild tiff,

but what couple doesn't?

Mrs. Barclay seemed so happy when she left the house

with her friend Amelia.

But the barclays fought last night.

I guess it could have been over trouble at bio-tech.

It seemed a tremendous strain on mr. Barclay,

running a big company like that all by himself

after her father died.

Hmm.

Maid: It's not easy for him.

It's really her company, you know.

And then to have the government start asking questions.

What sort of questions?

An unofficial inquiry they called it.

Something about an experiment 10 years ago.

10 years...

What difference could it make now?

These government investigations

stir up more trouble than they're worth.

Did you hear any of the argument?

She said bio-tech several times when she was shouting at him.

"monster," she said.

Hmm.

I'm sure the government poisoned her mind against him.

Thank you very much. You've been very helpful.

But--but is that it?

You've barely asked me anything.

Something extreme must have happened

after mrs. Barclay left the house...

To make her return home in a rage.

The only person we're certain she talked to is her friend Amelia.

Which means we must talk to her.

Hmm.

Strange. I've picked up a trail.

The only question is, a trail of what?

It looks like an ionizer blast mark.

Several of them. And other signs of a struggle

with what would seem to be a great beast.

In the heart of new London?

Preposterous!

I admit it seems improbable,

but not impossible.

We cannot ignore the mounting evidence.

The medical report is accurate.

Her brain scan indicates no permanent damage,

but her pulse and respiration are irregular.

Lestrade: She must have gone into shock when she hit her head.

It's possible she was already in shock

when she was knocked unconscious.

James barclay gone.

Mrs. Barclay unconscious.

There is one person who might tell us why this has all happened--

mrs. Barclay's friend Amelia.

Come. We must find her.

stop!

Lestrade, what is it?

That noise I heard was an intruder.

He looked like some kind of monster,

but that just couldn't be.

Whatever it was, it's gone. Vanished.

Hmm. Don't dismiss your observation so easily, lestrade.

We still have much to discover.

The fur is from some sort of hybrid species.

I suggest we send it to new Scotland yard for further analysis.

I believe Tennyson's street contacts

might also be of use to us in this matter.

But first, an interview with mrs. Barclay's friend Amelia.

Nancy's been my friend since childhood.

I-I've no idea why she and James fought.

But if he's gone, it's good riddance.

How do you mean?

Nancy married him on the rebound.

He treated her well enough, but--

when you were out with Nancy that night,

you met no one?

No.

Uh, a street beggar, that's all.

Nancy thought she knew him.

I know nothing of James' whereabouts,

and I Don't care.

My only concern is for Nancy.

Hmm.

deidre, she is on her way.

follow that hovercab.

I always wanted to say that.

So, the guy's a genetic engineering genius...

Award winner, philanthropist.

What's this? "declassified.

"military experiments?

File 389x4." hmm.

Restricted?

Wait a minute.

Come on.

Come on. Zed!

Someone's locking me out from the mainframe.

Mr. Holmes, I followed Amelia to some hotel in the DNA alley.

As I suspected.

Our mysterious hybrid may be the result of illicit bio-engineering.

She's making a delivery.

I'm going to find out who she's shopping for.

I already have my suspicions.

Stay out of there, deidre.

That is an order.

I'll just have a quick peek.

aah!

What's going on down here?

I'm trying to access some files upstairs.

Hey, I'm talking to you.

police business.

Barclay?

Halt!

aah!

It's turning out to be one of those days.

Congratulations, lestrade.

You've done it again.

Word's come down from upstairs.

You've been ordered to leave bio-tech out of your investigation.

You'll excuse me for bringing this up, sir,

but it's a little hard to investigate