Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd Century

Sherlock Holmes...

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.

Sherlock Holmes is on the case.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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: