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EXT. TOP OF TOWER BRIDGE - DAY
ON THE TOP, Holmes and Irene only manage to stay upright
by leaning against each other. It looks quite romantic,
with London spread out beneath them.
HOLMES
Beautiful day.
107.
IRENE
In a beautiful city.
Homes nods dreamily.
IRENE (CONT’D)
Sherlock, let me go.
They’re STILL HANDCUFFED TOGETHER. Holmes looks at the
cuffs for a moment, then at Irene.
HOLMES
Who are you working for?
IRENE
He’s called the Professor. That’s
all I know -- except that he pays
well.
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EXT. THE THAMES RIVER - DAY
The GLASS SPHERE drifts down river, glinting in the
sunlight. Beyond it, we see the bow wave of an
APPROACHING LAUNCH.
EXT. LAUNCH - DAY
On the prow of the launch stands a man dressed in black,
with cane and top hat. (MORIARTY.)
MORIARTY
Close as you can.
HELMSMAN
Yes, Professor.
They close in on the glass sphere --
-- but are CUT OFF BY A SPEEDING POLICE LAUNCH.
EXT. POLICE LAUNCH - DAY
Lestrade looks on as WATSON LEANS OVER WITH A DIP NET --
scoops up the sphere (with a wince) brings it on board.
They examine it. The SURFACE IS FILIGREED WITH CRACKS,
some quite alarming --
-- but the clear powder is still safely inside.
108.
Watson and Lestrade share a look of relief -- that was
close.
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EXT. LAUNCH - DAY
Disgusted, Moriarty turns away from the railing.
MORIARTY
(to helmsman)
Take us away.
The launch turns hard and heads down river.
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EXT. TOP OF TOWER BRIDGE - DAY
Irene rattles the cuffs.
IRENE (CONT’D)
Sherlock, I saved your life.
HOLMES
I’d say we’re more than even on
that score.
Holmes looks over Irene’s shoulder.
BOBBIES swarm onto the top of the stanchion, lead by a
BEEFY SERGEANT.
IRENE
Look into your heart. Is this
really what you want?
HOLMES
Probably not.
Holmes finds the key, UNLOCKS THE CUFF around his own
wrist. Irene gives him a triumphant little smile,
waiting for him to unlock her cuff.
HOLMES (CONT’D)
Look me up when you get out.
He hands his cuff over to the beefy sergeant.
HOLMES (CONT’D)
She’s tricky, treacherous and
dangerous. Be careful.
109.
BEEFY SERGEANT
My middle name, sir.
Click! The open cuff closes over the beefy sergeant’s
wrist.
Irene gives Holmes a look that promises lots and lots of
future trouble.
Holmes grins, welcoming it --
HOLMES
Goodbye, Irene.
-- and turns his back to look out at London as Irene is
lead away.
As he is bandaged by a POLICE MEDIC, Holmes drinks in the
city he just saved, in all its glory.
PULL BACK, to show Holmes standing tall and proud in the
wind at the top of Tower Bridge --
-- as, below, BLACKWOOD SWINGS over the Thames at the end
of a tangle of rope, dangling from the collapsed
scaffold.
Hanged like a common man after all, with Tower Bridge as
his gibbet.
PULL BACK FROM THIS GRUESOME SIGHT --
-- PULL AWAY UP RIVER, faster and faster, until we --
-- ZERO IN ON THE HOUSES OF PARLIAMENT, WHERE --
EXT. HOUSES OF PARLIAMENT - DAY
-- THE QUEEN’S COACH AND ESCORT head safely away from
Parliament, back to Buckingham Palace.
Crisis over.
FADE TO:
EXT. SCOTLAND YARD - END OF THE DAY
Gunshot wound bandaged, cuts cleaned, Holmes walks out
through Scotland Yard with Lestrade and Watson, holding
his violin.
110.
LESTRADE
I still don’t understand how
Blackwood faked his own execution.
HOLMES
I had trouble with that one
myself. The two officials at his
execution were members of the
Order of the Golden Bough ...
IMAGE FLASHES -- the two POMPOUS-LOOKING OFFICIALS push
Blackwood’s head onto the block...
HOLMES
... were part of his cult. They
helped him change places ...
-- the first Official grabs the top of the EXECUTIONER'S
SLEEVELESS MASK/TUNIC --
HOLMES (V.O.) (CONT'D)
... with the only man there
wearing a mask ...
-- BLACKWOOD'S RING scrapes the ankle of the EXECUTIONER,
his legs buckling --
HOLMES (V.O.) (CONT'D)
... While we ...
-- A GUNSHOT RINGS OUT; the sounds of panic --
HOLMES (V.O.) (CONT'D)
... were looking somewhere else.
-- Blackwood stands as the Executioner falls, his head
rising smoothly into the suspended mask/tunic...
Lestrade is still having trouble absorbing it.
LESTRADE
I was looking straight at him.
HOLMES
No you weren't. Instinct,
Lestrade. When a gun fires, you
look to see where the danger is.
And that's what everyone in the
crowd did. Including me and
Watson.
Lestrade shakes his head -- then sees something across
the room that brings him up short. The BEEFY SERGEANT
approaches, puce with shame.
111.
LESTRADE
What is it, Sergeant?
BEEFY SERGEANT
Begging your pardon, Inspector --
it’s the woman.
ON HOLMES AND WATSON, as they exchange a wry and
unsurprised look.
FADE TO:
INT. 221 BAKER STREET - EVENING
HOLMES
Have you got the ring?
WATSON
Of course.
Both men sport a COUPLE OF DAYS WORTH OF STUBBLE.
Neither of them has been anywhere near a razor.
HOLMES
Show me.
Watson gives Holmes a sheepish look, fumbles a small box
out of his pocket, flips it open to reveal a ring with a
microscopic diamond.
WATSON
It’s all I can afford, until --
HOLMES
-- until your practice is up and
running. May I?
Holmes reaches for the ring. Watson lets him take it out
of the box. Then, Holmes replaces it with another. This
is a STUNNING RING WITH A HUGE, FLAWLESS PINK DIAMOND.
HOLMES
The King of Bohemia gave it to me.
WATSON
I couldn’t possibly.
HOLMES
Watson -- I’ll never use it.
Ever. We both know that.
Before Watson can argue any further, there is a knock at
the door.
112.
HOLMES
Here she is.
WATSON
(still on the ring)
Holmes --
Holmes closes the ring box emphatically.
HOLMES
She deserves it.
(leaving)
I’ll let her in on my way out.
Holmes opens the door. Mary, looking stunning, holds a
green HARROD’S PACKET.
MARY
(entering)
I have something for you.
(at Holmes)
Both of you.
Mary pulls two identical wrapped boxes from the Harrod’s
packet, hands them to each man.
WATSON
What is it?
HOLMES
Wait. I’ll tell you --
Holmes begins the process of deducing what’s in the box.
Watson clears his throat. Holmes looks up -- realizes
that this is not the time and place.
So, for once, Holmes opens the box like a normal human
being -- and pulls out a small metal and ivory device
shaped something like a T. Neither he nor Watson have
any idea what it is.
MARY
It’s from America. A new
invention.
(beat)
It’s called a safety razor. You
can shave without seeing a blade.
Both men rub their itchy stubble.
HOLMES
Thank you, Mary.
113.
Holmes puts the razor aside. He’ll use it if he feels
like it. He shoots Watson a sly nod -- welcome to
domesticity.
HOLMES (CONT’D)
Let me know how it feels. The
safety razor, that is.
Holmes leaves. The moment the door clicks closed, Watson
and Mary look into each other’s eyes.
WATSON
Mary ...
MARY
Yes?
EXT. 221 BAKER STREET - NIGHT
Holmes emerges from his home, pauses at the bottom of the
steps. Looks left, looks right, deciding which way to
go. The night is alive, London is alive.
His London.
Holmes turns right, and strides off alone down Baker
Street in search of entertainment, or trouble, or both.
FADE TO BLACK.
THE END
114.

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EXT. TOP OF TOWER BRIDGE - DAY
ON THE TOP, Holmes and Irene only manage to stay upright
by leaning against each other. It looks quite romantic,
with London spread out beneath them.
HOLMES
Beautiful day.
107.
IRENE
In a beautiful city.
Homes nods dreamily.
IRENE (CONT’D)
Sherlock, let me go.
They’re STILL HANDCUFFED TOGETHER. Holmes looks at the
cuffs for a moment, then at Irene.
HOLMES
Who are you working for?
IRENE
He’s called the Professor. That’s
all I know -- except that he pays
well.
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EXT. THE THAMES RIVER - DAY
The GLASS SPHERE drifts down river, glinting in the
sunlight. Beyond it, we see the bow wave of an
APPROACHING LAUNCH.
EXT. LAUNCH - DAY
On the prow of the launch stands a man dressed in black,
with cane and top hat. (MORIARTY.)
MORIARTY
Close as you can.
HELMSMAN
Yes, Professor.
They close in on the glass sphere --
-- but are CUT OFF BY A SPEEDING POLICE LAUNCH.
EXT. POLICE LAUNCH - DAY
Lestrade looks on as WATSON LEANS OVER WITH A DIP NET --
scoops up the sphere (with a wince) brings it on board.
They examine it. The SURFACE IS FILIGREED WITH CRACKS,
some quite alarming --
-- but the clear powder is still safely inside.
108.
Watson and Lestrade share a look of relief -- that was
close.
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EXT. LAUNCH - DAY
Disgusted, Moriarty turns away from the railing.
MORIARTY
(to helmsman)
Take us away.
The launch turns hard and heads down river.
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EXT. TOP OF TOWER BRIDGE - DAY
Irene rattles the cuffs.
IRENE (CONT’D)
Sherlock, I saved your life.
HOLMES
I’d say we’re more than even on
that score.
Holmes looks over Irene’s shoulder.
BOBBIES swarm onto the top of the stanchion, lead by a
BEEFY SERGEANT.
IRENE
Look into your heart. Is this
really what you want?
HOLMES
Probably not.
Holmes finds the key, UNLOCKS THE CUFF around his own
wrist. Irene gives him a triumphant little smile,
waiting for him to unlock her cuff.
HOLMES (CONT’D)
Look me up when you get out.
He hands his cuff over to the beefy sergeant.
HOLMES (CONT’D)
She’s tricky, treacherous and
dangerous. Be careful.
109.
BEEFY SERGEANT
My middle name, sir.
Click! The open cuff closes over the beefy sergeant’s
wrist.
Irene gives Holmes a look that promises lots and lots of
future trouble.
Holmes grins, welcoming it --
HOLMES
Goodbye, Irene.
-- and turns his back to look out at London as Irene is
lead away.
As he is bandaged by a POLICE MEDIC, Holmes drinks in the
city he just saved, in all its glory.
PULL BACK, to show Holmes standing tall and proud in the
wind at the top of Tower Bridge --
-- as, below, BLACKWOOD SWINGS over the Thames at the end
of a tangle of rope, dangling from the collapsed
scaffold.
Hanged like a common man after all, with Tower Bridge as
his gibbet.
PULL BACK FROM THIS GRUESOME SIGHT --
-- PULL AWAY UP RIVER, faster and faster, until we --
-- ZERO IN ON THE HOUSES OF PARLIAMENT, WHERE --
EXT. HOUSES OF PARLIAMENT - DAY
-- THE QUEEN’S COACH AND ESCORT head safely away from
Parliament, back to Buckingham Palace.
Crisis over.
FADE TO:
EXT. SCOTLAND YARD - END OF THE DAY
Gunshot wound bandaged, cuts cleaned, Holmes walks out
through Scotland Yard with Lestrade and Watson, holding
his violin.
110.
LESTRADE
I still don’t understand how
Blackwood faked his own execution.
HOLMES
I had trouble with that one
myself. The two officials at his
execution were members of the
Order of the Golden Bough ...
IMAGE FLASHES -- the two POMPOUS-LOOKING OFFICIALS push
Blackwood’s head onto the block...
HOLMES
... were part of his cult. They
helped him change places ...
-- the first Official grabs the top of the EXECUTIONER'S
SLEEVELESS MASK/TUNIC --
HOLMES (V.O.) (CONT'D)
... with the only man there
wearing a mask ...
-- BLACKWOOD'S RING scrapes the ankle of the EXECUTIONER,
his legs buckling --
HOLMES (V.O.) (CONT'D)
... While we ...
-- A GUNSHOT RINGS OUT; the sounds of panic --
HOLMES (V.O.) (CONT'D)
... were looking somewhere else.
-- Blackwood stands as the Executioner falls, his head
rising smoothly into the suspended mask/tunic...
Lestrade is still having trouble absorbing it.
LESTRADE
I was looking straight at him.
HOLMES
No you weren't. Instinct,
Lestrade. When a gun fires, you
look to see where the danger is.
And that's what everyone in the
crowd did. Including me and
Watson.
Lestrade shakes his head -- then sees something across
the room that brings him up short. The BEEFY SERGEANT
approaches, puce with shame.
111.
LESTRADE
What is it, Sergeant?
BEEFY SERGEANT
Begging your pardon, Inspector --
it’s the woman.
ON HOLMES AND WATSON, as they exchange a wry and
unsurprised look.
FADE TO:
INT. 221 BAKER STREET - EVENING
HOLMES
Have you got the ring?
WATSON
Of course.
Both men sport a COUPLE OF DAYS WORTH OF STUBBLE.
Neither of them has been anywhere near a razor.
HOLMES
Show me.
Watson gives Holmes a sheepish look, fumbles a small box
out of his pocket, flips it open to reveal a ring with a
microscopic diamond.
WATSON
It’s all I can afford, until --
HOLMES
-- until your practice is up and
running. May I?
Holmes reaches for the ring. Watson lets him take it out
of the box. Then, Holmes replaces it with another. This
is a STUNNING RING WITH A HUGE, FLAWLESS PINK DIAMOND.
HOLMES
The King of Bohemia gave it to me.
WATSON
I couldn’t possibly.
HOLMES
Watson -- I’ll never use it.
Ever. We both know that.
Before Watson can argue any further, there is a knock at
the door.
112.
HOLMES
Here she is.
WATSON
(still on the ring)
Holmes --
Holmes closes the ring box emphatically.
HOLMES
She deserves it.
(leaving)
I’ll let her in on my way out.
Holmes opens the door. Mary, looking stunning, holds a
green HARROD’S PACKET.
MARY
(entering)
I have something for you.
(at Holmes)
Both of you.
Mary pulls two identical wrapped boxes from the Harrod’s
packet, hands them to each man.
WATSON
What is it?
HOLMES
Wait. I’ll tell you --
Holmes begins the process of deducing what’s in the box.
Watson clears his throat. Holmes looks up -- realizes
that this is not the time and place.
So, for once, Holmes opens the box like a normal human
being -- and pulls out a small metal and ivory device
shaped something like a T. Neither he nor Watson have
any idea what it is.
MARY
It’s from America. A new
invention.
(beat)
It’s called a safety razor. You
can shave without seeing a blade.
Both men rub their itchy stubble.
HOLMES
Thank you, Mary.
113.
Holmes puts the razor aside. He’ll use it if he feels
like it. He shoots Watson a sly nod -- welcome to
domesticity.
HOLMES (CONT’D)
Let me know how it feels. The
safety razor, that is.
Holmes leaves. The moment the door clicks closed, Watson
and Mary look into each other’s eyes.
WATSON
Mary ...
MARY
Yes?
EXT. 221 BAKER STREET - NIGHT
Holmes emerges from his home, pauses at the bottom of the
steps. Looks left, looks right, deciding which way to
go. The night is alive, London is alive.
His London.
Holmes turns right, and strides off alone down Baker
Street in search of entertainment, or trouble, or both.
FADE TO BLACK.
THE END
114.

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LORD BLACKWOOD rises from his knees. A few years older
than Holmes and Watson, Blackwood radiates wealth and
dark power. A formidable creature. His piercing eyes
shine with reptilian anticipation.
He steps into the pentangle, stands over the woman. It
looks as if this ritual is almost complete.
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As the final thug charges, Holmes swings off the catwalk,
and -- CLICK! -- the thug meets Watson’s short stick
instead.
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Blackwood reaches down. His RUBY RING sparkles as he
moves to caress her face --
-- and Holmes tackles Blackwood, driving him out of the
pentangle.
BLACKWOOD
You spoiled it.
Something horrible happens behind Blackwood’s eyes. A
psychotic flash that brings Holmes up short, for a
moment.
BLACKWOOD (CONT’D)
No matter. The Dark One has the
others. You weren’t quick enough
to save any of them.
The girl has snapped out of her trance, and is backing
away from them as best she can.
BLACKWOOD (CONT’D)
I wonder if you see their agony
when you close your eyes at night.
The cruel words seemingly have no effect on Holmes.
But Watson charges at Blackwood, lays into him with his
fists. Hammers him. Blackwood sags to his knees.
Holmes grabs Watson, pulls him off.
HOLMES
It’s over.
4.
A bubbling, derisive laugh from Blackwood.
BLACKWOOD
Is it?
Holmes ignores him, sees something up on the catwalk.
HOLMES
Hello Inspector.
LONDON POLICEMAN swarm into the junction, lead by
INSPECTOR LESTRADE, a man who makes up for any
shortcomings with sheer doggedness.
LESTRADE
Thank you, Holmes. Thank you,
Doctor. I wish I’d come to you
sooner.
HOLMES
So do I.
Lestrade reddens and proceeds to handcuff Blackwood, to
cover up his annoyance.
Behind them, the girl is helped onto a stretcher by two
policemen, and carried away.
Blackwood watches the girl, eyes glittering.
BLACKWOOD
We’ll meet again, my dear. I
promise.
Watson lunges at Blackwood again. Holmes holds him back.
HOLMES
Turn your back on it.
WATSON
He killed at least seven women.
How can you be so detached?
HOLMES
Emotion is the enemy of reason.
EXT. THAMES EMBANKMENT - NIGHT
Holmes and Watson walk along the freezing embankment
towards their carriage.
WATSON
We should charge Scotland Yard for
the help we give them.
5.
(MORE)
Especially since they take the
credit half the time.
HOLMES
Yes, but we have all the fun.
Holmes opens the carriage door and climbs in. He’s done.
Watson joins him.
The carriage moves away slowly, disappears into the
winter fog.