Sherlock

A case of stolen letters leads Sherlock Holmes into a long conflict with Charles Augustus Magnussen, the Napoleon of blackmail, and the one man he truly hates. But how do you tackle a foe who knows the personal weakness of every person of importance in the Western world?

And currently in my possession.

All right, Shezza?

So all your shirts must be kept like that.

You trying to put me off? God, no.

Those floating, flat faces, those dead eyes. That's what he is.

I...

This follows an investigation...

At this hour, almost certainly his PA.

No, no!

You stay still and the bullet pushes through.

Fall...

Where's the cottage? Sussex Downs.

'I planted the information for you to find.'

How can you not remember which room? You remember everything!

Please, understand,

Probably stop talking now. OK.

Baker Street, now.

You are abnormally attracted to dangerous situations and people,

Oh, look at you two, you should have got married.

your own husband would become a suspect. So...

Just... Come here.

He never causes too much damage to anyone important.

His lovely mum and dad, a fine example of married life, I get that.

Sherlock, please tell me you haven't just gone out of your mind.

I already seem to have it.

Then why am I smiling? Ask me.

...and I will,

Sorry, no chance for you to be a hero this time, Mr Holmes.

There will always come a time when we need Sherlock Holmes.

You know, actually, I can't think of a single thing to say.

Sherlock faces his biggest challenge of all — delivering a Best Man's speech on John's wedding day. But all isn't quite as it seems. Mortal danger stalks the reception, and someone might not make it to the happy couple's first dance. Sherlock must thank the bridesmaids, solve the case and stop a killer!

She was probably right, really. I remember she left early.

Thanks. John, congratulations. You're a lucky man. Thank you.

He's really come out of his shell. I don't know how you did it. Um...

It suggests he's in the habit of taking his phone into the shower with him,

I didn't think he'd show up at all.

I suppose I'll be seeing a lot more of you from now on.

family and friends,

Telegrams!

Tea? Er...

I explained to him that I'd never expected this request and I was a little daunted in the face of it.

I'm afraid, John, I can't congratulate you.

it is because I never expected to be anybody's best friend.

She's a client, she's boring. I've seen those symptoms before. Hmm?

of criminal investigation... Fibbing, Sherlock. I once broke an alibi by demonstrating

Anything. Pick one. Pick what?

I know. You said you'd find him a case. Hmm.

Major, please! I'm John Watson, Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers,

Scotland Yard, have you got a theory?

However, I'm not just here to praise John,

OK.

We seemed to automatically connect.

And there we are having dinner one week on.

He's... Hmm? He's clueing for looks.

We had a fantastic time,

Not you. Not you.

You OK?

Married.

Wise advice I'll certainly try to bear in mind.

Jeff, the gents.

I've got keys to my brother's house, I could break in and asphyxiate him, if the whim arose.

Major, let us in. Kick the door down.

I believe I'm your doctor.

It's not what's in the photographs,

I should have killed him quicker.

Two years after the devastating effects of Sherlock's 'Death', Dr John Watson has got on with his life. New horizons, romance and a comforting domestic future beckon. But, with London under threat of a huge terrorist attack, Sherlock Holmes is about to rise from the grave with all the theatricality that comes so naturally to him. It’s what his best friend wanted more than anything, but for John Watson it might well be a case of ‘be careful what you wish for’! If Sherlock thinks everything will be just as he left it though, he’s in for a very big surprise… MORE -LESS

And may God rest his soul.

Mmm.

Look... I'm not your mother, I've no right to expect it...

What life? I've been away.

Interesting thing, a tuxedo.

one question, just let me ask one question.

Ha, no! 25 at most.

You have missed this, admit it.

SHE YELLS

can you imagine what real people are like?

has been repaired, three, four... Five times. Very neatly.

Yes. Back to work, if you don't mind. Good morning.

Have you come to torment me? What are you talking about? "What are you talking...?"

Nothing.

'Smart arse!'

And the next stop, St James' Park Station.

Because the one person he thought didn't matter at all to me

HE GAGS

"wear them round your neck?"

Maybe. Ah, so that's why they weren't at the funeral!

Lord Moran, he's a Peer of the Realm.

There's nowhere else it could be.

Can you just...? Why do you never call the police?!

Please, John, forgive me,

Its roots were everywhere, like a cancer, so we came up with a plan.

'That's where Molly came in.

That meant there was a corpse in the morgue somewhere

both destroyed Parliament and caused the death of hundreds of people.

Totally had you! You cock!