Another part Im on a roll now!!
Third person pov
(Dim light from a burner heats fluid in a jar, a bench
strewn with scientific equipment. Gloved hands mix
chemicals in a tray, a piece of photo paper on top. )
(Another pair of hands search urgently through a row of
alphabetized files, coming to rest on the letter "H." A
bunch of "H" clippings hit the desk. The top one reads:)
(STUDENT AND ARMY DOCTOR SOLVE LONDON MYSTERY! A photo of
Holmes and Watson in their 20s at a crime scene. Their
eyes are shut for the photo, unaccustomed to flashes)
"wow how long have you two solved crimes together tony" asked Steve
"me and Watson had solved crimes together for many years capsicle" said Tony.
(Chemicals are poured over the paper and spread across it.)
(Hands flip through more papers, more headlines: STUDENT
AND DOCTOR BEAT COPS TO THE PUNCH AGAIN! ROOMMATES SOLVE
BRIXTON MURDERS! Another picture of Holmes and Watson.
This time, they look more confident, the article bigger.
Another headline: HOLMES AND WATSON OPEN FOR BUSINESS.
Holmes and Watson stand in front of 221 Baker Street.)
"Ahh Baker Street" sighed Tony happily.
(Another headline: DOCTOR AND DETECTIVE FOIL JEWELRY
SCAM! A picture of Holmes and Watson, holding a goose by
its feet and smiling. The men are front page news now.
More headlines and photos come fast: LONDON DUO DO IT
AGAIN! A shot of Holmes and Watson, older, shaking hands
with a royal. HOLMES AND WATSON SOLVE SEVERED EAR
MYSTERY... CELEBRATED DETECTIVE PROVES GUILTY MAN
INNOCENT... More and more headlines, Holmes and Watson
getting older, solving crimes, and...
The files are moved to another desk where hands punch
text on a vintage typewriter: "CATACOMB KILLER IS
INDUSTRIAL TYCOON LORD BLACKWOOD...")
(Autumn has turned to winter.
SUPERIMPOSE: THREE MONTHS LATER
FROM A RAVEN'S POV
We FOLLOW a lady, MRS. HUDSON, walking down the street
with the day's shopping. She picks up a paper with the
day's headline "BLACKWOOD HANGS TOMORROW: CLAIMS PACK
WITH THE DEVIL." She continues down the street until
arriving at 221 Baker Street. A raven lands on the entry
gate, she shoos it away, walks up the steps, and inside.
12 INT. 221 BAKER ST. - WATSON'S APARTMENT 12)
" Nanny" mutters tony staring at the (suspicious)(to him) older lady.
(Watson takes a blood pressure cuff off CAPTAIN PHILIPS,
an OLDER GENTLEMAN who sports an array of medals. The
room is a tribute to military and medical order -- all is
neat and tidy, everything in its place.
WATSON:
71 over 104... very good, Captain.
CAPTAIN PHILIPS:
Me nerves are the best they been
in years, thanks to you.)
"so watson is a Doctor" said Bruce
"oh yes John is a doctor, a war doctor he fort In the second Afghanistan war before getting hurt which is why he has that cane" explained tony.
(Watson is pleased by that.
CAPTAIN PHILIPS:
Tell me something -- your new
offices. There won't be so many
stairs, I hope?
WATSON:
No -- ground floor. And there'll
be a woman's touch, too.)
"is he married tony" asked Natasha
Tony says nothing instead he huffs childishly and crosses his arm making everyone laugh.
(WATSON (CONT'D)
I think we can start to wean you
off the medicine --
BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG! A dozen GUNSHOTS O.S. Captain
Philips hits the floor, terrified.
Watson suppresses extreme irritation, writes a
prescription on a piece of paper, then helps Captain
Philips to his feet.
WATSON:
Let's give it a little longer,
just to be safe.
(beat)
I'll be right back)
"is that you tony?" exclaimed Steve flinching at the sounds of loud gun fire, Tony just nodds.
(He heads out, letting his aggravation show once his back
is turned to his patient.)
(He heads out, letting his aggravation show once his back
is turned to his patient.
13 INT. 221 BAKER ST. - HALL 13
As Watson exits his apartment and moves down the hall,
MRS. HUDSON, his landlady, shoots up the stairs with the
paper. Her nerves are almost as bad as Captain Philips'.
MRS. HUDSON:
(panting)
I won't go in there by myself, not
while he's in this state)
"poor Mrs Hudson" said Bruce, Tony only glared and huffed at 'Nanny'.
(WATSON:
You're not going in at all.
Which is a relief to Mrs. Hudson.
MRS. HUDSON
What will I do when you leave?
He'll burn the house down around
me. What will he do? Couldn't
you have a longer engagement?)
Everyone laughs apart from tony who huffs once again.
(WATSON:
He just needs a new case, that's
all.
Captain Philips emerges from Watson's apartment, heads
towards them.
WATSON:
I smell burning.
Mrs. Hudson's already-frayed nerves take a turn for the
worse. Watson takes the newspaper from her.)
(WATSON:
Why don't you take Captain Philips
and give him a nice cup of tea.
MRS. HUDSON
Come on, Captain, let's go down.
It'll be quieter.
WATSON:
(as they leave)
And perhaps some tea and bread up
here when you can)
(Watson heads down the hallway to the last door. A
tendril of smoke wafts out from under it. Urgent.)
"what the hell tony seriously playing with guns poor watson how did he deal with you I wonder" Bruce ranted glaring at his Science buddy.
The end
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