"I don't like him." Watson glared at the now-empty movie screen.
"Who? Moriarty?"
"My counterpart. He's a disgrace to the medical community. In the first movie, he told a patient his blood pressure of 156/80 was 'very good.' It isn't; it's pre-hypertensive."
"Perhaps the patient was hypertensive and that reading was an improvement," Holmes suggested. "Or perhaps your counterpart was taking his age into account."
"Then he incorrectly pronounced Lord Blackwood dead."
"Because Blackwood consumed a toxin that caused him to have no respiration and no pulse –"
"And no signs of trauma to the throat. Hanging always causes such trauma. That alone should have aroused his suspicions! And now –" Watson gestured to the screen, "he tried to take a man's pulse while wearing white cotton dress gloves! Does the man have no concept of medical procedure?"
Holmes suppressed a smile. "My dear fellow, given that these movies would have us believe all manner of scientific improbabilities – an electromagnetic gas-bomb in Victorian England, adrenaline that can be extracted from a living kidney using naught but a hypodermic needle, and plastic surgery more impressive than that which can be done with 21st century technology - I doubt anyone will notice."