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TSIA Review & Reaction of Kabukicho Sherlock Episode 1 Join the TSIA crew as we review and react to airing anime of the Summer 2019 season. Dear all, due to COVID-19 Emergency, during this period shipments may be delayed. Keep your bike safe with Sherlock, the invisible GPS anti-theft device for bicycles designed to give you the peace of mind you were looking for.
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Sorry about the absence. As I stated in Reichenbach Misunderstandings, I've been getting ready for school and having frequent sensory overloads.
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Now, time for a long chapter.
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Phil unpaused the TV, then tossed some popcorn into her mouth.
221B. Mrs Hudson has left the room but Sherlock and Lestrade are still standing in front of the wall display. Sherlock's phone rings and he fishes it out of his jacket pocket, looks quickly at the Caller I.D. and then holds the phone to his ear.
SHERLOCK: John.
JOHN (over phone): Hi. Look, get over here quickly. I think I'm onto something. You'll need to pick up some stuff first. You got a pen?
SHERLOCK: I'll remember.
Some time later, Kenny is primping in front of the mirror near the fireplace. Nearby, the entrance door shuts and, on the sofa, John puts down his teacup and starts to get up.
JOHN: That'll be him.
KENNY: What?
(Raoul shows Sherlock into the room. Sherlock has a large bag over his shoulder and is carrying a long narrow case which is presumably designed to hold a photographic tripod. He walks over to Kenny.)
SHERLOCK: Ah, Mr Prince, isn't it?
KENNY: Yes.
SHERLOCK: Very good to meet you.
KENNY: Yes; thank you.
(They shake hands, Sherlock looking closely at Kenny's hand as he does so.)
'So observant,' Paul muttered.
SHERLOCK: So sorry to hear about ..
KENNY: Yes, yes, very kind.
JOHN: Shall we, er ..
(Sherlock walks over to the sofa, puts the case down and starts rummaging in his bag. Kenny turns back to the mirror and fiddles with his hair again.)
'What a ham,' Phil remarked.
Park frowned at her, 'Who says that these days?'
'Velma Dinkley,' Phil replied without missing a beat.
John and Mary glanced back at the pair. Those girls just got weirder and weirder.
JOHN (quietly): You were right. The bacteria got into her another way.
SHERLOCK (smirking): Oh yes?
'I hate that expression. It makes you feel like and idiot,' Sally grumbled. Lestrade and Anderson nodded in agreement.
JOHN: Yes.
KENNY (turning towards them): Right. We all set?
JOHN: Um, yes.
(He looks at Sherlock, who has taken a camera and flashgun out of his bag, and jerks his head towards Kenny.)
JOHN: Can you ..?
(As Kenny leans one arm on the mantelpiece and poses, Sherlock walks over to him and starts taking photographs of him.)
KENNY: Not too close. I'm raw from crying.
'Yes, and Anderson's Einstein,' Park sarcastically remarked.
'Hey!' Anderson protested. John, Lestrade, Molly and Irene smirked into their fists. Mycroft kept a stoic expression, but internally agreed with Park's insult.
(The cat meows at Sherlock's feet. He looks down.)
SHERLOCK: Oh, who's this?
KENNY: Sekhmet. Named after the Egyptian goddess.
'Should've named her Bast. Sekhmet was a-' Park was cut off by Phil and Paul clamping their hands over her mouth.
'We agree with you, Park,' Paul began condescendingly.
'But let's keep this as kid friendly as possible,' Phil smiled obsequiously.
Park shoved her friends away, Scowling at them for good measure, 'I was going to call her a maniac.' Fossil echo 1 0.
Paul and Phil exchanged a glance, 'Sure..'
Their audience looked on in confusion. All except for Molly that is, who was silently fangirling over the Kane Chronicles reference.
SHERLOCK: How nice(!) Was she Connie's?
KENNY: Yes.
(John reaches down towards the cat but Kenny beats him to it, picking the cat up.)
KENNY: Little present from yours truly.
(Frustrated, John straightens up, then looks at his flatmate.)
JOHN: Sherlock? Uh, light reading?
SHERLOCK: Oh, um ..
(He lifts a second flashgun which he is holding in his other hand and holds it towards Kenny, firing it straight into his face.)
SHERLOCK: Two point eight.
(Kenny squinches his eyes shut against the light.)
KENNY: Bloody hell. What do you think you're playing at?!
(John immediately reaches out and rubs his fingers over one of the cat's front paws. Sherlock keeps firing the flashgun to keep Kenny's eyes closed.)
SHERLOCK: Sorry.
(John lifts his fingers away and sniffs them while Sherlock continues to fire the flashgun.)
KENNY: You're like Laurel and bloody Hardy, you two. What's going on?
'Alright, but who's who?' Mary smiled slyly.
'Sherlock's definitely Hardy in this case, so John's Laurel,' Irene stated.
There was a moment of silence, and then..
'Are you calling me fat?!'
There was an echo of laughter as the TV was unpaused.
JOHN: Actually, I think we've got what we came for. Excuse us.
KENNY: What?
JOHN: Sherlock.
SHERLOCK: What?
JOHN (grabbing the case from the sofa and heading for the door): We've got deadlines.
(Sherlock follows after him.)
KENNY: But you've not taken anything!
(Ignoring him, the boys hurry out of the living room and let themselves out of the house. John chuckles delightedly as they walk down the drive and head towards the main road.)
JOHN: Yes! Ooh, yes!
SHERLOCK (smiling): You think it was the cat. It wasn't the cat.
JOHN: What? No, yes. Yeah, it is. It must be. It's how they got the tetanus into her system. Its paws stink of disinfectant.
SHERLOCK (still smiling): Lovely idea.
JOHN: No, he coated it onto the paws of her cat. It's a new pet – bound to be a bit jumpy around her. A scratch is almost inevitable. She wouldn't have ..
SHERLOCK (interrupting): I thought of it the minute I saw the scratches on her arm, but it's too random and too clever for the brother.
(John chuckles again.)
JOHN: He murdered his sister for her money.
SHERLOCK: Did he?
JOHN (looking at him): Didn't he?
SHERLOCK: No. It was revenge.
JOHN: Revenge? Who wanted revenge?
SHERLOCK: Raoul, the houseboy. Kenny Prince was the butt of his sister's jokes, week in, week out, a virtual bullying campaign. Finally he had enough; fell out with her badly. It's all on the website. She threatened to disinherit Kenny. Raoul had grown accustomed to a certain lifestyle, so ..
JOHN (stopping and turning to him): No, wait, wait. Wait a second.
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(Sherlock stops as well.)
JOHN: What about the disinfectant, then, on the cat's claws?
SHERLOCK: Raoul keeps a very clean house. You came through the kitchen door, saw the state of that floor, scrubbed to within an inch of its life. You smell of disinfectant now. No, the cat doesn't come into it.
(John pulls his jacket up to sniff at it as Sherlock looks towards the main road.)
SHERLOCK: Raoul's internet records do, though. Hope we can get a cab from here.
(He walks off. John sighs in exasperation and a touch of disappointment that he hadn't solved the case for once. He glares towards his friend's back and then follows him.)
'Poor John. Shot down by Sherlock,' Park gave the doctor a pitying look.
ONE HOUR TO GO. Still sitting in her bed, the old woman cries in despair.
EVENING/NIGHT TIME. NEW SCOTLAND YARD. Sherlock walks into the main office brandishing a folder at Lestrade.
SHERLOCK: Raoul de Santos is your killer. Kenny Prince's houseboy. Second autopsy shows it wasn't tetanus that poisoned Connie Prince – it was botulinum toxin.
Anderson scrunched up his eyebrows, 'What?'
'Botox,' Phil remarked.
(He puts the folder on the desk. As Lestrade reaches for it, Sherlock leans closer to him.)
SHERLOCK: We've been here before. Carl Powers? Tut-tut. Our bomber's repeated himself.
(Lestrade walks towards his office, Sherlock following. John stares at them in surprise.)
LESTRADE: So how'd he do it?
SHERLOCK: Botox injection.
'See?' Phil smiled, looking very pleased with herself.
Park and Paul rolled their eyes at her.
(Flashback to Sherlock examining the tiny pinpricks in Connie's forehead.)
LESTRADE (turning back to him): Botox?
SHERLOCK: Botox is a diluted form of botulinum. Among other things, Raoul de Santos was employed to give Connie her regular facial injections. My contact at the Home Office gave me the complete records of Raoul's internet purchases. (He points to the folder.) He's been bulk ordering Botox for months.
(Nearby, John has continued to stare at Sherlock, and his expression is becoming more angry.)
SHERLOCK (oblivious to this): Bided his time, then upped the strength to a fatal dose.
LESTRADE: You sure about this?
SHERLOCK: I'm sure.
LESTRADE: All right – my office.
(He turns and walks towards his office. Sherlock starts to follow but John stops him.)
JOHN: Hey, Sherlock. How long?
SHERLOCK: What?
JOHN: How long have you known?
'How long what?' Anderson frowned.
Phil nodded, impressed, 'Well done. You figured that out really quick.'
Lestrade looked between John and Phil as the doctor smiled in gratitude. 'Wait, what?'
'It took a moment, but I knew him quite well at that time,' John explained casually.
Sally groaned and threw her hands up in frustration, 'What are they talking about?!'
Phil and John shared a serious look, although their eyes glittered with mischief.
'Shall we explain?' Phil asked.
'Mmm, nah,' John shook his head.
As the Yarders shared infuriated glares, the others, who knew what John was implying, chuckled at their misfortune.
SHERLOCK: Well, this one was quite simple, actually, and like I said, the bomber repeated himself. That was a mistake.
(He tries to walk towards Lestrade's office but again John stops him.)
JOHN: No, but Sherl.. The hostage.. the old woman. She's been there all this time.
SHERLOCK (leaning closer and looking at him intensely): I knew I could save her. I also knew that the bomber had given us twelve hours. I solved the case quickly; that gave me time to get on with other things. Don't you see? We're one up on him!
There was a silence as the room internally debated whether to feel impressed by the strategy or appalled by the lack of concern.
(He heads into Lestrade's office. John purses his lips in frustration, then follows.)
Shortly afterwards, Sherlock is sitting at Lestrade's desk where a laptop has been opened to The Science of Deduction website. John and Lestrade are standing either side of him. Sherlock types into the message box:
Raoul de Santos, the house-boy, botox.
(He sends the message and the pink phone on the desk beside the computer rings almost instantly. He picks it up and answers.)
SHERLOCK: Hello?
OLD WOMAN (in an anguished voice): Help me.
Molly let out a whimper as she gazed upon the old woman, the knowledge of the poor lady's fate gnawing away at her stomach.
SHERLOCK (clearly): Tell us where you are. Address.
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OLD WOMAN: He was so .. His voice ..
The whole room tensed.
SHERLOCK (urgently): No, no, no, no. Tell me nothing about him. Nothing.
Amidst the tension, Sally and Anderson looked up at each other in surprise. He sounded as if he..cared?
OLD WOMAN: He sounded so .. soft.
(The laser point from the sniper's rifle moves onto the bomb. A single shot fires and the phone instantly goes dead.)
Everyone flinched.
Mrs. Hudson let out a cry, 'Oh, dear,' and wrapped her arm around Molly. The pathologist welcomed the warm gesture.
SHERLOCK (into phone): Hello?
Mycroft gazed sadly at his little brother. Even though the others didn't know it, every death that could've been prevented killed Sherlock a little inside. It was easier to just pretend you didn't care in his line of business.
LESTRADE (seeing his expression): Sherlock?
JOHN: What's happened?
(Slowly, staring ahead of himself, Sherlock lowers the phone from his ear. He bites his lip as Lestrade – realising that something bad must have happened – straightens up and sighs. John braces a hand on the back of Sherlock's chair.)
Seeing Sherlock's guilt and sadness, Anderson dug in his pocket and pulled out his wallet.
'Miss,' Anderson called out to Phil. She looked up at him questioningly.
'How much are five American dollars in pounds?'
She smiled at him, ' 3.24 pounds, Dr. Anderson.'
So Anderson is nicer and I got more money. Yay!
New chapter coming soon!
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