In every incarnation, Holmes and Watson always seem to be running. Running to bodies. Running from people who want to make them bodies. Just running. (I can't wait to see Elementary
to see if that version of Sherlock and John, or in their case, Joan, continue the tradition.)
All I have to say about this piece is that a giddy Sherlock must be a frightening Sherlock.
JOHN: Sherlock, it's a body.
SHERLOCK: It's more than that, John.
JOHN: How so?
SHERLOCK: It's a puzzle!
JOHN: I should get you a pet.
SHERLOCK: To dissect?
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