Young Sherlock Holmes (1985)
Alan Cox: John Watson
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Quotes
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Ehtar : [suddenly appears above them gun in hand] HOLMES!
Elizabeth Hardy : [screams] NO
[jumps in front of Holmes as Ehtar fires]
Ehtar : [snarls as she fatally takes the bullet] DAMN!
John Watson : [bewildered] Where you going? Holmes You'll Be Killed
Sherlock Holmes : [growling as he snatches up a sword] I'm going to get him
[shouts]
Sherlock Holmes : Ehtar! You're nothing but a damn fraud!
Ehtar : [smugly] And you, Holmes, are letting your emotions get the better of you again!
[fires again but Sherlock dodges the shot]
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John Watson : My name is...
Sherlock Holmes : Wait - let me. Your name is James Watson. You're from the north of England, your father is a doctor, you spend a considerable amount of leisure time writing, and you haver a particular fondness for custard tarts. Am I correct?
John Watson : My name isn't James, it's John.
Sherlock Holmes : James, John - what's the difference?
John Watson : A great deal.
Sherlock Holmes : Very well, so your name is John. How did I do on the others?
John Watson : You were correct. On every count. How is it done? Is it some sort of magic trick?
Sherlock Holmes : No magic, Watson. Pure and simple deduction. The name-tag on your mattress reads "J Watson". I selected the most common name that begins with "J" - "James". "John" would have been my second choice. Your particular style of shoes are not made in the city. I've only encountered them once before during a brief visit to the north of England. The middle finger of your left hand is indented with a callus, the trademark of a writer. You were carrying the Hunter's Encyclopedia of Disease - a handbook not available to the general public, only to practising physicians. Since someone of your ages obviously hasn't been to medical school, I concluded that it was given to you by an older person, someone very dear to you who is concerned for your health: Your father, the doctor.
John Watson : And the custard tarts?
Sherlock Holmes : Simple. There's a distinct stain of yellow custard on your lapel. That particular colour of custard is used in the making of custard tarts, and your shape convinced me you've eaten many of them before.
John Watson : There's no need to be rude.
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Sherlock Holmes : You're sitting in a room with an all-southern view. Suddenly, a bear walks by the window. What colour is the bear?
John Watson : Red! The bear is red!
Sherlock Holmes : Why on Earth would the bear be red?
John Watson : The southern sun is very hot. The bear would be terribly burnt!
Sherlock Holmes : [laughs] That is the most absurd answer I've ever heard.
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John Watson : [after a hallucination involving food] Yes, Mister French Pastry. I have nothing whatsoever to say to you. I trust you have nothing to say to me.
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John Watson : I can't afford to jeopardise my medical career!
Sherlock Holmes : Weasel.
John Watson : I'm not a weasel. I am... practical.
Sherlock Holmes : Weasels *are* practical. And I imagined you courageous and stout of heart.
John Watson : I am courageous. And I'm stout of heart. It's just that... oh, all right. I'll do it.
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Elizabeth Hardy : [giving Waxflatter's deerstalker hat to Holmes] Uncle would have wanted you to have this.
John Watson : Put it on!
[Holmes puts it on and Watson and Elizabeth start laughing]
John Watson : On second thoughts, take it off! It looks very silly!
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Cragwitch : [hallucinating, Cragwitch attacks Holmes and tries to strangle him] EH TAR! You filthy murderer! You wanted to kill all of us! Well, you won't kill me!
Sherlock Holmes : Watson! Speak to him!
John Watson : What? Oh! Your... your name is Craddy Critchwit! I mean, your name is Ch-...! Your name is...! What's his name?
Sherlock Holmes : [Choking] Cragwitch!
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John Watson : Amazing, Holmes. Simply amazing. Of course, you did forget one very important clue.
Sherlock Holmes : Oh? Please enlighten me.
John Watson : Well, "Rathe" is "Ehtar" spelled backwards.
Sherlock Holmes : Very clever, Watson. Well, I'm certain I would have arrived at that conclusion sooner or later.
John Watson : [smiling] Sooner or later.
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John Watson : Dudley is going to pay dearly for this. Punch to the jaw, jab to the ribs...
Sherlock Holmes : Now, now, Watson. Revenge is sweetest when it's served up cold. Come on.
[Dudley enters with snow-white hair]
Dudley : Holmes. You did this. You're responsible, aren't you?
Sherlock Holmes : So that's where I dropped my chemistry experiment: into your tea. Oh, don't worry, old chap. It'll wear off shortly. You should be back to normal - by summertime.
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[while flying]
Sherlock Holmes : I've just realised something.
John Watson : What?
Sherlock Holmes : I have absolutely no idea how to land this machine.
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John Watson : What have I got myself into?
Sherlock Holmes : The adventure of a lifetime, Watson.
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[Holmes, Watson and Elizabeth are walking across the courtyard, when a voice causes them to look up]
Waxflatter : Holmes! Elizabeth! I think I have solved all of the problems!
John Watson : [looking up] Who's that?
Elizabeth Hardy : My Uncle.
Sherlock Holmes : Rupert T. Waxflatter. Retired schoolmaster, degrees in Chemistry and Biology, well versed in Philosophy, Mathematics and Physics. Author of 27 books.
[Holmes walks on]
Elizabeth Hardy : And most people think he's a lunatic.
[Elizabeth walks on]
John Watson : Why?
[Waxflatter launches his flying machine]
John Watson : Oh, my God!
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[Holmes, Watson and Elizabeth help Waxflatter carry the wrecked flying machine up the stairs to the attic]
Waxflatter : Let me see, that makes six! Six failed attemps. Nevertheless, we shall not be defeated. We shall conquer. I have made up my mind. The conquest of the skies is well within my grasp!
John Waston : [to Elizabeth] He's done this six times!
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[Over dinner, the student are discussing what they will do in later life]
John Watson : I want to be a doctor.
Dudley : Nobody asked you!
John Watson : Sorry!
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[in order to obtain information about the blowpipe, Watson is forced to make a purchase from a curiosity shop]
Sherlock Holmes : Why on earth did you buy a pipe?
John Watson : It looks distinguished!
Sherlock Holmes : It looks perfectly ridiculous!
John Watson : You'll see. I shall learn to smoke it and then you can't laugh. You'll see.
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[Mrs Dribb has locked Holmes and Watson in an upstairs room]
John Watson : I always suspected that becoming a friend of yours would end in disaster!
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[the trio have found a wooden pyramid]
John Watson : Holmes, there's a door here!
[turning to Elizabeth]
John Watson : Fancy him missing a door!
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[Sherlock Holmes is about to get into the carriage outside the school]
John Watson : Are you coming back after the holidays?
Sherlock Holmes : No. There are too many memories here.
[he looks up at what used to be Elizabeth's window]
John Watson : Holmes, you have your entire life ahead of you.
Sherlock Holmes : And I'll spend it alone.
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John Watson : Holmes, wait! I know why the bear is white!
Sherlock Holmes : And why is that, Watson?
John Watson : Well, the only room with an all-southern view would be at the North Pole. It's a polar bear!
Sherlock Holmes : Bravo, Watson. You have the makings of a great detective.
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John Watson : [to Holmes] Well, I knew it. This is the end of my medical career. My father's going to be furious. I always knew that making friends with you would end up in disaster.
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Elizabeth Hardy : No. Uncle didn't kill himself.
John Watson : Well, then, what happened to him?
Sherlock Holmes : [entering suddenly through the window] He was murdered.
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Cragwitch : Yes, I mustn't forget. I must pass on this information. It's time someone else knew EVERYTHING!
Sherlock Holmes : The Egyptian village, has it been burned to the ground?
Cragwitch : Yes...
[sees candle flames, slams his hand angrily against his desk]
Cragwitch : Yes! YES! Luckily we got out of Egypt with our lives. When we returned to England, we went our separate ways, all of us, however, keeping in constant touch with Waxflatter through regular correspondence. When the murders began, I met quite frequently with my dear friend.
Sherlock Holmes : What does all this have to do with the Rame Tep?
Cragwitch : [Hands Holmes a letter] Almost a year after the incident, each one of us received this letter. It was sent by a young boy, a young boy of Anglo-Egyptian descent. You'll notice that the letterhead is adorned by the symbol of the Rame Tep, two golden serpents. The boy who wrote the letter and his sister were staying in England with their grandfather when they learned of the destruction of the Egyptian village, the village which was their home. Both their parents were killed in the attack. The boy vowed when he grew to manhood that the Rame Tep would take their revenge and replace the bodies of the five Egyptian princesses.
Sherlock Holmes : And the boy was called Ehtar.
John Watson : Ehtar... those were Waxflatter's final words!
Sherlock Holmes : Very good, Watson.
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[about the violin]
Sherlock Holmes : I should've mastered the damn thing by now.
John Watson : How long have you been playing?
Sherlock Holmes : Three days.
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John Watson : I can't think of anything. And you're always so dead sure of yourself. Why can't you think of something?
Sherlock Holmes : Watson, that's not helpful.
John Watson : I'm sorry.
Sherlock Holmes : Why can't I think of anything?
John Watson : You're flustered! You must calm down
Sherlock Holmes : Well, why can't you think of anything?
John Watson : I'm flustered!
Sherlock Holmes : Watson, I've got it.
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John Watson : That was a girl!
Sherlock Holmes : Brilliant deduction, Watson.
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John Watson : Holmes, wait. What if the murderer is inside?
Sherlock Holmes : Then I shall introduce myself to him.
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[Holmes is about to smash his violin]
John Watson : Stop! Isn't it valuable?
Sherlock Holmes : What's more important, its value or my sanity?
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[Holmes and Elizabeth investigate a noise in the library, and find Watson on the floor, next to a ladder]
Sherlock Holmes : Elizabeth, let me introduce you to my new friend, the honourable, but clumsy, Watson.
John Watson : [standing up] The ladder's a bit wobbly.
Elizabeth Hardy : Hello.
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[Holmes and Watson visit an Egyptian style Tavern]
Egyptian Tavern Owner : What can I get for you, boys? Drink, food, women?
John Watson : Do you have any soup?
Sherlock Holmes : Watson, please!
[removing the blowpipe from his pocket]
Sherlock Holmes : Are you the owner of this establishment? Have you ever seen this before?
Egyptian Tavern Owner : [looking at the blowpipe] Rame Tep! Rame Tep! Rame Tep! Rame Tep! Rame Tep!
[the tavern falls silent]
John Watson : [turning to face Holmes] Is that the end of the song?
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[after Elizabeth finds a scrap of cloth, she accompanies Holmes and Watson to a deserted building in Wapping]
John Watson : I knew it, there's no-one here. Back to school, eh?
Sherlock Holmes : Watson, you'll be on your own!
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[the trio have found a wooden pyramid]
John Watson : Holmes, there's a door here!
[Turning to Elizabeth]
John Watson : Fancy him missing a door!
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[Mrs. Dribb has locked Holmes and Watson in an upstairs room]
John Watson : I always suspected that becoming a friend of yours would end in disaster!
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Sherlock Holmes : The deductive mind never rests, Watson. It's like a finely-tuned instrument. It demands attention and practice.
John Watson : How does one go about fine-tuning a mind?
Sherlock Holmes : Problems of logic, mathematical equations, riddles.
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John Watson : By the way, what's your name?
Sherlock Holmes : Holmes. Sherlock Holmes.
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Sherlock Holmes : So, the clues: red and green paint, ceramic. As I pondered the question, I kicked the remaining snow from my shoe. As the snow crumbled, my shoe was revealed. The image struck a chord.
John Watson : You heard music?
Sherlock Holmes : Watson, you buffoon! I'm talking about a parallel. The parallel between my foot encased in snow, the trophy encased in some sort of ceramic: A jar, a vase.
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Sherlock Holmes : You can run errands for me, work as my assistant.
John Watson : I might get caught. That would mean trouble!
Sherlock Holmes : Trouble? You would have trouble ruin an opportunity for adventure?
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Sherlock Holmes : In some way, that man is connected to all three murders. We must find out who he is!
John Watson : You've both been reading too many detective novels.
Sherlock Holmes : This is not fiction! There's a clever murderer about, and I am going to find him.
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John Watson : Holmes, could please stop that *infernal* tinkering. I still have a headache from those hallucinations.
Sherlock Holmes : Tinkering helps me think.
John Watson : Sleep helps *me* think.
Sherlock Holmes : There's no time for sleep!
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John Watson : I've got a picture here.
Sherlock Holmes : Clues, Watson. I want clues, not art critiques!
John Watson : Clues, clues. What do you think I've been doing for the past hour?
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John Watson : Strange. Strange.
Sherlock Holmes : Let's just go back now.
John Watson : I don't know how I'm going to explain all this to my parents.
Sherlock Holmes : Don't worry. It'll all be explained in tomorrow's papers.
