Michael Robert Johnson,
Anthony Peckham & Simon Kinberg
Sherlock Holmes and Watson characters created by
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
September 29, 2008
1 EXT. STREETS OF LONDON - NIGHT 1
Autumnal streets seen through the sooty glass of a STREET
LAMP. Shadows within shadows. Fog in the air. Full
The year was 1891. London was the
capital of the world -- the height
of modernity, with the hiss of
steam and smell of coal in the
air. It was also the great
cesspool into which all the
sinners and criminals of the
Gas hisses audibly, the street lamp ignites, and casts a
POOL OF LIGHT onto the street, silhouetting a MAN making
his way through the fog and dark shadows with a lantern.
I had come to London, ten years
prior, to find a life after the
Afghan war. I had hoped to start
a medical practice and settle into
a nice, steady existence. The
life I found was anything but nice
We can see that the MAN wears a cape. The distinctive
silhouette of his deerstalker hat is unmistakable. A
FURIOUS CLATTER OF HOOVES APPROACHES in the distance.
The MAN tugs on a pipe and turns towards the growing
And that had everything to do with
one man. My friend, my partner,
The MAN exhales a plume of smoke calmly, giving us the
impression that he knows something that we don't.
... Sherlock Holmes.
WHAM! The MAN in the deerstalker hat is KNOCKED FLAT by
A RUNNING MAN who has vaulted over a wall, sending him,
his pipe, and hat flying across the cobbles.
The RUNNING MAN leans down as if to assist, but instead
just picks up the smoker's broken umbrella and studies
it. The MAN in the deerstalker hat's eyes widen as he
recognizes his famous assailant.
SHERLOCK HOLMES offers the handle of the umbrella to the
MAN, hauls him to his feet and hands back his broken
My apologies. Send the bill to
John Watson, 221B Baker Street.
Sherlock Holmes sprints off down an alleyway. The MAN
takes a step into the road to watch him go --
-- and is nearly flattened for good by the first of a
number of POLICE CARRIAGES, hurtling by on a serious
INT. CARRIAGE - CLOSEUP ON THE OFFICERS - NIGHT
inside. Big, uniformed guys assemble their weaponry -- a
19th century SWAT team. One man stands out as a leader,
older than the rest, INSPECTOR LESTRADE.