} <Black screen. The sound of footsteps on a sidewalk.>
}
} <Voice Over> In TURN-of-the-century London...
}
} <Fade in, to a white-gloved hand, which raps twice with a walking
} stick at an ornate black-and-gold trimmed front door, with sound
} in the background of a horse-drawn hansom.>
}
} <VO> ... when CRIMINAL menace lurks behind EVERY door...
}
} <Cut to an overhead view of a fancy serving plate on a hallway table,
} covered with scattered crumbs. Romantic-era violin music, in a low
} register and a minor key, begins and continues throughout.>
}
} <VO> ... where NO one's property is secure...
}
} <Cut to a wallsafe door, opening of its own accord, revealing only
} emptiness inside.>
}
} <Voice #1> Hummm, what do YOU make of this, old friend?
}
} <Fade to an extreme closeup of long fingertips touching lips in
} contemplation.>
}
} <Voice #2> A cookie? Really, Holmes. A case concerning nothing
} more than one cookie is beneath your interest, surely.
}
} <Fade to a cookie jar smashed on a floor.>
}
} <Voice #2> So someone ate it, clearly. But who cares?
}
} <Fade to a view from behind the speaker.>
}
} <Voice #1> Exactly. It's TOO easy, Watson. Yes, the game is
} indeed afoot.
}
} <Cut back to the empty plate, a somewhat closer shot, circling.
} The period music increases in both tempo and pitch.>
}
} <VO> When you have ELIMINATED the impossible...
}
} <Cut to a man placing a double-brimmed deerstalker hat on his head.>
}
} <VO> ... what REMAINS...
}
} <The man turns to go, and we see his wolfish facial profile for only
} an instant.>
}
} <VO> ... may be nothing at ALL.
}
} <Cut back to the empty dish once again, an extreme closeup.
} The two largest crumbs look to be vaguely in the shape of a
} pair of googly eyes, crossed. The music is now frenetic.>
}
} <VO> From the PRODUCERS who brought you The Speckled Bohemian, and A
} Scandal In Baskerville...
}
} <Black screen. Silence. Text fades in, Gothic script...>
}
} Sherlock Holmes
} and
} THE ADVENTURE OF THE MISSING PLOT
}
} Coming in May
}
} <... a low gruff voice intones slowly, barely audibly, "C is
} for Cookie, that good enuf for me...">
}
} You owe the Oracle opening-day tickets.
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