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An aged, retired Sherlock Holmes, deals with early dementia, as he tries to remember his final case and a woman, the memory of whom still haunts him. He also befriends a fan, the young son of his housekeeper, who wants him to work again.
Sherlock Holmes: I've decided to write the story down; as it was, not as John made it. Get it right, before I die. Roger: You're not going to die. Sherlock Holmes: I'm 93. Roger: I had a great-uncle who lived to be 102. Sherlock Holmes: Well done. That seals my fate. What are the odds that you would know two men who would live that long? Roger: Well, I didn't actually know him. [Holmes laughs]
[Holmes and Roger tend to some bees] Roger: You ever been bitten? Sherlock Holmes: Stung! Bees don't have teeth! [Mrs Munro appears] Mrs. Munro: You ever been bitten? Sherlock Holmes: No. I have never been bit.
[Holmes explains a series of deductions about his last client] Roger: But all that just told you he was married. How did you know he'd come to see you about his wife? Sherlock Holmes: [smiles] Because when you're a detective, and a man comes to see you, it's usually about his wife.
Sherlock Holmes: There seems to be an outbreak of mortality.