Holmes is framed in the open window, watching the carriage. Watson comes up behind him.
HOLMES: “Quiet. I’m trying to read a personal message.”
WATSON: “A message?”
The carriage is moving away from the hotel. Ilse/Gabrielle has her parasol over her shoulder, and it opens and closes, opens and closes.
She continues to signal with the parasol, unnoticed by Mycroft [who is with her in the carriage].
Watson is straining forward to see out the window.
WATSON: “What is she saying?”
HOLMES (slowly): “Auf Wiedersehn.”
HOLMES (holding up envelope): “H'mmm. A letter from the Diogenes Club.”
He has slit open the envelope. Watson watches him curiously as he reads the letter, but Holmes’ face remains expressionless. Slowly he puts down the letter, rises, crosses to the window, stands there staring out into the wintry street.
Dear Sherlock, my sources in Tokyo inform me that Ilse/Gabrielle von Hoffmanstal was arrested last week by the Japanese counter-intelligence service for spying on naval installations in Yokohama harbour. After a secret trial, she was summarily executed by a firing squad. It might interest you to know that
she had been living in Japan these past few months under the name of Mrs. Ashdown [name she used when she pretended to be married to Holmes while investigating]. Sincerely, Mycroft.”
WATSON: “Holmes – I’m terribly sorry about this.”
HOLMES (quietly, without turning): “Where is it, Watson?”
WATSON (after a beat): “In the files. May to July, 1885.”
Holmes turns to the bookshelves above the desk. From a row of similar volumes, he slides out the three files marked MAY, JUNE, and JULY 1885. Actually, it’s the medical bag, standing on end, with the spines of three volumes pasted on the bottom.
He sets the bag down on the desk, opens it, takes out a bottle of cocaine. Watson watches him with compassion as he crosses to his bedroom with his cocaine, goes in, shuts the door.
From Holmes’ bedroom comes the sound of a melancholy tune being played on the violin. […]
The violin music continues, infinitely romantic, infinitely sad.
(All quotes are from the original “The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes” script)
I’m really, really glad Mofftiss decided against such an ending in “A Scandal in Belgravia”.
And it is at home, in Baker Street, that one likes best to think of them, alone and puttering with their secret satisfactions. Little vignettes of perfect happiness, wreathed in tobacco smoke and London fog.
Vincent Starrett on Holmes and Watson, The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes
I think the influence of TPLoSH has more to do with Mycroft and Sherlock's relationship
I don’t have the exact quotes they said, and I may be mashing together two different panels in which they said a combination of this, but one of the questions led to them talking about Mycroft and how he was thin instead of stout and how they had an in-universe explanation, and the conversation turned to them taking about how the late, great Christopher Lee was also not a stout Mycroft and there was no explanation offered for that in the film, and it was all fine. (Versus how there is an explanation in our show why Mycroft is currently thin.) They talked about how much they loved TPLoSH, and how it influenced them, but they were talking about how the relationship between Mycroft and Sherlock was what really influenced them in how they handled and gave major importance to their relationship in the show.
As someone who adores how they made Mycroft and Sherlock’s relationship a focal point of the show, this makes a lot more sense now especially how they always mention TPLoSH.
The deleted drugs scene from TPLOSH: Holmes takes drugs because he's bored, and Watson fakes a case for him to investigate...
Damn you, Holmes. I hoped this would keep you occupied till Christmas.
Nice try, Watson. Rather primitive - but with some amusing detail.
(bitterly) Thank you.
You had me fooled for almost ten minutes.
I guess I'm not very bright.
No, but you're most endearing. No one could ask for a better friend.
Friend, indeed. The only reason you moved in with me is to have a steady supply of stimulants.
Now, now Watson - you mustn't underestimate your many other charms.
Holmes, I warn you. If you lock yourself in your bedroom again-
I intend to do nothing of the sort. Not until you replace this needle. It is getting rather blunt.
Mrs Hudson, I want you to pack my bags. I'm moving out.
I'm just as surprised as you are.
You heard me, Mrs. Hudson. And let's not waste any time.
May I be so bold as to ask where you're going?
I don't know yet. But I intend to resume my practice. I am, after all, a doctor. And a quite competent one, if I say so as shouldn't.
You'll find it very dull - snipping out tonsils and flushing out kidneys-
I will, of course, continue to pay half of the rent until you find someone to share these rooms with you.
Where am I going to find anyone who will put up with my rather eccentric habits?
(taking a needle and 3 bottles of narcotics out of his bag): Here's a fresh needle - and here's my farewell present to you. If you want to destroy yourself, go right ahead. But I won't sit by and watch you doing it.
(Watson goes into his bedroom, where Mrs. Hudson is packing.)
It's so sad. You and Mr. Holmes after all these years - I know how it feels - I once went through a divorce myself-
Actually, I'm rather looking forward to it. Leading a normal life again. Regular office hours - nine to three - and if occasionally there's an emergency call in the middle of the night, I know it's going to be appendicitis and not an ax murder. Let Holmes go mucking about in the fog and the sleet, looking for a bloodstained collar-button out on the moors, with some demented hound snapping at his behind-
(From the living room comes the sound of a pistol shot. Watson and Mrs Hudson burst into the room. Holmes has shot two of the three narcotics bottles on the mantlepiece.)
Mr. Holmes! How many times have I told you I will not tolerate pistol practice on the premises?
Please, Mrs. Hudson. You're in my line of fire.
(Mrs. Hudson moves. Holmes shoots the third bottle.)
Look at that mess you've made-
(gently) It's all right, Mrs. Hudson. I'll clean it up - while you unpack my things.
You heard him.
Thank you, Holmes. I know how difficult it must've been for you-
Not really. It was a simple choice between a bad habit and a good companion.
You've made me very happy.
I've often been accused of being cold and unemotional. I admit to it. And yet, in my own cold, unemotional way, I'm very fond of you, Watson.
I know that. But one likes to hear these things occasionally. For a while there, I was worried that you were going to let me walk out - that you weren't even going to stop me.
Now, Watson - you know there's nothing I wouldn't do to keep you here.
(Holmes sneakily closes his violin case - where the three real bottles of narcotics are.)
And now, right after the opening credits of The Final Problem, we see Mycroft watching a film noir. Well, alright, he has to have some hobbies. Except, it’s not just a film noir, it’s a film noir that’s COMPLETELY MADE UP BY MARK AND STEVEN:
This is a massive Red Flag, meta within meta. To me, this scene is Mark as a writer watching a ‘film’ of his own creation play out…
^To begin with, he’s in his element, really enjoying the film. And what’s it about? Well, there’s two people, and they’re talking by using criminal language like “arresting” and “pressing charges”, but it’s clear it’s still a romance. #TRMOJAS <3
There’s an even a nice dig with Mycroft/Mark mouthing along to the line of Adam and Eve, the representation of the “”sacred union”” of “”man and wife”” being “the beginning of all human misery.”
So, our film continues, and it’s obvious that the couple are looking forward to “searching each other thoroughly.” They’re just about to get the hell on with it, when the tape is replaced by the Holmes’ childhood/creepy I’M BACK video.
Guess who doesn’t look happy about that:
The entire tape burns, we don’t get to see the ending of the film:
Viewing Mark as Mycroft here, I wonder if this could also be his horror at The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes losing its most key, revealing romantic scenes?
The audience is not meant to like it at all. Even those who weren’t aware they were watching a love story are aware that’s something’s up, something’s crashed and burned. Give us back the real tape, the real show! they’ll demand, and then soon they’ll release that the ‘real tape’ was a romance all along.
The movie will continue on and get its happy ending. We just need our ‘lights up’ moment, where the truth is revealed:
To be fair, BBC Sherlock did end up being a homage to TPLoSH. Just like that story, we have a ‘100% hetero’ John who is angry if anyone suggests otherwise - and a closeted Sherlock who is tragically in unrequited love with his best friend.
That just happened to be the one element they didn’t fancy updating when bringing it into the modern era.
Side-note: I have a toothache and am taking out my agony on being salty to this goddamn show.