(Holmes steps from the alley)

Holmes:     That�s enough, Watson. This is, obviously, not our man.

Pedestrian:     I say, what�s this all about?

Holmes:     My name is Sherlock Holmes. This is my associate, Dr. Watson. We�re trying to catch an arch fiend, that seizes his victims, in a climactic ...

Watson:    Don�t say it, Holmes.

Holmes:    Uh, right. (pause) We�re after a killer, sir.

Pedestrian:     On these streets? At night?

Holmes:     Yes, on these very streets! On such a night as this! When the moon becomes full, London is seized in a climactic moment ....

Watson:     Holmes!

Holmes:     Sorry, Watson. Sir, the streets of London are no longer safe, at night. A homosexual killer is at large. Lurking in the dark. Stalking his prey. Dealing out an injustice, that seizes his victims in a ....

   ( sound of a gun shot)

Watson:     Sorry, Holmes. I couldn�t stand it any more!

Holmes:     (in a strained voice) My fault really, old boy. Could you see your way clear, to get me to a hospital?

Pedestrian:     Let me help you, doctor.

Watson:     Thank you, kind sir.


       End of Act Three


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Announcer:     And now ... Act 4 of  �The Mystery of the Sphincter Murders�, in which Holmes  and Watson are seized up in a climactic moment of ...

  (sound of a gun shot)

Lestrade:     I don�t expect you�ll be doing much, from this hospital bed, Mr. Holmes.

Holmes:     Wrong, Inspector! Even though the body rests, the mind is hard at work.

Watson:     Yes , and we are going to put an end to this fiend, who ceases .... to be funny.

Holmes:     (to the audience)   Bet you thought we were going to say it, again, didn�t you?

All Three Men:     Aark, aark, aark!!!

Lestrade:     Well, the yard has been able to come up with only one clue. The killer wears a pencil through his nose.

Watson:     Great! That shouldn�t be hard to spot!

Lestrade:     Sorry, Doctor. It won�t be easy. It�s a number three lead.

Holmes:     Damn! So f***ing close!

  (silence for a moment)

Watson:      Tell me something. Is it my imagination ... or is this not as funny as it once was?

Holmes:     Well, how many butt jokes can one guy come up with, anyway?

Lestrade:     So true. (clears his throat) What now, Mr. Holmes?

Holmes:     Back to the streets, Lestrade. The killer may even now be stalking his prey. Seeking his vengeance. Craving a satisfaction to his rampant desires. Manipulating  himself into a position of thrust!

  (everyone laughs, maniacally)

Holmes:     Watson, get me my wheel chair. The game is afoot!

   End of Act 4
The Mystery of the Sphincter Murders
by Robert N. Kirkpatrick
page 5
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