Watson blinked. "That makes no sense in English or Tamil."

Back in their room, Watson asked, "How did you know the weapon was a lamp?"

A chase erupted through the bazaar. Carts of flowers and coconuts flew. Watson fought a Pathan swordsman with a suri , while Holmes dodged poisoned needles disguised as kumkum dots.

"You cannot stop this, Holmes. Chaos is my symphony."

The monsoon lashed against the cobblestones of George Town. Inside a dimly lit room above a spice warehouse, Sherlock Holmes sat cross-legged on a wooden cot, smoking a beedi and playing a veena with unusual intensity. Beside him, Dr. John Watson, dressed in a veshti and shirt, stared at a telegram.

Cut to black. A Tamil voiceover announces: ("Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows — Next part soon...") Would you like a full screenplay-style script or an audio drama version of this Tamil-dubbed story?

Holmes struck a final note. "Watson, you think too loudly. The killer didn't enter the safe. The safe entered him."

He flicked the beedi into a trail of kerosene. The flames formed a ring around Moriarty, not an explosion. A distraction. Watson tackled Moriarty into the water, and the detonator fell—dead.