That Martin Freeman’s livid, choked silence could still be heard through Benedict Cumberbatch’s Peter Sellers-style buffoonery is testament to his talent. The Watson/Holmes reunion was the second hurdle the episode had to jump, one it cleared with a surprising cocktail of silliness and grief. Some fun with deductions and a brittle brotherly exchange later and Sherlock was on his way back to Baker Street to track down an underground terrorist cell and “drop by” his old mucker, John Watson. Before all that, Sherlock was revealed to us topless, bearded, in a horrible wig and crucifixion pose (the ‘Lazarus’ code name used later on not the only nod to his Christ-like powers of resurrection).
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