Hands up if you believed Sherlock was dead.
If your arm is aloft, you can’t have been paying much attention during Sunday’s series finale and you can’t have learned much from the super sleuth over the last two series either.
For the uninitiated, last weekend Sherlock found himself in a real pickle. Atop a building with his evil nemesis Moriarty, he learns that there are snipers trained on the people most dear to him and that he must jump to his death in order to save their lives.
It was all part of a typically sick Moriarty plan to smear Sherlock’s name, but we won’t get into all that.
When Holmes points out that as long as he has Moriarty, he can get it all called off, his enemy rather helpfully blows his own brains out.
The idea is that this will give Sherlock no option but to jump, but in fact it gives him a uncharacteristically obvious solution to his problem.
Why would you throw yourself off a building when you had another body you could use to fool the snipers?
On top of that, there’s the fact that Sherlock tells Molly Hooper he needs her. Who needs a pathologist unless they are planning to falsify coroners reports and fake their own death?
The question is: ‘How did he do it?’
Any fan of fiction knows a plot facilitator when he or she sees one. And few are as clearly signposted as the cyclist who knocks and disorientates Watson as he runs to his friend’s body.
Meanwhile, the angles are obscure and the vision blurry for both Watson and the TV audience at home who see a man who looks like Sherlock dressed in Sherlock’s clothes dead on the pavement.
I suspect that if you see the same shot of the blood splattered face from another angle, you’ll see it’s Moriarty.
The problem that arises is that we all see Sherlock jump. How would he make Moriarty’s body stand upright and move as it fell?
This is where the rubbish truck that drives away as the crowd arrives at the scene comes into it.
Could that have provided a soft landing and a getaway for Sherlock plus a smoke screen for someone to deposit Moriarty’s body?
On top of all that, someone has already called an ambulance to ensure a swift removal of the corpse. The paramedics are on the scene almost as quickly as Watson who watches it happen.
A third series of the detective drama based on Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s Portsmouth-penned books has been commissioned, so we’ll just have to wait to see.