(영어/드라마/대본) 셜록 시즌 1 Sherlock Season 1

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에피소드 1 - 핑크색 연구 A Study in Pink

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SHERLOCK
S01E01 A STUDY IN PINK

Therapist: How's your blog going?
John Watson: Yeah, good, very good.
Therapist: You haven't written a word, have you?
John Watson: You just wrote "still has trust issues"
Therapist: And you read my writing upside down. You see what I mean? John, you're a soldier and it's going to take you a while to adjust to civilian life and writing a blog about everything that happens to you will honestly help you.
John Watson: Nothing happens to me.

Jeffrey Patterson: What do you mean there's no ruddy car? Woman: He went to Waterloo, I'm sorry. Get a cab!
Jeffrey Patterson: I never get cabs!
Woman: I love you.

Jeffrey Patterson: When? Woman: Get a cab!

Margaret Patterson: My husband was a happy man who lived life to the full. He loved his family and his work, and that he should have taken his own life in this way is a mystery and a shock to all who knew him.

James Phillimore: Taxi, taxi! I'll be just two minutes, mate. Boy: What?
James Phillimore: I'm just going home to get my umbrella. Boy: You can share mine.

James Phillimore: Two minutes, all right?

Man: She still dancing?
Woman: Yeah, if you can call it that. Man: Did you get the car keys off her? Woman: Got them out of her bag. Man: Where is she?

Sally Donovan: The body of Beth Davenport, Junior Minister for Transport was found late last night on a building site in Greater London. Preliminary investigations suggest that this was suicide. We can confirm that this apparent suicide closely resembles those of Sir Jeffrey Patterson and James Phillimore. In the light of this, these incidents are now being treated as linked. The investigation is ongoing but Detective Inspector Lestrade will take questions now.

Reporter: Detective Inspector, how can suicides be linked?
Lestrade: Well, they all took the same poison. They were all found in places they had no reason to be. None of them had shown any prior indication.
Reporter: But you can't have serial suicides.
Lestrade: Well, apparently you can.
Reporter: These three people, there's nothing that links them?
Lestrade: There's no link we've found yet but we're looking for it. There has to be one. [TEXT MESSAGE] Wrong!
Sally Donovan: If you've all got texts, please ignore them.
Reporter: It just says "Wrong".

Sally Donovan: Well, just ignore that. If there are no more questions, I'm going to bring this session to an end.
Reporter: If they're suicides, what are you investigating?
Lestrade: As I say, these suicides are clearly linked. It's an unusual situation, we've got our best people investigating.

[TEXT MESSAGE] Wrong!
Reporter: Says "Wrong" again.
Sally Donovan: One more question.
Reporter: Is there any chance that these are murders? And if they are, is this the work of a serial killer?
Lestrade: I know that you like writing about these but these do appear to be suicides. We know the difference. The poison was clearly self-administered.
Reporter: Yes, but if they are murders, how do people keep themselves safe?
Lestrade: Well, don't commit suicide.
Sally Donovan: Daily Mail!
Lestrade: This is a frightening time for people but all anyone has to do is exercise reasonable precautions. We are all as safe as we want to be.
[TEXT MESSAGE] Wrong!
[TEXT MESSAGE] You know where to find me. SH
Lestrade: Thank you.
Sally Donovan: You've got to stop him doing that. He's making us look like idiots. Lestrade: If you can tell me how he does it, I'll stop him.

Mike Stamford: John! John Watson! Stamford, Mike Stamford. We were at Barts together. John Watson: Yes, sorry, yes, Mike, hello.
Mike Stamford: Yes, I know, I got fat.
John Watson: No, no.

Mike Stamford: I heard you were abroad somewhere getting shot at. What happened? John Watson: I got shot. Are you still at Barts then?
Mike Stamford: Teaching now, yeah, bright young things like we used to be. God, I hate them. What about you, just staying in town till you get yourself sorted?

John Watson: I can't afford London on an Army pension.
Mike Stamford: Couldn't bear to be anywhere else. That's not the John Watson I know. John Watson: I'm not the John Watson.
Mike Stamford: Couldn't Harry help?
John Watson: Yeah, like that's going to happen.
Mike Stamford: I don't know, get a flatshare or something?
John Watson: Who'd want me for a flatmate? What?
Mike Stamford: You're the second person to say that to me today.
John Watson: Who was the first?

Sherlock Holmes: How fresh?
Molly Hooper: Just in. 67, natural causes. Used to work here. I knew him, he was nice. Sherlock Holmes: Fine. We'll start with the riding crop.

Molly Hooper: So, bad day was it?
Sherlock Holmes: I need to know what bruises form in the next 20 minutes. A man's alibi depends on it. Text me.
Molly Hooper: Listen, I was wondering. Maybe later, when you're finished...
Sherlock Holmes: You're wearing lipstick. You weren't wearing lipstick before.
Molly Hooper: I refreshed it a bit.
Sherlock Holmes: Sorry, you were saying?

Molly Hooper: I was wondering if you'd like to have coffee? Sherlock Holmes: Black, two sugars, please. I'll be upstairs. Molly Hooper: OK.

John Watson: Bit different from my day.
Mike Stamford: You've no idea.
Sherlock Holmes: Mike, can I borrow your phone? There's no signal on mine.
Mike Stamford: And what's wrong with the landline?
Sherlock Holmes: I prefer to text.
Mike Stamford: Sorry, it's in my coat.
John Watson: Here, use mine.
Sherlock Holmes: Oh, thank you.
Mike Stamford: This is an old friend of mine, John Watson.
Sherlock Holmes: Afghanistan or Iraq?
John Watson: Sorry?
Sherlock Holmes: Which was it, in Afghanistan or Iraq?
John Watson: Afghanistan. Sorry, how did you know?
Sherlock Holmes: Ah! Coffee. Thank you. What happened to the lipstick?
Molly Hooper: It wasn't working for me.
Sherlock Holmes: Really? It was a big improvement. Your mouth's too small now.
Molly Hooper: OK.
Sherlock Holmes: How do you feel about the violin?
John Watson: I'm sorry, what?
Sherlock Holmes: I play the violin when I'm thinking and sometimes I don't talk for days on end. Would that bother you? Potential flatmates should know the worst about each other. John Watson: You told him about me?
Mike Stamford: Not a word.
John Watson: Who said anything about flatmates?
Sherlock Holmes: I did. Told Mike this morning that I must be a difficult man to find a flatmate for. Now here he is just after lunch with an old friend clearly just home from military service in Afghanistan. Wasn't a difficult leap.
John Watson: How did you know about Afghanistan?
Sherlock Holmes: Got my eye on a nice little place in central London. We ought to be able to afford it. We'll meet there tomorrow evening, seven o'clock. Sorry, got to dash. I think I left my riding crop in the mortuary.
John Watson: Is that it?
Sherlock Holmes: Is that what?
John Watson: We've only just met and we're going to go and look at a flat?
Sherlock Holmes: Problem?
John Watson: We don't know a thing about each other. I don't know where we're meeting, I don't even know your name.
Sherlock Holmes: I know you're an Army doctor and you've been invalided home from Afghanistan. You've got a brother worried about you but you won't go to him for help because you don't approve of him, possibly because he's an alcoholic, more likely because he recently walked out on his wife. And I know that your therapist thinks your limp's psychosomatic, quite correctly, I'm afraid. That's enough to be going on with, don't you think?
The name's Sherlock Holmes and the address is 221B Baker Street. Afternoon.
Mike Stamford: Yeah, he's always like that.

[TEXT MESSAGE] Messages – Sent : If brother has green ladder arrest brother. SH

Sherlock Holmes: Hello.
John Watson: Ah – Mr. Holmes.
Sherlock Holmes: Sherlock, please.
John Watson: Well, this is a prime spot. Must be expensive.
Sherlock Holmes: Mrs. Hudson, the landlady -she's given me a special deal. Owes me a favour. A few years back, her husband got himself sentenced to death in Florida. I was able to help out.
John Watson: Sorry – you stopped her husband being executed?
Sherlock Holmes: Oh, no, I ensured it.
Mrs. Hudson: Sherlock!
Sherlock Holmes: Mrs. Hudson, Dr. John Watson.
Mrs. Hudson: Hello. Come in.
John Watson: Thank you.
Sherlock Holmes: Shall we...?
John Watson: Well, this could be very nice. Very nice indeed.
Sherlock Holmes: Yes. Yes, I think so, my thoughts precisely.
TOGETHER: So I went straight ahead and moved in. Soon as we get all this rubbish cleaned out...
John Watson: So this is all...
Sherlock Holmes: Well, obviously I can erm...straighten things up a bit.
John Watson: That's a skull.
Sherlock Holmes: Friend of mine. When I say friend...
Mrs. Hudson: What do you think, then, Dr. Watson? There's another bedroom upstairs, if you'll be needing two bedrooms.
John Watson: Of course we'll be needing two.
Mrs. Hudson: Oh, don't worry, there's all sorts round here. Mrs. Turner next door's got (married ones). Oh...Sherlock! The mess you've made.
John Watson: I looked you up on the internet last night.
Sherlock Holmes: Anything interesting?
John Watson: Found your website. The Science of Deduction.
Sherlock Holmes: What did you think?
John Watson: You said you could identify a software designer by his tie and an airline pilot by his left thumb?
Sherlock Holmes: Yes. And I can read your military career in your face and your leg, and your brother's drinking habits on your mobile phone.
John Watson: How?
Mrs. Hudson: What about these suicides then, Sherlock? I thought that'd be right up your street.
Three exactly the same.
Sherlock Holmes: Four. There's been a fourth. And there's something different this time. Mrs. Hudson: A fourth?
Sherlock Holmes: Where?
Lestrade: Brixton, Lauriston Gardens.
Sherlock Holmes: What's new about this one? You wouldn't have come to me otherwise. Lestrade: You know how they never leave notes?
Sherlock Holmes: Yeah.
Lestrade: This one did. Will you come?
Sherlock Holmes: Who's on forensics?
Lestrade: Anderson.
Sherlock Holmes: He doesn't work well with me.
Lestrade: Well, he won't be your assistant.
Sherlock Holmes: I NEED an assistant.

Lestrade: Will you come?
Sherlock Holmes: Not in a police car, I'll be right behind.
Lestrade: Thank you.
Sherlock Holmes: Brilliant! Yes! Four serial suicides, and now a note. Oh, it's Christmas. Mrs. Hudson, I'll be late. Might need some food.
Mrs. Hudson: I'm your landlady, dear, not your housekeeper.
Sherlock Holmes: Something cold will do. John, have a cup of tea, make yourself at home. Don't wait up!
Mrs. Hudson: Look at him, dashing about... My husband was just the same. But you're more the sitting-down type, I can tell. I'll make you that cuppa, you rest your leg.
John Watson: Damn my leg! Sorry, I'm so sorry - It's just sometimes this bloody thing... Mrs. Hudson: I understand, dear, I've got a hip.
John Watson: Cup of tea'd be lovely. Thank you.
Mrs. Hudson: Just this once, dear, I'm not your housekeeper.
John Watson: Couple of biscuits too, if you've got 'em.
Mrs. Hudson: Not your housekeeper!
Sherlock Holmes: You're a doctor. In fact you're an Army doctor.
John Watson: Yes.
Sherlock Holmes: Any good?
John Watson: Very good.
Sherlock Holmes: Seen a lot of injuries, then. Violent deaths.
John Watson: Well, yes.
Sherlock Holmes: Bit of trouble too, I bet?
John Watson: Of course. Yes. Enough for a lifetime, far too much.
Sherlock Holmes: Want to see some more?
John Watson: Oh, God, yes.
John Watson: Sorry Mrs. Hudson, I'll skip the tea. Off out.
Mrs. Hudson: Both of you?
Sherlock Holmes: Impossible suicides? Four of them? No point sitting at home when there's finally something fun going on!
Mrs. Hudson: Look at you, all happy. It's not decent.
Sherlock Holmes: Who cares about decent? The game, Mrs. Hudson, is on! Taxi!

Sherlock Holmes: OK, You've got questions... John Watson: Yeah, where are we going? Sherlock Holmes: Crime scene. Next?
John Watson: Who are you, what do you do? Sherlock Holmes: What do you think?

John Watson: I'd say...private detective.
Sherlock Holmes: But?
John Watson: But the police don't go to private detectives.
Sherlock Holmes: I'm a consulting detective. Only one in the world, I invented the job. John Watson: What does that mean?
Sherlock Holmes: Means when the police are out of their depth, which is always, they consult me.
John Watson: The police don't consult amateurs.
Sherlock Holmes: When I met you for the first time yesterday, I said Afghanistan or Iraq. You looked surprised.
John Watson: Yes, how did you know?
Sherlock Holmes: I didn't know, I saw. Your haircut, the way you hold yourself says military. But your conversation... 'Bit different from my day.’ ..said trained at Barts -so Army doctor, obvious. Your face is tanned... but no tan above the wrists. You've been abroad, but not

sunbathing. Your limp's really bad when you walk, but you don't ask for a chair when you stand - so it's at least partly psychosomatic. That says the original circumstances of the injury were traumatic - wounded in action then. Wounded inaction, suntan - Afghanistan or Iraq.

John Watson: You said I had a therapist.
Sherlock Holmes: You've got a psychosomatic limp, of course you've got a therapist. Then there's your brother.
John Watson: Mm?
Sherlock Holmes: Your phone. It's expensive, e-mail enabled, MP3 player. And you're looking for a flatshare. You wouldn't buy this - it's a gift. Scratches. Not one, many over time - it's been in the same pocket as keys and coins. You wouldn't treat your one luxury item like this, so it's had a previous owner. Next bit's easy. You know it already.
John Watson: The engraving?
Sherlock Holmes: Harry Watson. Clearly a family member who's given you his old phone. Not your father, this is a young man's gadget. Could be a cousin, but you're a war hero who can't find a place to live - unlikely you've got an extended family, not one you're close to. So brother it is. Now, who's Clara? Three kisses says it's a romantic attachment. The expense of the phone says wife, not girlfriend. Must have given it to him recently, it's only six months old. Marriage in trouble then -six months on he's given it away. If she'd left HIM, he would have kept it. Sentiment. No, he wanted rid of it. He left HER. He gave the phone to you, so he wants you to stay in touch.
You're looking for cheap accommodation, but you're not going to your brother for help - that says you've got problems with him. Maybe you liked his wife, or don't like his drinking. John Watson: How can you possibly know about the drinking?
Sherlock Holmes: Shot in the dark. Good one, though. Power connection -tiny little scuff marks round it. Every night he plugs it in but his hands are shaking. You never see those marks on a sober man's phone, never see a drunk's without them. There you go, you were right.
John Watson: I was right? Right about what?
Sherlock Holmes: The police don't consult amateurs.
John Watson: That...was amazing.
Sherlock Holmes: Do you think so?
John Watson: Of course it was. It was extraordinary, it was quite extraordinary.
Sherlock Holmes: That's not what people normally say.
John Watson: What do people normally say?
Sherlock Holmes: Piss off!

Sherlock Holmes: Did I get anything wrong?
John Watson: Harry and me don't get on, never have, Clara and Harry split up three months ago and they're getting a divorce, and Harry is a drinker.
Sherlock Holmes: Spot on, then. I didn't expect to be right about everything.
John Watson: Harry's short for Harriet.
Sherlock Holmes: Harry's your sister.
John Watson: Look, what exactly am I supposed to be doing here?
Sherlock Holmes: Sister!
John Watson: No - seriously, what am I doing here?
Sherlock Holmes: There's always something.
Sally Donovan: Hello, freak!
Sherlock Holmes: I'm here to see Detective Inspector Lestrade.
Sally Donovan: Why?
Sherlock Holmes: I was invited.
Sally Donovan: Why?

Sherlock Holmes: I think he wants me to take a look.
Sally Donovan: Well, you know what I think, don't you?
Sherlock Holmes: Always Sally. I even know you didn't make it home last night.
Sally Donovan: I don't... Who's this?
Sherlock Holmes: Colleague of mine, Dr. Watson. Dr. Watson, Sergeant Sally Donovan. Old friend.
Sally Donovan: A colleague? How do YOU get a colleague? Did he follow you home?
John Watson: Would it be better if I just waited...
Sherlock Holmes: No.
Sally Donovan: Freak's here. Bringing him in.
Sherlock Holmes: Ah, Anderson. Here we are again.
Anderson: It's a crime scene. I don't want it contaminated. Are we clear on that?
Sherlock Holmes: Quite clear. And is your wife away for long?
Anderson: Oh, don't pretend you worked that out. Somebody told you that.
Sherlock Holmes: Your deodorant told me that.
Anderson: My deodorant?
Sherlock Holmes: It's for men.
Anderson: Well, of course It's for men. I'm wearing it.
Sherlock Holmes: So's Sergeant Donovan. Ooh... I think it just vaporised. May I go in? Anderson: Whatever you're trying to imply...
Sherlock Holmes: I'm not implying anything. I'm sure Sally came round for a nice little chat, and just happened to stay over. And I assume she scrubbed your floors, going by the state of her knees.

Sherlock Holmes: You'll need to wear one of these. Lestrade: Who's this?
Sherlock Holmes: He's with me.
Lestrade: But who is he?

Sherlock Holmes: I said he's with me.
John Watson: Aren't you going to put one on? Sherlock Holmes: So where are we? Lestrade: Upstairs.

Lestrade: I can give you two minutes.
Sherlock Holmes: May need longer.
Lestrade: Her name's Jennifer Wilson according to her credit cards, we're running them now for contact details. Hasn't been here long. Some kids found her.
Sherlock Holmes: Shut up.
Lestrade: I didn't say anything.
Sherlock Holmes: You were thinking. It's annoying.
Lestrade: Got anything?
Sherlock Holmes: Not much.
Anderson: She's German. Rache. It's German for revenge. She could be trying to tell us something...
Sherlock Holmes: Yes, thank you for your input.
Lestrade: So she's German?
Sherlock Holmes: Of course she's not. She's from out of town though. Intended to stay in London for one night before returning home to Cardiff. So far, so obvious.
John Watson: Sorry. obvious?
Lestrade: What about the message though?
Sherlock Holmes: Dr. Watson, what do you think?
John Watson: Of the message?

Sherlock Holmes: Of the body. You're a medical man. Lestrade: We have a whole team right outside. Sherlock Holmes: They won't work with me.
Lestrade: I'm breaking every rule letting YOU in here... Sherlock Holmes: Yes... because you need me. Lestrade: Yes, I do. God help me.

Sherlock Holmes: Dr. Watson!
John Watson: Hm?
Lestrade: Oh, do as he says. Help yourself. Anderson, keep everyone out for a couple of minutes...
John Watson: Well? What am I doing here?
Sherlock Holmes: Helping me make a point.
John Watson: I'm supposed to be helping you pay the rent.
Sherlock Holmes: This is more fun.
John Watson: Fun? There's a woman lying dead.
Sherlock Holmes: Perfectly sound analysis, but I was hoping you'd go deeper.
John Watson: Yeah... Asphyxiation, probably. Passed out, choked on her own vomit. Can't smell any alcohol on her. It could have been a seizure. Possibly drugs.
Sherlock Holmes: You know what it was, you've read the papers.
John Watson: Well, she's one of the suicides. The fourth...?
Lestrade: Sherlock - two minutes, I said, I need anything you got.
Sherlock Holmes: Victim is in her late 30s. Professional person, going by her clothes - I'm guessing the media, going by the frankly alarming shade of pink. Travelled from Cardiff today intending to stay in London one night from the size of her suitcase.
Lestrade: Suitcase?
Sherlock Holmes: Yes. She's been married at least ten years, but not happily. She's had a string of lovers but none of them knew she was married.
Lestrade: Oh, for God's sake, if you're just making this up...
Sherlock Holmes: Her wedding ring. Ten years old at least. The rest of her jewellery has been regularly cleaned, but not her wedding ring. The inside is shinier than the outside. The only polishing it gets is when she works it off her finger. It's not for work, look at her nails. She doesn't work with her hands so who does she remove her rings for? Not ONE lover, she'd never sustain the fiction of being single for that long so more likely a string of them.
John Watson: Brilliant. Sorry.
Lestrade: Cardiff?
Sherlock Holmes: It's obvious, isn't it?
John Watson: It's not obvious to me.
Sherlock Holmes: Dear God, what is it like in your funny little brains, it must be so boring. Her coat - it's slightly damp, she's been in heavy rain the last few hours - no rain anywhere in London in that time. Under her coat collar is damp too. She's turned it up against the wind. She's got an umbrella in her pocket but it's dry and unused. Not just wind, strong wind -too strong to use her umbrella. We know from her suitcase that she was intending to stay overnight but she can't have travelled more than two or three hours because her coat still hasn't dried. So - where has there been heavy rain and strong wind within the radius of that travel time? Cardiff.
John Watson: Fantastic.
Sherlock Holmes: Do you know you do that out loud?
John Watson: Sorry, I'll shut up.
Sherlock Holmes: No, it's...fine.
Lestrade: Why do you keep saying suitcase?

Sherlock Holmes: Yes, where is it? She must have had a phone or an organiser. Find out who Rachel is.
Lestrade: She was writing Rachel?
Sherlock Holmes: No, she was leaving an angry note in German - of course she was writing Rachel, no other word it can be. Why did she wait until she was dying to write it? Lestrade: How do you know she had a suitcase?

Sherlock Holmes: Tiny splash marks on her right heel and calf not present on the left. She was dragging a wheeled suitcase behind her with her right hand, by that splash pattern. Smallish case, going by the spread. Case that size, woman this clothes-conscious - could only be an overnight bag so we know she was staying one night. Where is it, what have you done with it?

Lestrade: There wasn't a case.
Sherlock Holmes: Say that again.
Lestrade: There wasn't a case. There was never any suitcase.
Sherlock Holmes: Suitcase! Did anyone find a suitcase? Was there a suitcase in this house?
Lestrade: Sir, there was no case!
Sherlock Holmes: But they take the poison themselves, swallow the pills. There are clear signs, even you lot couldn't miss them.
Lestrade: Right, thanks. And...?
Sherlock Holmes: It's murder, all of them. I don't know how. But they're not suicides, they're serial killings. We've got a serial killer. There's always something to look forward to. Lestrade: Why are you saying that?
Sherlock Holmes: Her case! Come on, where is her case? Did she eat it? Someone else was here, and they took her case. So the killer must have driven here. Forgot the case was in the car.
John Watson: She could have checked into a hotel, left it there.
Sherlock Holmes: No, look at her hair. She colour-coordinates her lipstick and her shoes. She'd never have left any hotel with her hair still looking... Oh... Oh!
John Watson: Sherlock?
Lestrade: What is it, what?
Sherlock Holmes: Serial killers, always hard. You have to wait for them to make a mistake. Lestrade: We can't just wait!
Sherlock Holmes: Oh, we're done waiting. Look at her, really look! Houston, we have a mistake. Get on to Cardiff. Find out who Jennifer Wilson's family and friends were. Find Rachel!
Lestrade: Of course, yeah - but what mistake?!
Sherlock Holmes: Pink!
Anderson: Let's get on with it...

Sally Donovan: He's gone.
John Watson: Who, Sherlock Holmes?
Sally Donovan: Yeah, he just took off. He does that.
John Watson: Is he coming back?
Sally Donovan: Didn't look like it.
John Watson: Right. Right... Yes. Sorry, where am I?
Sally Donovan: Brixton.
John Watson: Do you know where I could get a cab? It's just er... well - my leg. Sally Donovan: Er... ..try the main road.
John Watson: Thanks.
Sally Donovan: But you're not his friend. He doesn't HAVE friends. So who are you? John Watson: I'm...I'm nobody. I just met him.

Sally Donovan: OK, bit of advice then. Stay away from that guy.
John Watson: Why?
Sally Donovan: You know why he's here? He's not paid or anything. He likes it. He gets off on it. The weirder the crime, the more he gets off. And you know what...? One day just showing up won't be enough. One day we'll be standing round a body and he'll be the one that put it there.
John Watson: Why would he do that?
Sally Donovan: Because he's a psychopath. Psychopaths get bored.
Lestrade: Donovan!
Sally Donovan: Coming. Stay away from Sherlock Holmes.

John Watson: Taxi! Taxi...
John Watson: Hello?
Man: There is a security camera on the building to your left. Do you see it?
John Watson: Who's this? Who's speaking?
Man: Do you see the camera, Dr. Watson?
John Watson: Yeah, I see it.
Man: Watch... There is another camera on the building opposite you. Do you see it?' And finally, at the top of the building on your right.
John Watson: How are you doing this?
Man: Get into the car, Dr. Watson. I would make some sort of threat, but I'm sure your situation is quite clear to you.

John Watson: Hello.
Anthea: Hi.
John Watson: What's your name, then?
Anthea: Er... Anthea.
John Watson: Is that your real name?
Anthea: No.
John Watson: I'm John.
Anthea: Yes. I know.
John Watson: Any point in asking...where I'm going? Anthea: None at all... John.
John Watson: OK.

Man: Have a seat, John.
John Watson: You know, I've got a phone. I mean, very clever and all that, but er... you could just phone me. On my phone.
Man: When one is avoiding the attention of Sherlock Holmes, one learns to be discreet, hence this place. Your leg must be hurting you. Sit down.
John Watson: I don't want to sit down.
Man: You don't seem very afraid.
John Watson: You don't seem very frightening.
Man: Yes... The bravery of the soldier. Bravery is by far the kindest word for stupidity, don't you think? What is your connection to Sherlock Holmes?
John Watson: I don't have one. I barely know him, I met him... yesterday.
Man: Mmm, and since yesterday you've moved in with him and now you're solving crimes together. Might we expect a happy announcement by the end of the week?
John Watson: Who are you?
Man: An interested party.
John Watson: Interested in Sherlock? Why? I'm guessing you're not friends.

Man: You've met him. How many friends do you imagine he has? I am the closest thing to a friend that Sherlock Holmes is capable of having.
John Watson: And what's that?
Man: An enemy.

John Watson: An enemy?
Man: In HIS mind, certainly. If you were to ask him, he'd probably say his arch-enemy. He does love to be dramatic.
John Watson: Well, thank God YOU'RE above all that.
[TEXT MESSAGE] Baker Street. Come at once if convenient. SH
Man: I hope I'm not distracting you.
John Watson: Not distracting me at all.
Man: Do you plan to continue your association with Sherlock Holmes?
John Watson: I could be wrong... but I think that's none of your business.
Man: It could be.
John Watson: It really couldn't.
Man: If you do move into, erm... 221B Baker Street, I'd be happy to pay you a meaningful sum of money on a regular basis to ease your way.
John Watson: Why?
Man: Because you're not a wealthy man.
John Watson: In exchange for what?
Man: Information. Nothing indiscreet. Nothing you'd feel...uncomfortable with. Just tell me what he's up to.
John Watson: Why?
Man: I worry about him. Constantly.
John Watson: That's nice of you.
Man: But I would prefer for various reasons that my concern go unmentioned, we have what you might call a... difficult relationship.
[TEXT MESSAGE] If inconvenient, come anyway. SH
John Watson: No.
Man: But I haven't mentioned a figure.
John Watson: Don't bother.
Man: You're very loyal VERY quickly.
John Watson: No, I'm not, I'm just not interested.
Man: "Trust issues"...it says here.
John Watson: What's that?
Man: Could it be that you've decided to trust Sherlock Holmes of all people?
John Watson: Who says I trust him?
Man: You don't seem the kind to make friends easily.
John Watson: Are we done?
Man: You tell me. I imagine people have already warned you to stay away from him, but I can see from your left hand that's not going to happen.
John Watson: My what?
Man: Show me.
John Watson: Don't...
Man: Remarkable.
John Watson: What is?
Man: Most people... blunder round this city, and all they see are streets and shops and cars. When you walk with Sherlock Holmes, you see the battlefield. You've seen it already. Haven't you?
John Watson: What's wrong with my hand?
Man: You have an intermittent tremor in your left hand. Your therapist thinks it's post- traumatic stress disorder. She thinks you're haunted by memories of your military service.

John Watson: Who the hell are you? How do you know that?
Man: Fire her. She's got it the wrong way round. You're under stress right now and your hand is perfectly steady. You're not haunted by the war, Dr. Watson... You miss it. Welcome back. Time to choose a side, Dr. Watson.
Anthea: I'm to take you home.
[TEXT MESSAGE] Could be dangerous. SH
Anthea: Address?
John Watson: Er, Baker Street. 221B Baker Street. But I need to stop off somewhere first.

John Watson: Listen, your boss. Any chance you could not tell him this is where I went? Anthea: Sure.
John Watson: You've told him already, haven't you?
Anthea: Yeah.

John Watson: Hey erm... do you ever get any free time? Anthea: Oh, yeah. Lots. Bye...
John Watson: OK.

John Watson: What are you doing?
Sherlock Holmes: Nicotine patch. Helps me think. Impossible to sustain a smoking habit in London these days. Bad news for brain work.
John Watson: It's good news for breathing.
Sherlock Holmes: Oh... Breathing! Breathing's boring.
John Watson: Is that...three patches?
Sherlock Holmes: It's a three-patch problem.
John Watson: Well...? You asked me to come, I'm assuming it's important.
Sherlock Holmes: Oh - yeah, of course. Can I borrow your phone?
John Watson: My phone?
Sherlock Holmes: Always a chance that my number will be recognised. It's on the website. John Watson: Mrs. Hudson's got a phone.
Sherlock Holmes: Yeah, she's downstairs. I tried shouting but she didn't hear.
John Watson: I was the other side of London...
Sherlock Holmes: There was no hurry.
John Watson: Here... So what's this about - the case?
Sherlock Holmes: Her case...
John Watson: HER case?
Sherlock Holmes: Her suitcase, yes, obviously. The murderer took her suitcase, first big mistake.
John Watson: OK, he took her case. So?
Sherlock Holmes: It's no use, there's no other way. We'll have to risk it. On my desk there's a number. I want you to send a text.
John Watson: You've brought me here...to send a text.
Sherlock Holmes: Text, yes. The number on my desk. What's wrong?
John Watson: Just met a friend of yours.
Sherlock Holmes: A friend?
John Watson: An enemy.
Sherlock Holmes: Oh. Which one?
John Watson: Well, your arch-enemy, according to him. Do people have arch-enemies? Sherlock Holmes: Did he offer you money to spy on me?
John Watson: Yes.
Sherlock Holmes: Did you take it?
John Watson: No.
Sherlock Holmes: Pity, we could have split the fee. Think it through next time.

John Watson: Who is he?
Sherlock Holmes: The most dangerous man you've ever met, and not my problem right now.
On my desk, the number!
John Watson: Jennifer Wilson. That was... Hang on. Wasn't that the dead woman? Sherlock Holmes: Yes. That's not important. Just enter the number. Are you doing it?
John Watson: Yes.
Sherlock Holmes: Have you done it?
John Watson: Yeah - hang on!
Sherlock Holmes: These words exactly. "What happened at Lauriston Gardens? I must have blacked out. 22 Northumberland Street, please come."
John Watson: You blacked out?
Sherlock Holmes: What? No... No! Type and send it. Quickly. Have you sent it?
John Watson: What's the address?
Sherlock Holmes: 22 Northumberland Street. Hurry up!
John Watson: That's... That's the pink lady's case, that's Jennifer Wilson's case.
Sherlock Holmes: Yes, obviously. Oh, perhaps I should mention -I didn't kill her.
John Watson: I never said you did.
Sherlock Holmes: Why not? Given that text and the fact I have her case it's a perfectly logical assumption.
John Watson: Do people usually assume you're the murderer?
Sherlock Holmes: Now and then, yes.
John Watson: OK... How did you get this?
Sherlock Holmes: By looking.
John Watson: Where?
Sherlock Holmes: The killer must have driven her to Lauriston Gardens. He could only keep her case by accident if it was in the car. Nobody could be seen with this case without drawing attention - particularly a man, which is statistically more likely. So obviously he'd feel compelled to get rid of it. Wouldn't have taken him more than five minutes to realise his mistake. I checked every backstreet wide enough for a car five minutes from Lauriston Gardens, and anywhere you could dispose of a bulky object without being observed. Took me less than an hour to find the right skip.
John Watson: Pink. You got all that because you realised the case would be pink? Sherlock Holmes: It had to be pink, obviously.
John Watson: Why didn't I think of that?
Sherlock Holmes: Because you're an idiot. No, no, no, don't look like that. Practically everyone is. Now, look. Do you see what's missing?
John Watson: From the case? How could I?
Sherlock Holmes: Her phone. Where's her mobile phone? There was no phone on the body, there's no phone in the case. We know she had one. You just texted it.
John Watson: Maybe she left it at home.
Sherlock Holmes: She has a string of lovers and she's careful about it. She never leaves her phone at home.
John Watson: Er... Why did I just send that text?
Sherlock Holmes: Well, the question is where is her phone NOW?
John Watson: She could have lost it.
Sherlock Holmes: Yes, or?
John Watson: The murderer... You think the murderer has the phone?
Sherlock Holmes: Maybe she... left it when she left her case. Maybe he took it from her for some reason. Either way, the balance of probability is the murderer has her phone.
John Watson: Sorry... what are we doing -did I just text a murderer? What good will that do?

Sherlock Holmes: A few hours after his last victim, and now he receives a text that can only be from her. If somebody had just found that phone they'd ignore a text like that, but the murderer... would panic.
John Watson: Have you talked to the police?

Sherlock Holmes: Four people are dead, there isn't time. John Watson: So why are you talking to ME?
Sherlock Holmes: Mrs. Hudson took my skull.
John Watson: So I'm basically filling in for your skull? Sherlock Holmes: Relax, you're doing fine. Well?

John Watson: Well, what?
Sherlock Holmes: Well - you could just sit there and...watch telly.
John Watson: What, you want me to come with you?
Sherlock Holmes: I like company when I go out, and I think better when I talk aloud. The skull just attracts attention, so... Problem?
John Watson: Yeah, Sergeant Donovan.
Sherlock Holmes: What about her?
John Watson: She said... you get off on this. You enjoy it.
Sherlock Holmes: And I said "dangerous", and here you are.
John Watson: Damn it!

John Watson: Where are we going?
Sherlock Holmes: Northumberland Street's a five-minute walk from here.
John Watson: You think he's stupid enough to go there?
Sherlock Holmes: No - I think he's brilliant enough. I love the brilliant ones. They're all so desperate to get caught.
John Watson: Why?
Sherlock Holmes: Appreciation! Applause! At long last the spotlight. That's the frailty of genius, John, it needs an audience.
John Watson: Yeah.
Sherlock Holmes: This is his hunting ground. Right here in the heart of the city. Now that we know his victims were abducted, that changes everything. Because all of his victims disappeared from busy streets, crowded places, but nobody saw them go. Think! Who do we trust, even though we don't know them? Who passes unnoticed wherever they go? Who hunts in the middle of a crowd?
John Watson: Don't know. Who?
Sherlock Holmes: Haven't the faintest. Hungry?

Sherlock Holmes: Thank you, Billy. 22 Northumberland Street. Keep your eyes on it. John Watson: He's not just going to ring the doorbell. He'd need to be mad. Sherlock Holmes: He has killed four people.
John Watson: OK.

Angelo: Sherlock! Anything on the menu, whatever you want, free. On the house, for you and for your date.
Sherlock Holmes: Do you want to eat?
John Watson: I'm not his date.

Angelo: This man got me off a murder charge.
Sherlock Holmes: This is Angelo. Three years ago I proved to Lestrade at the time of a particularly vicious triple murder that Angelo was elsewhere, house-breaking.
Angelo: He cleared my name.
Sherlock Holmes: I cleared it a bit. Anything happening opposite?
Angelo: Nothing. But for this man, I'd have gone to prison.
Sherlock Holmes: You did go to prison.

Angelo: I'll get a candle for the table. It's more romantic.
John Watson: I'm not his date!
Sherlock Holmes: You may as well eat. We might have a long wait.
John Watson: Thanks. People don't have arch-enemies.
Sherlock Holmes: I'm sorry?
John Watson: In real life. There are no arch-enemies in real life. Doesn't happen. Sherlock Holmes: Doesn't it? Sounds a bit dull.
John Watson: So who did I meet?
Sherlock Holmes: What do real people have, then, in their..."Real lives"?
John Watson: Friends? People they know, people they like, people they don't like... Girlfriends, boyfriends.
Sherlock Holmes: Yes, well, as I was saying - dull.
John Watson: You don't have a girlfriend, then.
Sherlock Holmes: Girlfriend? No, not really my area.
John Watson: Mm. Oh, right. Do you have a...boyfriend? Which is fine, by the way. Sherlock Holmes: I know it's fine.
John Watson: So you've got a boyfriend then.
Sherlock Holmes: No.
John Watson: Right. OK. You're unattached. Like me. Fine. Good.
Sherlock Holmes: John, erm... I think you should know that I consider myself married to my work,
and while I'm flattered, I'm really not looking for any...
John Watson: No, I'm...not asking. No. I'm just saying, it's all fine.
Sherlock Holmes: Good. Thank you. Look across the street. Taxi. It's stopped. Nobody getting in, and nobody getting out. Why a taxi? Oh, that's clever. Is it clever? Why is it clever?
John Watson: That's him.
Sherlock Holmes: Don't stare.
John Watson: You're staring.
Sherlock Holmes: We can't both stare.

John Watson: Sorry... I've got the cab number.
Sherlock Holmes: Good for you. Right turn, one way, roadworks, traffic lights, bus lane, pedestrian crossing, left turn only, traffic lights.
John Watson: Sorry.
Sherlock Holmes: Come on, John... Come on, John. We're losing him! This way. No- THIS way!
John Watson: Sorry.
Sherlock Holmes: Police! Open her up. No... Teeth, tan. What- Californian...? LA, Santa Monica. Just arrived.
John Watson: How could you possibly know that?
Sherlock Holmes: The luggage. Probably your first trip to London, right? Going by your final destination and the cabbie's route.
Passenger: Sorry - are you guys the police?
Sherlock Holmes: Yeah. Everything all right?
Passenger: Yeah.
Sherlock Holmes: Welcome to London.
John Watson: Er, any problems- just let us know. Basically just a cab that happened to slow down.
Sherlock Holmes: Basically.
John Watson: Not the murderer.
Sherlock Holmes: Not the murderer, no.

John Watson: Wrong country, good alibi.
Sherlock Holmes: As they go.
John Watson: Hey, where did you get this? Detective Inspector Lestrade?
Sherlock Holmes: Yeah. I pickpocket him when he's annoying. You can keep that one, I've got plenty at the flat. What?
John Watson: Nothing, just..."Welcome to London".
Sherlock Holmes: Got your breath back?
John Watson: Ready when you are.

John Watson: OK... That was ridiculous. That was the most ridiculous thing... I've ever done.
Sherlock Holmes: And you invaded Afghanistan.
John Watson: That wasn't just me. Why aren't we back at the restaurant?

Sherlock Holmes: They can keep an eye out. It was a long shot anyway. John Watson: So what were we doing there?
Sherlock Holmes: Oh, just passing the time. And proving a point.
John Watson: What point?

Sherlock Holmes: You. Mrs. Hudson! Dr. Watson WILL take the room upstairs. John Watson: Says who?
Sherlock Holmes: Says the man at the door.

Angelo: Sherlock texted me. He said you forgot this. John Watson: Ah... Er, thank you. Thank you.

Mrs. Hudson: Sherlock, what have you done? Sherlock Holmes: Mrs. Hudson?
Mrs. Hudson: Upstairs.

Sherlock Holmes: What are you doing?
Lestrade: Well, I knew you'd find the case, I'm not stupid.
Sherlock Holmes: You can't just break into my flat.
Lestrade: You can't withhold evidence -and I didn't break in flat.
Sherlock Holmes: Well, what do you call this then?
Lestrade: It's a drugs bust.
John Watson: Seriously? This guy - a junkie? Have you met him?
Sherlock Holmes: John...
John Watson: You could search this flat all day, you wouldn't find anything you could call recreational.
Sherlock Holmes: John, you probably want to shut up now.
John Watson: But come on... No...
Sherlock Holmes: What?
John Watson: You?
Sherlock Holmes: Shut up! I'm not your sniffer dog.
Lestrade: No, Anderson's my sniffer dog.
Sherlock Holmes: What? Anderson, what are YOU doing here on a drugs bust? Anderson: Oh, I volunteered.
Lestrade: They all did. They're not strictly speaking ON the drug squad, but they're very keen.
Sally Donovan: Are these human eyes?
Sherlock Holmes: Put those back!
Sally Donovan: They were in the microwave.
Sherlock Holmes: It's an experiment.

Lestrade: Keep looking, guys. Or you could help us properly and I'll stand them down. Sherlock Holmes: This is childish.
Lestrade: Well, I'm dealing with a child. Sherlock, this is our case. I'm letting you in, but you do not go off on your own. Clear?

Sherlock Holmes: What - so you set up a pretend drugs bust to bully me? Lestrade: It stops being pretend if we find anything.
Sherlock Holmes: I am clean!
Lestrade: Is your flat...? All of it?

Sherlock Holmes: Don't even smoke.
Lestrade: Neither do I. So let's work together. We've found Rachel.
Sherlock Holmes: Who is she?
Lestrade: Jennifer Wilson's only daughter.
Sherlock Holmes: Her daughter? Why would she write her daughter's name? Why? Anderson: Never mind that, we found the case. According to SOMEONE the murderer has the case, and we found it in the hands of our favourite psychopath.
Sherlock Holmes: I'm a high-functioning sociopath. Do your research. You need to bring Rachel in and I need to question her.
Lestrade: She's dead.
Sherlock Holmes: Excellent. How, when and why? Is there a connection? There has to be. Lestrade: Well, I doubt it, since she's been dead for 14 years. Technically she was never alive. Rachel was Jennifer Wilson's stillborn daughter, 14 years ago.
Sherlock Holmes: No, that's... that's not right. How... Why would she do that? Why? Anderson: Why would she think of her daughter in her last moments? Yup -sociopath, I'm seeing it now.
Sherlock Holmes: She didn't think about her daughter. She scratched her name on the floor with her fingernails. She was dying. It took effort, it would have hurt.
John Watson: You said that the victims all took the poison themselves, that he MAKES them take it - well, maybe he...I don't know, talks to them. Maybe he used the death of her daughter somehow.
Sherlock Holmes: Yeah, but that was ages ago. Why would she still be upset? Not good? John Watson: Bit not good, yeah.
Sherlock Holmes: If you were dying... If you'd been murdered - in your very last few seconds what would you say?
John Watson: "Please, God, let me live."
Sherlock Holmes: Use your imagination!
John Watson: I don't have to.
Sherlock Holmes: Yeah, but if you were clever... Jennifer Wilson running all those lovers- she WAS clever. She's trying to tell us something.
Mrs. Hudson: Isn't the doorbell working? Your taxi's here, Sherlock.
Sherlock Holmes: I didn't order a taxi. Go away.
Mrs. Hudson: Oh, dear. They're making such a mess. What are they looking for?
Sherlock Holmes: It's a drugs bust, Mrs. Hudson.
Mrs. Hudson: But they're just for my hip. They're herbal soothers...
Sherlock Holmes: Shut up everybody, SHUT UP! Don't move. Don't speak. Don't breathe. I'm trying to think. Anderson, face the other way. You're putting me off.
Anderson: What? My face is?
Lestrade: Everybody quiet and still. Anderson, turn your back.
Anderson: Oh, for God's sake!
Lestrade: Your back, now, please!
Sherlock Holmes: Come on, think. Quick!
Mrs. Hudson: What about your taxi?

Sherlock Holmes: MRS. HUDSON! Oh... Ah! She was clever. Clever, yes! She's cleverer than you lot and she's dead. Do you see, do you get it? She didn't lose her phone, she never lost it. She PLANTED it on him. When she got out of the car, she knew that she was going to her death. She left the phone in order to lead us to her killer.

Lestrade: But how?
Sherlock Holmes: What do you mean, how? Rachel! Don't you see? Rachel! Oh... Look at you lot. You're all so vacant. Is it nice not being me? It must be so relaxing. Rachel is not a name.
John Watson: Then what is it?
Sherlock Holmes: John - on the luggage, there's a label. E-mail address.
John Watson: Er, jennie.pink@mephone.org.uk.
Sherlock Holmes: She didn't have a laptop, which means she did her business on her phone. A smartphone, it's e-mail enabled. So there was a website for her account. The username is her e-mail address -and all together, the password is?
John Watson: Rachel.
Anderson: So we can read her e-mails. So what?
Sherlock Holmes: Anderson, don't talk out loud. You lower the IQ of the whole street. We can do much more than that. It's a smartphone, it's got GPS. Which means if you lose it you can locate it online. She's leading us directly to the man who killed her.
Lestrade: Unless he got rid of it.
John Watson: We know he didn't.
Sherlock Holmes: Come on, come on. Quickly!
Mrs. Hudson: Sherlock, dear. This taxi driver...
Sherlock Holmes: Mrs. Hudson, isn't it time for your evening soother? Get vehicles, get a helicopter. This phone battery won't last forever.
Lestrade: We'll just have a map reference, not a name.
Sherlock Holmes: It's a start!
John Watson: Sherlock...
Sherlock Holmes: Narrows it down from just anyone in London. It's the first proper lead that we've had.
John Watson: Sherlock...
Sherlock Holmes: Where is it? Quickly, where?
John Watson: Here. It's... in 221 Baker Street.
Sherlock Holmes: How can it be here? How?
Lestrade: Maybe it was in the case when you brought it back and it... fell out somewhere. Sherlock Holmes: What, and I didn't notice it? Me - I didn't notice?
John Watson: Anyway, we texted him and he called back.
Lestrade: Guys, we're also looking for a mobile somewhere here, belonged to the victim... Sherlock Holmes: 'Who do we trust, even if we don't know them? Who passes unnoticed wherever they go? Who hunts in the middle of a crowd?'
[TEXT MESSAGE] COME WITH ME
John Watson: Sherlock, you OK?
Sherlock Holmes: What? Yeah, yeah... I'm fine.
John Watson: So, how can the phone be here?
Sherlock Holmes: Don't know.
John Watson: I'll try it again.
Sherlock Holmes: Good idea.
John Watson: Where are you going?
Sherlock Holmes: Fresh air, just popping outside for a moment. Won't be long.
John Watson: You sure you're all right?
Sherlock Holmes: I'm fine.

Cabbie: Taxi for Sherlock Holmes.
Sherlock Holmes: I didn't order a taxi.
Cabbie: Doesn't mean you don't need one.
Sherlock Holmes: You're the cabbie. The one who stopped outside Northumberland Street. It was you. Not your passenger.
Cabbie: See? No-one ever thinks about the cabbie. It's like you're invisible. Just the back of an 'ead. Proper advantage for a serial killer.
Sherlock Holmes: Is this a confession?
Cabbie: Oh, yeah. I'll tell you what else... If you call the coppers now, I won't run. I'll sit quiet and they can take me down, I promise.
Sherlock Holmes: Why?
Cabbie: Because you're not going to do that.
Sherlock Holmes: Am I not?
Cabbie: I didn't kill those four people, Mr. Holmes. I spoke to 'em... and they killed themselves. If you get the coppers now, I'll promise you one thing. I will never tell you what I said.
Sherlock Holmes: No-one else will die, though, and I believe they call that a result.
Cabbie: And you won't ever understand how those people died. What kind of result do you care about?
Sherlock Holmes: If I wanted to understand... what would I do?
Cabbie: Let me take you for a ride.
Sherlock Holmes: So you can kill me too?
Cabbie: I don't want to kill you, Mr. Holmes. I'm going to talk to ya... and then you're going to kill yourself.

John Watson: He just got in a cab... It's Sherlock. He just drove off in a cab.
Sally Donovan: I told you, he does that. He bloody left again. We're wasting our time! John Watson: I'm...calling the phone, it's ringing out.
Lestrade: And if it's ringing, it's not here.
John Watson: I'll try the search again.
Sally Donovan: Does it matter? Does any of it? He's just a lunatic, and he'll always let you down. And you're wasting your time. All our time.
Lestrade: OK, everybody... done here.

Sherlock Holmes: How did you find me?
Cabbie: Oh, I recognised ya. Soon as I saw you chasing my cab. Sherlock Holmes! I was warned about you. I've been on your website, too. Brilliant stuff! Loved it.
Sherlock Holmes: Who warned you about me?
Cabbie: Just someone out there who's noticed.
Sherlock Holmes: Who? Who would notice me?
Cabbie: You're too modest, Mr. Holmes.
Sherlock Holmes: I'm really not.
Cabbie: Got yourself a fan.
Sherlock Holmes: Tell me more.
Cabbie: That's all you're going to know. In THIS lifetime.

Lestrade: Why did he do that? Why did he have to leave? John Watson: You know him better than I do.
Lestrade: I've known him for five years - and no, I don't. John Watson: So why do you put up with him?

Lestrade: Because I'm desperate, that's why. And because Sherlock Holmes is a great man and I think one day, if we're very, very lucky, he might even be a good one.

Sherlock Holmes: Where are we?
Cabbie: You know every street in London. You know exactly where we are.
Sherlock Holmes: Roland-Kerr Further Education College. Why here?
Cabbie: It's open. Cleaners are in. One thing about being a cabbie - you always know a nice quiet spot for a murder. I'm surprised more of us don't branch out.
Sherlock Holmes: And you just walk your victims in? How? Oh... Dull.
Cabbie: Don't worry. It gets better.
Sherlock Holmes: You can't make people take their own lives at gunpoint.
Cabbie: I don't. It's much better than that. Don't need this with you. Because you'll follow me.

Cabbie: Well, what do you think? It's up to you. You're the one who's going to die here. Sherlock Holmes: No, I'm not.
Cabbie: That's what they all say. Shall we talk?
Sherlock Holmes: Bit risky, wasn't it? Took me away under the eye of about half a dozen policemen. They're not that stupid. And Mrs. Hudson will remember you.

Cabbie: You call that a risk? Nah... THIS is a risk. Oh, I like this bit. Cos you don't get it yet, do ya?
But you're about to. I just have to do this... Weren't expecting that, were ya? Oh, you're going to love this.

Sherlock Holmes: Love what?
Cabbie: Sherlock Holmes! Look at you! Here in the flesh. That website of yours, your fan told me about it.
Sherlock Holmes: My fan?
Cabbie: You are brilliant. You are a proper genius. The Science of Deduction. Now, that... is proper thinking. Between you and me sitting here, why can't people think? Don't it make you mad? Why can't people just think?
Sherlock Holmes: Oh, I see... So you're a proper genius too.
Cabbie: Don't look it, do I? Funny little man driving a cab. But you'll know better in a minute. Chances are it'll be the last thing you EVER know.
Sherlock Holmes: OK, two bottles. Explain.
Cabbie: There's a good bottle and a bad bottle. You take the pill from the good bottle, you live. You take the pill from the bad bottle... you die.
Sherlock Holmes: Both bottles are of course identical.
Cabbie: In every way.
Sherlock Holmes: And you know which is which.
Cabbie: Of course I know.
Sherlock Holmes: But I don't.
Cabbie: Wouldn't be a game if you knew. You're the one who chooses.
Sherlock Holmes: Why should I? I've got nothing to go on. What's in it for me?
Cabbie: I haven't told you the best bit yet. Whatever bottle YOU choose, I take the pill from the other one. And then together... we take our medicine. I won't cheat. It's your choice. I'll take whatever pill you don't. Didn't expect that, did you, Mr. Holmes?
Sherlock Holmes: This is what you did to the rest of them - you gave them a choice? Cabbie: And now I'm giving you one. You take your time. Get yourself together. I want your best game.
Sherlock Holmes: It's not a game, It's chance.
Cabbie: I've played four times. I'm alive. It's not chance, Mr. Holmes, it's chess. It's a game of chess, with one move... and one survivor. And this- this... is the move. Did I just give you the good bottle or the bad bottle? You can choose either one.

John Watson: No, Detective Inspector Lestrade - I need to speak to him. It's important. It's an emergency. Er, left here, please. Left here.

Cabbie: You ready yet, Mr. Holmes? Ready to play?
Sherlock Holmes: Play what? It's a 50:50 chance.
Cabbie: You're not playing the numbers, you're playing ME. Did I just give you the good pillor the bad pill? Is it a bluff, or a double bluff? Or a triple bluff?
Sherlock Holmes: It's still just chance.
Cabbie: Four people, in a row? It's not chance.
Sherlock Holmes: Luck.
Cabbie: It's genius! I know how people think. I know how people think I think. I can see it all like a map inside my head. Everyone's so stupid, even you. Or maybe God just loves me.
Sherlock Holmes: Either way, you're wasted as a cabbie. So... You risked your life four times just to kill strangers? Why?
Cabbie: Time to play.
Sherlock Holmes: Oh, I am playing. This is my turn. There's shaving foam behind your left ear. Nobody's pointed it out to you. Traces of where it's happened before, so obviously you live on your own - there's no-one to tell you. But there's a photograph of children. Their mother's been cut out. If she'd died, she'd still be there. The photograph's old, but the frame's new. You think of your children, but you don't get to see them. Estranged father. She took the kids, but you still love them and it still hurts. Ah, but there's more. Your clothes. Recently laundered, but everything you're wearing is at least... three years old? Keeping up appearances, but not planning ahead. And here you are on a kamikaze murder spree. What's that about? Ah... Three years ago. Is that when they told you? Cabbie: Told me what?
Sherlock Holmes: That you're a dead man walking.
Cabbie: So are you.
Sherlock Holmes: You don't have long, though. Am I right?
Cabbie: Aneurism. Right in 'ere. Any breath could be my last.
Sherlock Holmes: And because you're dying, you've just murdered four people.
Cabbie: I've outlived four people. That's the most fun you can have with an aneurism. Sherlock Holmes: No... No, there's something else. You didn't just kill four people because you're bitter. Bitterness is a paralytic. Love is a much more vicious motivator. Somehow, this is about your children.
Cabbie: Oh... You are good, in't ya?
Sherlock Holmes: But how?
Cabbie: When I die they won't get much, my kids. Not a lot of money in driving cabs. Sherlock Holmes: Or serial killing.
Cabbie: You'd be surprised.
Sherlock Holmes: Surprise me.
Cabbie: I have a sponsor.
Sherlock Holmes: You have a what?
Cabbie: For every life I take, money goes to my kids. The more I kill... the better off they'll be. You see? It's nicer than you think.
Sherlock Holmes: Who'd sponsor a serial killer?
Cabbie: Who'd be a fan of Sherlock Holmes? You're not the only one to enjoy a good murder. There's others out there just like you, except you're just a man. And they're so much more than that.
Sherlock Holmes: What do you mean... more than a man? An organisation...? What? Cabbie: There's a name, that no-one says. And I'm not going to say it either. Now, enough chatter.

Time to choose.
John Watson: Sherlock?! Sherlock!

Sherlock Holmes: What if I don't choose either? I could just walk out of here.
Cabbie: You can take a 50:50 chance, or I can shoot you in the head. Funnily enough, no- one's ever gone for that option.
Sherlock Holmes: I'll have the gun, please.
Cabbie: Are you sure?
Sherlock Holmes: Definitely. The gun.
Cabbie: You don't want to phone a friend?
Sherlock Holmes: The gun. I know a real gun when I see one.
Cabbie: None of the others did.
Sherlock Holmes: Clearly. Well, this has been very interesting. I look forward to the court case.
Cabbie: Just before you go, did you figure it out? Which one's the good bottle?
Sherlock Holmes: Course. Child's play.
Cabbie: Well, which one, then? Which one would you have picked? Just so I know whether I could have beaten you. Come on! Play the game. Oh! Interesting. So what do you think? Shall we? Really... What do you think? Can you beat me? Are you clever enough... to bet your life?

John Watson: SHERLOCK!

Cabbie: I bet you get bored, don't you? I know you do. A man like you. So clever. But what's the point of being clever if you can't prove it? Still the addict. But this... this is what you're really addicted to. You'll do anything... anything at all, to stop being bored. You're not bored now, are ya? Isn't it good?

Sherlock Holmes: Was I right? I was, wasn't I? Did I get it right?! OK... Tell me this. Your sponsor. Who was it? The one who told you about me, my fan. I want a name.
Cabbie: No...
Sherlock Holmes: You're dying, but there's still time to hurt you. Give me a name. A name! Now. The name!

Cabbie: MORIARTY!

Sherlock Holmes: Why have I got this blanket? They keep putting this blanket on me. Lestrade: Yeah, it's for shock.
Sherlock Holmes: I'm not in shock.
Lestrade: Yeah, but some of the guys want to take photographs.

Sherlock Holmes: So, the shooter. No sign?
Lestrade: Cleared off before we got here. But a guy like that would have had enemies, I suppose. One of them could have been following him, but... we've got nothing to go on. Sherlock Holmes: Oh, I wouldn't say that.
Lestrade: OK. Give me.
Sherlock Holmes: The bullet they just dugout of the wall's from a handgun. A kill shot over that distance, that's a crack shot. But not just a marksman, a fighter. His hands couldn't have shaken at all so clearly he's acclimatized to violence. He didn't fire until I was in immediate danger though, so strong moral principle. You're looking for a man probably with a history of military service, and... nerves of steel... Actually, do you know what? Ignore me.
Lestrade: Sorry?

Sherlock Holmes: Ignore all of that. It's just the er... the shock talking. Lestrade: Where are you going?
Sherlock Holmes: I just need to... talk about the rent.
Lestrade: I've still got questions.

Sherlock Holmes: What now? I'm in shock - look, I've got a blanket. Lestrade: Sherlock!
Sherlock Holmes: And, I just caught you a serial killer... More or less. Lestrade: OK. We'll pull you in tomorrow, off you go.

John Watson: Erm- Sergeant Donovan has just been explaining everything. The two pills... Dreadful business, isn't it? Dreadful.
Sherlock Holmes: Good shot.
John Watson: Yes. Yes, must have been. Through that window.

Sherlock Holmes: Well, you'd know. Need to get the powder burns out of your fingers. I don't suppose you'd serve time for this, but let's avoid the court case. Are you all right? John Watson: Yes, of course I'm all right.
Sherlock Holmes: Well, you have just killed a man.

John Watson: Yes... That's true, isn't it? But he wasn't a very nice man.
Sherlock Holmes: No. No, he wasn't, really, was he?
John Watson: Frankly a bloody awful cabbie.
Sherlock Holmes: That's true, he was a bad cabbie. You should have seen the route he took us to get here.

John Watson: Stop it! We can't giggle, it's a crime scene. Stop it.
Sherlock Holmes: Well, you're the one who shot him.
John Watson: Keep your voice down. Sorry, it's just erm... nerves, I think.
Sherlock Holmes: Sorry.
John Watson: You were going to take that damn pill, weren't you?
Sherlock Holmes: Course I wasn't. Biding my time. Knew you'd turn up.
John Watson: No, you didn't. That's how you get your kicks, isn't it - you risk your life to prove you're clever.
Sherlock Holmes: Why would I do that?
John Watson: Because you're an idiot.
Sherlock Holmes: Dinner?
John Watson: Starving.
Sherlock Holmes: End of Baker Street there's a good Chinese. Stays open till two. You can tell a good Chinese by the bottom third of the door handle.
John Watson: Sherlock... That's him, that's the man I was talking to you about.
Sherlock Holmes: I know exactly who that is.
Man: So... Another case cracked. How very public-spirited. Though that's never really your motivation, is it?
Sherlock Holmes: What are you doing here?
Man: As ever, I'm concerned about you.
Sherlock Holmes: Yes, I've been hearing about your "concern".
Man: Always so aggressive. Did it never occur to you that you and I belong on the same side?
Sherlock Holmes: Oddly enough - no.
Man: We have more in common than you'd like to believe. This petty feud between us is simply childish. People will suffer. And you know how it always upset Mummy.
Sherlock Holmes: I upset her? Me? It wasn't me that upset her, Mycroft.
John Watson: No. No, wait... Mummy? Who's Mummy?
Sherlock Holmes: Mother. Our mother. This is my brother, Mycroft. Putting on weight again?

Mycroft Holmes: Losing it, in fact.
John Watson: He's your brother?
Sherlock Holmes: Course he's my brother.
John Watson: So he's not...
Sherlock Holmes: Not what?
John Watson: I don't know... Criminal mastermind?
Sherlock Holmes: Close enough.
Mycroft Holmes: For goodness' sake. I occupy a minor position in the British government. Sherlock Holmes: He is the British government, when he's not too busy being the British secret service or the CIA on a freelance basis. Good evening, Mycroft. Try not to start a war before I get home, you know what it does for the traffic.
John Watson: So, when you say you're concerned about him -you actually are concerned? Mycroft Holmes: Yes, of course.
John Watson: I mean, it actually is a childish feud?
Mycroft Holmes: He's always been so resentful. You can imagine the Christmas dinners. John Watson: Yeah... No... God, no. I'd better erm... Hello again.
Anthea: Hello.
John Watson: We met earlier on this evening.
Anthea: Oh!
John Watson: OK. Goodnight.
Mycroft Holmes: Goodnight, Dr. Watson.

John Watson: So, dim sum. Mmm!
Sherlock Holmes: I can always predict the fortune cookies.
John Watson: No, you can't.
Sherlock Holmes: Almost can. You did get shot, though.
John Watson: Sorry?
Sherlock Holmes: In Afghanistan. There was an actual wound.
John Watson: Oh. Yeah, shoulder.
Sherlock Holmes: Shoulder! I thought so.
John Watson: No, you didn't.
Sherlock Holmes: The left one.
John Watson: Lucky guess.
Sherlock Holmes: I never guess.
John Watson: Yes, you do. What are you so happy about?
Sherlock Holmes: Moriarty.
John Watson: What's Moriarty?
Sherlock Holmes: I've absolutely no idea.
Anthea: Sir, shall we go?
Mycroft Holmes: Interesting, that soldier fellow. He could be the making of my brother... or make him worse than ever. Either way, we'd better upgrade their surveillance status. Grade three active.
Anthea: Sorry, sir. Whose status?
Mycroft Holmes: Sherlock Holmes, and Dr. Watson.

END.

에피소드 2 - 눈 먼 은행원 The Blind Banker

Sherlock S1 E2.pdf

Sherlock
-The Blind Banker- Season1 Episode2

SooLin : The great artisans say the more the teapot is used the more beautiful it becomes. The pot is seasoned by repeatedly pouring tea over the surface. The deposit left on the clay creates this beautiful patina over time. Some pots, the clay has been burnished by tea made over 400 years ago.

(PA SYSTEM : This museum will be closing in 10 minutes.)
Andy : 400 years old, they're letting you use it to make yourself a brew.

SooLin : Some things aren't supposed to sit behind glass, they're made to be touched. To be handled. These pots need attention. The clay is cracking.

Andy : Well, I can't see how a tiny splash of tea is going to help.

SooLin : Sometimes you have to look hard at something to see its value... See? This one shines a little brighter.

Andy : I don't suppose... Um, I mean... I don't suppose that you want to have a drink? Not tea, obviously. Um, in a pub, with me, tonight. Um...?

SooLin : You wouldn't like me all that much. Andy : Can I maybe decide that for myself? SooLin : I can't. I'm sorry. Please stop asking. #

SooLin : Is that security?... Hello?

#
(PA SYSTEM : Can the till supervisor please go to...)

COMPUTER-GENERATED MESSAGE
: Unexpected item in bagging area, please try again. : Item not scanned. Please try again.

John : Can you maybe keep your voice down? COMPUTER-GENERATED MESSAGE : Card not authorised. John : Yes, all right! I've got it.

COMPUTER-GENERATED MESSAGE
: Please use an alternative method of payment. Card not authorised. Please use an alternative method of payment.

John : Keep it. Keep that.

#
Sherlock : You took your time.

John : Yeah, I didn't get the shopping.
Sherlock : What? Why not?
John : Because I had a row in the shop with a chip and PIN machine. Sherlock : You... You had a row with a machine?!
John : Sort of. It sat there and I shouted abuse. Have you got cash? Sherlock : Take my card.

John : You could always go yourself, you know, you've been sitting there all morning, you've not even moved since I left. And what happened about that case you were offered the Jaria diamond?

Sherlock : Not interested... I sent them a message.

#
John : Don't worry about me, I can manage...Is that my computer?

Sherlock : Of course.

John : What?

Sherlock : Mine was in the bedroom.

John : What? And you couldn't be bothered to get up? It's password protected.

Sherlock : In a manner of speaking. Took me less than a minute to guess yours not exactly Fort Knox.

John : Right. Thank you... Oh... Need to get a job.

Sherlock : Oh, dull.
John : Listen, um...if you'd be able to lend me some... Sherlock, are you listening?

Sherlock : I need to go to the bank.

#
John : Yes, when you said we were going to the bank...

Sherlock : Sherlock Holmes.

#
Sebastian : Sherlock Holmes.

Sherlock : Sebastian.

Sebastian : Hiya, buddy. How long-eight years since I last clapped eyes on you? Sherlock : This is my friend , John Watson.
Sebastian : Friend?
John : Colleague.

Sebastian : Right. Grab a pew. Do you need anything, coffee, water? No? We're all sorted here, thanks.

Sherlock : So you're doing well. You've been abroad a lot.

Sebastian : Well, so?

Sherlock : Flying all the way around the world twice in a month.

Sebastian : Right. You're doing that thing. We were at uni together, and this guy here had a trick he used to do.

Sherlock : It's not a trick.

Sebastian : He could look at you and tell you your whole life story.

John : Yes, I've seen him do it.

Sebastian : Put the wind up every body, we hated it. We'd come down to breakfast in the formal hall and this freak would know you'd been shagging the previous night.

Sherlock : I simply observed.
Sebastian : Go on, enlighten me. Two trips a month, flying all the way around the world, you're quite right. How could you tell? Are you going to tell me there's a stain on my tie from some special kind of ketchup you can only buy in Manhattan?

Sherlock : No, I...
Sebastian : Is it the mud on my shoes?
Sherlock : I was just chatting with your secretary outside. She told me. Sebastian : I'm glad you could make it over, we've had a break-in.

#
Sebastian : Sir William's office the bank's former chairman. The room's been left here like a sort of memorial. Some one broke in late last night.

John : What did they steal?

Sebastian : Nothing. Just left a little message... 60 seconds apart. So, someone came up here in the middle of the night, splashed paint around and left with in a minute.

Sherlock : How many ways into that office?

Sebastian : Well, that's where this gets really interesting. Every door that opens in this bank, it gets locked right here. Every walk-in cup board, every toilet.

Sherlock : That door didn't open last night?

Sebastian : There's a hole in our security. Find it and we'll pay you five figures. This is an advance. Tell me how he got in. There's a bigger one on its way.

Sherlock : I don't need an incentive, Sebastian.
John : He's, er... he's kidding you, obviously. Shall I look after that for him? Thanks.

#
John : Two trips around the world this month. You didn't ask his secretary, you said that just to irritate him. How did you know?

Sherlock : Did you see his watch? John : His watch?

Sherlock : The time was right, but the date was wrong. Said two days ago. Crossed the date linetwice and he didn't alter it.
John : Within a month? How did you get that?

Sherlock : New Breitling. Only came out this February.
John : OK. So do you think we should sniff around here for a bit longer?

Sherlock : Got everything I need to know already, thanks. That graffiti was a message. Someone at the bank, working on the trading floors. We find the intended recipient and...

John : They'll lead us to the person who sent it?
Sherlock : Obvious.
John : Well, there's 300 people up there, who was it meant for? Sherlock : Pillars.
John : What?

Sherlock : Pillars and the screens. Very few places you could see that graffiti from. That narrows the field considerably. And of course, the message was left at 11 :34 last night. That tells us a lot.

John : Does it?

Sherlock : Traders come to work at all hours. Some trade with Hong Kong n the middle of the night. That message was intended for somebody who came in at midnight. Not many Van Coons in the phone book. Taxi!

#
John : So what do we do now? Sit here and wait for him to come back?

Sherlock : Just moved in.
John : What?
Sherlock : Floor above, new label. John : Could have just replaced it. Sherlock : No-one ever does that. Woman: Hello?

Sherlock : Hi, um, I live in the flat just below you. I don't think we've met. Woman : No, well, er, I've just moved in.
Sherlock : Actually, I've just locked my keys in my flat.
Woman : Do you want me to buzz you in?

Sherlock : Yeah. And can we use your balcony? Woman : What?!

#
John : Sherlock?.. Sherlock, are you OK?... Yeah, any time you feel like letting me in!

#
John : Do you think he'd lost a lot of money? Suicide is pretty common among City boys.

Sherlock : We don't know that it was suicide. Come on.
John : The door was locked from the inside, you had to climb down the balcony.

Sherlock : Been away three days judging by the laundry. Look at the case, there was something tightly packed inside it.

John : Thanks. I'll take your word for it.
Sherlock : Problem?
John : Yeah, I'm not desperate to root around some bloke's dirty underwear.
Sherlock : Those symbols at the bank, the graffiti, why were they put there?
John : Some sort of code?
Sherlock : Obviously. Why were they painted? Want to communicate, why not use e-mail?

John : Well, maybe he wasn't answering.

Sherlock : Oh, good, you follow.

John : No.

Sherlock : What kind of a message would everyone try to avoid? What about this morning? Those letters you were looking at?

John : Bills?

Sherlock : Yes. He was being threatened.

John : Not by the Gas Board.

Dimmock : ...see if we can get prints off this glass.

Sherlock : Sergeant, we haven't met.

Dimmock : Yeah, I know who you are and I would prefer it if you didn't tamper with any of the evidence.

Sherlock : I phoned Lestrade. Is he on his way?

Dimmock : He's busy. I'm in charge. And it's not Sergeant, it's Detective Inspector Dimmock... We're obviously looking at a suicide.

John : It does seem the only explanation of all the facts.

Sherlock : Wrong, it's one possible explanation of some of the facts. You've got a solution that you like, but you are choosing to ignore anything you seet hat doesn't comply with it.

Dimmock : Like?
Sherlock : Wound's on the right side of his head.
Dimmock : And?
Sherlock : Van Coon was left-handed. Requires quite a bit of contortion. Dimmock : Left-handed?

Sherlock : I'm amazed you didn't notice. All you have to do is look around this flat. Coffee table on the left-hand side, coffee mug handle pointing to the left. Power sockets, habit ually used the ones on the left. Pen and paper on the left of the phone. Picked up with his right, took messages with his left. D'you want me to go on?

John : No, I think you've covered it.

Sherlock : I might as well, I'm almost at the bottom of the list. There's a knife on the bread board with butter on the right side of the blade because he used it with his left. It's highly

unlikely that a left-handed man would shoot himself in the right side of his head. Conclusion, someone broke in here and murdered him only explanation of all of the facts.

Dimmock : But the gun?

Sherlock : He was waiting for the killer. He'd been threa- tened.

Dimmock : What?

John : Today at the bank, sort of a warning.
Sherlock : He fired a shot when his attacker came in.

Dimmock : And the bullet?

Sherlock : Went through the open window.

Dimmock : Oh, come on! What are the chances of that?!

Sherlock : Wait until you get the ballistics report. The bullet in his brain wasn't fired from his gun, I guarantee it.

Dimmock : But if his door was locked from the inside, how did the killer get in? Sherlock : Good, you're finally asking the right questions.

#
Sebastian : He's left trying to sort of cut his hair with a fork, which of course can never be done.

Sherlock : It was a threat, that's what the graffiti meant.
Sebastian : I'm kind of in a meeting. Can you make an appointment with my secretary?

Sherlock : I don't think this can wait. Sorry, Sebastian. One of your traders, someone who worked in your office, was killed.

Sebastian : What?

John : Van Coon. The police are at his flat.

Sebastian : Killed?!

Sherlock : Sorry to interfere with everyone's digestion. Still want to make an appointment? Would maybe nine o'clock at Scotland Yard suit?

#
Sebastian : Harrow, Oxford...very bright guy. Worked in Asia for a while, so...

John : You gave him the Hong Kong accounts?

Sebastian : Lost 5 million in a single morning, made it all back a week later. Nerves of steel, Eddie had.

John : Who'd want to kill him?

Sebastian : We all make enemies.

John : You don't all end up with a bullet through your temple.

Sebastian : Not usually. Excuse me. It's my chairman. Police have been on to him. Apparently they're telling him

Sherlock : it was a suicide. Well they've got it wrong, Sebastian. He was murdered. Sebastian : Well, I'm afraid they don't see it like that.
Sherlock : So?
Sebastian : And neither does my boss. I hired you to do a job. Don't get side tracked. John : I thought bankers were all supposed to be heart less bastards.

#
Museum Director : I need you to get over to Crispians. Two Ming vases up for auction - Chenghua. Will you appraise them?

Andy : Soo Lin should go she's the expert.
Museum Director : Soo Lin has resigned her job. I need you.

#
Sarah : Just locum work.

John : No, that's fine.

Sarah : You're, um...Well, you're a bit over-qualified.

John : Er, I could always do with the money.

Sarah : Well, we've got two away on holiday this week and one's just left to have a baby. It might be a bit mundane for you.

John : Er, no, mundane is good, sometimes. Mundane works. Sarah : It says here you were a soldier.
John : And a doctor.
Sarah : Anything else you can do?

John : I learned the clarinet at school. Sarah : Oh... well, I'll look forward to it.

#
Sherlock : I said, could you pass me a pen?

John : What? When?

Sherlock : About an hour ago.

John : Didn't notice I'd gone out then? I went to see about a job at that surgery.

Sherlock : How was it?

John : Great. She's great.

Sherlock : Who?

John : The job.

Sherlock : She?!

John : It.

Sherlock : Yeah, have a look.

John : "The intruder who can walk through walls."

Sherlock : It happened last night. Journalist shot dead in his flat. Doors locked, windows bolted from the inside. Exactly the same as Van Coon.

John : God! You think...?
Sherlock : He's killed another one.

#
Sherlock : Brian Lukis, freelance journalist, murdered in his flat. Doors locked from the inside.

John : You've got to admit, it's similar. Both men killed by someone who can walk through solid walls.

Sherlock : Inspector, do you seriously believe that Eddie Van Coon was just another city suicide? You have seen the ballistics report, I suppose? And the shot that killed him. Was it fired from his own gun?

Dimmock : No.

Sherlock : No. So this investigation might move a bit quicker if you wereto take my word as gospel. I've just handed you a murder inquiry. Five minutes in his flat.

#
Sherlock : Four floors up. That's why they think they're safe. Put a chain across the door,bolt it shut, think they're impregnable. They don't reckon for one second that there's another way in.

Dimmock : I don't understand.

Sherlock : Dealing with a killer who can climb. Dimmock : What are you doing?

Sherlock : Clings to the walls like an insect. That's how he got in. Dimmock : What?!

Sherlock : He climbed up the side of the walls, ran along the roof dropped in through this skylight.

Dimmock : You're not serious?! Like Spider-Man?

Sherlock : He scaled six floors of a Docklands apartment building, jumped the balcony and killed Van Coon.

Dimmock : Oh, hold on!

Sherlock : That's how he got into the bank-ran along the window ledge onto the terrace. I have to find out what connects these two men...

#
Sherlock : Date stamped on the bookis the same day that he died...

John : Sherlock?

#
Sherlock : So, the killer goes to the bank, leaves a threatening cipher at the bank. Van Coon panics, returns to his apartment, locks himself in. Hours later, he dies.

John : The killer finds Lukis at the library, he writes the cipher on the she lf where he knows it'll be seen. Lukis goes home.

Sherlock : Late that night, he dies too. John : Why did they die, Sherlock? Sherlock : Only the cipher can tell us.

#
Sherlock : The world's run on codes and ciphers, John. From the million-pound security system at the bank to the PIN machine you took exception to. Cry ptography In habits our every waking moment.

John : Yes, OK, but...

Sherlock : But it's all computer generated electronic codes, electronic ciphering methods. This is different. It's an ancient device. Modern code-breaking methods won't unravel it.

John : Where are we headed?

Sherlock : I need to ask some advice.

John : What?! Sorry?

Sherlock : You heard me perfectly. I'm not saying it again.

John : You need advice?

Sherlock : On painting. Yes, I need to talk to an expert.

#
Raz : Part of a new exhibition.

Sherlock : Interesting.

Raz : I call it... Urban Bloodlust Frenzy.

John : Catchy!

Raz : I've got two minutes beforea Community Support Officer comes around that corner. Can we do this while I'm working?

Sherlock : Know the author?

Raz : I recognise the paint. It's like Michigan...hard-core propellant. I'd say zinc.

Sherlock : And what about the symbols? Do you recognise them?

Raz : I'm not even sure it's a proper language.

Sherlock : Two men have been murdered, Raz. Deciphering this is the key to finding out who killed them.

Raz : And this is all you've got to go on? It's hardly much, is it? Sherlock : Are you going to help us or not?
Raz : I'll ask around.
Sherlock : Somebody must know something about it.

Police : Oi! What the hell do you think you're doing? This gallery is a listed public building. John : No, no. Wait, wait. It's not me who painted that. I was just holding this for...
Police : Bit of an enthusiast, are we?

#
Andy : She was right in the middle of an important piece of restoration. Why would she suddenly resign?
Museum Director : Family problems. She said so in her letter.

Andy : But she doesn't have a family. She came to this country on her own.

Museum Director : Andy!

Andy : Look, those teapots, those ceramics. They've become her obsession. She's been working on restoring them for weeks. I can't believe that she would just... abandon them.

Museum Director : Perhaps she was getting a bit of unwanted attention?

#
Sherlock : You've been a while.

John : Yeah, well, you know how it is. Custody sergeants don't really like to be hurried. Sherlock : do they?

John : Just formalities. Fingerprints, charge sheet, and I've got to bein magistrates' court on Tuesday.

Sherlock : What?
John : Me, Sherlock! In court, on Tuesday! They're giving me an ASBO! Sherlock : Good, fine.
John : You want to tell your little palhe's welcome to go and own up any time.

Sherlock : This symbol, I still can't place it. No, I need you to go to the police station and ask about the journalist. The personal effects will have been impounded. Get hold of his diary, or something that will tell us his movements. Go and see Van Coon's PA. If you retrace their steps, somewhere they'll coincide.

John : Scotland Yard.

#
Amanda : Flew back from Dalian Friday. Looks like he had back-to-back meeting swith the sales team.

Sherlock : Can you print me up a copy? Amanda : Sure.

Sherlock : What about the day he died? Can you tell me where he was? Amanda : Sorry, I've got a gap. I have all his receipts.

#
Dimmock : Your friend...

John : Listen, whatever you say, I'm behind you 1 00 per cent. Dimmock : ...he's an arrogant sod.

John : Well, that was mild. People say a lot worse than that. Dimmock : This is what you wanted, isn't it? The journalist's diary?

#
Sherlock : What kind of a boss was he, Amanda? Appreciative?

Amanda : Um, no. That's not a word I'd use. The only things Eddie appreciated had a big price tag.

Sherlock : Like that hand cream. He bought that for you, didn't he?.. Look at this one. Got a taxi from him on the day he died, ₤18.50.

Amanda : That would get him to the office.

Sherlock : Not rush hour. Check the time. Mid-morning. 18 would get him as far as...

Amanda : ...The West End. I remember him saying.

Sherlock : Underground, printed at one in Piccadilly.

Amanda : So he got a Tube back to the office. Why would he get a taxi into town and then the Tube back?

Sherlock : Because he was delivering something heavy. You wouldn't lug a package up the escalator.

Amanda : Delivering?!

Sherlock : To somewhere near Piccadilly Station. Dropped the package, delivered it, and then... Stopped on his way. He got peckish.

#
Sherlock : So you bought your lunch from here en route to the station but where were you headed from? Where did the taxi drop you? Oof!

John : Right.

Sherlock : Eddie Van Coon brought a package here the day he died. Whatever was hidden inside that case... I've managed to piece together a picture using scraps of information credit card bills, receipts. He flew back from China, then he came here.

John : Sherlock.
Sherlock : Somewhere in this street, somewhere near. I don't know where, but... John : That shop, over there.
Sherlock : How could you tell?
John : Lukis's diary. He was here too. He wrote down the address.

Sherlock : Oh.

#
John : Hello.

Woman : You want...lucky cat?
John : No, thanks, no.
Woman : ₤10! ₤10! I think your wife, she will like. John : Um, maybe... Sherlock... The label there. Sherlock : Yes, I see it.
John : It's exactly the same as the cipher.

#
Sherlock : It's an ancient number system Hang Zhou. These days only street traders use it. Those were numbers written on the wallat the bank, and at the library. Numbers written inan ancient Chinese dialect.

John : It's a 15. What we thought was the artist's tag, it's a number 15.

Sherlock : And the blind fold, the horizontal line. That was a number as well. The Chinese number one, John.

John : We found it.

#
John : Two men travel back from China, both head straight for the Lucky Cat emporium. What did they see?

Sherlock : It's not what they saw. It's what they both brought back in those suitcases.

John : And you don't mean duty free... Thank you.
Sherlock : Think about what Sebastian told us. About Van Coon, about how he stayed afloat in the market.

John : Lost 5 million.
Sherlock : Made it back in a week. That's how he made such easy money. John : He was a smuggler. Mm.

Sherlock : Cover would have been perfect. Businessman, making frequent trips to Asia. Lukis was the same, a journalist writing about China. Both of them smuggled stuff about. The Lucky Cat was their drop-off.

John : But why did they die? It doesn't make sense. If they both turn up at the shop and deliver the goods, why would someone threaten them and kill them after the event, after they'd finished the job?

Sherlock : What if one of them was light-fingered?
John : How do you mean?
Sherlock : Stole something. Something from the hoard.
John : The killer doesn't know which of them took it so threatens them both. Right. Sherlock : Remind me. When was the last time that it rained?

#
Sherlock : It's been here since Monday... No-one's been in that flat for at least three days.

John : Could have gone on holiday.

Sherlock : Do you leave your windows open when you go on holiday?

John : Sherlock!

Sherlock : Someone else has been here. Somebody else broke into the flat and knocked over the vase, just like I did.

John : Do you think maybe you could let me in this time? Can you not keep doing this, please?

Sherlock : I'm not the first.

John : What?

Sherlock : Somebody's been in here before me.

John : What are you saying?

Sherlock : Size eight feet. Small, but...athletic.

John : I'm wasting my breath.

Sherlock : Small, strong hands. Our acrobat. Why didn't he close the window when he lef...? Oh, stupid, stupid! Obvious. He's still here.

John : Any time you want to include me... Sherlock : John... John!

John : Oh, I'm Sherlock Holmes and I always work alone because no-one else can compete with my massive intellect!

#
Sherlock : The milk's gone off and the washing's started to smell. Somebody left here in a hurry three days ago.

John : Somebody?

Sherlock : Soo Lin Yao. We have to find her.

John : How, exactly?

(SOOLIN PLEASE RING ME TELL ME YOU'RE OK -ANDY)

Sherlock : We could start with this.

John : You've gone all croaky. Are you getting a cold?

Sherlock : I'm fine.

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Sherlock : When was the last time that you saw her?

Andy: Three days ago. Here at the museum. This morning they told me she'd resigned. Just like that. Left her work unfinished.

Sherlock : What was the last thing that she did on her final afternoon?

Andy : She does this demonstration for the tourists, a tea ceremony. So she would have packed up her thing sand just put them in here.

#
Sherlock : We have to get to Soo Lin Yao.

John : If she's still alive.

Raz : Sherlock!
John : Oh, look who it is.

Raz : Found something you'll like.

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John : Tuesday morning, all you've got to do is turn up and say the bag was yours.

Sherlock : Forget about your court date. Girl: Dude, that was rad!

Sherlock : You want to hide a tree, then a forest is the best place to do it, wouldn't you say? People would just walk straight past, not knowing, unable to decipher the message.

Raz : There. I spotted it earlier.
Sherlock : They've been here. And that's the exact same paint?
Raz : Yeah.
Sherlock : John, if we're going to decipher this code, we need to look for more evidence.

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John : Answer your phone. I've been calling you. I found it... It's been painted over. I don't understand. It was... here. 10 minutes ago. I saw it. A whole load of graffiti.

Sherlock : Somebody doesn't want me to see it. John : Sherlock, what are you doing...?

Sherlock : Ssh! John, concentrate. I need you to concen- trate. Close your eyes.

John : What? Why? Why? What are you doing?

Sherlock : I need you to maximise your visual memory. Try to picture what you saw. Can you picture it?

John : Yeah.

Sherlock : Can you remember it?

John : Yes, definitely.

Sherlock : Can you remember the pattern?

John : Yes.

Sherlock : How much can you remember it?

John : Look, don't worry.

Sherlock : Because the average human memory on visual matters is only 62% accurate.

John : Well, don't worry, I remember all of it.

Sherlock : Really?

John : Well at least I would, if I could get to my pockets. I took a photograph.

#
Sherlock : Always in pairs, John, look. Numbers... come with partners.

John : God, I need to sleep.

Sherlock : Why did he paint it so near the tracks? No idea. Thousands of people pass by there every day.

John : Just 20 minutes...

Sherlock : Of course. Of course, he wants information. He's trying to communicate with his people in the underworld. Whatever was stolen, he wants it back. It's somewhere here, in a code. We can't crack this without Soo Lin Yao.

John : Oh, good.

#
Sherlock : Two men who travelled back from China were murdered. And their killer left them messagesn in Hang Zhou numerals.

John : Soo Lin Yao is in danger. That cipher, it was just the same pattern as the others. He means to kill her as well.

Andy : Look, I've tried everywhere friends, colleagues. I don't know where she's gone. I mean, she could bea thousand miles away.

John : What are you looking at?
Sherlock : Tell me more about those teapots.

Andy : The pots were her obsession. They need urgent work. If they dry out, then the clay can start to crumble. Apparently, you have to just keep making tea in them.

Sherlock : Yesterday, only one of those potswas shining. Now, there are two.

#
Sherlock : Fancy a biscuit with that? Centuries old. Don't want to break that. Hello.

SooLin : You saw the cipher. Then you know he is coming for me.
Sherlock : You've been clever to avoid him so far.
SooLin : I had to finish. To finish this work. It's only a matter of time. I know he will find me. Sherlock : Who is he? Have you met him before?
SooLin : When I was a girl, we met in China. I recognised his... signature.
Sherlock : The cipher?
SooLin : Only he would do this. Zhi Zhu.
John : Zhi Zhu?
Sherlock : The spider.
SooLin : You know this mark?
Sherlock : Yes. It's the mark of a Tong.
John : Huh?
Sherlock : Ancient crime syndicate, based in China.

SooLin : Every foot soldier bears the mark. Everyone who hauls for them. John : Hauls? You mean you were a smuggler?

SooLin : I was 15. My parents were dead. I had no livelihood. No way of surviving, day-to- day, except to work for the bosses.

Sherlock : Who are they?

SooLin : They are called the Black Lotus. By the time I was 16, I was taking thousands of pounds worth of drugs across the border into Hong Kong... I managed to leave that life behind me. I came to England. They gave me a job, here. Everything was good. New life.

Sherlock : And he came looking for you.

SooLin : Yes. I hoped, after five years... maybe they would have forgotten me. But they never really let you leave. A small community like ours...they are never very far away. He came to my flat. He asked me to help him to track down something that was stolen.

John : And you've no idea what it was?
SooLin : I refused to help.
John : So, you knew him well when you were living back in China?

SooLin : Oh, yes. He's my brother... Two orphans. We had no choice. We could work for the Black Lotus or starve on the streets, like beggars. My brother has become their puppet. In the power of the one they call Shan. The Black Lotus general. I turned my brother away. He said I had betrayed him. Next day, I came to work and the cipher was waiting.

Sherlock : Can you decipher these?
SooLin : These are numbers.
Sherlock : Yes, I know.
SooLin : Here, the line across the man's eyes, it's the Chinese number one. Sherlock : And this one is 15. But what's the code?

SooLin : All the smugglers know it. It's based upon a book... He's here. Zhi Zhu has found me.

John : No, no, Sherlock. Sherlock, wait! Come here. Get in. Get in!

#
John : I have to go and help him. Bolt the door after me.

Sherlock : Careful! Some of those skulls are over 200,000 years old. Have a bit of respect. Thank you.

#
SooLin : Liang. (SPEAKS CHINESE)

John : Oh, my God.

#
John : How many murders is it going to take before you start believing that this maniac's out there? A young girl was gunned down tonight. That's three victims in three days. You're supposed to be finding him.

Sherlock : Brian Lukis and Eddie Van Coon were working for a gang of international smugglers. A gang called the Black Lotus, operating here in London right under your nose. Dimmock : Can you prove that?

#
Sherlock : What are you thinking? Pork or pasta?

Molly : Oh, it's you.

Sherlock : I suppose it's never going to trouble Egon Ronay, is it? I'd stick with the pasta. Don't want to be doing roast pork, not if you're slicing up cadavers.

Molly : What are you having?
Sherlock : I don't eat when I'm working. Digesting slows me down. Molly : So you're working here tonight?
Sherlock : Need to examine some bodies
Molly : Some?
Sherlock : Eddie Van Coon and Brian Lukis.
Molly : They're on my list.
Sherlock : Could you wheel them out again for me?
Molly : Well...their paper work's already gone through.
Sherlock : You changed your hair.
Molly : What?
Sherlock : The style. It's usually parted in the middle.
Molly : Yes, well...
Sherlock : It's good. It... suits you better this way.
#

Sherlock : We're just interested in the feet.

Molly : The feet?

Sherlock : Yes. Do you mind if we have a look at them? Now, Van Coon. Oh!

Dimmock : So...

Sherlock : So either these two men just happened to visit the same Chinese tattoo parlour or I'm telling the truth.

Dimmock : What do you want?
Sherlock : I want every book from Lukis's apartment and Van Coon's. Dimmock : Their books?

#
Sherlock : Not just a criminal organisation. It's a cult. Her brother was corrupted by one of its leaders.

John : Soo Lin said the name.

Sherlock : Yes, Shan. General Shan.

John : We're still no closer to finding him.

Sherlock : Wrong! We've got almost all we need to know. She gave us most of the missing pieces. Why did he need to visit his sister? Why did he need her expertise?

John : She worked at the museum.

Sherlock : Exactly.

John : An expert in antiquities. Of course, I see.

Sherlock : Valuable antiquities, John. Ancient Chinese relicspur chased on the black market. China's home to a thousand treasures hidden after Mao's revolution.

John : The Black Lotus is selling them.

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Sherlock : Check for the dates...here. John, "arrived from China four days ago". Anonymous. The vendor doesn't give his name. "Two undiscovered treasures from the East."

John : One in Lukis's suitcase and one in Van Coon's.

Sherlock : Antiquities...sold at auction. Look, here's another one. Arrived from China a month ago, Chinese ceramic statue sold for ₤400,000.

John : Look, a month before that, Chinese painting, ₤500,000.

Sherlock : All of them from an anonymous source. They're stealing them back in China and one by one feeding them into Britain.

John : Every single auction coincides with Lukis or Van Coon travelling to China.

Sherlock : So what if one of them got greedy when they were in China? What if one of them stole something?

John : That's why Zhi Zhu's come.

Hudson : Sorry, are we collecting for charity, Sherlock?

Sherlock : What?

Hudson : A young man's outside with crates of books.

#
Sherlock : So the numbers are references.

John : To books.

Sherlock : To specific pages and specific words on those pages.

John : Right, so... 15 and 1, that means?

Sherlock : Turn to page 15 and it's the first word you read.

John : OK, so what's the message?

Sherlock : Depends on the book. That's the cunning of the book code. It has to be one that they both own.

John : OK, fine. This shouldn't take too long, should it?

Dimmock : We found these... at the museum. Is this your writing?

John : Er, we hoped Soo Lin could decipher it for us. Ta.

Dimmock : Anything else I can do? To assist you, I mean.

Sherlock : Some silence right now would be marvellous.

#
Sherlock : Cigarette... Imagine....

John : Oh...

#
Woman : I'm sorry to keep you waiting, but we haven't got anything nowuntil next Thursday. This is taking ages. Sorry. What's the point of booking an appointment if they can't stick to it?

Sarah : Um, what's going on?
Woman : That new doctor you hired, he hasn't buzzed the intercom for ages. Sarah : Let me go and have a word. Excuse me.
Woman : Sorry...

#
Sarah : John? John?

#
John : Looks like I'm done. I thought I had some more to see.

Sarah : Oh, I did one or two of yours.
John : One or two?
Sarah : Well, maybe five or six.
John : I'm sorry, that's not very professional. Sarah : No, not really.

John : I had...a bit of a late one.
Sarah : Oh, right.
John : Anyway, see you.
Sarah : So...what were you doing to keep you up so late? John : I was attending a sort of book event.

Sarah : Oh. Oh, she likes books, does she, your girlfriend? John : No, it wasn't a date.
Sarah : Good. I mean, I'm...
John : And I don't have one tonight.

#
Sherlock : A book that everybody would own... 15 entry 1. ...I need to get some air. We're going out tonight.

John : Actually, I've got a date. Sherlock : What?

John : Where two people who like each other go out and have fun? Sherlock : That's what Iwas suggesting.
John : No, it wasn't. At least, I hope not.
Sherlock : Where are you taking her?

John : Er, cinema.

Sherlock : Dull, boring, predic table... Why don't you try this? In London for one night only. John : Thanks, but I don't come to you for dating advice.

#
Sarah: It's years since anyone took me to the circus.

John : Right, yes. A friend recommended it to meand I phoned up. Sarah : Oh! What are they, a touring compan yor something? John : I don't know much about it.
Sarah : I think they're probably from China.

John : I think so, yes. There's a coincidence!

Woman : That's wonderful, thank you very much.

John : Hi, I have two tickets reserved for tonight.

Man : And what's the name?

John : Holmes.

Man : Actually, I have three in that name.

John : No, I don't think so, we only booked two.

Sherlock : Then I phoned backand got one for myself as well. I'm Sherlock.

Sarah : Hi.

Sherlock : Hello.

#
John : You couldn't let me have just one night off.

Sherlock : Yellow Dragon Circus, in London for one day. It fits. The Tong sent an assassin to England...

John : Dressed as a tight rope walker. Come on, Sherlock, behave!

Sherlock : We're looking for a killer who can climb, who can shin up a rope. Where else would you find that level of dexterity? Exit visas are scarce in China. They need a good reason to get out of that country. All I need to dois have a quick look around...

John : Fine. You do that, I'll take Sarah for a pint.

Sherlock : I need your help.

John : I do have a couple of other things on my mind this evening.

Sherlock : Like what?

John : You are kidding?

Sherlock : What's so important?

John : Sherlock, I'm in the middle of a date. You're going to chase some killer while I'm trying to...

Sherlock : What?
John : While I'm trying to get off with Sarah. Hey...ready? Sarah : Yeah.

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John : You said circus. This is not a circus. Look at the size of this crowd. Sherlock, this is...art.

Sherlock : This is not their day job.
John : Sorry, I forgot, they're not a circus, they're a gang of international smugglers.

#
Sherlock : Classic Chinese escapology act.

John : Hm?

Sherlock : The crossbow's on a delicate string. The warrior has to escape his bonds before it fires.

#
Sherlock : She splits the sandbag, the sand pours out. Gradually, the weight lowers into the bowl.

Sarah : Thank God. John : My God!

#
Woman : Ladies and gentlemen. From the distant moonlit shores of the Yangtze River, we present, for your pleasure,

the deadly Chinese bird spider. John : Did you see that?

#
Sherlock : Well, well... Found you....

#
Sherlock : Come on. Let's go!

#
Dimmock : I sent a couple of cars. The old hall is totally deserted.

Sherlock : Look, I saw the mark at the circus. The tattoo that we saw on the two bodies, the mark of the Tong.

John : Lukis and Van Coon were part ofa smuggling operation. One of them stole something when they were in China. Something valuable.

Sherlock : The circus performers were gang members sent here to get it back. Dimmock : Get what back?
John : We don't know.

Dimmock : You don't know? Mr Holmes, I've done everything you asked. Lestrade, he seems to think your advice is worth something. I gave the order for a raid. Please tell me I'll have something to show for it. Other than a massive bill for overtime.

#
John : They'll be back in China by tomorrow.

Sherlock : No, they won't leave without what they came for. We need to find a hideout. A rendezvous. Somewhere in this message it must tell us.

Sarah : Well, I think perhaps I should leave you to it. John : No, you don't have to go. Stay.
Sherlock : Yes, it'd be better if you left now.
John : He's kidding. Please stay if you'd like.

Sarah : Is it just me or is anyone else starving? Sherlock : Oh, God.

#
Sarah : So this is what you do. You and John, you solve puzzles for a living.

Sherlock : Consulting detective.

Sarah : Oh.

John : Oh!

Sarah : What are these squiggles?

Sherlock : They're numbers. An ancient Chinese dialect. Sarah : Oh, right. Well, of course I should have known that.

Hudson : I've done punchand a bowl of nibbles. John : Mrs Hudson, you are a saint.

Hudson : If it was Monday, I'd have been to the super- market.

John : Thank you. Thank you.

Sarah : So these numbers, it's a cipher?

Sherlock : Exactly. And each pair of numbers is a word?

Sherlock : How did you know that?

Sarah : Well, two words have already been translated. Here.

Sherlock : John.

John : Mmm?

Sherlock : John, look at this. Soo Lin at the museum, she started to trans late the code for us. We didn't see it. Nine mill.

John : Does that mean millions?
Sherlock : Nine million quid. For what? We need to know the end of this sentence.
John : Where are you going?
Sherlock : To the museum, to the restoration room. We must have been staring right at it. John : At what?

Sherlock : The book, John. The book. The key to cracking the cipher. Soo Lin used it to do this. Whilst we were running around the gallery, she started to trans late the code. It must be on her desk.

#
Sherlock : Taxi!.... Entschuldigen Sie, bitte.

Man : Ja, danke!

Sherlock : (A book that everybody would own.) Please, wait! Bitte! Man : Was wollt er? Hey, du, was machst du?
Sherlock : Minute!
Man : Gib mir doch mein Buch zuruck!

#
Sarah : Yeah. No, absolutely. I mean, a quiet night inis just what the doctor ordered. I mean, I love to go out of an evening and wrestle a few Chinese gangsters generally, but a girl can get too much.

John : OK. Er, shall we get a takeaway? Sarah : Yeah.

#
Sherlock : Page 15 entry 1... Page 15, entry 1. Dead man. You were threat ening to kill them. That's the first cipher. 9... 0... 15... er, 15 and 36. 36, 39, 39... 39... 9... "Nine", "mill", "for"...

#
John : Blimey, that was quick. I'll just pop down.

Sarah : Do you want me to lay the table? John : Um...eat off trays?
Sarah : Yeah.
#

Sherlock : 70...35... Jade... Jade.

#
John : Sorry to keep you. How much do you want?

Man : Do you have it?

John : What?

Man : Do you have the treasure?

John : I don't understand.

#
Sherlock : "Nine mill forjade pin. Dragon den, black... tramway."

#

Sherlock : John! John, I've got it. The cipher, the book. It's the London AtoZ that they're us...

#
Shan : A book is like a magic garden, carried in your pocket. Chinese proverb, Mr Holmes. John : I'm... I'm not Sherlock Holmes.

Shan : Forgive me if I do not take your word for it. John : Ow!
Shan : Debit card, name of... S Holmes. (Sherlock : Take my card.)

John : Yes, that's not actually mine. He lent that to me.

Shan : And a cheque for ₤5,000 made out in the name of Mr Sherlock Holmes.

John : Yeah, he gave me that to look after.

Shan : Tickets from the theatre collected by you, name of Holmes.

John : Yes, OK.

(Man : What's the name? John : Er, Holmes.)

John : I realise what this looks like. But I'm not him.

Shan : We heard it from your own mouth.

John : What?

Shan : "I am Sherlock Holmes and I always work alone."

(John : Because no-one else can compete with my massive intellect.)

John : Did I really say that? I suppose there's no use me trying to persuade you I was doing an impression.

Shan : I am Shan.
John : You're... You're Shan?

Shan : Three times we tried to kill you and your companion, Mr Holmes. What does it tell you when an assassin cannot shoot straight?... It tells you that they're not really trying.

#
Sherlock : Tramway... There.

#

Shan : Not blank bullets now. John : OK.

Shan : If we wanted to kill you, Mr Holmes, we would have done it by now. We just wanted to make you inquisitive. Do you have it?

John : Do I have what?

Shan : The treasure.

John : I don't know what you're talking about.

Shan : I would prefer to make certain. Everything in the West has its price. And the price for her life information.

John : I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Shan : Where's the hairpin? John : What?

Shan : The Empress pinvalued at ₤9 million sterling? We already had a buyer in the West and then one of our people was greedy, he took it, brought it back to London, and you, Mr Holmes, have been searching.

John : Please, please. Listen to me. I'm not... I'm not Sherlock Holmes. You have to believe me. I haven't found whatever it is you're looking for.

Shan : I need a volunteer from the audience.
John : No, please, please!
Shan : Ah, thank you, lady. Yes, you'll do very nicely.

#
Shan : Ladies and gentlemen, from the distant, moonlit shores of NW1, we present for your pleasure, Sherlock Holmes' pretty companion in a death-defying act.

John : Please!

Shan : You've seen the act before. How dull for you. You know how it ends.

John : I'm not Sherlock Holmes!

Shan : I don't believe you.

Sherlock : You should, you know. Sherlock Holmes is nothing at all like him. How would you describe me, John? Resourceful? Dynamic? Enigmatic?

John : Late?

Sherlock : That's a semi-automatic. If you fire it, the bullet will travel atover 1 ,000 metres per second.

Shan : Well?

Sherlock : Well... the radius curvature of these walls is nearly four metres. If you miss, the bullet will ricochet. Could hit anyone. Might even bounce off the tunnel and hit you.

#
Sherlock : It's all right. You're going to be all right. It's over now.

John : Don't worry. Next date won't be like this.

#
Sherlock : We'll just slip off. No need to mention us in your report.

Dimmock : Mr Holmes...

Sherlock : I have high hopes for you, Inspector. A glittering career.

Dimmock : I go where you point me.

Sherlock : Exactly.

#
John : Ta. So, nine million.

Sherlock : Million.
John : Million, yes. Nine million for jade pin dragon den black tramway.

Sherlock : An instruction to all their London operatives. A message. What they were trying to reclaim.

John : What, a jade pin?
Sherlock : Worth ₤9 million. Bring it to the Tramway, their London hideout. John : Hang on. A hairpin worth ₤9 million?
Sherlock : Apparently.
John : Why so much?
Sherlock : Depends who owned it.

#
Sherlock : Two operatives based in London. They travel over to Dalian to smuggle those vases. One of them helps himself to something, a little hairpin.

John : Worth ₤9 million.
Sherlock : Eddie Van Coon was the thief, he stole the treasure when he was in China.

John : How do you know it was Van Coon, not Lukis? Even the killer didn't know that. Sherlock : Because of the soap.

#
Amanda : Amanda?

Sherlock : He brought you a present.
Amanda : Oh, hello.
Sherlock : A little gift when he came back from China.
Amanda : How do you know that?
Sherlock : You weren't just his PA, were you?
Amanda : Someone's been gossiping.
Sherlock : No.
Amanda : Then I don't understand why...
Sherlock : Scented hand soap in his apartment. 300ml of it. Bottle almost finished. Amanda : Sorry...?

Sherlock : I don't think Eddie Van Coon was the type of chap to buy himself hand soap, not unless he had a lady coming over. And it's the same brand as that hand cream there on your desk.

Amanda : Look, it wasn't serious between us. It was over in a flash, it couldn't last. He was my boss.

Sherlock : What happened? Why did you end it?

Amanda : I thought he didn't appreciate me. Took me for granted. Stood me up once too often. We'd plan to go away for the weekend and then he'd just leave. Fly off to China at a moment's notice.

Sherlock : And he brought you a present from abroad to say sorry. Can I just have a look at it?

#
Sebastian : He really climbed up onto the balcony?

John : Nail a plank across the window and all your problems are over. Thanks.

#
Amanda : He said he bought itin a street market.

Sherlock : Oh, I don't think that's true. I think he pinched it. Amanda : Yeah, that's Eddie.
Sherlock : Didn't know its value, just thought it would suit you. Amanda : Oh? What's it worth?

Sherlock : ₤9 million.
Amanda : Oh, my God. Oh, my God! Nine million?!

#
John : Over 1,000 years old and it's sitting on her bedside table every night.

Sherlock : He didn't know its value. Didn't know why they were chasing him.

John : Should've just got her a lucky cat. You mind, don't you?

Sherlock : What?

John : That she escaped. General Shan. It's not enough that we got her two henchmen.

Sherlock : Must be a vast network, John. Thousands of operatives. You and I,we barely scratched the surface.

John : You cracked the code though, Sherlock. And maybe Dimmock can track down all of them, now he knows it.

Sherlock : No. No, I crack this code, all the smugglers have to dois pick up another book.

#
Shan : Without you... without your assistance, we would not have foundpassage into London. You have my thanks.

(M : Gratitude is meaningless. It is only the expectation of further favours!)

Shan : We did not anticipate... We did not know this man would come. This Sherlock Holmes. And now your safety is compromised.

(M : They cannot trace this vack to me) Shan : I will not reveal your identity.
(M : I am certain.)

to be continued

에피소드 3 - 잔혹한 게임 The Great Game

Sherlock S1 E3.pdf

SHERLOCK
S01E03 The Great Game

Sherlock Holmes: Just tell me what happened from the beginning.
Mr. Bewick: We had been to a bar, nice place, and, er, I got chatting with one of the waitresses, and Karen weren't happy with that, so when we get back to the hotel, we end up having a bit of a ding-dong. She's always getting at me, saying I weren't a real man. Sherlock Holmes: Wasn't a real man.
Mr. Bewick: What?
Sherlock Holmes: It’s not ‘weren’t’, it’s ‘wasn’t’
Mr. Bewick: Oh.
Sherlock Holmes: Go on.
Mr. Bewick: Well...then I don't know how it happened, but suddenly there's a knife in my hands, and me old man was a butcher, so I know how to handle knives. He learned us how to cut up a beast.
Sherlock Holmes: Taught.
Mr. Bewick: What?
Sherlock Holmes: Taught you how to cut up a beast.
Mr. Bewick: Yeah, well, then I done it.
Sherlock Holmes: Did it.
Mr. Bewick: Did it! Stabbed her, over and over and over, and I looked down, and she weren't...wasn't moving no more. Any more. God help me, I dunno(don’t know) how it happened, but it was an accident, I swear. You've got to help me, Mr. Holmes! Everyone says you're the best. Without you, I'll get hung for this.
Sherlock Holmes: No, no, Mr. Bewick, not at all. Hanged, yes.

John Watson: What the hell are you doing?! Sherlock Holmes: Bored.
John Watson: What?
Sherlock Holmes: Bored!

John Watson: No...
Sherlock Holmes: Bored! Bored! Don't know what's got into the criminal classes. Good job I'm not one of them.
John Watson: So you take it out on the wall?
Sherlock Holmes: The wall had it coming.
John Watson: What about that Russian case?
Sherlock Holmes: Belarus? Open and shut domestic murder. Not worth my time.
John Watson: Oh, shame. Anything in? I'm starving. Oh, f... There's a head. A severed head!
Sherlock Holmes: Just tea for me, thanks.
John Watson: No, there's a head in the fridge.
Sherlock Holmes: Yes?
John Watson: A bloody head!
Sherlock Holmes: Well, where else could I put it? You don't mind, do you?
John Watson: Well...
Sherlock Holmes: Got it from Barts morgue. I'm measuring the coagulation of saliva after death. I see you've written up the taxi driver case.
John Watson: Er...yes.
Sherlock Holmes: A Study in pink. Nice.
John Watson: Well, you know. Pink lady, pink case, pink phone. There was a lot of pink. Did you like it?

Sherlock Holmes: Um...no.
John Watson: Why not? I thought you'd be flattered.
Sherlock Holmes: Flattered?! "Sherlock sees through everything and everyone in seconds." What's incredible, though, is how spectacularly ignorant he is "about some things."
John Watson: Hang on, I didn't mean that...
Sherlock Holmes: Oh, you meant "spectacularly ignorant" in a nice way. Look, it doesn't matter to me who's Prime Minister or... I know...who's sleeping with who...
John Watson: Whether the Earth goes round the sun.
Sherlock Holmes: That again! It's not important!
John Watson: Not impor...?! It's primary school stuff. How can you not know that? Sherlock Holmes: Well, if I ever did, I've deleted it.
John Watson: Deleted it?
Sherlock Holmes: Listen. This is my hard drive, and it only makes sense to put things in there that are useful. REALLY useful. Ordinary people fill their heads with all kinds of rubbish. That makes it hard to get at the stuff that matters. Do you see?
John Watson: But it's the solar system!
Sherlock Holmes: Oh, hell! What does that matter?! So we go round the sun. If we went round the moon, or round and round the garden like a teddy bear, it wouldn't make any difference! All that matters to me is the work! Without that, my brain rots! Put that in your blog! Or, better still, stop inflicting your opinions on the world!
Sherlock Holmes: Where are you going?
John Watson: Out! I need some air.
Mrs. Hudson: Oh, sorry, love! Sorry. Ooh-ooh! Have you two had a little domestic? Ooh, it's a bit nippy out there. He should have wrapped himself up a bit more.
Sherlock Holmes: Look at that, Mrs Hudson. Quiet. Calm. Peaceful. Isn't it hateful?
Mrs. Hudson: Oh, I'm sure something will turn up, Sherlock. A nice murder. That'll cheer you up.
Sherlock Holmes: Mmm... Can't come too soon.
Mrs. Hudson: Hey, what have you done to my bloody wall?! I'm putting this on your rent, young man!

Sarah Sawyer: Morning.
John Watson: Oh...m-morning.
Sarah Sawyer: See? Told you should have gone with the Lilo.
John Watson: No, no, no, it's fine, I slept fine. It's very kind of you.
Sarah Sawyer: Well, maybe next time I'll let you kip at the end of my bed, you know. Newsreader: '...which was discovered mouldering...18 months ago.
John Watson: What about the time after that?
Newsreader: 'Experts are hailing it as the artistic find of the century...'
Sarah Sawyer: Do you want some breakfast?
John Watson: Love some.
Sarah Sawyer: Well, make it yourself. I'm going to have a shower.
Newsreader: '..It fetched over 20million.’... 'This one is anticipated to do even better. Back now to our main story. 'There's been a massive explosion in central London. 'As yet, there are no reports of any casualties, and the police are unable to say 'if there's any suspicion of terrorist involvement.'
John Watson: Sarah!
Newsreader: 'Police have issued an emergency number...'
John Watson: Sarah!
Newsreader: '..for friends and relatives.'

John Watson: Sorry! I've got to run!

John Watson: Excuse me, Can I get through? Excuse me. Can I get through? I live over there. Sherlock! Sherlock!
Sherlock Holmes: John.
John Watson: I saw it on the telly. Are you OK?

Sherlock Holmes: Me? What? Oh, yeah, fine. Gas leak, apparently. I can't. Mycroft Holmes: Can't?
Sherlock Holmes: Stuff I've got on is just too big. I can't spare the time. Mycroft Holmes: Never mind your usual trivia. This is of national importance. Sherlock Holmes: How's the diet?

Mycroft Holmes: Fine. Perhaps you can get through to him, John.
John Watson: What?
Mycroft Holmes: I'm afraid my brother can be very intransigent.
Sherlock Holmes: If you're so keen, why don't you investigate it?
Mycroft Holmes: No. I can't possibly be away from the office for any length of time. Not with the Korean elections so... Well, you don't need to know about that, do you? Besides, a case like this, it requires...legwork.

Sherlock Holmes: How's Sarah, John? How was the Lilo? Mycroft Holmes: Sofa, Sherlock. It was the sofa. Sherlock Holmes: Oh, yes, of course.
John Watson: How...? Oh, never mind.

Mycroft Holmes: Sherlock's business seems to be booming since you and he became pals. What's he like to live with? Hellish, I imagine.
John Watson: I'm never bored.
Mycroft Holmes: Good. That's good, isn't it? Andrew West, known as Westie to his friends. Civil servant. Found dead on the tracks at Battersea station this morning with his head smashed in.

John Watson: Jumped in front of a train?
Mycroft Holmes: Seems the logical assumption.
John Watson: But?
Mycroft Holmes: But?
John Watson: Well, you wouldn't be here if it was just an accident.
Sherlock Holmes: Hah!
Mycroft Holmes: The MoD is working on a new missile defence system, the Bruce- Partington Program it's called. The plans for it were on a memory stick.
John Watson: That wasn't very clever.
Mycroft Holmes: It's not the only copy.
John Watson: Oh.
Mycroft Holmes: But it is secret. And missing.
John Watson: Top secret?
Mycroft Holmes: Very. We think West must have taken the memory stick. We can't risk it falling into the wrong hands. You've got to find those plans, Sherlock. Don't make me order you.
Sherlock Holmes: I'd like to see you try.
Mycroft Holmes: Think it over. Goodbye, John.
John Watson: Mm.
Mycroft Holmes: See you very soon.
John Watson: Why did you lie? You've got nothing on. Not a single case. That's why the wall took a pounding. Why did you tell your brother you were busy?
Sherlock Holmes: Why shouldn't I?

John Watson: Oh. Nice. Sibling rivalry. Now we're getting somewhere.
Sherlock Holmes: Sherlock Holmes. Of course. How could I refuse? Lestrade - I've been summoned. Coming?
John Watson: If you want me to.
Sherlock Holmes: Of course. I'd be lost without my blogger.

Lestrade: You like the funny cases, don't you? The surprising ones. Sherlock Holmes: Obviously.
Lestrade: You'll love this. That explosion.
Sherlock Holmes: Gas leak, yes?

Lestrade: No.
Sherlock Holmes: No?
Lestrade: No. Made to look like one.
John Watson: What?
Lestrade: Hardly anything left of the place, except a strongbox. A VERY strong box, and inside it was this.
Sherlock Holmes: You haven't opened it?
Lestrade: It's addressed to you, isn't it? We've X-rayed it. It's not booby-trapped.
Sherlock Holmes: How reassuring. Nice stationery. Bohemian.
Lestrade: What?
From the Czech Republic. No fingerprints?
Lestrade: No.
She used a fountain pen. Parker Duofold, iridium nib.
John Watson: She?
Sherlock Holmes: Obviously.
John Watson: Obviously. But that... That's the phone. The pink phone.
Lestrade: What, from The Study In Pink?
Sherlock Holmes: Obviously, it's not the same phone, but it's supposed to look like... "Study In Pink"? You read his blog?
Lestrade: Of course. We all do. Do you REALLY not know that the Earth goes round the sun?
Sherlock Holmes: It isn't the same phone. This one's brand-new. Someone's taken trouble to make it look the same, which means your blog has a far wider readership.

[VOICEMAIL] - 'You have one new message. - FIVE GREENWICH TIME SIGNAL PIPS'

John Watson: Was that it?
Sherlock Holmes: No, that's not it.
Lestrade: What the hell are we supposed to make of that?An estate agent's photo and the bloody Greenwich pips.
Sherlock Holmes: It's a warning.
Lestrade: A warning?
Sherlock Holmes: Some secret societies used to send dried melon seeds, orange pips, things like that - five pips. They're warning us it's going to happen again. I've seen this place before.
John Watson: Hang on. What's going to happen again?
Sherlock Holmes: Boom!

Sherlock Holmes: Mrs Hudson!
Mrs. Hudson: You had a look, didn't you, when you first came to see about your flat?

Sherlock Holmes: The door's been opened, recently.
Mrs. Hudson: No, can't be. That's the only key. I can't get anyone interested in this flat. It's the damp, I expect - that's the curse of basements. I'd a place once when I was first married. Mould all up the wall... Oh. Dear me.
John Watson: Shoes. He's a bomber, remember.

[NUMBER BLOCKED]

Sherlock Holmes: Hello.
Woman: H-Hello...sexy
Sherlock Holmes: Who's this?
Woman: I've...sent you...a little puzzle, just to say hi.
Sherlock Holmes: Who's talking? Why are you crying?
Woman: I...I'm not crying. I'm typing. And this...stupid bitch is reading it out. Sherlock Holmes: The curtain rises.

John Watson: What?
Sherlock Holmes: Nothing.
John Watson: No, what did you mean?
Sherlock Holmes: I've been expecting this for some time.
Woman: 12 hours to solve...my puzzle, Sherlock... or I'm going to be...so...naughty.

John Watson: So, who do you suppose it was?
Sherlock Holmes: Hmm?
John Watson: Woman on the phone - the crying woman.
Sherlock Holmes: Oh, she doesn't matter, she's just a hostage. No lead there. John Watson: I wasn't thinking about leads.
Sherlock Holmes: You're not going to be much use to her.
John Watson: Are they trying to trace it - trace the call?
Sherlock Holmes: Bomber's too smart for that. Pass my phone.
John Watson: Where is it?
Sherlock Holmes: Jacket. Careful!
John Watson: Text from your brother.
Sherlock Holmes: Delete it.
John Watson: Delete it?
Sherlock Holmes: Plans are out of the country. Nothing we can do.

[TEXT MESSAGE] Re : BRUCE-PARTINGTON PLANS Any progress on Andrew West’s death? -Mycroft

John Watson: Well, Mycroft thinks there is. He's texted you eight times. Must be important. Sherlock Holmes: Then why didn't he cancel his dental appointment?
John Watson: His what?
Sherlock Holmes: Mycroft never texts if he can talk. Andrew West stole the missile plans, tried to sell them, got his head smashed in, end of story. The only mystery is why my brother is so determined to bore me when somebody is being so interesting.

John Watson: Try and remember there's a woman who might die.
Sherlock Holmes: What for? There's hospitals full of people dying, Doctor. Why don't you go and cry by their bedside and see what good it does them? Ah!
Molly Hooper: Any luck?
Sherlock Holmes: Oh, yes!
Jim: Oh, sorry. I didn't...

Molly Hooper: Jim, hi! Come in! Come in! Jim, this is Sherlock Holmes. Jim: Ah.
Molly Hooper: And, er... Sorry.
John Watson: John Watson. Hi.

Jim: Hi. So you're Sherlock Holmes. Molly's told me all about you. You on one of your cases?
Molly Hooper: Jim works in IT, upstairs. That's how we met. Office romance. Sherlock Holmes: Gay.

Molly Hooper: Sorry, what?
Sherlock Holmes: Nothing. Um, hey.
Jim: Hi. Sorry. Sorry! Well, I'd better be off.
Jim: I'll see you at the Fox. About sixish?
Molly Hooper: Yeah.
Jim: Bye.
Molly Hooper: Bye.
Jim: It was nice to meet you.
John Watson: You too.
Molly Hooper: What do you mean, gay? We're together.
Sherlock Holmes: Domestic bliss must suit you, Molly. You've put on 3lb since I last saw you.
Molly Hooper: Two-and-a-half.
Sherlock Holmes: No, three.
John Watson: Sherlock.
Molly Hooper: He's not gay! Why do you have to spoil...? He's not!
Sherlock Holmes: With that level of grooming?
John Watson: Because he puts product in his hair? I put product in my hair.
Sherlock Holmes: You wash your hair, there's a difference. Tinted eyelashes, signs of taurine cream around the frown lines, those tired, clubber's eyes. Then there's his underwear.
Molly Hooper: His underwear?
Sherlock Holmes: Visible above the waistline. Very particular brand. Plus the suggestive fact that he left his number under this dish. I'd say you'd better break it off now and save yourself the pain.
John Watson: Charming, well done.
Sherlock Holmes: Just saving her time. Isn't that kinder?
John Watson: Kinder? No, no, Sherlock, that wasn't kind.
Sherlock Holmes: Go on, then.
John Watson: Hm?
Sherlock Holmes: You know what I do. Off you go.
John Watson: Oh... No.
Sherlock Holmes: Go on.
John Watson: I'm not going to let you humiliate me while I...
Sherlock Holmes: An outside eye, a second opinion - it's very useful to me. Yeah, right Really!
John Watson: Fine. Oh, they're just a pair of sh...trainers.
Sherlock Holmes: Good.
John Watson: Um, They're in good nick. I'd say they were pretty new, except the sole has been well worn, so the owner must have had them for a while. Er, very '80s. Probably one of those retro designs.
Sherlock Holmes: You're on sparkling form. What else?
John Watson: They're quite big. A man's.
Sherlock Holmes: But...

John Watson: But there's traces of a name inside in felt-tip. Adults don't write their names inside their shoes, so these belong to a kid.
Sherlock Holmes: Excellent. What else?
John Watson: Er... That's it.

Sherlock Holmes: That's it.
John Watson: How did I do?
Sherlock Holmes: Well, John. Really well. I mean, you missed almost everything of importance, but, you know... The owner loved these. Scrubbed them clean. Whitened them. Changed the laces three...no, four times. There are traces of flaky skin where his fingers have come into contact with them, so he had eczema. The shoes are more worn on the inner side, so he had weak arches. British-made, 20 years old.
John Watson: 20 years?
Sherlock Holmes: They're not retro, they're original. Limited edition - two blue stripes, 1989.
John Watson: There's still mud on them. They look new.
Sherlock Holmes: Someone's kept them that way. Quite a bit of mud caked on the soles. Analysis shows it's from Sussex with London mud overlaying it.
John Watson: How do you know?
Sherlock Holmes: Pollen. Clear as a map reference. South of the river. This kid came to London from Sussex 20 years ago and left the trainers behind.
John Watson: What happened to him?
Sherlock Holmes: Something bad.
Sherlock Holmes: He loved those shoes, remember. He'd never leave them filthy. Wouldn't let So, a child with big feet gets...Oh!
John Watson: What?
Sherlock Holmes: Carl Powers.
John Watson: Sorry, who?
Sherlock Holmes: Carl Powers, John.
John Watson: What is it?
Sherlock Holmes: It's where I began.

Sherlock Holmes: 1989, kid, champion swimmer, came from Brighton for a school sports tournament, drowned in the pool. Tragic accident. You wouldn't remember it.
John Watson: But you remember.
Sherlock Holmes: Yes.

John Watson: Something fishy about it?
Sherlock Holmes: Nobody thought so. Nobody except me. I was only a kid myself. I read about it in the papers.
John Watson: You started young, didn't you?
Sherlock Holmes: The boy, Carl Powers, had some kind of fit in the water, but by the time they got him out, it was too late. There was something wrong somewhere. I couldn't get it out of my head.
John Watson: What?
Sherlock Holmes: His shoes.
John Watson: What about them?
Sherlock Holmes: They weren't there. I made a fuss. I tried to get the police interested, but nobody seemed to think it was important. He'd left all the rest of his clothes in his locker, but there was no sign of his shoes. Until now.

John Watson: Can I help? I want to help. There's only five hours left. It's your brother.

[TEXT MESSAGE] Any developments? –Mycroft Holmes

John Watson: He's texting me now. How does he know my number? Sherlock Holmes: Must be a root canal.
John Watson: Look, he did say...national importance.
Sherlock Holmes: Hmm! How quaint!

John Watson: What is?
Sherlock Holmes: You are. Queen and country.
John Watson: You can't just ignore it.
Sherlock Holmes: I'm not ignoring it. Putting my best man onto it right now. John Watson: Right, good! Who's that?

Mycroft Holmes: John, how nice! I was hoping it wouldn't be long. How can I help you? John Watson: Thank you. Um, I was wanting to...Your brother sent me to collect more facts about the stolen plans - the missile plans.
Mycroft Holmes: Did he?
John Watson: Yes. He's investigating now. He's, er...investigating away. I just wondered what else you could tell me about the dead man.
Mycroft Holmes: Er, 27. Clerk at Vauxhall Cross. MI6. He was involved in the Bruce- Partington Program in a minor capacity. Security checks A-OK. No known terrorist affiliations or sympathies. Last seen by his fiancée 10:30 yesterday evening.
Andrew West: Lucy, love, I've got to go out. I've got to see someone.
Lucy: Westie!
He was found at Battersea, yes. So he got on the train?
Mycroft Holmes: No.
John Watson: What?
Mycroft Holmes: He had an Oyster card...but it hadn't been used.
He must have bought a ticket.
Mycroft Holmes: Hm. There was no ticket on the body. Then... How did he end up with a bashed-in brain on the tracks at Battersea? That is the question - the one I was rather hoping Sherlock would provide an answer to. How's he getting on?
John Watson: He's fine. And it is going...very well. He's, um... He's completely focused on it.

Sherlock Holmes: Poison!
Mrs. Hudson: What are you going on about?
Sherlock Holmes: Clostridium botulinum. It's one of the deadliest poisons on the planet. Carl Powers.
John Watson: Are you saying he was murdered?
Sherlock Holmes: Remember the shoelaces?
John Watson: Mmm.
Sherlock Holmes: He suffered from eczema. It would be easy to introduce the poison into his medication. Two hours later he comes to London, the poison paralyses the muscles and he drowns.
John Watson: How come the autopsy didn't pick that up?
Sherlock Holmes: It's virtually undetectable. Nobody was looking for it. There are still tiny traces of it in the trainers from where he put the cream on his feet. That's why they had to go.
John Watson: So how do we let the bomber know?

Sherlock Holmes: Get his attention, stop the clock.
John Watson: The killer kept the shoes all these years. Sherlock Holmes: Yes. Meaning...
John Watson: He's our bomber.
Woman: Well done, you. Come and get me.
Sherlock Holmes: Where are you? Tell us where you are.

Lestrade: She lives in Cornwall. Two men broke in wearing masks, forced her to drive to the car park and decked her out in enough explosives to take down a house. Told her to phone you. Check the read-out from this - pager.
Sherlock Holmes: If she deviated by one word, the sniper would set her off.

John Watson: Or if you hadn't solved the case.
Sherlock Holmes: Oh...elegant!
John Watson: Elegant?
Lestrade: What was the point? Why would anyone do this?
Sherlock Holmes: Oh...I can't be the only person in the world that gets bored.

[VOICEMAIL] -.'You have one new message.' - FOUR GREENWICH TIME SIGNAL PIPS

John Watson: Four pips.
Sherlock Holmes: First test passed, it would seem. Here's the second. It's abandoned, wouldn't you say?
Lestrade: I'll see if it's been reported.
Sally Donovan: Freak, it's for you.
Sherlock Holmes: Hello.
Man: It's OK that you've gone to the police.
Sherlock Holmes: Who is this? Is this you again?
Man: But don't rely on them. Clever you, guessing about Carl Powers. I never liked him. Carl laughed at me, so I stopped him laughing.
Sherlock Holmes: You've stolen another voice, I presume.
Man: This is about you and me.
Sherlock Holmes: Who are you? What's that noise?
Man: It's the sounds of life, Sherlock. But don't worry. I can soon fix that. You solved my last puzzle in nine hours. This time you have eight.
Lestrade: Great! We've found it.

Lestrade: The car was hired yesterday morning by an Ian Monkford. Banker of some kind. City boy. Paid in cash. Told his wife he was going away on a business trip, never arrived. Sally Donovan: You're still hanging round him.
John Watson: Yeah, well...

Sally Donovan: Opposites attract, I suppose.
John Watson: We're not...
Sally Donovan: You should get yourself a hobby. Stamps, maybe. Model trains. Safer. Lestrade: Before you ask, yes, it's Monkford's blood. DNA checks out.
Sherlock Holmes: No body.
Sally Donovan: Not yet.
Sherlock Holmes: Get a sample sent to the lab.
Sally Donovan: Oh...!
Sherlock Holmes: Mrs. Monkford...
Mrs. Monkford: Yes. Sorry, but I've already spoken with two policemen.

John Watson: We're not from the police, we're...
Sherlock Holmes: Sherlock Holmes. Very old friend of your husband's. We, um...we grew up together.
Mrs. Monkford: I'm sorry. Who? I don't think he ever mentioned you.
Sherlock Holmes: Oh, he must have done. This is...This is horrible. I mean, I just can't believe it. I only saw him the other day. Same old Ian. Not a care in the world.
Mrs. Monkford: Sorry... My husband has been depressed for months. Who are you? Sherlock Holmes: Really strange that he hired a car. Why would he do that? It's a bit suspicious, isn't it?
Mrs. Monkford: No, it isn't. He forgot to renew the tax on the car, that's all.
Sherlock Holmes: Ah, well! That was Ian. That was Ian all over.
Mrs. Monkford: No, it wasn't.
Sherlock Holmes: Wasn't it? Interesting.
Mrs. Monkford: Who was that?
John Watson: Why did you lie to her?
Sherlock Holmes: People don't like telling you things but they love to contradict you. Past tense, did you notice?
John Watson: Sorry, What?
Sherlock Holmes: I referred to her husband in the past tense. She joined in. Bit premature. They've only just found the car.
John Watson: You think she murdered her husband?
Sherlock Holmes: That's not a mistake a murderer would make.
John Watson: I see...No, I don't. What am I seeing?
Sally Donovan: Fishing. Try fishing.
John Watson: Where now?
Sherlock Holmes: Janus Cars. Just found this in the glove compartment.

Mr. Ewart: Can't see how I can help you gentlemen.
John Watson: Mr. Monkford hired the car from you yesterday.
Mr. Ewart: Yeah, lovely motor. Mazda RX8. Wouldn't mind one of them myself.
Sherlock Holmes: Is that one?
Mr. Ewart: No, they're all Jags. I can see you're not a car man, eh?
Sherlock Holmes: But surely you can afford one - a Mazda, I mean.
Mr. Ewart: Yeah, fair point. It's like working in a sweet shop. Once you start eating the Liquorice All sorts, where does it stop?
John Watson: You didn't know Mr. Monkford.
Mr. Ewart: No, he was just a client. He came in here and hired one of my cars. I've no idea what happened to him. Poor sod!
Sherlock Holmes: Nice holiday, Mr. Ewart?
Mr. Ewart: Eh?
Sherlock Holmes: You've been away, haven't you?
Mr. Ewart: Oh, the...No, it's sun beds, I'm afraid. Too busy to get away. My wife would love it, though - bit of sun.
Sherlock Holmes: Have you got any change for the cigarette machine?
Mr. Ewart: What?
Sherlock Holmes: I noticed one on the way in and I'm gasping.
Mr. Ewart: Um... Oh! No, sorry.
Sherlock Holmes: Oh, well! Thank you very much for your time, Mr Ewart. You've been very helpful. Come on, John!
John Watson: I've got change, if you still want to...
Sherlock Holmes: Nicotine patches, remember? I'm doing well.

John Watson: So, what was all that about? Sherlock Holmes: I needed to look inside his wallet. John Watson: Why?
Sherlock Holmes: Mr Ewart's a liar.

Sherlock Holmes: Hello.
Man: The clue's in the name - Janus Cars.
Sherlock Holmes: Why would you be giving me a clue?
Man: Why does anyone do anything? Because I'm bored. We were made for each other, Sherlock.
Sherlock Holmes: Then talk to me in your own voice.
Man: Patience.

Sherlock Holmes: How much blood was on that seat, would you say?
Lestrade: How much? About a pint.
Sherlock Holmes: Not about. Exactly a pint. That was their first mistake. The blood's Ian Monkford's, but it's been frozen.
Lestrade: Frozen?
Sherlock Holmes: There are clear signs.
I think Ian Monkford gave a pint of his blood some time ago and that's what they spread on the seat.
John Watson: Who did?
Sherlock Holmes: Janus Cars. The clue's in the name.
John Watson: The god with two faces?
Sherlock Holmes: Exactly. They provide a very special service. If you've got any kind of a problem - money troubles, bad marriage, whatever - Janus Cars will help you disappear. Ian Monkford was in trouble - financial at a guess, he's a banker - couldn't see a way out. But if he were to vanish, if the car he hired was found with his blood on the driver's seat... Lestrade: So where is he?
Sherlock Holmes: Colombia.
Lestrade: Colombia?!
Sherlock Holmes: Mr. Ewart, of Janus Cars, had a 20,000 Colombian peso note in his wallet. Quite a bit of change, too. He told us he hadn't been abroad recently, but when I asked him about the cars, I could see his tan line clearly. No-one wears a shirt on a sun bed. That, plus his arm.
Lestrade: His arm?
Sherlock Holmes: He kept scratching it. Obviously irritating him, and bleeding. He'd recently had a booster jab. Hep-B, probably. Hard to tell at that distance. He's just back from settling Ian Monkford into his new life in Colombia. Mrs. Monkford cashes in the life insurance, and she splits it with Janus Cars.
John Watson: Mrs Monkford?
Sherlock Holmes: Oh, yes. She's in on it too. Go and arrest them, Inspector, that's what you do best. We need to let our bomber know the case is solved. I am on fire!

Man: He says...you can come and fetch me. Help! Help me, please! Sherlock Holmes: Feeling better?

John Watson: Mmm. We've hardly stopped for breath since this thing started. Has it occurred to you...?
Sherlock Holmes: Probably.
John Watson: No, has it occurred to you that the bomber's playing a game with you? The envelope, breaking into the other flat, the dead kid's shoes - it's all meant for you. Sherlock Holmes: Yes, I know.

John Watson: Is it him, then? Moriarty? Sherlock Holmes: Perhaps.

[VOICEMAIL] - THREE PIPS

Sherlock Holmes: That could be anybody.
John Watson: It could be, yeah. Lucky for you, I've been more than a little unemployed. Sherlock Holmes: How d'you mean?
John Watson: Lucky for you, Mrs. Hudson and I watch far too much telly.
Connie Prince: '...Thank you, Tyra! Doesn't she look lovely, everybody, now?', 'Anyway...speaking of silk purses...'
Sherlock Holmes: Hello?
Woman: This one...is a bit...defective. Sorry. She's blind. This is...a funny one. I'll give you...12 hours.
Sherlock Holmes: Why are you doing this?
Woman: I like...to watch you...dance.
Connie Prince: ...And I see you're back to your bad habits.
REPORTER: ...Continuing into the sudden death of the popular TV personality Connie Prince. Miss Prince, famous for her makeover programmes, was found dead two days ago by her brother in the house they shared...

Lestrade: Connie Prince, 54. She had one of those makeover shows on the telly. Did you see it?
Sherlock Holmes: No.
Lestrade: Very popular. She was going places.

Sherlock Holmes: Not any more. Dead two days. According to one of her staff, Raoul de Santos, she cut her hand on a rusty nail in the garden. Nasty wound. Tetanus bacteria enters the bloodstream, good night, Vienna.
John Watson: I s'pose.

Sherlock Holmes: Something's wrong with this picture.
Lestrade: Eh?
Sherlock Holmes: Can't be that simple, otherwise the bomber wouldn't be directing us towards it. Something's wrong. John?
John Watson: Mm.
Sherlock Holmes: Cut on her hand, it's deep. Would have bled a lot, right?
John Watson: Yeah.
Sherlock Holmes: But the wound's clean. Very clean, and fresh. How long would the bacteria have been incubating inside her?
John Watson: Oh, eight, ten days. The cut was made later.
Lestrade: After she was dead?
Sherlock Holmes: Must have been. The only question is, how did the tetanus enter the dead woman's system? You want to help, right?
John Watson: Of course.
Connie Prince's background - family history, everything, get me data.
John Watson: Right.

Lestrade: There's something else that we haven't thought of.
Sherlock Holmes: Is there?
Lestrade: Yes. Why is he doing this - the bomber? If this woman's death was suspicious, why point it up?
Sherlock Holmes: Good Samaritan.
Lestrade: Who press-gangs suicide bombers?
Sherlock Holmes: Bad Samaritan.
Lestrade: I'm...I'm serious, Sherlock. Listen, I'm cutting you slack here, I'm trusting you, but out there somewhere, some poor bastard's covered in Semtex and he's just waiting for you to solve the puzzle, so just tell me, what are we dealing with?
Sherlock Holmes: Something new.

Sherlock Holmes: Connection, connection, connection. There must be a connection. Carl Powers, killed 20 years ago. The bomber knew him, admitted that he knew him. The bomber's iPhone was in the stationery from the Czech Republic. The first hostage from Cornwall, the second from London, the third from Yorkshire, judging by her accent. What's he doing? Working his way round the world, showing off?

[NUMBER BLOCKED]
Woman: You're enjoying this, aren't you? Joining the dots. Three hours. Boom...boom.

Mr. Prince: We're devastated, of course we are.
Raoul: Can I get you anything, sir?
John Watson: Er, no. No, thanks.
Mr. Prince: Raoul is my rock. I don't think I could have managed. We didn't always see eye to eye but my sister was very dear to me.

John Watson: And to the, er, public, Mr. Prince.
Mr. Prince: Oh, she was adored. I've seen her take girls who looked like the back end of Routemasters and turn them into princesses. Still, it's a relief, in a way, to know that she's beyond this vale of tears.
John Watson: Absolutely.

Sherlock Holmes: Great. Thank you. Thanks again.
Mrs. Hudson: It's a real shame. I liked her. She taught you how to do your colours. Lestrade: Colours?
Mrs. Hudson: You know, what goes best with what. I should never wear cerise, apparently. Drains me.
Lestrade: Who's that?
Sherlock Holmes: Home Office.
Lestrade: Home Office?
Sherlock Holmes: Well, Home Secretary, actually. Owes me a favour.
Mrs. Hudson: A pretty girl, but she messed about with herself too much. They all do these days. People can hardly move their faces. It's silly, isn't it? Did you ever see her show? Sherlock Holmes: Not until now.
Connie Prince: You look pasty, love.
Mr. Prince: Ah, rained every day but one...
Mrs. Hudson: That's the brother. No love lost there, if you can believe the papers.

Sherlock Holmes: So I gather. I've just had a fruitful chat with people who love this show. The fan site's indispensable for gossip.
Connie Prince:...Don't you think, girls? Off, off, off, off, off, off, off!'

John Watson: It's more common than people think. The tetanus is in the soil, people cut themselves on rose bushes, garden forks, that sort of thing, and if left un...treated...
Mr. Prince: I don't know what I'm going to do now.
John Watson: Right.

Mr. Prince: I mean, she's left me this place which is lovely but it's not the same without her. John Watson: That's why my paper wanted to get the, um...the full story straight from the horse's mouth. Are you sure it's not too soon?
Mr. Prince: No.

John Watson: Right.
Mr. Prince: You fire away.

Sherlock Holmes: John.
John Watson: Hi. Look, get over here quickly. I think I'm onto something. You'll need to pick up some stuff first. Got a pen?
Sherlock Holmes: I'll remember.

John Watson: That'll be him.
Mr. Prince: What?
Sherlock Holmes: Ah, Mr. Prince, isn't it?
Mr. Prince: Yes.
Sherlock Holmes: Very good to meet you.
Mr. Prince: Yes, thank you.
Sherlock Holmes: So sorry to hear about...
Mr. Prince: Yes, yes, very kind.
John Watson: Shall we, er...? You were right, the bacteria got into her another way. Sherlock Holmes: Oh, yes?
John Watson: Yes.
Mr. Prince: Right, are we all set?
John Watson: Er, yes. Shall we, um...?
Mr. Prince: Not too close. I'm raw from crying.
Sherlock Holmes: Oh, who's this?
Mr. Prince: Sekhmet. Named after the Egyptian goddess.
Sherlock Holmes: How nice. Was she Connie's?
Mr. Prince: Yes, a little present from yours truly.
John Watson: Sherlock, light reading?
Sherlock Holmes: Oh, er...2.8.
Mr. Prince: Bloody hell! What are you playing at?
Sherlock Holmes: Sorry!
Mr. Prince: You're like Laurel and bloody Hardy, you two! What's going on?
John Watson: I think we've got what we came for. Excuse us.
Mr. Prince: What?
John Watson: Sherlock.
Mr. Prince: What?
John Watson: We've got deadlines.
Mr. Prince: But you've not taken anything!

John Watson: Yes! Ooh, yes!
Sherlock Holmes: You think it was the cat. It wasn't the cat.
John Watson: What? Yes. Yeah, it is. It must be. It's how he got the tetanus into her system. Its paws stink of disinfectant.
Sherlock Holmes: Lovely idea.
John Watson: No, he coated it onto the claws of her cat. It's a new pet, bound to be a bit jumpy around her. A scratch is almost inevitable.
Sherlock Holmes: I thought of it when I saw the scratches on her arm, but it's too random and clever for the brother.
John Watson: He murdered his sister for her money.
Sherlock Holmes: Did he?
John Watson: Didn't he?
Sherlock Holmes: Nope. It was revenge.
John Watson: Rev...? Who wanted revenge?
Sherlock Holmes: Raoul, the houseboy. Kenny Prince was the butt of his sister's jokes. Virtual bullying campaign. Finally, he had enough, fell out with her badly. It's all on the website. She threatened to disinherit Kenny, Raoul had grown accustomed to a certain lifestyle...
John Watson: Wait. Wait! Wait a second. What about the disinfectant on the cat's claws? Sherlock Holmes: Raoul keeps a very clean house. You came through the kitchen door, saw the state of that floor - scrubbed within an inch of its life. You smell of disinfectant. No, the cat doesn't come into it. Raoul's internet records do, though. I hope we can get a cab from here.

Sherlock Holmes: Raoul de Santos is your killer. Kenny Prince's houseboy. Second autopsy shows it wasn't tetanus that poisoned Connie Prince, it was botulinum toxin. We've been here before. Carl Powers. Tut-tut. Our bomber's repeated himself. Lestrade: So how'd he do it?

Sherlock Holmes: Botox injection.
Lestrade: Botox?
Botox is a diluted form of botulinum. Among other things, Raoul de Santos was employed to give Connie her regular facial injections. My contact at the Home Office gave me the complete records of Raoul's internet purchases. He's been bulk-ordering Botox for months. Bided his time, then upped the strength to a fatal dose.
Lestrade: Are you sure about this?
Sherlock Holmes: I'm sure.
Lestrade: All right, my office.
John Watson: Hey, Sherlock, how long?
Lestrade: Are you sure about this?
Sherlock Holmes: What?
John Watson: How long have you known?
Lestrade: Are you sure about this?
Sherlock Holmes: Well, this one was quite simple. And the bomber repeated himself. That was a mistake.
John Watson: No, but Sherlock, the hostage, the old woman, she's been there all this time! Sherlock Holmes: I knew I could save her. I also knew that the bomber had given us 12 hours. I solved the case quickly, that gave me time to get on with other things. Don't you see? We're one up on him.

Sherlock Holmes: Hello?
Woman: Help me!
Sherlock Holmes: Tell us where you are. Address?
Woman: He was so, His voice...
Sherlock Holmes: No, no, no, no! Tell me nothing about him, nothing. Woman: He sounded so soft.
Sherlock Holmes: Hello?
Lestrade: Sherlock?
John Watson: What's happened?

Reporter: The explosion, which ripped through several floors, killing 12 people... John Watson: Old block of flats
Reporter:...caused by a faulty gas main. A spokesman from the utility company...' John Watson: He certainly gets about.

Sherlock Holmes: Well, obviously I lost that round. Although technically, I did solve the case. He killed the old lady because she started to describe him. Just once, he put himself in the firing line.
John Watson: What d' you mean?
Sherlock Holmes: Well, usually, he must stay above it all. He organises these things, but no-one ever has direct contact.
John Watson: What, like the Connie Prince murder, he arranged that? So, people come to him wanting their crimes fixed up, like booking a holiday?
Sherlock Holmes: Novel.
John Watson: Huh!

Sherlock Holmes: Taking his time this time.
John Watson: Anything on the Carl Powers case?
Sherlock Holmes: Nothing. All the living classmates check out spotless, no connection. John Watson: Maybe the killer was older than Carl?
Sherlock Holmes: The thought had occurred.
John Watson: So why is he doing this, then? Playing this game with you. Do you think he wants to be caught?
Sherlock Holmes: I think he wants to be distracted.
John Watson: Oh, I hope you'll be very happy together.
Sherlock Holmes: Sorry, what?
John Watson: There are lives at stake, Sherlock. Actual human lives! Just so I know, do you care about that at all?
Sherlock Holmes: Will caring about them help save them?
John Watson: Nope.
Sherlock Holmes: Then I'll continue not to make that mistake.
John Watson: And you find that easy, do you?
Sherlock Holmes: Yes, very. Is that news to you?
John Watson: No, no.
Sherlock Holmes: I've disappointed you.
John Watson: That's good, that's a good deduction, yeah.
Sherlock Holmes: Don't make people into heroes, John. Heroes don't exist, and if they did, I wouldn't be one of them. Excellent. A view of the Thames. South Bank, somewhere between Southwark Bridge and Waterloo. You check the papers, I'll look online. Oh, you're angry with me, so you won't help. Not much cop, this caring lark.

John Watson: Archway suicide.
Sherlock Holmes: Ten-a-penny.
John Watson: Two kids stabbed in Stoke Newington. Ah, man found on the train line, Andrew West.
Sherlock Holmes: Nothing! It's me. Have you found anything on the South Bank between Waterloo Bridge and Southwark Bridge?

Lestrade: Do you reckon this is connected, then, the bomber?
Sherlock Holmes: Must be. Odd, though, he hasn't been in touch.
Lestrade: Then we must assume that some poor bugger's primed to explode, yeah? Sherlock Holmes: Yes.
Lestrade: Any ideas?
Sherlock Holmes: Seven, so far.
Lestrade: Seven?
John Watson: He's dead about 24 hours. Maybe a bit longer. Did he drown?
Lestrade: Apparently not. Not enough of the Thames in his lungs. Asphyxiated.
John Watson: Yes, I'd agree. There's quite a bit of bruising around the nose and mouth. More bruises here and here.
Sherlock Holmes: Fingertips.
John Watson: He's late 30s, I'd say, not in the best condition.
Sherlock Holmes: He's been in the river a long while, the water's destroyed most of the data. But I'll tell you one thing, that lost Vermeer painting's a fake.
Lestrade: What?
Sherlock Holmes: We need to identify the corpse, find out about his friends and... Lestrade: Wait, wait, wait, wait. What painting? What are you on about?
Sherlock Holmes: It's all over the place, haven't you seen the posters? Dutch old master, supposed to have been destroyed centuries ago. Now it's turned up, worth 30 million. Lestrade: OK, so what has that got to do with the stiff?
Sherlock Holmes: Everything. Have you ever heard of the Golem?
Lestrade: Golem?
John Watson: It's a horror story, isn't it? What are you saying?
Sherlock Holmes: Jewish folk story, a gigantic man made of clay - it's also the name of an assassin. Real name - Oskar Dzundza. One of the deadliest assassins in the world. That is his trademark style.
Lestrade: So this is a hit?
Sherlock Holmes: Definitely. The Golem squeezes the life out of his victims with his bare hands.
Lestrade: But what has this got to do with that painting? I don't see...
Sherlock Holmes: You do see, you just don't observe!
John Watson: Yes, all right, all right, girls! Calm down. Sherlock, do you want to take us through it?
Sherlock Holmes: What do we know about this corpse? The killer's not left us with much, just the shirt and the trousers. They're pretty formal, maybe he was going out for the night. The trousers are heavy duty. Polyester, nasty, same as the shirt, cheap. They're both too big for him. So some kind of standard-issue uniform. Dressed for work, then. What kind of work? There's a hook on his belt for a walkie-talkie.
Lestrade: Tube driver?
John Watson: Security guard?
Sherlock Holmes: More likely. That'll be borne out by his backside.
Lestrade: Backside?!

Sherlock Holmes: Flabby, you'd think he'd led a sedentary life. Yet the soles of his feet and the nascent varicose veins in his legs show otherwise. So, a lot of walking and a lot of sitting around. Security guard's looking good. The watch helps too. The alarm shows he did regular night shifts.

Lestrade: Maybe he just set his alarm like that the night before he died.
Sherlock Holmes: No, no, no. The buttons are stiff, hardly touched. He set his alarm like that a long time ago, his routine never varied. But there's something else. The killer must have been interrupted, otherwise he would have stripped the corpse completely. There was some kind of badge or insignia on the shirt front that he tore off, suggesting the dead man works somewhere recognisable, some kind of institution. I found this inside his trouser pockets. Sodden by the river, but still recognisably...
John Watson: Tickets?
Sherlock Holmes: Ticket stubs. He worked in a museum or gallery. Did a quick check. The Hickman Gallery has reported one of its attendants as missing - Alex Woodbridge. Tonight, they unveil the rediscovered masterpiece. Now, why would anyone want to pay the Golem to suffocate a perfectly ordinary gallery attendant? Inference, the dead man knew something about it, something that would stop the owner getting paid 30 million.
The pictures are fake.
John Watson: Fantastic.
Sherlock Holmes: Meretricious.
Lestrade: And a Happy New Year.
John Watson: Poor sod.
Lestrade: I'd better get my feelers out for this Golem character.
Sherlock Holmes: Pointless, you'll never find him, but I know a man who can.
Lestrade: Who?
Sherlock Holmes: Me.

Sherlock Holmes: Why hasn't he phoned? He's broken his pattern. Why? Waterloo Bridge. John Watson: Where now, the gallery?
Sherlock Holmes: In a bit.
John Watson: The Hickman's contemporary art, isn't it? Why have they got hold of an old master?

Sherlock Holmes: Don't know. Dangerous to jump to conclusions. Need data. Stop! Can you wait here? I won't be a moment.
John Watson: Sherlock?

Woman: Change? Any change? Sherlock Holmes: What for? Woman: Cup of tea, of course. Sherlock Holmes: Here you go, 50. Woman: Thanks.

John Watson: What are you doing? Sherlock Holmes: Investing.

Sherlock Holmes: Now we go to the gallery. Have you got any cash? No, I need you to find out all you can about the gallery attendant. Lestrade will give you the address.
John Watson: OK.

Woman2: We'd been sharing about a year. Just sharing. John Watson: Mmm. May I?
Woman2: Yeah.
John Watson: Sorry. Stargazer, was he?

Woman2: God, yeah. Mad about it. It's all he ever did in his spare time. He was a nice guy, Alex. I liked him. He was, er...never much of a one for hoovering.
John Watson: What about art? Did he know anything about that?
Woman2: It was just a job, you know?

John Watson: Mmm. Has anyone else been round asking about Alex?
Woman2: No. We had a break-in, though.
John Watson: When?
Woman2: Last night. There was nothing taken. Oh, there was a message left for Alex on the land line.

John Watson: Who was it from?
Woman2: I can play it for you, if you like. I'll get the phone.
John Watson: Please.
Professor Cairns: Oh, should I speak now? Alex? Love, it's Professor Cairns. Listen, you were right. You were bloody right. Give us a call when...
John Watson: Professor Cairns?
Woman2: No idea, sorry.
John Watson: Mmm. Can I try and ring back?
Woman2: No good. I've had other calls since. Sympathy ones, you know.

[TEXT MESSAGE] Re : BRUCE-PARTINGTON PLANS Have you spoken to West’s fiancée yet? –Mycroft Holmes

Miss Wenceslas: Don't you have something to do?
Sherlock Holmes: Just admiring the view.
Miss Wenceslas: Yes. Lovely. Now get back to work - we open tonight.
Sherlock Holmes: Doesn't it bother you?
Miss Wenceslas: What?
Sherlock Holmes: That the painting's a fake.
Miss Wenceslas: What?
Sherlock Holmes: It's a fake. It has to be. It's the only possible explanation. You are in charge, aren't you, Miss Wenceslas?
Miss Wenceslas: Who are you?
Sherlock Holmes: Alex Woodbridge knew that the painting was a fake, so somebody sent the Golem to take care of him. Was it you?
Miss Wenceslas: Golem? What the hell are you talking about?
Sherlock Holmes: Are you working for someone else? Did you fake it for them?
Miss Wenceslas: It's not a fake.
Sherlock Holmes: It is a fake. I don't know why. But there's something wrong with it, there has to be.
Miss Wenceslas: What the hell are you on about? You know I could have you sacked on the spot.
Sherlock Holmes: Not a problem.
Miss Wenceslas: No?
Sherlock Holmes: No, I don't work here, you see. Just popped in to give you a bit of friendly advice.
Miss Wenceslas: How did you get in?
Sherlock Holmes: Please!

Miss Wenceslas: I want to know.
Sherlock Holmes: The art of disguise is knowing how to hide in plain sight. Miss Wenceslas: Who are you?
Sherlock Holmes: Sherlock Holmes.
Miss Wenceslas: Am I supposed to be impressed?
Sherlock Holmes: You should be. Have a nice day.

Lucy: He wouldn't. He just wouldn't.
John Watson: Stranger things have happened.
Lucy: Westie wasn't a traitor. That's a horrible thing to say!
John Watson: I'm sorry. But you must understand...
Lucy: That's what they think, isn't it, his bosses?
John Watson: He was young man, about to get married, he had debts.
Lucy: Everyone's got debts, and Westie wouldn't want to clear them by selling out his country.
John Watson: Can you, er...? Can you tell me exactly what happened that night?
Lucy: We were having a night in. Just watching a DVD. He normally falls asleep, you know, but he sat through this one. He was quiet. Out of the blue he said he just had to go and see someone.
John Watson: And you've no idea who?

Joe: Hi, Liz. You OK, love?
Lucy: Yeah.
Joe: Who's this?
John Watson: John Watson, hi.
Lucy: This is my brother, Joe. John's trying to find out what happened to Westie, Joe. Joe: You with the police?

John Watson: Sort of, yeah.
Joe: Tell them to get off their arses, will you? It's bloody ridiculous.
John Watson: I'll do my best. Well, er, thanks very much for your help. Again, I'm very, very sorry.
Lucy: He didn't steal those things, Mr. Watson. I knew Westie, he was a good man. He was MY good man.

Woman: Spare change? No. Any spare change?
John Watson: Alex Woodbridge didn't know anything special about art. Sherlock Holmes: And?
John Watson: And...
Sherlock Holmes: Is that it? No habits, hobbies, personality?
John Watson: Give us a chance. He was an amateur astronomer. Sherlock Holmes: Hold that cab.
Woman: Spare change, sir?
Sherlock Holmes: Don't mind if I do.
John Watson: Can you wait here?
Sherlock Holmes: Fortunately, I haven't been idle. Come on.

Sherlock Holmes: Beautiful, isn't it?
John Watson: I thought you didn't care about...

Sherlock Holmes: Doesn't mean I can't appreciate it.
John Watson: Listen, Alex Woodbridge had a message on the answerphone at his flat. A Professor Cairns.
Sherlock Holmes: This way.
John Watson: Nice. Nice part of town. Any time you want to explain?
Sherlock Holmes: Homeless network. Really is indispensable.
John Watson: Homeless network?
Sherlock Holmes: My eyes and ears, all over the city.
John Watson: Ah, that's...clever. So you scratch their backs, and...?
Sherlock Holmes: Yes, then disinfect myself.
John Watson: Sherlock! Come on! What's he doing sleeping rough?
Sherlock Holmes: Well, he has a very distinctive look. He has to hide somewhere where tongues won't wag much.
John Watson: Oh sh...
Sherlock Holmes: What?
John Watson: I wish I...
Sherlock Holmes: Don't mention it. No! No! No! No! It'll take us weeks to find him again. John Watson: Or not. I have an idea where he might be going.
Sherlock Holmes: What?
John Watson: I told you, someone left Alex Woodbridge a message. There can't be that many Professor Cairns in the book. Come on.

Narration: Jupiter, the fifth planet in our solar system, and the largest. Jupiter is a gas giant. Planet Earth would fit into it 11 times.
Cairns: Yes, we know that.
Narration: Titan is the largest moon...

Cairns: Come on, Neptune.
Narration: Many are actually long dead...
Cairns: Tom, is that you?
Narration:..exploded into supernovas. Discovered by Urbain Le Verrier in 1846...composed mainly of hydrogen. Their light takes so long to reach us...'
Sherlock Holmes: Golem!
Narration: ...many are actually long dead, exploded into...
Sherlock Holmes: I can't see him.
John Watson: I'll go round.
Sherlock Holmes: Who are you working for this time, Dzundza?
Narration: A star begins as a collapsing ball of material composed mainly of...
John Watson: Golem! Let him go or I will kill you.
Narration: The fourth planet of the solar system, named after the Roman god of war. it is a gas giant...takes so long to reach us...into supernovas....exploded into supernovas...

Sherlock Holmes: It's a fake. It has to be.
Miss Wenceslas: That painting has been subjected to every test known to science. Sherlock Holmes: It's a very good fake, then. You know about this, don't you? This is you, isn't it?
Miss Wenceslas: Inspector, my time is being wasted. Would you mind showing yourself and your friends out?
Sherlock Holmes: The painting is a fake. It's a fake, that's why Woodbridge and Cairns were killed. Oh, come on, proving it's just a detail. The painting is a fake. I've solved it, I've

figured it out. It's a fake, that's the answer, that's why they were killed. OK, I'll prove it. Give me time. Will you give me time?
Kid: Ten
Lestrade: It's a kid. Oh God, it's a kid.

John Watson: What did he say?
Sherlock Holmes: Ten.
Kid: Nine
Sherlock Holmes: It's a countdown. He's giving me time. Lestrade: Jesus.

Sherlock Holmes: It's a fake, but how can I prove it? How?! How?!
Kid: Eight
Sherlock Holmes: This kid will die. Tell me why the painting is a fake. Tell me!
Kid: Seven
Sherlock Holmes: No, shut up. Don't say anything. It only works if I figure it out. It must be possible. It must be staring me in the face.
Kid: Six
Sherlock Holmes: How? Woodbridge knew, but how?!
Kid: Five
John Watson: It's speeding up! Sherlock!
Kid: Four
Sherlock Holmes: Oh! In the Planetarium, you heard it too. Oh, that is brilliant, that is gorgeous!
Kid: Three
Lestrade: What's brilliant? What is?!
Sherlock Holmes: This is beautiful. Love this!
Kid: Two
Lestrade: Sherlock!
Sherlock Holmes: The Van Buren Supernova.
Kid: Please, is somebody there? Somebody help me.
Sherlock Holmes: There you go. Go and find out where he is and pick him up. Van Buren Supernova, so-called. Exploding star. Only appeared in the sky in 1858.
John Watson: So how could it have been painted in the 1640s? Oh.

[TEXT MESSAGE] My Patience is wearing thin. –Mycroft Holmes John Watson: Oh, Sherl...

Sherlock Holmes: You know, it's interesting. Bohemian stationery, an assassin named after a Prague legend, and you, Miss Wenceslas. This whole case has a distinctly Czech feeling about it. Is that where this leads? What are we looking at, Inspector?
Lestrade: Well, criminal conspiracy, fraud, accessory after the fact, at the very least. The murder of the old woman, all the people in the flat...

Miss Wenceslas: I didn't know anything about that. All those things, please, believe me. I just wanted my share. The 30 million. I found a little old man in Argentina. A genius - I mean, really. Brushwork, immaculate. Could fool anyone.
Sherlock Holmes: Mmm.

Miss Wenceslas: Well, nearly anyone. But I didn't know how to go about convincing the world the picture was genuine. It was just an idea. A spark which he blew into a flame. Sherlock Holmes: Who?

Miss Wenceslas: I don't know. It's true! It took a long time, but eventually I was... put in touch with people. His people. Well, there was never any real contact. Just messages whispers.
Sherlock Holmes: And did those whispers have a name?

Miss Wenceslas: Moriarty.

John Watson: So this is where West was found? Man: Yeah. Are you going to be long?
John Watson: I might be.
Man: Are you the police, then?

John Watson: Sort of.
Man: I hate 'em.
John Watson: The police?
Man: No, jumpers. People who chuck 'emselves in front of trains. Selfish bastards. John Watson: Well, that's one way of looking at it.

Man: I mean it. It's all right for them. It's over in a split second, strawberry jam all over the lines. What about the drivers, eh? They've got to live with it, haven't they?
John Watson: Yeah, speaking of strawberry jam, there's no blood on the line. Has it been cleaned off?

Man: No, there wasn't that much.
John Watson: You said his head was smashed in.
Man: It was, but there wasn't much blood.
John Watson: OK.
Man: Well, I'll leave you to it, then. Just give us a shout when you're off.
John Watson: Right. Right, so, Andrew West got on the train somewhere. Or did he? There was no ticket on the body. How did he end up here?
Sherlock Holmes: The points.
John Watson: Yes!
Sherlock Holmes: I knew you'd get there eventually. West wasn't killed here, that's why there was so little blood.
John Watson: How long have you been following me?
Sherlock Holmes: Since the start. You don't think I'd give up on a case like this just to spite my brother, do you? Come on, we've got a bit of burglary to do.

Sherlock Holmes: Missile defence plans haven't left the country, otherwise Mycroft's people would have heard about it. Despite what people think, we do still have a secret service.
Yeah, I know, I've met them.

Sherlock Holmes: Which means whoever stole the memory stick can't sell it or doesn't know what to do with it. My money's on the latter. We're here.
John Watson: Where? Sherlock! What if there's someone in?
Sherlock Holmes: There isn't.

John Watson: Jesus. Where are we?
Oh, sorry, didn't I say? Joe Harrison's flat.
John Watson: Joe?
Sherlock Holmes: Brother of West's fiancee. He stole the memory stick, killed his prospective brother-in-law.
John Watson: Then why did he do it?
Sherlock Holmes: Let's ask him.
John Watson: Don't! Don't.

Joe: He wasn't meant to... What's Lucy gonna say? Jesus.
John Watson: Why did you kill him?
Joe: It was an accident. I swear it was.
Sherlock Holmes: But stealing the plans for the missile defence program wasn't an accident, was it?

Joe: I started dealing drugs. I mean, the bike thing's a great cover, right? I don't know how it started. I just got out of my depth. I owed people thousands. Serious people. Then at Westie's engagement do, he starts talking about his job. I mean, usually, he's so careful. But that night, after a few pints, he really opened up. He told me about these missile plans. Beyond top secret. He showed me the memory stick, he waved it in front of me.' You hear about these things getting lost, ending up on rubbish tips and whatnot. But there it was. And I thought...

Well, I thought it could be worth a fortune. It was pretty easy to get the thing off him, he was so plastered. Next time I saw him, 'I could tell by the look on his face that he knew.'

Joe: What are you doing here?
Andrew West: What have you done with the plans?

John Watson: What happened?
Joe: I was going to call an ambulance, but it was too late. I just didn't have a clue what to do. So I dragged him in 'ere.' I just sat in the dark, thinking.
Sherlock Holmes: When a neat little idea popped into your head. Carrying Andrew West way away from here. His body would have gone on for ages if the train hadn't hit a stretch of track that curved.
John Watson: And points.
Sherlock Holmes: Exactly.
John Watson: Do you still have it, then - the memory stick?
Sherlock Holmes: Fetch it for me, if you wouldn't mind.

Sherlock Holmes: Distraction over - the game continues.
John Watson: Maybe that's over, too. We've heard nothing from the bomber. Sherlock Holmes: Five pips, remember, John. It's a countdown. We've only had four.

Sherlock Holmes: No, no, no! Course he's not the boy's father. Look at the turn-ups on his jeans!
John Watson: I knew it was dangerous.
Sherlock Holmes: Hm?

John Watson: Getting you into crap telly.
Sherlock Holmes: Not a patch on Connie Prince.
John Watson: Have you given Mycroft the memory stick yet?
Sherlock Holmes: Yep. He was over the moon. Threatened me with a knighthood again. John Watson: You know, I'm still waiting.
Sherlock Holmes: Hm?
John Watson: For you to admit that a little knowledge of the solar system and you'd have cleared up the fake painting a lot quicker.
Sherlock Holmes: It didn't do you any good, did it?
John Watson: No, but I'm not the world's only consulting detective.
Sherlock Holmes: True.
John Watson: I won't be in for tea. I'm going to Sarah's. There's still some of that risotto left in the fridge. Milk, we need milk.
Sherlock Holmes: I'll get some.

John Watson: Really?
Sherlock Holmes: Really.
John Watson: And some beans, then? Sherlock Holmes: Mm.

Sherlock Holmes: Bought you a little getting-to-know-you present. That's what it's all been for, isn't it? All your little puzzles, making me dance. All to distract me from this.
John Watson: Evening. This is a turn-up, isn't it, Sherlock?
Sherlock Holmes: John! What the hell...?

John Watson: Bet you never saw this coming. What would you like me to make him say next? Gottle o' gear, gottle o' gear, gottle o' gear.
Sherlock Holmes: Stop it.
John Watson: Nice touch, this. The pool, where little Carl died. I stopped him. I can stop John Watson, too. Stop his heart.

Sherlock Holmes: Who are you?
Jim Moriarty: I gave you my number. I thought you might call. Is that a British Army Browning L9A1 in your pocket, or are you just pleased to see me?
Sherlock Holmes: Both.
Jim Moriarty: Jim Moriarty. Hi. Jim? Jim from the hospital? Oh, did I really make such a fleeting impression? But then, I suppose, that was rather the point. Don't be silly. Someone else is holding the rifle. I don't like getting my hands dirty. I've given you a glimpse, Sherlock, just a teensy glimpse of what I've got going on out there in the big bad world. I'm a specialist, you see. Like you.
Sherlock Holmes: Dear Jim...please will you fix it for me to get rid of my lover's nasty sister? Dear Jim, please will you fix it for me to disappear to South America?
Jim Moriarty: Just so.
Sherlock Holmes: Consulting criminal. Brilliant.
Jim Moriarty: Isn't it? No-one ever gets to me. And no-one ever will.
Sherlock Holmes: I did.
Jim Moriarty: You've come the closest. Now you're in my way.
Sherlock Holmes: Thank you.
Jim Moriarty: Didn't mean it as a compliment.
Sherlock Holmes: Yes, you did.
Jim Moriarty: Yeah, OK, I did. But the flirting's over, Sherlock. Daddy's had enough now. I've shown you what I can do. I cut loose all those people, all those little problems, even 30 million quid, just to get you to come out and play. So take this as a friendly warning my dear. Back off. Although I have loved this, this little game of ours. Playing Jim from IT. Playing gay.
Did you like the little touch with the underwear?
Sherlock Holmes: People have died.
Jim Moriarty: That's what people do!
Sherlock Holmes: I will stop you.
Jim Moriarty: No, you won't.
Sherlock Holmes: Are you all right?
Jim Moriarty: You can talk, Johnny boy. Go ahead.
Sherlock Holmes: Take it.
Jim Moriarty: Mm? Oh...that? The missile plans. Boring! I could have got them anywhere. John Watson: Sherlock, run!
Jim Moriarty: Good! Very good.
John Watson: If your sniper pulls that trigger, Mr. Moriarty, then we both go up.

Jim Moriarty: Isn't he sweet? I can see why you like having him around. But then, people do get so sentimental about their pets. They're so touchingly loyal. But oops! You've rather shown your hand there, Dr Watson. Gotcha. Westwood. Do you know what happens if you don't leave me alone, Sherlock? To you?
Sherlock Holmes: Oh, let me guess. I get killed.
Jim Moriarty: Kill you? No, don't be obvious. I mean, I'm going to kill you anyway, some day. I don't want to rush it, though. I'm saving it up for something special. No, no, no, no, no. If you don't stop prying, I'll burn you. I'll burn the heart out of you.
Sherlock Holmes: I have been reliably informed that I don't have one.
Jim Moriarty: But we both know that's not quite true. Well, I'd better be off. Well, so nice to have had a proper chat.
Sherlock Holmes: What if I was to shoot you now? Right now?
Jim Moriarty: Then you could cherish the look of surprise on my face. Cos I'd be surprised, Sherlock. Really, I would. And just a teensy bit disappointed. And of course, you wouldn't be able to cherish it for very long. Ciao, Sherlock Holmes.
Sherlock Holmes: Catch you later.
Jim Moriarty: No, you won't!
Sherlock Holmes: All right? Are you all right?
John Watson: Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine. Sherlock...Sherlock! Oh, Christ. Are you OK? Sherlock Holmes: Me? Yeah, fine. I'm fine. Fine. That, er...thing that you that you did, that, um...you offered to do that was, um...good.
John Watson: I'm glad no-one saw that.
Sherlock Holmes: Mm?
John Watson: You ripping my clothes off in a darkened swimming pool. People might talk. Sherlock Holmes: They do little else.
John Watson: Oh...
Jim Moriarty: Sorry, boys. I'm so changeable! It is a weakness with me, but to be fair to myself, it is my only weakness. You can't be allowed to continue. You just can't. I would try to convince you, but everything I have to say has already crossed your mind.
Sherlock Holmes: Probably my answer has crossed yours.

The Great Game, End.