Sherlock 2x3

The Reichenbach Fall

& Watson: Why today?
    Watson's therapist: Do you want to hear me say it?
    Watson: 18 months since our last appointment...

& — A small token of our gratitude.
    Sherlock: Diamond cufflinks... All my cuffs have buttons.
    Watson: He means ’thank you.’
    Sherlock: Do I?
    Watson: Just say it.
    Sherlock: Thank you.

& Lestrade: Peter Ricoletti... Number one on Interpol’s most wanted list since 1982. We got him, and there’s one person we have to thank for giving us the decisive leads. With all his customary diplomacy and tact.
    Watson: Sarcasm.
    Sherlock: Yes.

& Sherlock: “Boffin!” “Boffin Sherlock Holmes!”
    Watson: Everybody gets one.
    Sherlock: One what?
    Watson: Tabloid nickname. SuBo, Nasty Nick. I’ll probably get one soon.
    Sherlock: Page five, column six, first sentence. Why is it always the hat photograph?!
    Watson: “Bachelor John Watson.”
    Sherlock: What kind of hat is it?
    Watson: What are they implying?!

& Sherlock: It really bothers you.
    Watson: What?
    Sherlock: What people say.
    Watson: Yes.
    Sherlock: About me. Why would it upset YOU?
    Watson: Just try to keep a low profile. Find yourself a little case this week. Stay out of the news.

& Watson: That’s your phone.
    Sherlock: Hmm, it keeps doing that.

& Watson: Pressing case, is it?
    Sherlock: They’re all pressing until they’re solved.

& Moriarty: No rush.

& Watson: Here.
    Sherlock: Not now, I’m busy.
    Watson: Sherlock...
    Sherlock: Not now!
    Watson: He’s back.

Nina Simone — Sinnerman

# Oh, sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
# Sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
# Where you gonna run to?
# All on that day
# Well, I run to the rock...

& Moriarty: Would you mind slipping your hand into my pocket? ... Thanks.

& Kitty Reilly (by Katherine Parkinson AKA Jen): You’re him.
    Sherlock: Wrong toilet.
    Kitty: I’m a big fan.
    Sherlock: Evidently.
    Kitty: I read your cases, follow them all. Sign my shirt, would you?
    Sherlock: There are two types of fans.
    Kitty: Oh?
    Sherlock: Catch me before I kill again, Type A.
    Kitty: Uh-huh. What’s Type B?
    Sherlock: Your bedroom’s just a taxi ride away.
    Kitty: Hmm. Guess which one I am?
    Sherlock: Neither.

& Sherlock: I don’t see smart. I don’t see trustworthy. I’ll give you a quote. if you like. Three little words. You... repel*... me.

& Sorrel, prosecutor: Would you describe him as...
    Sherlock: Leading.
    Sorrel: What?
    Sherlock: You’re leading the witness. He’ll object and the judge’ll uphold.
    Judge: Mr Holmes!
    Sherlock: Ask me how, HOW would I describe him? What opinion have I formed of him? Do they not teach you this?
    Judge: Mr Holmes, we are fine without your help!
    Sorrel: HOW would you describe this man, his character?

& Sherlock: James Moriarty isn’t a man at all. He’s a spider. A spider at the centre of a web, a criminal web with a thousand threads and he knows precisely how each and every single one of them dances.

& Judge: Miss Sorrel, are you seriously claiming this man is an expert? After knowing the accused for just five minutes?
    Sherlock: Two minutes would have made me an expert, five was ample*.

& Judge: Mr Holmes! {...} Keep your answers brief and to the point. Anything else will be treated as contempt. Do you think you could survive for just a few minutes... WITHOUT SHOWING OFF?!

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& Watson: Don’t do that.
    Sherlock: Do what?
    Watson: The look.
    Sherlock: Look?
    Watson: You’re doing the look again.
    Sherlock: Well, I can’t see it, can I? It’s my face.
    Watson: Yes and you’re doing a “We both know what’s really going on here” face.
    Sherlock: We do.
    Watson: No, I don’t, which is why I find the face so annoying.

& Sherlock: Most people knock... But then, you’re not most people, I suppose.

& Moriarty: You know when he was on his deathbed, Bach, he heard his son at the piano playing one of his... pieces. The boy stopped before he got to the end.
    Sherlock: The dying man jumped out of bed, ran to the piano and finished it.
    Moriarty: Couldn’t cope with an unfinished melody.
    Sherlock: Neither can you, that’s why you’ve come.

& Moriarty: Every fairy tale needs a good old-fashioned villain. You need me or you’re nothing.

& Moriarty: We’re just alike, you and I, except... you’re boring. You’re on the side of the angels.

& Moriarty: Every person has their pressure point. Someone that they want to protect from harm. Easy-peasy.

& Sherlock: You didn’t take anything because you don’t need to.
    Moriarty: Good...
    Sherlock: You’ll never need to take anything ever again.
    Moriarty: Very good, because?..
    Sherlock: Because nothing in the Bank of England, the Tower of London or Pentonville Prison could possibly match the value of the key that could get you into all three.
    Moriarty: I can open any door anywhere with a few tiny lines of computer code. No such thing as a private bank account now, they’re all mine. No such thing as secrecy, I OWN secrecy. Nuclear codes? I could blow up NATO in alphabetical order. In a world of locked rooms, the man with the key is king. And honey, you should see me in a crown...

& Moriarty: Big client list — rogue governments, intelligence communities, terrorist cells. They all want me. Suddenly, I’m Mr Sex.

& Sherlock: What is it all for?
    Moriarty: I want to solve the problem. Our problem. The final problem. It’s going to start very soon, Sherlock... the fall. But don’t be scared, falling is just like flying, except there’s a more permanent destination.

& Sherlock: Never liked riddles.
    Moriarty: Learn to. Because I owe you a fall, Sherlock. I... owe...you.

& Anderson: Linseed oil. Not much use, it doesn’t lead us to the kidnapper.
    Sherlock: Brilliant, Anderson.
    Anderson: Really?
    Sherlock: Yes, brilliant impression of an idiot.

& Watson: Having fun?
    Sherlock: Starting to.
    Watson: Maybe don’t do the smiling. Kidnapped children?

& Watson: How could he get past the CCTV? If all the doors were locked.
    Sherlock: He walked in when they weren’t locked.
    Watson: But a stranger can’t just walk into a school like that.
    Sherlock: Anyone can walk in anywhere if they pick the right moment.

& Molly: You’re a bit like my dad. He’s dead. No, sorry.
    Sherlock: Molly, please don’t feel the need to make conversation, it’s really not your area.
    Molly: When he was dying, he was always cheerful, he was lovely, except when he thought no-one could see. I saw him once, he looked sad.
    Sherlock: Molly.
    Molly: You look sad, when you think he can’t see you. Are you OK? And don’t just say you are, because I know what that means, looking sad when you think no-one can see you.

& Molly: What I’m trying to say is, that if there’s anything I can do, anything you need, anything at all, you can have me. No, I just mean, I mean, if there’s anything you need, it’s fine.
    Sherlock: But what can I need from you?
    Molly: Nothing. I don’t know. You could probably say thank you, actually.
    Sherlock: Thank you?

& Moriarty: Are you ready for the story?.. This is the story of Sir Boast*-a-lot.
    Donovan: A footprint, it’s all he had. A footprint.
    Lestrade: Yeah, well, you know what he’s like. CSI Baker Street.

& Moriarty: No charge.

& Sherlock: Cameras, we're being watched.
    Mrs Hudson: What?! Cameras? Here? I’m in my nightie!

& Sherlock: No, Inspector.
    Lestrade: Why?
    Sherlock: The answer’s no.
    Lestrade: You’ve not heard the question!
    Sherlock: You want to take me to the station. Saving you the trouble of asking.

& Sherlock: You’re going to have to be strong to resist. You can’t kill an idea, can you? Not once it’s made a home... there.

& Watson: You should have gone with him. People’ll think...
    Sherlock: I don’t care what people think.
    Watson: You’d care if they thought you were stupid or wrong.
    Sherlock: No, that would just make them stupid or wrong.
    Watson: Sherlock, I don’t want the world believing you’re...
    Sherlock: That I am what?!
    Watson: ... A fraud.

& Watson: No, I know you for real.
    Sherlock: 100 percent?
    Watson: Well, nobody could fake being such an annoying dick all the time.

& Sherlock: Joining me?
    Watson: Yeah. Well, apparently it’s against the law to chin the Chief Superintendent.

& Sherlock: Everybody wants to believe it, that’s what makes it so clever. A lie that’s preferable to the truth. My deductions were a sham. No-one feels inadequate, Sherlock’s an ordinary man.

& Watson: So that’s your source?! ... Moriarty is Richard Brook?
    Kitty: Of course he’s Richard Brook, there is no Moriarty. There never has been.
    Watson: What are you talking about?
    Kitty: Look him up. Rich Brook, an actor Sherlock Holmes hired to be Moriarty.

Bee Gees — Stayin Alive

# I’ve been kicked around since I was born
# But now it’s all right, it’s OK
# You can look the other way
# We can try to understand
# The New York Times’ effect on man
# Whether you’re a brother or whether you’re a mother
# You’re stayin’ alive... #

& Moriarty: Well... here we are at last. You and me, Sherlock. And our problem — the final problem. Staying alive! It’s so boring, isn’t it? It’s just staying.

& Moriarty: Did you almost start to wonder if I was real? Did I nearly get you? Richard Brook... Nobody seems to get the joke, but you do.
    Sherlock: Of course.
    Moriarty: Attaboy.
    Sherlock: Richard Brook in German is Reichenbach.

& Moriarty: Glad you chose a tall building. Nice way to do it.
    Sherlock: Do it? Do what?.. Yes, of course. My suicide.
    Moriarty: Genius detective proved to be a fraud. I read it in the paper so it must be true. I love newspapers. Fairy tales. And pretty grim ones too.

& Sherlock: I can prove that you created an entirely false identity.
    Moriarty: Oh, just kill yourself. It’s a lot less effort.

& Moriarty: What?! What is it? What did I miss?

& Sherlock: You want me to shake hands with you in hell? I shall not disappoint you.
    Moriarty: Nah. You talk big. Nah. You’re ordinary. You’re ordinary. You’re on the side of the angels.
    Sherlock: Oh, I may be on the side of the angels, but don’t think for one second that I am one of them.
    Moriarty: ....... No... you’re not. I see. You’re not ordinary. No. You’re me. You’re me. Thank you... Sherlock Holmes. Thank you. Bless you.

& Moriarty: As long as I’m alive, you can save your friends, you’ve got a way out. Well, good luck with that.
    Sherlock: No!
    Moriarty: Yes, sir. Thank you. Bye.

& Watson: Erm... Hmm. You... you told me once... that you weren’t a hero. Erm, there were times I didn’t even think you were human, but let me tell you this, you were... the best man... the most human... human being that I’ve ever known and no-one will ever convince me that you told me a lie, so... there. I was so alone... and I owe you so much. But, please, there’s just one more thing, one more thing, one more miracle, Sherlock, for me, don’t be... dead. Would you do that just for me?


repel — отталкивать; вызывать неприязнь, отвращение
ample — достаточный; обильный; обширный
Boast — хвастовство

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