Sherlock 1x1

A Study in Pink

& Therapist: How’s your blog going?
    Watson: Yeah, good, very good.

& Holmes: How fresh?
    — Just in. 67, natural causes. Used to work here. I knew him, he was nice.
    Holmes: Fine. We’ll start with the riding crop*.
    — So, bad day was it?
    Holmes: I need to know what bruises form in the next 20 minutes. A man’s alibi depends on it.

& Watson: Is that what? We’ve only just met and we’re going to go and look at a flat?
    Holmes: Problem?
    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.
    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.

& Holmes: That’s a skull. Friend of mine.

& Mrs. Hudson: What do you think, then, Dr Watson? There’s another bedroom upstairs, if you’ll be needing two bedrooms.
    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_.

& Watson: That... was amazing.
    Holmes: Do you think so?
    Watson: Of course it was. It was extraordinary, it was quite extraordinary.
    Holmes: That’s not what people normally say.
    Watson: What do people normally say?
    Holmes: Piss off!

& Sgt Donovan: Freak’s here.
    Anderson: Bringing him in.

& Holmes: Shut up!
    DI Lestrade: I didn’t say anything.
    Holmes: You were thinking. It’s annoying.

& Watson: Well? What am I doing here?
    Holmes: Helping me make a point.
    Watson: I’m supposed to be helping you pay the rent.
    Holmes: This is more fun.
    Watson: Fun?! There’s a woman lying dead.
    Holmes: Perfectly sound analysis, but I WAS hoping you’d go deeper.

& Watson: What are you doing?
    Holmes: Nicotine patch. Helps me think. Impossible to sustain a smoking habit in London these days. Bad news for brain work.
    Watson: It’s good news for breathing.
    Holmes: Oh... Breathing! Breathing’s boring.
    Watson: Is that... three patches?
    Holmes: It’s a three-patch problem.

& Watson: Have you talked to the police?
    Holmes: Four people are dead, there isn’t time.
    Watson: So why are you talking to ME?
    Holmes: Mrs Hudson took my skull.
    Watson: So I’m basically filling in for your skull?
    Holmes: Relax, you’re doing fine.

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

& Angelo: I’ll get a candle for the table. It’s more romantic.
    Watson: I’m not his date!

& Watson: You don’t have a girlfriend, then.
    Holmes: Girlfriend? No, not really my area.
    Watson: Mm. Oh, right. Do you have a... boyfriend? Which is fine, by the way.
    Holmes: I know it’s fine.
    Watson: So you’ve got a boyfriend then.
    Holmes: No.
    Watson: Right. OK. You’re unattached. Like me. Fine. Good.
    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...
    Watson: No, I’m... not asking. No. I’m just saying, it’s all fine.

& Watson: That was ridiculous. That was the most ridiculous thing... I’ve ever done.
    Holmes: And you invaded Afghanistan.

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& Anderson: According to SOMEONE, the murderer has the case, and we found it in the hands of our favourite psychopath.
    Holmes: I’m not a psychopath, Anderson, I’m a high-functioning sociopath! Do your research.

& Holmes: If you were dying... If you’d been murdered — in your very last few seconds what would you say?
    Watson: “Please, God, let me live.”
    Holmes: Use your imagination!

& Holmes: 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.

& Holmes: Anderson, don’t talk out loud. You lower the IQ of the whole street.

& Cabbie: One thing about being a cabbie — you always know a nice quiet spot for a murder.

& Cabbie: Well, what do you think?
    Holmes: It’s up to you.
    Cabbie: You’re the one who’s going to die here.

& Cabbie: I want your best game.
    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.

& Cabbie: 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.
    Holmes: Either way, you’re wasted as a cabbie.

& Cabbie: Aneurysm. Right in ’ere. Any breath could be my last.
    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 aneurysm.
    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.

& Holmes: Who’d sponsor a serial killer?
    Cabbie: You’re not the only one to enjoy a good murder.

& Cabbie: What do you think? Can you beat me? Are you clever enough... to bet your life? 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?

& Watson: You were going to take that damn pill, weren’t you?
    Holmes: Course I wasn’t. Biding my time. Knew you’d turn up.
    Watson: No, you didn’t. That’s how you get your kicks, isn’t it — you risk your life to prove you’re clever.
    Holmes: Why would I do that?
    Watson: Because you’re an idiot.

& 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.

& Watson: What are you so happy about?
    Holmes: Moriarty.
    Watson: What’s Moriarty?
    Holmes: I’ve absolutely no idea.


riding crop — хлыст
vacant — пустой; рассеянный; бессмысленный

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__ Strictly recommended 2 watch. & 2 listen. & 2 enjoy.