M.

Elementary 1×12

& Watson: We just need to carve out a time to talk.
    Holmes: It’s time I told you, Watson. You place far too much emphasis on talking. Most of what we humans have to say to one another is communicated haptically*. When I think of the many thousands of words that you yourself have wasted during your time here...

& Holmes: M. A simple moniker* for a complicated monster.

& Watson: I’m gonna miss this.
    Holmes: ?
    Watson: Well, maybe not this, but... this. Working with you. I think what you do... is amazing.
    Holmes: ?

& Holmes: Watson, I need you to be very, very quiet right now.
    Watson: Why?
    Holmes: Because I believe our home has just become a crime scene.

& Watson: You a friend of his?
    Teddy: Associate. He doesn’t have any friends.
    Watson: It’s okay, he can stay.
    Cop: Captain said stop anyone and everyone.
    Teddy: Black?!

& Holmes: As to why I am withholding information from the NYPD, it’s quite simple: I have no intention of capturing M. I have every intention of torturing... and murdering him.

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& Holmes: We’d been together seven months by then. I won’t bore you with the details of our courtship. Suffice it to say... I was quite smitten*. Up until that point in my life, I’d found most women quite boring... a perfumed and pillowy means to a physiological end. Irene was different.
    Watson: You were in love...

& Watson: I’m not gonna let you risk it all by chasing down a psychopath.
    Holmes: You know, I don’t think you understand, Watson. Without you, none of this would have been possible. Everything that you’ve helped me do these past six weeks... every-every meeting you’ve dragged me to, every exercise you’ve compelled me to perform... it’s all been in preparation for this moment. I’m not throwing away anything I’ve learned. I’m using it.

& Holmes: I am as clearheaded and as focused as I have ever been. There’s a clarity to my thinking that’s... frightening.

& Holmes: You do as you feel you must, Watson. I’ll do the same.

& Holmes: Arsenal fan. As if I didn’t have enough reasons to despise you.

& M.: Ex-Royal Marine. Death’s an old friend.
    Holmes: Is he? What about torture? Is he an old friend, too?.. You made me a shambles* of a man. Now I’m simply returning the favor.

& M.: That was him. That was Moriarty.

& M.: I knew you’d make the right decision. You’re a rare thing in this world, Holmes. You’re an honorable man.
    Holmes: A famous statistician once stated that while the individual man is an insoluble puzzle, in the aggregate he becomes a mathematical certainty. You can, for example, never foretell what any one man will do. But you can, with precision, say what an average man will do. Individuals vary, percentages remain constant. So says the statistician. I am... not... an average man.

& Holmes: I’m gonna miss this... Maybe not this so much. But this. Working with you. I think what you do is amazing.
Ω I’m gonna miss this... Maybe not this so much. But this. This pair's working together.

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haptic — тактильный
moniker — кличка; имя
smitten — сражен; разбитый; охваченный
shambles — руины; бойня

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