The Marchioness

Elementary 2×7

& Sherlock: I often wonder if I should have been born in another time...

& Sherlock: My-my... My senses are unusually— well, one could even say unnaturally— keen. And ours is an era of distraction. It’s, uh, a punishing drumbeat of constant input. This-this cacophony which follows us into our homes and into our beds and seeps into our... into our souls, for want of a better word. For a long time, uh, there was only one poultice for my raw nerve endings, and that was, uh, copious drug use. So in my less productive moments, I’m given to wonder... if I’d just been born when it was a little... quieter out there, would I have even become an addict in the first place? Might I have been more focused?.. A more fully realized person?..
    AA: What, like Ancient Greece?
    Sherlock: You have any idea what passed for dental care in the Hellenic era?! No, no, I’d, um, I’d want some of the wonders of modernity. Just before everything got... amplified.

& Watson: I’m confused. Didn’t you and your brother’s fiancé...
    Sherlock: What? Copulate? Engage in several bouts of vigorous sex? Yes, yes, we did.

& Watson: “Marquess”?
    Sherlock: It’s mid-level nobility. It’s smack between an earl and a duke.

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& Mycroft: I know you and Joan rarely sit down for a meal.
    Sherlock: That’s by design— a lingering dinner, especially in the midst of a case, is an indulgence.
    Mycroft: You think conversation’s an indulgence?
    Sherlock: The meal itself is an indulgence. Conversation is an annoyance within an indulgence...

& Mycroft: I don’t quite believe I’m going to say this to a grown man... Your food’s getting cold.

& Sherlock: Ah, sorry, I can’t do this. There’s just too much tension.
    Watson: What are you talking about? There’s no tension!
    Mycroft: We’re having a nice time.
    Sherlock: You must be joking. Watson carries unease between her shoulder blades. Her trapezius muscles are in knots, and it’s carrying over to her deltoids.
    Watson: My back is fine.
    Sherlock: What happened between you two in London?

& Sherlock: Oh, my God.
    Watson: I was in London— I didn’t know he was gonna come here.
    Sherlock: You had sex with my brother. Willingly?

& Sherlock: Is this going to be an ongoing arrangement? Because, if it is, I’ll need to plan accordingly. ... You haven’t discussed it! Well, get it sorted immediately, would you? It’s the least you could do... Just out of curiosity— was he any good? My brother. Does he have a talent for the act of coitus? ... Mycroft, your thoughts on Watson?

& Watson: Do you think you’re maybe overthinking this?

& Watson: Uh! Why are you poking me with your single stick?
    Sherlock: I’m poking the covers to determine whether or not my brother is in there with you.

& Sherlock: I won’t discuss the holidays, you know.
    Mycroft: That’s fine.
    Sherlock: I’ve no interest in covering our past in a glaze of nostalgia.
    Mycroft: I accept your terms completely... Where does that leave us, then? What would you like to talk about?

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