The Final Problem

Sherlock 4×3

& Moriarty: ’Hello. My name’s Jim Moriarty. Welcome to the final problem.’

& Watson: Well, don’t worry, there’s a place for people like you, the desperate, the terrified. The ones with nowhere else to run...
    Mycroft: What place?
    Watson: 221B Baker Street. See you in the morning. If there’s a queue, join it.

& Watson: You might want to close that window. There is an east wind coming.

& Mrs. Hudson: You have to sit in the chair. They won’t talk to you unless you sit in the chair. It’s the rules!

& Mrs. Hudson: Would you like a cup of tea?

& Mycroft: Eurus, she was incandescent, even then. Our abilities were professionally assessed more than once. I was remarkable, but Eurus was described as an era-defining genius. Beyond Newton.

& Watson: Oscar Wilde. He said, «The truth is rarely pure and never simple». It’s from The Importance Of Being Earnest.

& Mycroft: That’s the trouble with uniforms and name badges, people stop looking at faces.

& Eurus: There’s no such thing as bad.
— What about good?
    Eurus: Good and bad are fairytales. We have evolved to attach an emotional significance to what is nothing more than a survival strategy of the pack animal. We are conditioned to invest divinity in utility. Good isn’t really good, evil isn’t really wrong, bottoms aren’t really pretty. You are a prisoner of your own meat.
    — Why aren’t you?
    Eurus: I’m too clever.

& Eurus: Oh! This is going to be such a good day...

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& Eurus: Smiling is advertising.

& Eurus: Happiness is a pop song. Sadness is a poem.

& Eurus: The man who sees through everything is exactly the man who doesn’t notice... when there’s nothing to see through.

& Moriarty: Big G. Big G means Governor. Street speak.

& Moriarty: Whatever you’re about to tell me... I already know it’s going to be... awesome!

& Moriarty: I’m your Christmas present.

& Watson: Did you see your sister?
    Sherlock: Yes.
    Watson: How was that?
    Sherlock: Family is always difficult.

& Eurus: I’m particularly focused on internal conflicts, where strategising around a largely-intuitive moral code appears to create a counterintuitive result.

& Watson: Do you want to pray or anything?
    David: With Eurus Holmes in the world, who the hell would I pray to?

& Moriarty: ’Come on now, all aboard! Choo-choo! Choo-choo! Choo-choo!...’

& Watson: Today, we have to be soldiers, Mycroft, soldiers. And that means to hell with what happens to us!

& Eurus: I’m now focusing on the difference to your mental capacity a specified consequence can make.

& Eurus: Emotional context, Sherlock, it destroys you every time.

& Sherlock: This isn’t torture, this is vivisection. We’re experiencing science from the perspective of lab rats.

& Eurus: ...family or friend. Mycroft or John Watson?

& Mycroft: Well, I suppose there is a heart somewhere inside me. I don’t imagine it’s much of a target, but why don’t we try for that?

& Mycroft: Goodbye, brother mine. No flowers. My request.

& Eurus: Sherlock Holmes, it’s time to solve the Musgrave ritual. Your very first case, and the final problem.

& Eurus: Emotional context. And heeeeere it comes.

& Watson: Is this strictly relevant?!

& Police Officer: Is that him, sir, Sherlock Holmes?
    Lestrade: Fan, are you?
    Police Officer: Well, he’s a great man, sir.
    Lestrade: No, he’s better than that. He’s a good one.

& Mary: ....When all else fails, there are two men sitting arguing in a scruffy flat like they’ve always been there, and they always will. The best and wisest men I have ever known. My Baker Street boys. Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson.

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