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Why is the only woman you've cared about a criminal? Are you a masochist? - Allow me to explain. - Allow me. She's the only adversary who ever outsmarted you. Twice. Made a proper idiot out of you. - Right, you've had your fun. - What's she after, anyway? - It's time to press on. - What could she possibly need? It doesn't matter. An alibi? A beard? A human canoe. She could sit on your back and paddle you up the Thames. That's of no consequence to you, is it? We've done our last case together. I've already read it. Missing person: Luke Reordan, 4 foot 10, red hair, no front teeth. Case solved. You're obviously not her type. She likes ginger dwarves. - Midget. - So you agree? No, I don't agree. It's more than technicality, you see. You're misrepresenting the dimensions of foreshortened peoples. - I've said too much. I've upset you. - No, I am simply stating that one has... What were you doing? - Will you allow me to explain? - I wish you would.
Sherlock Holmes
28.8s
So Moriarty was after a piece of the machine... not the poison. There's nothing more elusive than an obvious fact. The wire-free invention was the game all along. And Adler was just the diversion. He knew I'd chase her, leaving the machine accessible. A technology of that kind would be worth an untold fortune. Imagine being able to control any device... simply by sending a command via radio waves. It's the future, Watson.
Sherlock Holmes
2m19s
You had it broken before your burial, then put back together using an adhesive. An ancient Egyptian recipe, I believe... a mixture of egg and honey... designed to be washed away by the rain. Holmes! Arranging for your father to drown in his own bathtub... required more modern science. Very clever of Reordan to find a paralytic... that was activated by the combination of copper and water... and was therefore undetectable once the bath water was drained. That migh've been a challenge for me... had he not also tested it on some unfortunate amphibians. The death of Standish was a real mystery... until you used the same compound to blow up the wharf. An odorless, tasteless flammable liquid... yet it burned with an unusual pinkish hue. Did Standish mistake it for rain as he entered the temple? All it took was a spark. A simple rigged bullet in his gun. Ingenious. Like all great performers, you saved your picce de r�sistance for the end: A chemical weapon distilled from cyanide and refined in the bellies of swine. Had it worked... your followers in Parliament would have watched unharmed... as their colleagues were dying around them. They didn't know you'd given them the antidote. Instead, they would've believed it was magic... and that you'd harnessed the ultimate power. And the world would've followed, fear being the most powerful weapon of all. You'd better hope that it's nothing more than superstition... as you performed all the rituals perfectly. The devil is due a soul, I'd say. For God's sake, Holmes, cut me loose. First, the world will see you for what you are. A fraud. Then you'll be hanged. Properly, this time. It's a long journey from here to the rope.
Sherlock Holmes