So now you're curious as to whether there's a larger game afoot. Either that or... shortly my friend will pronounce you dead and I thought I might keep him company. Your mistake is to imagine that anything earthly's led to this moment. Your error of judgment is to assume that I'm holding the brush at all. - I'm merely the channel. - My only wish is that I caught you sooner. You see, 5 lives might have been spared.
Sherlock Holmes
10s
- How can I help? - I'd followed the murders with interest. While my heart went out to the families of the victims... I couldn't but notice a criminal mastery in the stroke of your brush.
Sherlock Holmes
7.6s
Did you know the opera house is featuring Don Giovanni? I could procure a couple of tickets if you had any cultural inclinations this evening.
Sherlock Holmes
6.5s
- You're too kind. - However, by comparison... your work in the crypt was more akin to a finger painting.
Sherlock Holmes
5.2s
You have the grand gift of silence, Watson. It makes you quite invaluable as a companion.
Sherlock Holmes
5.6s
I knew she'd been engaged. She had told me. So that's no to the opera, then?
Sherlock Holmes
2.7s
I just have a small point of concern.
Sherlock Holmes
2.5s
Those lives were a necessity.
Sherlock Holmes
6s
I'm terribly sorry to inconvenience you, sir... but I'm gonna have to put this on you.
Sherlock Holmes
5.2s
For whom? Friends in high places. They're the ones who bailed you out.
Sherlock Holmes
3.1s
Now, clean up and make yourself presentable.
Sherlock Holmes
15.5s
Now, please tell me you have answers. All in good time, Lestrade. "All in good time"? Is this some parlor game where we guess what you're thinking? I've got a public in frenzy out there. If you don't fill me in... I'll have you in there playing Victoria and Albert quicker than a bookie's runner.
Sherlock Holmes
8.6s
Thank heaven you're here. I'd almost run out of jokes. In another life, you'd have made an excellent criminal. And you, sir, an excellent policeman. Tomski, thank you.
Sherlock Holmes
54.6s
As to where I am... I was, admittedly, lost for a moment between Charing Cross and Holborn. But I was saved by the bread shop on Saffron Hill... the only baker to use a certain French glaze on their loaves... a Brittany sage. The carriage forked left, then right, a telltale bump over the Fleet Conduit. And as to who you are, that took every ounce of my not inconsiderable experience. The letters on your desk are addressed to Sir Thomas Rotheram. Lord Chief Justice, tha'd be your official title. Who you really are is, of course, another matter entirely. Judging by the sacred ox on your ring... you're the head of the Temple of the Four Orders... in whose headquarters we now sit... on the northwest corner of St. James's Square, I think. As to the mystery, the only mystery is why you bothered to blindfold me at all. Yes, well, standard procedure, I suppose.