It does make a considerable difference to me... having someone with me on whom I can thoroughly rely. Well, you can rely on me for exactly 10 minutes.
Sherlock Holmes
9.2s
He's essential to my plan. Get off out of it. What you doing? Can't you see where you're going? - You scalp diver. - Get off out of it.
Sherlock Holmes
8.6s
Mr. Holmes, apologies for summoning you like this. I'm sure it's quite a mystery as to where you are and who I am.
Sherlock Holmes
2.5s
I'd leave that alone if I were you, boy-o.
Sherlock Holmes
6s
Where's the inspector? He's getting his troops lined up. That could be all day.
Sherlock Holmes
2s
- Which is it to be? - Careful.
Sherlock Holmes
6.5s
What did he want? Not sure. But I don't think you're needed, Father. Not for this one.
Sherlock Holmes
2.2s
And her family, as well.
Sherlock Holmes
3.4s
We've one for the doctor... and one for the rope.
Sherlock Holmes
5.6s
I knew she'd been engaged. She had told me. So that's no to the opera, then?
Sherlock Holmes
1.8s
Good lad.
Sherlock Holmes
2.6s
- I don't think you do. - You're overtired.
Sherlock Holmes
24.8s
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
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
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.
Sherlock Holmes
3.1s
I'd say the girl deserves your attention more than he.