D'you know what I love about so very many Sherlock episodes? How something Moriarty said, or did, or is said to have done, or is hoped to have done -- results in Sherlock getting sudden inspiration and/or strength. (Indeed, Moriarty, more so than John, appears to be Sherlock's bright light in the fog.)
ASIB: Irene Adler: Oh, Jim Moriarty sends his love. (...) Thank God for the consultant criminal. Gave me a lot of advice about how to play the Holmes boys. D’you know what he calls you? (Softly) The Ice Man ... (she looks across to Sherlock) ... and the Virgin. (...) Didn’t even ask for anything. I think he just likes to cause trouble. Now that’s my kind of man. (...) SHERLOCK: No.
HLV: Jim Moriarty (in Sherlock's mind palace): You’re gonna love being dead, Sherlock. (He looks down at Sherlock’s still form.) JIM: No-one ever bothers you. (In the operating room the overhead camera moves downwards towards Sherlock’s still body.) JIM (a little wide-eyed and manic): Mrs Hudson will cry; and Mummy and Daddy will cry ... (...) ... and The Woman will cry; and John will cry buckets and buckets. It’s him that I worry about the most. That wife! (He grimaces and blows out a noisy breath.) JIM: You’re letting him down, Sherlock. John Watson is definitely in danger. (...) Oh, you’re not getting better, are you? (Sherlock hauls himself to his feet, then staggers and slumps back against the wall.) JIM: Was it something I said, huh?
TFP: MYCROFT: Moriarty. SHERLOCK: Moriarty? (...) EURUS: Jim Moriarty thought you’d make this choice. He was so excited. (The lights in the room turn red and Jim appears on the screen, speaking more softly than previously.) JIM: And here we are, at the end of the line. Holmes killing Holmes. (Mycroft shifts uncomfortably on the spot while Sherlock looks at him with a determined gaze. His eyes narrow slightly.) JIM: This is where I get off. (He smiles. The lights go white and Eurus is back on the screen. Sherlock’s gaze is fixed on his brother, his expression grim.) SHERLOCK (tightly, through almost clenched teeth): Five minutes. It took her just five minutes to do all of this to us. (...) Well, not on my watch.
By the by, YOU, your transcripts are my source. Where I got all of the above. (And I'm not quite sure how to link back to your transcripts.) But they're on the same page as this comment so hopefully that's not a problem...
ASIB: Irene Adler: Oh, Jim Moriarty sends his love. (...) Thank God for the consultant criminal. Gave me a lot of advice about how to play the Holmes boys. D’you know what he calls you? (Softly) The Ice Man ... (she looks across to Sherlock) ... and the Virgin. (...) Didn’t even ask for anything. I think he just likes to cause trouble. Now that’s my kind of man. (...)
SHERLOCK: No.
HLV: Jim Moriarty (in Sherlock's mind palace): You’re gonna love being dead, Sherlock.
(He looks down at Sherlock’s still form.)
JIM: No-one ever bothers you.
(In the operating room the overhead camera moves downwards towards Sherlock’s still body.)
JIM (a little wide-eyed and manic): Mrs Hudson will cry; and Mummy and Daddy will cry ... (...) ... and The Woman will cry; and John will cry buckets and buckets. It’s him that I worry about the most. That wife!
(He grimaces and blows out a noisy breath.)
JIM: You’re letting him down, Sherlock. John Watson is definitely in danger. (...)
Oh, you’re not getting better, are you?
(Sherlock hauls himself to his feet, then staggers and slumps back against the wall.)
JIM: Was it something I said, huh?
TFP: MYCROFT: Moriarty.
SHERLOCK: Moriarty? (...)
EURUS: Jim Moriarty thought you’d make this choice. He was so excited.
(The lights in the room turn red and Jim appears on the screen, speaking more softly than previously.)
JIM: And here we are, at the end of the line. Holmes killing Holmes.
(Mycroft shifts uncomfortably on the spot while Sherlock looks at him with a determined gaze. His eyes narrow slightly.)
JIM: This is where I get off.
(He smiles. The lights go white and Eurus is back on the screen. Sherlock’s gaze is fixed on his brother, his expression grim.)
SHERLOCK (tightly, through almost clenched teeth): Five minutes. It took her just five minutes to do all of this to us. (...) Well, not on my watch.
By the by, YOU, your transcripts are my source. Where I got all of the above. (And I'm not quite sure how to link back to your transcripts.) But they're on the same page as this comment so hopefully that's not a problem...
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