Sherlock Series 2

The Reichenbach Fall


Jaye Griffiths  Jonathan Aris  Katherine Parkinson  Lorraine Hilton  Malcolm Rennie  Pano Masti  Rupert Graves  Vinette Robinson

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Therapist: Why today?
Watson: Do you want to hear me say it?
Therapist: Eighteen months since our last appointment.
Watson: Do you read the papers?
Therapist: Sometimes.
Watson: And you watch telly. You know why I’m here. I’m here becau—
Therapist: What happened, John?
Watson: Sherlock…
Therapist: You need to get it out.
Watson: My best friend, Sherlock Holmes, is dead.

Three months earlier

Lestrade (Rupert Graves): And there’s one person we have to thank for giving us the decisive leads. With all his customary diplomacy and tact.
Watson: Sarcasm.
Sherlock: Yes.

Sherlock: Boffin! Boffin Sherlock Holmes.
Watson: Everybody gets one.
Sherlock: One what?
Watson: Tabloid nickname.

Sherlock: Why’s it always the hat photograph?
Watson: “Bachelor John Watson.”
Sherlock: What kind of hat is it anyway?
Watson: “Bachelor.” What the hell are they implying?
Sherlock: Is it a cap— ? Why’s it got two fronts?
Watson: It’s a deerstalker. “Frequently seen in the company of bachelor John Watson.”
Sherlock: How do you stalk a deer with a hat? What are you going to do, throw it? {he tries}
Watson: Confirmed bachelor John Watson.
Sherlock: Some sort of death frisbee?
Watson: Okay, this is too much. We need to be more careful.
Sherlock: It’s got flaps. Ear flaps. It’s an ear hat, John! What do you mean, “more careful”?
Watson: I mean, this isn’t a deerstalker now. It’s a Sherlock Holmes hat. I mean that you’re not exactly a private detective anymore. You’re this far from famous.
Sherlock: Oh, it’ll pass.
Watson: It better pass. The press will turn, Sherlock. They always turn. And they’ll turn on you.
Sherlock: It really bothers you.
Watson: What?
Sherlock: What people say.
Watson: Yes.
Sherlock: About me. I don’t understand, why would it upset you?
Watson: Just try to keep a low profile. Find yourself a little case this week. Stay out of the news.

Watson about the suicidal mannequin: So. Did you just talk to him for a really long time?
Sherlock: Oh! Henry Fishguard never committed suicide. Bow Street runners. Missed everything.
Watson: Pressing case, is it?
Sherlock: They’re all pressing ’til they’re solved.

Sgt. Sally Donovan (Vinette Robinson): Sir, there’s been a break-in.
Lestrade: Not my division.
Sgt. Donovan: You’ll want it.

Jim Moriarty (Andrew Scott): No rush.

Watson handing him the phone: Here.
Sherlock: Not now, I’m busy.
Watson: Sherlock.
Sherlock: Not now!
Watson: He’s back.

Come and play.
Tower Hill.
Jim Moriarty x.

Watson: Remember—
Sherlock: Yes.
Watson: Remember—
Sherlock: Yes.
Watson: Remember what they told you. Don’t try to be clever—
Sherlock: I know.
Watson: —and please just keep it simple and brief.
Sherlock: I’m confident a star witness at a trial should come across as intelligent.
Watson: Intelligent, fine. Let’s give smartass a wide berth.
Sherlock: I’ll just be myself.
Watson: Are you listening to me?

Sherlock: There are two types of fans.
Kitty Riley (Katherine Parkinson): Oh?
Sherlock: “Catch me before I kill again.” Type A.
Kitty: Uh huh. What’s type B?
Sherlock: Your bedroom’s just a taxi ride away.
Kitty: Guess which one I am.
Sherlock: Neither.
Kitty: Really?
Sherlock: No, you’re not a fan at all.

Kitty: There’s all sorts of gossip in the press about you. Sooner or later you’re gonna need someone on your side. Someone to set the record straight.
Sherlock: You think you’re the girl for that job, do you?
Kitty: I’m smart. And you can trust me. Totally.
Sherlock: Smart? Okay. Investigative journalist. Good.

Barrister (Jaye Griffiths): “A consulting criminal.”
Sherlock: Yes.
Barrister: Your words. Can you expand on that answer?
Sherlock: James Moriarty is for hire.
Barrister: A tradesman?
Sherlock: Yes.
Barrister: But not the sort who’d fix your heating.
Sherlock: No, the sort who’d plant a bomb or stage an assassination, but I’m sure he’d make a pretty decent job of your boiler.

Barrister: Would you describe him as—
Sherlock: Leading.
Barrister: What?
Sherlock: Can’t do that, you’re leading the witness.

Barrister: How would you describe this man? His character.
Sherlock: First mistake. James Moriarty isn’t a man at all. He’s a spider. A spider at the center of a web. A criminal web with a thousand threads and he knows precisely how each and every single one of them dances.

Barrister: And how long—
Sherlock: No no. Don’t, don’t do that. That’s really not a good question.
Judge (Malcolm Rennie): Mr. Holmes.
Sherlock: How long have I known him? Not really your best line of inquiry. We met twice, five minutes in total. I pulled a gun, he tried to blow me up. I felt we had a special something.

Judge: Keep your answers brief and to the point. Anything else will be treated as contempt. Do you think you could survive for just a few minutes without showing off?! {apparently not}

Watson: What did I say? I said “don’t get clever.”
Sherlock: I can’t just turn it off and on like a tap.

Watson: Bank of England, Tower of London, Pentonville. Three of the most secure places in the country and six weeks ago Moriarty breaks in, no one knows how or why. All we know is—
Sherlock: He ended up in custody.

Watson: Don’t do that.
Sherlock: Do what?
Watson: The Look.
Sherlock: The Look?
Watson: You’re doing The Look again.
Sherlock: I can’t see it, can I? {he looks in the mirror} It’s my face?
Watson: Yes, and it’s doing a thing. You’re doing a “We both know what’s really going on here” face.
Sherlock: Well we do.
Watson: No. I don’t. Which is why I find The Face so annoying.

Sherlock: If Moriarty wanted the jewels he’d have them. If he wanted those prisoners free they’d be out on the streets. The only reason he’s still in a prison cell right now is because he chose to be there. Somehow this is part of his scheme.

Barrister: They’re coming back.
Watson: That was six minutes.
Barrister: I’m surprised it took them that long to be honest. There’s a queue for the ‘loo.

Watson: Not guilty. They found him not guilty. No defense and Moriarty’s walked free. Sherlock, are you listening? He’s out. You know he’ll be coming after you.

Sherlock: Most people knock. But then you’re not most people I suppose. Kettle’s just boiled.

Moriarty: You know when he was on his deathbed—Bach—he heard his son at the piano playing one of his pieces. The boy stopped before he got to the end.
Sherlock: And the dying man jumped out of bed, ran straight to the piano and finished it.
: Couldn’t cope with an unfinished melody.
Sherlock: Neither can you, it’s why you’ve come.
Moriarty: But be honest. You’re just a tiny bit pleased.
Sherlock: What, with the verdict?
Moriarty: With me. Back on the streets. Every fairy tale needs a good old fashioned villain.

Moriarty: You need me, or you’re nothing. Because we’re just alike, you and I. Except you’re boring. You’re on the side of the angels.
Sherlock: Got to the jury of course.
Moriarty: Got into the Tower of London. You think I can’t worm my way into twelve hotel rooms?

Sherlock: How are you going to do it? “Burn me”?
Moriarty: Oh that’s the problem. The Final Problem. Have you worked out what it is yet? What’s the final problem? I did tell you. But did you listen?

Moriarty: How hard do you find it? Having to say, “I don’t know.”?
Sherlock: I don’t know.
Moriarty: Oh that’s clever. That’s very clever. Awfully clever. Speaking of clever, have you told your little friends yet?
Sherlock: Told them what?
Moriarty: Why I broke into all those places and never took anything.
Sherlock: No.
Moriarty: But you understand.
Sherlock: Obviously.
Moriarty: Off you go then.
Sherlock: You want me to tell you what you already know.
Moriarty: No, I want you to prove that you know it.
Sherlock: You didn’t take anything because you don’t need to.
Moriarty: Good.
Sherlock: You’ll never need to take anything ever again.
Moriarty: Very good. Because…
Sherlock: Because nothing—nothing in the Bank of England, the Tower of London or Pentonville Prison could possibly match the value of the key that could get you in to all three.
Moriarty: I can open any door anywhere with a few tiny lines of computer code. No such thing as a private bank account now, they’re all mine. No such thing as secrecy. I own secrecy. Nuclear codes. I could blow up NATO in alphabetical order. In a world of locked rooms, the man with the key is king, and honey, you should see me in a crown.
Sherlock: You were advertising all the way through the trial. You were showing the world what you can do.
Moriarty: And you were helping. Big client list. Rogue governments. Intelligence communities. Terror cells. They all want me. Suddenly, I’m Mr. Sex.
Sherlock: You could break any bank. What do you care about the highest bidder?
Moriarty: I don’t. I just like to watch them all competing. “Daddy loves me the best!”. Aren’t ordinary people adorable? Well you know. You’ve got John. I should get myself a live-in one.

Sherlock: Why are you doing all of this?
Moriarty: It’d be so funny.
Sherlock: You don’t want money or power, not really. What is it all for?
Moriarty: I want to solve the problem. Our problem. The Final Problem. It’s going to start very soon, Sherlock. The Fall. But don’t be scared. Falling’s just like flying except there’s a more permanent destination.
Sherlock: Never liked riddles.
Moriarty: Learn to. Because I owe you a fall, Sherlock. I. O. U.

Two months later

Watson at the Diogenes Club: Am I invisible? Can you actually see me?

Mycroft: Tradition, John. Our traditions define us.
Watson: So total silence is traditional, is it? You can’t even say, “Pass the sugar.”
Mycroft: Three-quarters of the diplomatic service and half the government front bench all sharing one tea trolley. It’s for the best, believe me. We don’t want a repeat of 1972.

Mycroft: He’s taken a flat at Baker Street. Two doors down from you.
Watson: Hm. I was thinking of doing a drinks thing for the neighbors.
Mycroft: I’m not sure you’ll want to. Suleimani. Albanian hit squad. Expertly trainer killer living less than twenty feet from your front door.
Watson: Well it’s a great location. Jubilee Line’s handy.

Watson: I’m sensing a pattern here.
Mycroft: In fact four top international assassins relocate within spitting distance of 221B. Anything you care to share with me?
Watson: I’m moving?

Mycroft: It’s not hard to guess the common denominator, is it?
Watson: You think this is Moriarty?
Mycroft: He promised Sherlock he’d come back.
Watson: If this was Moriarty we’d be dead already.
Mycroft: If not Moriarty, then who?

Watson: Why don’t you talk to Sherlock if you’re so concerned about him? Oh god. Don’t tell me.
Mycroft: Too much history between us, John. Old scores, resentments.
Watson: Knicked all his Smurfs. Broke his Action Man.

Mycroft: We both know what’s coming, John. Moriarty is obsessed. He’s sworn to destroy his only rival.
Watson: So you want me to watch out for your brother because he won’t accept your help.
Mycroft: If it’s not too much trouble.

Sherlock: Miss Mackenzie, you’re in charge of pupil welfare, yet you left this place wide open last night! What are you? An idiot, a drunk or a criminal?! Now quickly! Tell me!
Miss Mackenzie (Lorraine Hilton): All the doors and windows were properly bolted. No one—not even me—went into their room last night. You have to believe me.
Sherlock: I do. I just wanted you to speak quickly. {to the officers} Miss Mackenzie will need to breathe into a bag now.

Sherlock: Brilliant, Anderson.
Philip Anderson (Jonathan Aris): Really?
Sherlock: Yes. Brilliant impression of an idiot.

Watson: Having fun?
Sherlock: Starting to.
Watson: Maybe don’t do the smiling. Kidnapped children.

Sherlock: Molly!
Molly: Oh hello. I’m just going out.
Sherlock: No you’re not.
Molly: I’ve got a lunch date.
Sherlock: Cancel it. You’re having lunch with me.
Molly: What?
Sherlock: I need your help. It’s one of your boyfriends. We’re trying to track him down. He’s been a bit naughty.
Watson: It’s Moriarty?
Sherlock: ‘Course it’s Moriarty.
Molly: Jim wasn’t actually my boyfriend. We went out three times. I ended it.
Sherlock: Yes, and he stole the Crown Jewels, broke into the Bank of England and organized a prison break at Pentonville. For the sake of law and order I suggest you avoid all future attempts at a relationship, Molly.

Molly: Alkaline.
Sherlock: Thank you, John.
Molly: Molly.
Sherlock: Yes.

Molly: You’re a bit like my dad. He’s dead. No, sorry—
Sherlock: Molly, please don’t feel the need to make conversation. It’s really not your area.
Molly: When he was dying, he was always cheerful, he was lovely. Except when he thought no one could see. I saw him once. He looked sad.
Sherlock: Molly.
Molly: You look sad. When you think he can’t see you.

Molly: Are you okay? Don’t just say you are, because I know what that means—looking sad when you think no one can see you.
Sherlock: You can see me.
Molly: I don’t count. What I’m trying to say is, if there’s anything I can do—anything you need, anything at all—you can have me. No, I just mean. I mean, if there’s anything you need, it’s fine.
Sherlock: What could I need from you?
Molly: Nothing. I don’t know. You could probably say thank you, actually.
Sherlock: Thank you.

Molly: I’m just going to go and get some crisps. Do you want anything? It’s okay. I know you don’t.
Sherlock: Well actually, maybe I—
Molly: I know you don’t.

Watson: What sort of kidnapper leaves clues?
Sherlock: The sort that likes to boast, the sort that think it’s all a game. He sat in our flat and he said these exact words to me: “All fairy tales need a good old fashioned villain.”

Lestrade: Well don’t let it get to you. I always feel like screaming when you walk into a room. In fact so do most people.

Moriarty: Hullo. Are you ready for the story? This is the story of Sir Boast-a-lot.

Donovan: The footprint. That’s all he has. The footprint…
Lestrade: Yeah well you know what he’s like. CSI: Baker Street.
Donovan: Well our boys couldn’t have done it.
Lestrade: Well that’s why we need him. He’s better.
Donovan: That’s one explanation.
Lestrade: What’s the other?

Moriarty: Sir Boast-a-lot was the bravest and cleverest knight at the Round Table. But soon the other knights began to grow tired of his stories about how brave he was and how many dragons he’d slain. And soon they began to wonder, Are Sir Boast-a-lot’s stories even true? Oh no…

Donovan: Only he could have found that evidence. And then the girl screams her head off when she sees him. A man she has never seen before. Unless she had seen him before.
Lestrade: What’s your point?
Donovan: You know what my point is, you just don’t want to think about it.

Moriarty: So one of the knights went to King Arthur and said, “I don’t believe Sir Boast-a-lot’s stories. He’s just a big old liar who makes things up to make himself look good.” And then, even the king began to wonder. But that wasn’t the end of Sir Boast-a-lot’s problem. No. That wasn’t the Final Problem. The end.

Sherlock: Stop the cab! Stop the cab! What was that?
Moriarty: No charge.

Sherlock: He died because he shook my hand.
Watson: What do you mean?
: He saved my life but he couldn’t touch me. Why?

Sherlock: Four assassins living right on our doorstep. They didn’t come here to kill me. They have to keep me alive. I’ve got something that all of them want. And if one of them approaches me…
Watson: The others kill them before they can get it.

Sherlock: You can’t kill an idea, can you? Not once it’s made a home. {he taps his forehead} There.
Lestrade: Will you come?
Sherlock: One photograph. That’s his next move. First the scream, then a photograph of me being taken in for questioning. He wants to destroy me inch-by-inch. It is a game, Lestrade. And not one I’m willing to play. Give my regards to Sergeant Donovan.

Sherlock: They’ll be deciding.
Watson: Deciding?
Sherlock: Whether to come back with a warrant and arrest me.
Watson: You think?
Sherlock: Standard procedure.
Watson: You should have gone with him. People will think—
Sherlock: I don’t care what people think.
Watson: You’d care if they thought you were stupid or wrong.
Sherlock: No. That would just make them stupid or wrong.
Watson: Sherlock, I don’t want the world believing you’re…
Sherlock: That I am what?
Watson: A fraud.
Sherlock: You’re worried they’re right.
Watson: What?
Sherlock: You’re worried they’re right about me.
Watson: No.
Sherlock: That’s why you’re so upset. You can’t even entertain the possiblity that they might be right. You’re afraid that you’ve been taken in as well.
Watson: No I’m not.
: Moriarty is playing with your mind too. Can’t you see what’s going on!
Watson: No, I know you’re for real.
Sherlock: A hundred percent.
Watson: Nobody can fake being such an annoying dick all the time.

Donovan: Sherlock Holmes, I’m arresting you on suspicion of abduction and kidnapping.

Sherlock: Joining me?
Watson: Yeah. Apparently it’s against the law to chin the Chief Superintendent.
Sherlock: Bit awkward, this.
Watson: There’s no one to bail us.
Sherlock: I was thinking more about our imminent and daring escape.

Watson: Just so you’re aware, the gun is his idea. I’m just a… you know…
Sherlock: My hostage!
Watson: Hostage. Yes, that works. That works. So what now?
Sherlock: Doing what Moriarty wants: becoming a fugitive. Run.

Sherlock: Take my hand.
Watson: Now people will definitely talk.

Watson: We’re going to need to coordinate.

Sherlock: Everybody wants to believe it, tThat’s what makes it so clever. A lie that’s preferable to the truth. All my brilliant deductions were just a sham. No one feels inadequate. Sherlock Holmes is just an ordinary man.
Watson: What about Mycroft? He can help us.
Sherlock: Big family reconciliation? Now’s not really the moment.

Sherlock: Tell me what you want from me. Tell me!
Assassin (Pano Masti): He left it at your flat.
Sherlock: Who?
Assassin: Moriarty.
Sherlock: What?
Assassin: The computer key code.
Sherlock: Of course. He’s selling it. The program he used to break into the Tower. He planted it when he came around.

Sherlock: It’s a game changer. It’s a key that can break into any system and it’s sitting in our flat right now. That’s why he left that message—telling everyone where to come. “Get Sherlock”.

Sherlock: Too late to go on the record?

Moriarty (Brook): You said that they wouldn’t find me here, you said that I’d be safe here.
Kitty: You are safe. Richard, I’m a witness. They won’t harm you in front of witnesses.
Watson: That’s your source? Moriarty is Richard Brook?
Kitty: Of course he’s Richard Brook. There is no Moriarty. There never has been. Look him up.
Watson: What are you talking about?
Kitty: Rich Brook. An actor Sherlock Holmes hired to be Moriarty.

Watson: Can he do that? Completely change his identity? Make you the criminal.
Sherlock: He’s got my whole life story. That’s what you do. You sell a big lie. Wrap it up in a truth to make it more palatable.
Watson: It’ll be your word against his.
Sherlock: He’s been sowing doubt into people’s minds over the last twenty-four hours. There’s only one thing he needs to do to complete his game, and that’s—
Watson: Sherlock?
Sherlock: There’s something I need to do.
Watson: Well can I help?
Sherlock: No, on my own.

Sherlock: You’re wrong, you know. You do count. You’ve always counted and I’ve always trusted you. But you were right. I’m not okay.
Molly: Tell me what’s wrong.
Sherlock: Molly, I think I’m going to die.
Molly: What do you need?
Sherlock: If I wasn’t everything that you think I am, everything that I think I am, would you still want to help me?
Molly: What do you need?
Sherlock: You.

Watson: She has really done her homework, Miss Riley. Talks of things that only someone close to Sherlock would know.
Mycroft: Ah.
Watson: Have you seen your brother’s address book lately? Two names. Yours and mine. And Moriarty didn’t get this stuff from me.
Mycroft: John—
Watson: So how does it work then, your relationship? You go out for a coffee now and then, eh? You and Jim. Your own brother, and you blabbed about his entire life to this maniac.
Mycroft: I never intend— I never dreamt.
Watson: See this is what you were trying to tell me, isn’t it? “Watch his back because I’ve made a mistake.” How’d you meet him?
Mycroft: People like him, we know about them. We watch them. But James Moriarty…. The most dangerous criminal mind the world has ever seen. And in his pocket, the ultimate weapon. The key code. A few lines of computer code that can unlock any door.
Watson: And you abducted him to try and find the key code.
Mycroft: Interrogated him for weeks.
Watson: And?
Mycroft: He wouldn’t play along. He just sat there, staring into the darkness. The only thing that made him open up… I could get him to talk. Just a little. But…
Watson: In return you had to offer him Sherlock’s life story. So it’s one big lie—Sherlock’s a big fraud—and people will swallow it because the rest of it’s true. Moriarty wanted Sherlock destroyed, hm? And you have given him the perfect ammunition.
Mycroft: John. I’m sorry.
Watson: Oh please.
Mycroft: Tell him, would you.

Come and play.
Bart’s Hospital rooftop.
PS. Got something of yours you might want back.

Sherlock: What is it?
Watson: Paramedics. Mrs. Hudson’s been shot.
Sherlock: What. How.
Watson: Probably one of the killers you managed to attract. Jesus. Jesus. She’s dying. Sherlock, let’s go.
Sherlock: You go, I’m busy.
Watson: Busy?
Sherlock: Thinking. I need to think.
Watson: You need to— Doesn’t she mean anything to you? You once half-killed a man because he laid a finger on her.
Sherlock: She’s my landlady.
Watson: She’s dying you machine! Sod this. Sod this, you stay here if you want. On your own.
Sherlock: Alone is what I have. Alone protects me.
Watson: No. Friends protect people.

Moriarty: Well. Here we are at last. You and me, Sherlock. And our problem. The Final Problem. “Staying Alive”. So boring, isn’t it? It’s just… staying. All my life I’ve been searching for distractions. And you were the best distraction and now I don’t even have you. Because I’ve beaten you. And you know what? In the end it easy. It was easy. Now I’ve got to go back to playing with the ordinary people. And it turns out you’re ordinary. Just like all of them. Oh well.

Moriarty: Did you almost start to wonder if I was real? Did I nearly get ya?
Sherlock: Richard Brook.
Moriarty: Nobody seems to get the joke. But you do.
Sherlock: Of course.
Moriarty: ‘Atta boy.
Sherlock: Rich Brook in German is Reichenbach. The case that made my name.
Moriarty: Just tryin’ to have some fun. {Holmes starts tapping} Good. You got that too.
Sherlock: Beats like digits. Every beat is a one, every rest is a zero. Binary code.That’s why all those assassins tried to save my life. It was hidden on me, hidden inside my head. A few simple lines of computer code that can break into any system.
Moriarty: Told all my clients. Last one to Sherlock is a sissy.

Moriarty: I knew you’d fall for it. That’s your weakness. You always want everything to be clever. Now shall we finish the game? One final act. Glad you chose a tall building. Nice way to do it.
Sherlock: Do it. Do what? Yes, of course. My suicide.
Moriarty: “Genius detective proved to be a fraud.” I read it in the paper so it must be true. I love newspapers. Fairy tales… and pretty grim ones too.

Sherlock: I can still prove that you created an entirely false identity.
Moriarty: Oh just kill yourself. It’s a lot less effort. Go on. For me.

Sherlock: You’re insane.
Moriarty: You’re just getting that now? Okay, let me give you a little extra incentive. Your friends will die if you don’t.
Sherlock: John.
Moriarty: Not just John. Everyone.

Moriarty: Three bullets. Three gunmen. Three victims. There’s no stopping them now. Unless my people see you jump. You can have me arrested, you can torture me. You can do anything you like with me, but nothing’s going to prevent them from pulling the trigger. Your only three friends in the world will die. Unless—
Sherlock: Unless I kill myself and complete your story.
Moriarty: You gotta admit, that’s sexier.
Sherlock: And I die in disgrace.
Moriarty: Of course. That’s the point of this.

Moriarty: Off you pop. I told you how this ends. Go on. Your death is the only thing that’s going to call off the killers. I’m certainly not going to do it.

Moriarty: What?! What is it? What did I miss?
Sherlock: You’re not going to do it. So the killers can be called off then. There’s a recall code or a word or a number. I don’t have to die if I’ve got you.
Moriarty: Oh, you think you can make me stop the order? You think you can make me do that?
Sherlock: Yes. So do you.
Moriarty: Sherlock, your big brother and all the King’s horses couldn’t make me do a thing I didn’t want to.
Sherlock: Yes, but I’m not my brother, remember? I am you. Prepared to do anything. Prepared to burn. Prepared to do what ordinary people won’t do. You want me to shake hands with you in hell, I shall not disappoint you.
Moriarty: Nah. You talk big. Nah. You’re ordinary. You’re ordinary. You’re on the side of the angels.
Sherlock: Oh, I may be on the side of the angels, but don’t think for one second that I am one of them.
Moriarty: No. You’re not. I see. You’re not ordinary. No. You’re me. You’re me. Thank you. Sherlock Holmes. Thank you. Bless you. As long as I’m alive, you can save your friends. You’ve got a way out. Well good luck with that. {he kills himself}

Watson: Sherlock, are you okay?
: Turn around and walk back the way you came.
Watson: No, I’m coming in.
Sherlock: Just. Do as I ask. Please.
Watson: Where?
Sherlock: Stop there.
Watson: Sherlock.
Sherlock: Okay, look up. I’m on the rooftop.
Watson: Oh god.
Sherlock: I— I— I can’t come down so we’ll just have to do it like this.
Watson: What’s going on?
Sherlock: An apology. It’s all true.
Watson: What?
Sherlock: Everything they said about me. I invented Moriarty.
Watson: Why are you saying this?
Sherlock: I’m a fake.
Watson: Sherlock—
Sherlock: The newspapers were right all along. I want you to tell Lestrade, I want you to tell Mrs. Hudson and Molly. In fact, tell anyone who will listen to you. That I created Moriarty for my own purposes.
Watson: Okay, shut up, Sherlock. Shut up. The first time we met—the first time we met—you knew all about my sister, right?
Sherlock: Nobody could be that clever.
Watson: You could.
Sherlock: I researched you. Before we met I discovered everything that I could to impress you. It’s a trick. Its just a magic trick.
Watson: No. Alright, stop it now.
Sherlock: No, stay exactly where you are. Don’t move.
Watson: Alright.
Sherlock: Keep your eyes fixed on me. Please, will you do this for me?
Watson: Do what?
: This phone call, it’s… it’s my note. That’s what people do, don’t they? Leave a note.
Watson: Leave a note when?
Sherlock: Goodbye, John.
Watson: No. Don’t—

Therapist: The stuff that you wanted to say. But didn’t say it…
Watson: Yeah.
Therapist: Say it now.
Watson: Well… I’m sorry, I can’t.

Watson: I’m angry.
Mrs. Hudson: It’s okay, John. There’s nothing unusual in that, that’s the way he made everyone feel. All the marks on my table and the noise. Firing guns off at one in the morning.
Watson: Yeah.
Mrs. Hudson: Bloody specimens in my fridge. Imagine! Keeping bodies where there’s food. And the fighting! Drove me up the wall with all his carryings on!
Watson: Yeah, listen. I’m not actually that angry, okay?
Mrs. Hudson: Okay. I’ll leave you alone to… you know.

Watson: Um. Hm. You… you told me once that you weren’t a hero. Um. There were times that I didn’t even think you were human. But let me tell you this, you were the best man and the most human…. human being that I have ever known, and no one will ever convince me that you told me a lie. And so… there. I was so alone and I owe you so much. Please, there’s just one more thing. One more thing. One more miracle, Sherlock, for me. Don’t be… dead. Would you do that, just for me? Just stop it, stop this… {and apparently John gets his wish}