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Lestrade: "As I said, these... these suicides are clearly linked. It's... It's an unusual situation, we got our best people investigating..."

SMS: *wrong*

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Molly: "Listen, I was wondering, maybe later, when you're finished -"

Sherlock: "You're wearing lipstick. You weren't wearing lipstick before."

Molly: "I, uh... I refreshed it a bit."

Sherlock: "Sorry, you were saying?"

Molly: "I was wondering if you'd like to have coffee...?"

Sherlock: "Black, two sugars, please. I'll be upstairs." And then he's gone.

Molly: "..."

Molly: "Okay."

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John: "Well, this could be very nice. Very nice indeed."

Sherlock: "Yes. Yes, I think so, my thought precisely."

Together:

Sherlock: "So I went straight ahead and moved in."

John: "Soon as we get all this rubbish cleaned out."

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John: "That's a skull."

Sherlock: "Friend of mine."

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Sherlock: "Brilliant! Yes! Four serial suicides and now a note! Oh, it's Christmas. Mrs. Hudson, I'll be late. Might need some food."

Mrs. Hudson: "I am your landlady, dear, not your housekeeper."

Sherlock: "Something cold will do. John, have a cup of tea, make yourself at home. Don't wait up!" He leaves.

(...)

John: "Cup of tea'd be lovely, thank you."

Mrs. Hudson: "Just this once, dear. I am not your housekeeper."

John: "Couple of biscuits too, if you've got 'em."

Mrs. Hudson: "Not your housekeeper!"

(...)

Sherlock returns.

Sherlock: "You're a doctor. In fact youre an army doctor."

John: "Yes." He stands up.

Sherlock: "Seen a lot of injuries, then. Violent deaths."

John: "Well, yes."

Sherlock: "Bit of trouble too, I bet?"

John: "Of course, yes. Enough for a lifetime. Far too much."

Sherlock: "Want to see some more?"

John: "Oh, God, yes."

(...)

John: "Sorry, Mrs. Hudson, I'll skip the tea. Off out."

Mrs. Hudson: "Both of you?"

Sherlock: "Impossible suicides? Four of them? There's no point in sitting at home when there's finally something fun going on!" Sherlock kisses Mrs. Hudson.

Mrs. Hudson: "Look at you, all happy. It's not decent."

Sherlock: "Who cares about decent? The game, Mrs. Hudson, is on!"

Sherlock & John leave the house.

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Sherlock: "I'm a consulting detective. Only one in the world, I invented the job."

John: "What does that mean?"

Sherlock: "Means when the police are out of their depth, which is always, they consult me."

(...)

(Sherlock explains all this stuff about "Afghanistan or Iraq?", Harry the drinker etc.)

(...)

John: "That... was amazing."

Sherlock: *a bit surprised, but pleased* "...Do you think so?"

John: "Of course it was. It was extraordinary, quite extraordinary."

Sherlock: "That's not what people normally say."

John: "What do people normally say?"

Sherlock: "'Piss off!'"

(both smile)

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Sherlock: "Shut up."

Greg Lestrade: "I didn't say anything!"

Sherlock: "You were thinking. It's annoying."

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Anderson: "She's German. 'Rache'. It's German for revenge. She could be trying to tell us something..."

Sherlock: "Yes, thank you for your input." Shuts the door.

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John: "There's a woman lying dead."

Sherlock: "Perfectly sound analysis, but I was hoping you'd go deeper."

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Sherlock explains something.

John: "Fantastic."

Sherlock: "Do you know you do that out loud?"

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Mycroft: "You don't seem very afraid."

John: "You don't seem very frightening."

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Mycroft: "He does love to be dramatic."

John: "Well, thank God you're above all that."

Several minutes later:

Mycroft: "You're not haunted by the war, Dr. Watson. You miss it." Whispers: "Welcome back."

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John: "Listen, your boss. Any chance you could not tell him this is where I went?"

'Anthea': "Sure."

John: "You've told him already, haven't you?"

'Anthea': "Yeah."

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John: "What are you doing?"

Sherlock: "Nicotine patch. Helps me think. Impossible to sustain a smoking habit in London these days. Bad news for brain work."

John: "It's good news for breathing."

Sherlock: "Oh... breathing! Breathing's boring."

John: "Is that... three patches?"

Sherlock: "It's a three-patch problem."

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Sherlock: "What's wrong?"

John: "Just met a friend of yours."

Sherlock: "A friend?"

John: "An enemy."

Sherlock: "Oh. Which one?"

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John: "Why didn't I think of it?"

Sherlock: "Because you're an idiot. No, no, no, don't look like that. Practically everyone is."

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John: "Have you talked to the police?"

Sherlock: "Four people are dead, there isn't time to talk to the police."

John: "So why are you talking to me?"

Sherlock: "Mrs. Hudson took my skull."

John: "So I am basically filling in for your skull?"

Sherlock: "Relax, you're doing fine. Well?"

John: "Well what?"

Sherlock: "Well, you could just sit there and... watch telly..."

John: "What, you want me to come with you?"

Sherlock: "I like company when I go out and, uh, I think better when I talk aloud. The skull just attracts attention, so... Problem?"

John: "Yeah, Sergeant Donovan..."

Sherlock: "What about her?"

John: "She said... you get off on this. You enjoy it."

Sherlock: "And I said 'dangerous' and here you are." He leaves the room.

John: "..."

John: "Dammit!" Follows Sherlock.

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Angelo: "Sherlock! Anything on the menu, whatever you want, free. On the house, for you and for your date."

Sherlock (to John): "Do you want to eat?"

John (to Angelo): "I am not his date."

Angelo: "This man got me off a murder charge."

Sherlock: "This is Angelo. Three years ago I successfully proved to Lestrade at the time of particularly vicious triple murder that Angelo was in a completely different part of town, house-breaking."

Angelo: "He cleared my name."

Sherlock: "I cleared it a bit. Anything happening opposite?"

Angelo: "Nothing. But for this man, I'd have gone to prison."

Sherlock: "You did go to prison."

Angelo: "I'll get a candle for the table, it's more romantic."

John: "I am not his date!"

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John (reads): "Detective Inspector Lestrade?"

Sherlock: "Yeah. I pickpocket him when he's annoying."

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Sally Donovan: "Are these human eyes?"

Sherlock: "Put those back!"

Sally Donovan: "But they were in the microwave!"

Sherlock: "It's an experiment." *Looking at her like she's completely dumb.*

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Anderson: "According to someone the murderer has the case, and we found it in the hands of our favourite psychopath."

Sherlock: "Not a psychopath. I am a high-functioning sociopath. Do you research!"

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Sherlock: "Anderson, don't talk out loud. You lower the IQ of the whole street."

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Sherlock: "... You're looking for a man probably with a history of military service and..." *glance at John* "... nerves of steel..." *got it* "... Actually, do you know what? Ignore me."

Lestrade: "Sorry?"

Sherlock: "Ignore. All of that. It's just, er... the shock talking."

Lestrade: "Where are you going?"

Sherlock: "I just need to... talk about... the rent."

Lestrade: "Yeah, I've still got questions."

Sherlock: "What now? I-I am in shock, look I've got a blanket!"

Lestrade: "Sherlock!"

Sherlock: "And I've just caught you a serial killer! ... More or less."

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John: "Erm... Sergeant Donovan has just been explaining everything. The two pills. Dreadful bussiness, isn't it? Dreadful."

Sherlock: Slightly smiles. "Good shot."

John: "Yes, must have been. Through that window."

Sherlock: "Well, you'd know. Need to get the powder burns out of your fingers. I don't suppose you'd serve time for this, but let's avoid the court case. Are you all right?"

John: "Yes, of course I am all right."

Sherlock: "Well, you have just killed a man."

John: "Yes, I- ... That's true, isn't it? But he wasn't a very nice man."

Sherlock: "No. No, he wasn't really, was he?"

John: "Frankly a bloody awful cabbie."

Sherlock: Laughs. "That's true, he was a bad cabbie. You should have seen the route he took us to get here."

John: Laughs louder. "Stop it! We can't giggle, it's a crime scene. Stop it!"

Sherlock: "Well, you're the one who shot him. You know what I mean."

John: "Keep your voice down."

Sherlock: "Sorry, it's just, erm, nerves. Sorry."

John: "You were going to take that damn pill, weren't you?"

Sherlock: "Course I wasn't. Biding my time. Knew you'd turn up."

Jon: "No, you didn't." Smiles that John Watson's smile. "That's how you get your kicks, isn't it? You risk your life to prove you're clever."

Sherlock: "Why would I do that?"

John: "Because youre an idiot."

Both smile a bit.

Sherlock: "Dinner?"

John: "Starving."

Sherlock: "End of Baker Street there's a good Chinese. Stays open till two. You can tell a good Chinese by the bottom third of the door handle."

John: "Sherlock? Sh- That's him. That's... the man I was talking to you about."

Sherlock: "I know exactly who that is."

Mycroft: "So... Another case cracked. How very public-spirited. Though that's never really your motivation, is it?"

Sherlock: "What are you doing here?" *annoyed*

Mycroft: "As ever, I am concerned about you."

Sherlock: "Yes, I've been hearing about yout 'concern'."

Mycroft: "Always so aggressive. Did it never occur to you that you and I belong on the same side?"

Sherlock: "Oddly enough... No!"

Mycroft: "We have more in common than you'd like to believe. This petty feud between us is simply childish. People will suffer. And you know how it always upset Mummy."

Sherlock: "I upset her? Me? It wasn't me that upset her, Mycroft."

John: "No. No, wait. Mummy? Who's Mummy?"

Sherlock: "Mother. Our mother. This is my brother, Mycroft. Putting on weight again?"

Mycroft: "Losing it, in fact."

John: "He's your brother?"

Sherlock: "Of course he's my brother."

John: "So he's not..."

Sherlock: "Not what?"

John: "I don't know... Criminal mastermind?"

Sherlock: "Close enough."

Mycroft: "For goodness' sake. I occupy a minor position in the British government."

Sherlock: "He is the British government, when he's not too busy being the British secret service or the CIA on the freelance basis. Good evening, Mycroft. Try not to start a war before I get home, you know what it does for the traffic." Leaving.

John: "So - so, when you say you're concerned about him, you actually are concerned?"

Mycroft:"Yes, of course."

John? "I mean, it actually is a childish feud?"

Mycroft: "He's always been so resentful. You can imagine the Christmas dinners."

John: "Yeah... No, God, no."

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John: "So, dim sum."

Sherlock: "Hmm. I can always predict the fortune cookies."

John: "No, you can't."

Sherlock: "Almost can. You did get shot, though."

John: "Sorry?"

Sherlock: "In Afghanistan, there was an actual wound."

John: "Oh. Yeah, shoulder."

Sherlock: "Shoulder! I thought so."

John: "No, you didn't."

Sherlock: "The left one."

John: "Lucky guess."

Sherlock: "I never guess."

John: "Yes, you do. What are you so happy about?"

Sherlock: "Moriarty."

John: "What's Moriarty?"

Sherlock: "Absolutely no idea."

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Tá dam, ta ta da dá da tá dam, tá dam, ta ta da dá da tá dam, tá dam, ta ta da dá da tá dam, ta da dam, ta da dam, ta da dam, ta da dam, ta da dá!

Ehm... Možná, že je to celé až zbytečně podrobné, ale když já si prostě nemůžu pomoct :D Ono je v tý jedničce tolik skvělých hlášek a posledních asi deset minut je naprosto fenomenálních. I když bez titulků bych byla asi ztracená, vzhledem k tomu, jak rychle někdy melou (ale na několika místech jsem odhalila, že v titulcích není všechno! Skandál! Aneb titulky nestíhají... :D) No, doufám, že jsem se někde nesekla a nenapsala nějakou blbost :D

Jestli se někomu začne stýskat a stráví víkend sledováním Sherlocka místo učením, není to na moji zodpovědnost!