台词：神探夏洛克第三季第一集

Sherlock Holmes III I
Watson: Sherlock!
Sherlock: It’s a trick, it’s a magic trick!
W: No, alright, stop it now.
S: Now stay exactly where you are. Don’t move.
W: Alright.
S: Keep your eyes fixed on me. Please, would you do this for me?
W: Do what?
S: This phone call, it’s er, it’s my note. It’s what people do, don’t they? Leave a note.
W: Leave a note when?
S: Goodbye, John.
W: No, don’t… Sherlock!!
A man: John, look at me. Look at me. And sleep. Right the way down, right the way sleep. Right the way, sound asleep. That’s real. That’s good, with my voice just there in the centre of your head. and floating all the way around you. And you will awaken in three, two, one, zero.
W: Let me come through please. He’s my friend.
Lestrade: Bollocks!
Anderson: No, no, no, it’s obvious. That is how he did it. It’s obvious.
L: Derren Brown? Let it go, Sherlock’s dead.
A: But is he?
L: There was a body, it was him. Definitely him, Molly Hooper laid him out.
A: No, she’s lying. It was Jim Moriaty’s body with a mask on.
L: A mask? A bungee rope, a mask, Derren Brown. Two years and the theories keep getting more stupid. How many more have you got for me today?
A: Well, you know the paving slabs in that whole area, even the exact ones that he landed on. You know they were all…
L: Guilt! That is all this is. You pushed us all into thinking that Sherlock that was a fraud, you and Donovan. You did this and it killed him and he’s staying dead. Do you honestly believe that if you have enough stupid theories, it’s going to change what really happened?
A: I believe in Sherlock Holmes.
L: Yet, well that won’t bring him back.
Journalist: … and that after extensive police investigations… Richard Brook did indeed prove to be the creation of James Moriaty…
J: Amidst unprecedented scenes, there was uproar court.
J: As Sherlock Holmes was vindicated and cleared of all suspicion.
J: Sadly, all this comes too late for the detective, who became something of a celebrity two years ago.
J: Questions are now being asked as to why police let matters get so far. Sherlock Holmes fell to his death from top of London’s Bart’s Hospital. Although he left no note, friends say it’s unlikely…L: Well then. Absent friends. Sherlock.
A: Sherlock.
L: And may God rest his soul.
Soldier: You broke in here for a reason. Just tell us why and you can sleep. Remember sleep? What? What? What did he say? He said that I used to work in the navy… where I had an unhappy love affair. What? That the electricity isn’t working in my bathroom… and that my wife is sleeping with our next door neighbor… and… The coffin maker… and… if I go home now… I will catch them at it. I knew it! I knew there was something going on.
Mycroft: So, my friend. Now it’s just you and me. You have no idea the trouble it took to find you. Now listen to me. There’s an underground terrorist network active in London and a massive attack is imminent. Sorry, but the holiday is over. Brother dear. Back to Baker Street, Sherlock Holmes.
Child: Penny for the guy? O, mate, penny for the guy? Penny for the guy, mate? Penny for the guy?
221B
That was the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever done. You’ve invaded Afganistan.
“Skeleton Mystery”
M: You have been busy, haven’t you? Quite the busy little bee.
Sherlock: Moriaty’s network. Took me two years to dismantle it.
M: And you’re confident you have?
S: The Serbian side was the last piece of the puzzle.
M: Yes. You got yourself in deep there with Baron Maupertius. Quite a scheme.
S: Colossal.
M: Anyway. You’re safe now. A small “thank you” wouldn’t go amiss.
S: What for?
M: For wadding in. In case you’ve forgotten, field work is not my natural milieu.
S:” Wadding in?” You sat there and watched me being beaten to a pulp.
M: I got you out.
S: No, I got me out. Why didn’t you intervene sooner?
M: I couldn’t risk giving myself away, could I? It would have ruined everything.
S: You were enjoying it.
M: Nonsense.
S: Definitely enjoying it!
M: Listen, do you have any idea what it was like, Sherlock, going undercover? Smuggling my way into their ranks like that? The noise, the people!
S: I don’t know you speaks Serbian.
M: I didn’t. But the language has a Slavic root. Frequent Turkish and German loan-words. Took me a couple of hours.
S: Hmm, you’re slipping.
M: Middle-age, brother mine. Comes to us all.
Hudson: Oh no, you don’t take it, do you?
Watson: No.
H: You forget a little thing like that.
W: Yes.
H: You forget lots of little things, it seems.
W: Ah ha.
H: Not sure about that.
W: Hmm?
H: Ages you.
W: Just trying it out.
H: Well it ages you.
W: Look…
H: I am not your mother, I’ve no right to expect it…
W: No.
H: But just one phone call, John! Just one phone call would have done.
W: I know.
H: After all we went through!
W: Yes. I am sorry.
H: Look, I understand how difficult it was for you after… After…
W: I just let it slide, Mrs Hudson, I let it all slide. And it just got harder and harder to pick up the phone, somehow. Do you know what I mean?
M: I need you to give this matter your full attention, Sherlock, is that quite clear?
S: What do you think of this shirt?
M: Sherlock!
S: I will find your underground terror cell, Mycroft. Just put me back in London. I need to get to know the place again, breathe it in. Feel every quiver of its beating heart.
Secretary: One of our men died getting this information. All the chatter, all the traffic concurs, there is going to be a terrorist strike on London, a big one. And what about John Watson?
M: John?
S: Hmm. Have you seen him?
M: 0h yes, we meet up every Friday for fish and chips. I’ve kept a weather eye on him, of course. We haven’t been in touch at all, to prepare him.
S: No. Well we’ll have to get rid of that.
M: We?
S: He looks ancient. I can’t be seen to be wandering around with an old man.
H: I couldn’t face letting it out. He never like me dusting.
W: No, I know.
H: why now? What change your mind?
W: Well, I’ve got some news.
H: Oh, God, is it serious?
W: What? No, no I’m not ill. I’ve, well, I’m moving on.
H: You’re emigrating?
W: No. Er, no, I’ve er. I have met someone.
H: Oh! Ah, lovely.
W: Yeah. We’re getting married. Well, I’m going to ask, anyway.
H: So soon after Sherlock?
W: Hmm, well, yes.
H: What’s his name?
W: It’s a woman.
H: A woman?!
W: Yes. Of course it’s a woman.
H: You really have moved on, haven’t you?
W: Mrs Hudson, how many times? Sherlock was not my boyfriend!
H: Live and let live, that’s my motto.
W: Listen to me. I am not gay!
S: I think I’ll surprise John. He’ll be delighted.
M: You think so?
S: Hmm, pop into Baker Street, who knows, jump out of a cake.
M: Baker Street? He isn’t there any more. Why wouldn’t he be? It’s been two years. He’s got on with his life.
S: What life? I’ve been away. Where’s he going to be tonight?
M: How would I know?
S: You always know.
M: He has dinner reservation in the Marylebone Road. Nice little spot. They have a few bottles of the 2000 St Emilion, thought I prefer the 2001.
S: I think maybe I’ll just drop by.
M:You know, it is just possible that you won’t be welcome.
S: No, it isn’t. Now, where is it?
M: Where’s what?
S:You know what.
Secretary: Welcome back, Mr Holmes.
S: Thank you. Blud.
Waiter: Sir, can I help you?
S: Your wife just texted you, possibly her contractions have started.
Waiter2: Excuse me, sir.
S: Sorry, sir, I am so sorry. Er, please, let me just go to the kitchen and dry that off for you. Finished with that, sir? Allow me to take it for you. Madam, can I suggest you look at this menu, it’s completely identical. Can I help you with anything sir?
J: Hi, yeah. I’m looking for a bottle of champagne. A good one.
S: Hmm, well these are all excellent vintages, sir.
J: Oh, it’s not really area, what do you suggest?
S: Well you cannot possibly go wrong, but if you’d like my personal recommendation… This last one on the list is a favourite of mine. It is, you might in fact say, like a face from the past.
W: Great. I’ll have that one please.
S: It is familiar, but with the quality of surprise!
W: Well, surprise me.
S: I’m certainly endeavouring to, sir.
Mary: Sorry that took so long. You okay?
W: Yeah, yeah. Me? Fine. I am fine.
M: Now then, what did you want to ask me?
W: More wine?
M: No, I am good with water, thanks.
W: Right.
M: So?
W: Er, so. Mary…Listen, um…I know it hasn’t been long, and I know we haven’t known each other for a long time…
M: Go on.
W: Yes, I will. As you know these last couple of years haven’t been easy for me. And meeting you, yeah, meeting you has been the best thing that could have possibly happened.
M: I agree.
W: What?
M: I agree, I am the best thing that could have happened to you. Sorry.
W: Well, no, it’s, um, so if you will have me, Mary, could you see your way, um… If you could see your way to…
S: Sir, I think you’ll find this vintage exceptionally to your liking. It has all the qualities of the old, with some of the colour of the new.
W: No, sorry, not mow, please. Like a gaze from a crowd of strangers, suddenly one is aware of staring into the face of an old friend.
W: No. Look, seriously, could you just…
S:Interesting thing, a tuxedo. Lends distinction to friends and anonymity to waiters.
M: John? John, what is it? What?
S: Well, the short version, not dead. Bit mean springing it on you like that, I know. Could have given you a heart attack, probably still will. But in my defence, it was very funny. Okay, it’s not a great defence.
M: Oh no, you’re …
S: Oh yes.
M: Oh my God!
S: Not quite.
M: You died, you jumped off a roof.
S: No.
M: You are dead.
S: No, I’m quite sure, I checked. Excuse me. Because, does yours rub off too?
M: Oh my God! Oh my God! Do you have any idea what you’ve done?!
S: Okay, John, I suddenly realizing I probably owe you some sort of an apology.
M: Alright, just, John, just keep…
W: Two years! Two years! Hmm? I thought… I thought… You were dead. Hmm? Now you let me grieve. Ah ha. How could you do that? How?!
S: Wait, before you do anything that you might regret, um, one question, just let me ask one question. Are you really going to keep that?
S: I calculated that there were thirteen possibilities, once I’d invited Moriaty on to the roof. I wanted to avoid to avoid dying, if at all possible. The first scenario involved hurling myself into a
parked hospital van filled with washing bags. Impossible, the angle was too steep. Secondly, a system of Japanese wrestling…
W: You know, for a genius, you can be remarkably thick.
S: What?
W: I don’t care how you faked it, Sherlock. I only want to know why?
S: Because Moriaty had to be stopped. Oh. Why, as in…? I see, yes. Why? That’s a little more difficult to explain.
W: I’ve got all night.
S: Actually, um, that was mostly Mycroft’s idea.
W: Oh, so it was your brother’s plan?
M: Oh, but he would have needed a confidante. Sorry.
W: But he was the only one? The only one who knew?
S: A couple of others. It was a very elaborate plan, it had to be. The next of the thirteen possibilities was…
W: Who else? Who else knew? Who?!
S: Molly.
W: Molly?
M: John…
S: Molly Hooper and some of my homeless network and that’s all.
W: Okay. So just your brother and Molly Hooper and a hundred tramps.
S: Ha, no! Twenty five at most. Seriously, it’s not a joke? You really keeping this?
W: Er, yeah.
S: Sure?
W: Mary likes it.
S: Hmm. No, she doesn’t.
W: She does.
S: She doesn’t.
M: Oh, don’t.
W: Oh, brilliant!
M: Look, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t know how to tell you…
W: Right, no, no, this is charming. I’ve really missed this! One word, Sherlock, that is all I would have needed! One word to let me know that you were alive!
S: I’ve nearly been in contact so many times, but…I worried that, you know, you might say something indiscreet.
W: What?
S: Well, you know, let the cat out of the bag.
W: Oh, so this is my fault!
M: Oh, my God.
W: Why am I the only one who thinks that this is wrong?! The only one reacting like a human being!
S: Over-reacting.
W: Over-reacting!
M:John!
W: Over-reacting! So you fake your own death and you waltz in here large as bloody life!
S: Sssh.
W: But I’m not supposed to have a problem with that, no, because Sherlock Homes thinks it’s a perfectly okay thing to do!
S: Shut up, John! I don’t want everyone knowing I’m still alive!
W: Oh, so it’s still a secret is it?!
S: Yes, it’s still a secret! Promise you won’t tell anyone?
W: Swear to God!!
S: London is in danger, John. There’s an imminent terrorist attack and I need your help.
W: My help?
S: You have missed this, admit it. The thrill of the chase, the blood pumping through your veins, just two of us against the rest of the world. I don’t understand, I said I’m sorry, isn’t that what you’re supposed to do?
M: Gosh, you don’t know anything about human nature, do you?
S: Hmm, nature? No. Human? No.
M:I will talk him round.
S: You will?
M: Oh yeah.
W: Mary.
W: Can you believe his nerve?
M:I like him.
W: What?
M: I like him.
S: Those things will kill you.
Lestrade: Oh, you bastard!
S: It’s time to come back. You’ve been letting thing slide, Graham.
L: Grag.
S: Greg.
Radio: …very common belief, with an anti terrorism bill, something this important the Government feels duty-bound to push through the legislation with all due exped…
S: Now stay exactly where you are.
W: Where are you?
S: Don’t move. Keep your eyes fixed on me.
W: What? What’s happening? What’s going on?
S: Please, will you do this for me? Please.
W: Do what?
S:The phone call, it’s my note. That’s what people do, don’t they? Leave a note.
W: Leave a note when?
S: Goodbye John.
W: No. Sherlock!
Moriaty: Oh ho!
Anderson: What?! Are you out of your mind?!
Laura: I don’t see why not. It’s just as plausible as some of your theories.
A: Look if you’re not going to take it seriously, Laura, you can go away.
L: I do take it seriously. I don’t think we should wear hats.
A: I founded The Empty Hearse so like-minded people could meet, discuss theories. Sherlock’s still out there. I can convinced of it.
L: Oh my God! Oh my God!
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Mary: “His movements were so silent, so furtive he reminded me of a trained bloodhound picking out a scent.”
Watson: You what?
M: “I couldn’t help thinking what an amazing criminal he’d make if he turned his talents against the law.”
W: Don’t read that.
M: Famous blog, finally.
W: Come on, that’s…
M: Ancient history, yes, I know, but it’s not through, is it, because he’s… What are you doing? W: Having a wash.
M: You’re shaving it off.
W: Well you hate it.
M: Sherlock hates it.
W: Apparently everyone hates it.
M: Oh? Are you going to see him again?
W: No, I am going to work.
M: Oh, and after work are you going to see him again?
W: No.
M: God, I had six months of bristly kisses for me. And then his nibs turns up…
W: I don’t shave for Sherlock Holmes.
M: You should put that on a T-shirt.
W: Shut up.
M: Or what?
W: Or I’ll marry you.
S: London, it’s like a great sess pool into which all kinds of criminals, agents and drifters are irresistibly drained. Sometimes it’s not a question of who, it’s a question of who knows? If this man cancels his papers, I need to know. If this woman leaves London without putting her dog into kennels. I need to know. I have certain people, they are markers. If they start to move, I will know something’s up. Like rats deserting a sinking ship.
M: All very interesting, Sherlock, but the terror alert has been raised to critical.
S: Boring. You move.
M: We have solid information, an attack is coming.
S: Solid information, a secret terrorist organization is planning an attack…That’s what secret
terrorist organizations do, isn’t it? It’s their version of golf.
M: An agent gave his life to tell us that.
S: Oh well, perhaps he shouldn’t have done. He was obviously just trying to show off.
M: None of these remarker s’ of yours his behaving in any way suspiciously? You move.
S: No, Mycroft, but you have to trust me. I’ll find the answer. But it’ll be in an odd phrase in an on-line blog or an unexpected trip to the countryside or a misplaced lonely hearts ad. You move. M: I’ve given the Prime Minister my personal assurance you’re on the case.
S: I’m on the case, we’re both on the case, look at us right now.
M: Oh, bugger!
S: Whoopsy!
S: “Can’t handle a broken heart.” How very telling.
M: Don’t be smart.
S: That takes me back.”Don’t be smart, Sherlock, I’m the smart one.”
M: I am the smart one.
S: I used to think I was an idiot.
M: Both of us thought you were an idiot, Sherlock. We had nothing else to go on, until we met other children.
S: Oh, yes, that was a mistake.
M: Ghastly. What were they thinking of?
S: Probably something about trying to make friends.
M: Oh yes. Friends. Of course, you go in for that sort of thing now.
S: And you don’t? Ever?
M: If you seem slow to me, Sherlock? Can you imagine what real people are like? I am living in a world of goldfish.
S: Yes, but I’ve been away for two years.
M: So?
S: I don’t know, I thought perhaps you might have found yourself a… goldfish.
M: Change the subject, now.
S: Rest assured, Mycroft, whatever this underground network of yours is up to, the secret will reside in something seemingly insignificant or bizarre.
M: Ohh ohh.
S: Speaking of which…
Hudson: I can’t believe it. I just can’t believe it! Him sitting in his chair again. Oh, isn’t wonderful, Mr Holmes?
M: I can barely contain myself.
S: Oh, he really can, you know.
H: He’s secretly pleased to see you, underneath all that.
S: Sorry, which of us?
H: Both of you.
S: Let’s play something different.
M: Why are we playing games?!
S: London’s terror alert has been raised to critical. I am just passing the time. Let’s do deductions. Client left this while I was out, what do you reckon?
M: I am busy.
S: Oh go on, it’s been an age.
M: I always win.
S: Which is why you can’t resist.
M: I find nothing irresistible in the hat of a well-travelled anxious, sentimental, unfit creature of habit with appalling halitosis. Damn!
S: Isolated too, don’t you think?
M: Why would he be isolated?
S: “He?”
M: Obviously.
S: Why? Size of the hat?
M: Don’t be silly. Some women have large heads too. No, he’s recently had his hair cut, you can see the little hairs adhering to the perspiration stains on the inside.
S: Some women have short hair too.
M: Balance of probability.
S: Not that you’ve ever spoken to a woman with short hair, or, you know, a woman.
M: Stains show he’s out of condition. And he’s sentimental because the hat has been repaired, three, four…
S: Five times. Very neatly. The cost of the repairs exceeds the cost of the hat, so he’s mawkishly attached to it. But it’s more than that. One, perhaps two patches would indicate sentimentality, but five? Five’s obsessive behaviors. Obsessive compulsive.
M: Hardly. Your client left it behind. What sort of an obsessive compulsive would do that? The earlier patches are extensively sun bleached, so he’s worn it abroad, in Peru.
S: Peru?
M: This is a Chullo. The classic headgear of Andes, it’s made of Alpaca.
S: No.
M: No?
S: Icelandic sheep wool. Similar, but very distinctive. If you know what you are looking for, I’ve written a blog on the varying tensile strengths（抗张强度）of different natural fibres.
H: I am sure there’s a crying need for that.
S: You said he was anxious?
M: The bobble on the left side has been badly chewed which shows he’s a man of a nervous disposition, but…
S: But also a creature of habit because he hasn’t chewed the bobble on the right.
M: Precisely.
S: A brief sniff of the offending bobble tells us everything. We need to know about the state of his breath.
M: Brilliant!
S: Elementary. But you’ve missed his isolation.
M: I don’t see it.
S: Plain as day.
M: Where?
S: There for all to see.
M: Tell me.
S: Plain as the nose on your face…(比喻某事显而易见)
M: Tell me!
S: Well, anybody who wears a hat as stupid as this isn’t in the habit of hanging around other people, is he?
M: Not at all. Maybe he just doesn’t mind being different. He doesn’t necessarily have to be isolated.
S: Exactly.
M: I am sorry.
S: He’s different, so what? Why would he mind? You are quite right. Why would anyone mind? M: I am not lonely, Sherlock.
S:How would you know?
M: Yes, back to work if you don’t mind. Good morning.
S: Right, back to work.
Doctor: Mr Summerson.
Watson: Right.
Doctor: Undescended testicle.
Watson: Right.
Hudson: Sherlock?
Sherlock: Hmm? Talk to John.
S: I’ve tried talking to him. He made his position quite clear.
Watson: Just relax. Mr Summerson.
Hudson: What did he say?
Sherlock: F…
Watson: Cough.
Hudson: Oh, dear.
Watson: Hi?
Doctor: Mrs Reeves. Thrush.
Watson: Right.
Molly: You want to see me?
Sherlock: Yes. Molly…
M: Yes?
S: Would you? Would you like to… solve crimes?
(M: Have dinner…? Um…)
Watson: Absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, Mrs Reeves. It’s very common, but I’m recommending a course of…
S: Monkey glands（猴腺）, but enough about Professor Presbury. Tell us more about your case, Mr Harcourt.
M: You sure about this?
S: Absolutely.
M: Should I be making notes?
S: If it makes you feel better.
M: It ‘s just that that’s what John says he does. So if I’m being John…
S: You are not being John, you are being yourself.
Client: Well absolutely no one should have been able to empty that bank account other than myself and Helen.
S: Why didn’t you assume it was your wife?
C: Because I’ve always had total faith in her.
S: No, it’s because you emptied it. Weight-loss, hair dye, Botox, affair. Lawyer,next!
Doctor: This is Mr Blake. Piles.
Watson: Mr Blake, hi.
S: And your pen-pal’s emails just stopped, did they?
Client2: Hmm.
S: And you really thought he was the one, didn’t you? The love of your life? Stepfather posing as online boyfriend.
Molly: What?
M: Breaks it off, breaks her heart. She swears off relationships, stays at home. He still has her wage coming in. Mr Windibank, you have been a complete and utter…
Watson: Piss pot. It’s nothing to worry about, just small infection, by the sound of it. Dr Verner is your usual…
Patient: Yeah, yeah, yeah. He looked after me man and boy. I run a little shop just on the corner of Church Street. Magazines and DVDs. I’ve brought along a few little beauties that might interest you? ”Tree Worshippers”. Oh, that’s a corker. It’s very saucy. And “British Birds”. Same sort of thing.
Watson: I’m fine, thanks.
P: “The Holy War”. Sounds a bit dry, I know, but there’s a nun with all these holes in her habit…W: Jesus! Sherlock.
P: What?
W: What do you want?
P: Uh?
W: Have you come to torment me?
P: What are you talking about?
W: “What are you talking…?”Well what, do you think I am going to be fooled by this bloody beard?!
P: You are crazy! No, no no no no.
W: It’s not as good as your French. Not as good as your French. It’s not even a good disguise, Sherlock! Where did you get it from, a bloody joke shop…?! Oh my God! I, I am sorry. Oh, my God!
Please… It’s fine.
Lestrade: This one’s got us all baffled.
S: Hmm, I don’t doubt it.
Molly: What’s it? You are onto something, aren’t you?
S: Maybe.
L: Show off.
S: Shut up, John.
M: What?
S: Hmm? Nothing.
Mary: Hello?
Watson: Hmm.
M: Are you sure?
W: I’m sure.
M: OK. I’m late for Cath. I’ll see you later.
W: Bye.
L: This going to be your new arrangement, is it? Just giving it a go. Right. So, John?
S: Not really in the picture any more.
M: Trains?
S: Trains.
M: Male, forty to fifty. Oh, sorry, did you want to be…?
S: Er no, please, be my guest.
L: You jealous?
S: Shut up!
M: It doesn’t make sense.
L: What doesn’t?
M: This skeleton, it can’t be any more than… six months old.
“How I Did it””By Jack the Ripper”
M: Wow!
L: “How I Did It, by Jack the Ripper.”
S: Ah ha.
M: It’s impossible!
S: Why not? Welcome to my world.
L: Smart arse.
S: Smart arse. I want to insult your intelligence by explaining it to you.
L: No, please, insult away.
“You forgot put your collar up”
S: The corpse is, is six months old. It’s dressed in a shoddy(假冒的，劣质的，赝品) Victorian outfit from a museum. Its been displayed on a dummy(虚拟的，傀儡，哑巴，仿制品) for many years, in a case facing south- east, judging from the fading of the fabric(织物；组织；建筑物). It was sold off in a fire damage sale a week ago.
L: So the whole thing was a fake?
S: Yes.
L: Look so promising有前途的.
S: Facile.雕虫小技
M: Why would someone go to all that trouble?
S: Why indeed, John?
“Mind the gap.”
Shilcott: Oh, thank for hanging onto it.
S: No problem. So, what’s this all about, Mr Shilcott?
Shilcott: My girlfriend’s a big fan of yours.
S: Girlfriend? Sorry. Do go on.
Shilcott: I like trains.
S: Yes…
Shilcott: I work on the Tube, on the District Line.我在地铁公司上班，负责市区线。

And part of my job is to wipe the security footage after it’s been cleared. I was just whizzing through疾驰通过，很快做完and I found something a bit bizarre匪夷所思的，奇异的. Now, this is a week ago. The last train on the Friday night, Westminster Station. Now this man gets into the last car.
M: Car?
Shilcott: They’re cars, not carriages. It’s a legacy(遗产，遗赠) of the early American involvement in the Tube system.
S: He said he liked trains.
Shilcott: And the next stop, St James’ Park Station. And… I thought you’d like it. He gets into the last car at Westminster. The only passenger. And the car is empty at St James’s Park Station. Explain that, Mr Holmes.
M: Couldn’t he have jumped off?
Shilcott: There is safety prevents the doors from opening in transit. But there’s something else, the driver of that train hasn’t been to work since. According to his flatmate, he’s on holiday. Came into some money.
S: Bought off?
M:Hmm?
S: So if the driver of the train was in on it帮忙, then the passenger did get off.
Shilcott: There’s nowhere he could go. It’s a straight run on the District Line between the two stations. There’s no side tunnels, no maintenance tunnels. Nothing on any map. Nothing. Train never stops and a man vanishes. Good, innit(int是不是，对不对)?
S: I know that face.
Watson: Excuse you.没关系
S: The journey between those stations usually takes five minutes and that journey took ten minutes. Ten minutes to get from Westminster to St James’s Park. So I’m going to need maps, lots of maps. Older maps, all the maps.
Molly: Right.
S: Fancy some chip?要不要一起去吃快餐？
M: What?
S: I know a fantastic fish shop just off the Marylebone Road, the owner always gives me extra portions.
M: Did you get him off a murder charge?
S: No, I helped him put up some shelves.
M: Sherlock.
S: Hmm?
M: What was today about?
S: Saying thank you.
M: For what?
S: For everything you did for me.
M: I t’s okay. It’s my pleasure.
S: No, I mean it.不，我是认真的。

M: I don’t mean pleasure, I mean I didn’t mind. I wanted to…
S: Moriaty slipped up, he made a mistake. Because the one person he thought didn’t matter at all to me was the person that mattered the most. You made it all possible. But you can’t do this again, can you?
M: Ive had a lovely day. I’d love to, I just, um…
S: Hmm, congratulations, by the way.
M: He’s not from work. We met through friends, old fashioned way. He’s nice, we’ve got a dog, we, we go to the pub on weekends and I’ve met his mum and dad and his friends and all his family. I’ve no idea why I’m telling you any of this…
S: I hope you’ll be very happy, Molly Hooper. You deserve it. After all, not all the men you fall for can turn out to be(结果是) sociapaths.
M: No.
S: No.
M: Maybe it’s just my type.
“Save souls now! John or James Watson?”
“Saint or Sinner? 圣人或罪人James or John?”
Mary: Oh, Mrs Hudson, sorry, I think someone’s got John.
Hudson: John Watson? Hang on, who are you?!
M:Oh, I’m his fiancée.
H: Oh.
S: Mary? What’s wrong?
M: Someone sent me this. At first I thought it was just a Bible thing, you know, spam垃圾邮件，罐头猪肉, but it’s not. It’s a skip code.
S: “Save John Watson” First word, then every third. “Save John Watson.” Now!
M: Where are we going?
S: St James The Less, it’s a church. Twenty minutes by car. Did you drive here?
M: Er, yes.
S: It’s too slow, it’s too slow.
M: Watch out! What are we waiting for?!
S: This.。