I: Too late.
Mycroft: We have people who can get into this.
Irene: I tested that theory for you. I let Sherlock Holmes try it for six months.
Sherlock, dear, tell him what you found when you x-rayed my camera phone.
Sherlock: There are four additional units wired inside the casing, I suspect containing acid or a small amount of explosive. Any attempt to open the casing will burn the hard drive.
Irene: Explosive. It's more me.
M: Some data is always recoverable.
I: Take that risk.
M: You have a pass code to open this. I deeply regret to say, we have people who can extract it from you.
S: There will be two pass codes one to open the phone, one to burn the drive. Even under duress, you can't know which one she's giving you and there would be no point in second attempt.
I: He's good, isn't he? I should have him on a leash. In face, I might.
M: We destroy this, then. No one has the information.
I: Fine, good idea. Unless there are lives of British citizens depending on the information you burn.
M: Are there?
I: Telling you would be playing fair. I'm not playing any more.
A list of my requests, find some ideas about my protection once they're granted. I'd say it wouldn't blow much of a hole in the wealth of a nation, but then I'd be lying. I imagine you'd like to sleep on it.
M: Thank you, yes.
I: Too bad. Off you pop and talk to people.
M: You've been very… thorough. I wish our lot were half as good as you.
I: I can't take all the credit, I had a bit of help. Jim Moriarty sends his love.
M: Yes, he's been in touch. Seems desperate for my attention, which I'm sure can be arranged.
I: I had all this stuff and never knew what to do with it. Thank God for the consultant criminal. Gave me a lot of advice about how to play the Holmes boys. Do you know what he calls you? The Ice Man… and the Virgin. Didn't even ask for anything, I think he just likes to cause trouble now that's my kind of man.
M: And here you are, the dominatrix who brought a nation to its knees. Nicely played.
S: I said no. Very, very close, but no. You got carried away. The game was too elaborate, you were enjoying yourself too much.
I: There's no such thing as too much.
S: Oh, enjoying the thrill of the chase is fine. Craving the distraction of the game, I sympathise entirely, but sentiment? Sentiment is a chemical defect found in the losing side.
I: Sentiment? What are you talking about?
I: Oh, dear God. Look at the poor man. You don't actually think I was interested in you? Why? Because you're the great Sherlock Holmes, the clever detective in the funny hat?
S: No. Because I took your pulse. Elevated. Your pupils dilated.
I imagine John Watson thinks love's a mystery to me, but the chemistry is incredibly simple and very destructive. When you first met, you told me that disguise is always a self-portrait. How true of you. The combination to your safe, your measurements, but this, this is far more intimate, this is your heart and you should never let it rule your head. You could have chosen any random number and walked out of here today with everything you work for. But you just couldn't resist it, could you? I've always assumed that love is a dangerous disadvantage. Thank you for the final proof.
I: Everything I said, it's not real. I was just playing the game.
S: I know. And this is just losing. （"I AM SHER LOCKED" showing on the phone's screen, "SHER" is the pass code）
There you are, brother. Hope the contents make up for any inconvenience I may have caused you tonight.
M: I'm certain they will.
S: If you're feeling kind, lock her up, otherwise let her go and I doubt she'll survive long without her protection.
I: Are you expecting me to beg?
I: Please. You're right. I won't even last six months.
S: Sorry about dinner.
2) S: You know I don’t concern myself with trivias. Who is she?
Scene: Irene and the Holmes boys are sitting in the living room of 221B Baker Street.
3) I: Hello, sorry to hear you’ve been hurt. I don’t think Kate caught your name.
I: No. I think you’re damaged, delusional and believe in a higher power. In your case, It’s yourself.
I: I would have you here, right on this desk until you beg for mercy twice.
I: Oh, dear God. Look at the poor man. You don’t actually think I was interested in you? Why? Because you’re the great Sherlock Holmes, the clever detective in the funny hat?
S: I’m not
S: Oh, enjoying the thrill of chase is fine. Craving the distraction of the game, I sympathise entirely. But sentiment, sentiment is a chemical defect found in the losing side.
4) I: DO you know the big problem with a disguise, Mr. Holmes. However hard you try, it’s always a self-portrait.
I: And when I say had, I’m being indelicate.
S: No. Because I took your pulse. Elevated, your pupils dilated.
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（麦哥是真出言成章，剧里别的多数地点也能彰显，台词后生可畏看正是受过极好教育的的剧中人物，选词用语与剧中人物自个儿就很搭配。damsel in distress西方文化艺术中的标准形象，那样形容Irene显得Sherlock有如中世纪骑士相近哈哈哈哈）
S: You think I’m a vicar with a bleeding face?
S: I’ve never begged for mercy in my life.
The damsel in distress. In the end, are you really so obvious? Because this was textbook. The promise of love, the pain of loss, the joy of redemption. Then give him a puzzle and watch him dance.
S: I don’t understand.
S: Why would I…want to have dinner…if I wasn’t hungry.
I: Look at those cheekbones. I could cut myself slapping that face. Would you like me to try?
S: You should screen your defence people more carefully.
And there now, we both defrocked, Mr. Sherlock Holmes.
M: All lives end. All hearts are broken. Caring is not an advantage, Sherlock.