A modernised series of adaptations of the Sherlock Holmes novels by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. John Watson, an army doctor, is wounded in Afghanistan and invalided out of the Army. Back in London his search for a place to stay leads him to share a flat with Sherlock Holmes, a brilliant but eccentric private detective. Together they solve baffling, and often bizarre, murder mysteries. They also have to compete with Holmes’ nemesis, the criminal genius Moriarty. (IMDb) │ Produced by BBC
Eurus Holmes: I’m Eurus.
John Watson: Eurus?
Eurus Holmes: Silly name, isn’t it? Greek. Means “the east wind”. My parents loved silly names, like Eurus… or Mycroft… or Sherlock. Oh, look at him. Didn’t it ever occur to you, not even once, that Sherlock’s secret brother might just be Sherlock’s secret sister? Huh? He’s making a funny face. I think I’ll put a hole in it.
John Watson: You didn’t kill Mary. Mary died saving your life. It was her choice, no-one made her do it. No-one could ever make her do anything. The point is, you did not kill her.
Sherlock Holmes: In saving my life, she conferred a value on it. It is a currency I do not know how to spend.
Culverton Smith: I never realised confessing would be so enjoyable. I should have done it sooner.
Greg Lestrade: We’ll carry on tomorrow.
Culverton Smith: Well, we could carry on now, I’m not tired. There’s loads more.
Culverton Smith: You know, in films, when you see dead people, pretending to be dead, and it’s just living people lying down? Well, that’s not what dead people look like. Dead people… look like things. I like to make people into things, then you can own them.
Mary Watson (from the tape): John Watson never accepts help. Not from anyone, not ever. But here’s the thing, he never refuses it. You can’t save John, because he won’t let you. He won’t allow himself to be saved. The only way to save John is to make him save you. If he thinks you need him, I swear… And off he… pop… he will be there.
Mrs Hudson: He’s more emotional, isn’t he? Unsolved case, shoot the wall! Boom, boom! Unmade breakfast, karate the fridge. Unanswered question… Well, what does he do with anything he can’t answer, John? Every time?
John Watson: He stabs it.
Mrs Hudson: Anything he can’t find the answer for, bang! It’s up there. I keep telling him, if he was any good as a detective, I wouldn’t need a new mantel!
John Watson: Sherlock’s not your only brother. There’s another one, isn’t there?
Mycroft Holmes: No…
John Watson: Jesus! A secret brother. What is he, locked up in a tower, or something?
Culverton Smith: Please! Please, please, please, no violence. Thank you, Dr Watson. But I don’t think he’s a danger any more. Leave him be.
Sherlock Holmes: No, it’s OK. Let him do what he wants. He’s entitled. I killed his wife.
John Watson: Yes, you did.
Culverton Smith: You don’t build a beach if you want to hide a pebble. You just find a beach. And if you want to hide a murder, if you want to hide lots and lots of murders, just find a… hospital.
Sherlock Holmes: I will share with you the facts and evidence as they were available to me, and in this very room, you will all attempt to solve the case of Blessington The Poisoner.
John Watson: I think you slightly gave away the ending.
Sherlock Holmes: There were five main suspects.
John Watson: One of them called Blessington.
Sherlock Holmes: But it’s more about how he did it.
John Watson: Poison?
Sherlock Holmes: OK.
Nurse: I was just saying, I love your blog.
Sherlock Holmes: Great, thanks.
John Watson: It’s my blog.
Sherlock Holmes: It is, he writes the blog.
Nurse: It’s yours?
John Watson: Yes.
Nurse: You write Sherlock’s blog?
John Watson: Yes.
Nurse: It’s gone downhill a bit, hasn’t it?