Sherlock

Mummy?

Mummy.

Wake up! Wake up!

Mummy!

- (GLASS CLATTERING) - (GASPS)

- Wake up. - (MOBILE PHONE CHIMING)

Help me, please.

I'm on a plane. Everyone's asleep.

Help me.

Hello. My name's Jim Moriarty.

Welcome to the final problem.

You know I could arrest you.

- What for? - Wearing a dress like that.

Would you like me to take it off?

Then I'd really have to press charges.

Press away.

-Isn't that how they got started?

Who? WOMAN: Adam and Eve.

Oh, them. WOMAN: And that turned out okay.

You think so?

I thought it was supposed to be the beginning of all human misery.

Now, what was all that about arresting me?

Well, maybe not arresting you.

No? - I could just keep you

under close watch.

- (PROJECTOR CLICKS) - Very close?

Uh-huh.

Shame, I was looking forward to putting myself

into the hands of the authorities.

- You were? - Fingerprinting.

Being searched.

Thoroughly.

Mycroft.

Mycroft.

Why don't you come out and show yourself?

I don't have time for this.

We have time, brother dear.

All the time in the world.

Mycroft.

Who are you?

(SING-SONG) You know who.

Impossible.

Nothing's impossible. - (ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

You of all people know that.

Coming to get you.

-There's an east wind coming, Mycroft.

Coming to get you.

You can't have got out! You can't!

- (CLICKS) No use, Mycroft.

There's no defence and nowhere to hide.

Sherlock.

Help me.

Experiment complete.

Conclusion,

I have a sister.

This was you? All of this was you?

Conclusion two.

My sister, Eurus, apparently, has been incarcerated from an early age

in a secure institution controlled by my brother.

Hey, bro.

Why would you do this... This pantomime? Why?

Conclusion three. You are terrified of her.

You have no idea what you're dealing with. None at all.

New information, she's out.

That's not possible.

It's more than possible, she was John's therapist.

Shot me during a session.

- (SIGHING) Only with a tranquiliser. - Mmm.

Still had 10 minutes to go.

Well, we'll see about a refund.

Right, you two, Wiggins has got your money by the gate,

- don't spend it all in one crack den. - (NOSE SQUEAKING)

Oh, I hope we didn't spoil your enjoyment of the movie.

You're just leaving?

Oh, we're not staying here, Eurus is coming and, uh,

someone's disabled all your security.

Sleep well!

Dr Watson, why would he do that to me?

- That was insane. - Uh, yes.

Well, someone convinced him that you wouldn't tell the truth

unless you were actually wetting yourself.

"Someone"?

Probably me.

So that's it, is it? You're just going.

Well, don't worry.

There's a place for people like you, the desperate, the terrified,

the ones with nowhere else to run.

What place?

221b Baker Street.

See you in the morning.

If there's a queue, join it.

For God's sake, this is not one of your idiot cases.

You might wanna close that window.

There is an east wind coming.

You have to sit in the chair.

They won't talk to you unless you sit in the chair,

it's the rules.

- I'm not a client. - Then get out.

She's not gonna stay there, is she?

- Would you like a cup of tea? - Thank you.

The kettle's over there.

So what happens now? Are you going to make deductions?

You're gonna tell the truth, Mycroft, pure and simple.

Who was it said, "Truth is rarely pure and never simple"?

I don't know and I don't care.

So there were three of us.

I know that now.

You, me...

And Eurus.

A sister I can't remember.

Interesting name, Eurus.

It's Greek, isn't it?

Mmm, yeah, uh, literally, the god of the east wind.

Yes.

"The east wind is coming, Sherlock."

- You used that to scare me. - No.

You turned my sister into a ghost story.

Of course I didn't.

- I monitored you. - You what?

Memories can resurface. Wounds can reopen.

The roads we walk have demons beneath.

And yours have been waiting for a very long time.

I never bullied you.

I used, at discrete intervals, potential trigger words to update myself

as to your mental condition. I was looking after you.

Why can't I remember her?

- This is a private matter. John stays.

This is family.

That's why he stays!

So there were three Holmes kids.

What was the age gap?

Seven years between myself and Sherlock,

one year between Sherlock and Eurus.

Middle child. Explains a lot.

So, did she have it too?

- Have what? - The deduction thing.

"The deduction thing"?

- Yes. - More than you can know.

Enlighten me.

You realise I'm the smart one.

As you never cease to announce.

But Eurus, she was incandescent, even then.

Our abilities were professionally assessed more than once.

I was remarkable.

But Eurus was described as an era-defining genius beyond Newton.

Then why don't I remember her?

You do remember her, in a way.

Every choice you've ever made, every path you've ever taken,

the man you are today,

is your memory of Eurus.

She was different from the beginning.

She knew things she should never have known,

as if she were somehow aware of truths beyond the normal scope.

You look funny grown up.

- What's wrong? - Sorry.

The memories are disturbing.

What do you mean? Examples.

They found her with a knife once.

She seemed to be cutting herself.

Mother and Father were terrified.

They thought it was a suicide attempt.

But when I asked Eurus what she was doing, she said...

I wanted to see how my muscles worked.

Jesus!

So I asked her if she felt pain.

And she said...

Which one's pain?

Then what happened?

Musgrave.

The ancestral home where there was always honey for tea.

And Sherlock played among the funny gravestones.

Funny how?

Come on, you lot.

They weren't real. The dates were all wrong,

an architectural joke which fascinated Sherlock.

* Who will find me?

* Deep down below the old beech tree

- * Help... - Help, succour me now,

- the east winds blow. - East winds blow.

* ...east winds blow.

- Sixteen by six. - * Brother.

And under we go.

- You're starting to remember. - Fragments.

Redbeard!

Redbeard!

Redbeard?

He was my dog.

Eurus took Redbeard and locked him up

somewhere no one could find him.

Redbeard!

And she refused to say where he was.

Redbeard!

She'd only repeat that song.

Her little ritual.

Redbeard! -MYCROFT: We begged and begged her