Sherlock

Mummy?

Mummy! Wake up! Wake up!

Mummy!

Wake up!

Help me, please! I'm on a plane and 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? - Adam and Eve.

- Oh, them. - And that turned out OK.

'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.

- 'Very close? - A-huh.

'Shame, I was looking forward to putting myself into the hands of the authorities.

'You were?

'Finger-printing, being searched... thoroughly.'

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Mycroft?

DOOR SLAMS SHUT

Mycroft?

Why don't you come out and show yourself?

I don't have time for this.

We have time, Mycroft.

All the time in the world.

Mycroft?

Who are you?

You know.

Impossible.

Nothing's impossible.

You of all people know that.

It's coming to get you.

There's an east wind coming, Mycroft. Coming to get you.

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

No use, Mycroft. There's no defence and nowhere to hide.

Y-a-a-a-argh!

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. - Only with a tranquilliser.

- Hm. We still had ten 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.

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

You're just leaving?!

Well, we're not staying here, Eurus is coming and, er...

someone's disabled all your security.

Sleep well!

Dr Watson, why would he do that to me? That was insane!

Er... 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 want to 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 going to 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 going to tell the truth, Mycroft. Pure and simple.

Who was it said, "The 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?

Hm. Yeah, 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 discreet 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 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 was 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.

- Help succour me now the... - East winds blow.

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.

We begged and begged her to tell us where he was.

The song is the answer.

But the song made no sense.

- What happened to Redbeard? - We never found him.

But she started calling him Drowned Redbeard,

so we made our assumptions.

Sherlock was traumatised.

Natural, I suppose. He was, in the early days, an emotional child.

But after that, he was different. So changed.

Never spoke of it again.

In time, he seemed to forget that Eurus had ever even existed.

How could he forget? She was living in the same house.

No.

- They took her away. - Why?

You don't lock up a child because a dog goes missing.

Quite so.

It was what happened immediately afterwards.

She knows where he is.

We can't make her tell us.

We can't make her do anything!

After that, our sister had

- to be taken away. - Where?

Oh, some suitable place, or so everyone thought.

Not suitable enough, however.

- She died there. - How?

She started another fire. One which she did not survive.

This is a lie.

Yes.

It is also a kindness.

This is the story I told our parents to spare them further pain,

and to account for the absence of an identifiable body.

And no doubt to prevent their further interference.

Well, that, too, of course.

The depth of Eurus's psychosis and the extent of her abilities

couldn't hope to be contained in any ordinary institution.

Uncle Rudi took care of things.

Where is she, Mycroft? Where's our sister?