Sherlock

Sherlock!

It's a trick.

Just a magic trick.

No. All right, stop it now.

Now, stay exactly where you are.

- Don't move. - All right.

Keep your eyes fixed on me.

Please, would you do this for me?

Do what?

This phone call, it's uh, it's my note.

It's what people do, don't they?

Leave a note.

Leave a note when?

- Goodbye, John. - No, don't...

Sherlock!

John? John, look at me.

Look at me. And sleep.

Right the way down, right the way deep, right the way, sound asleep.

That's real.

That's good, with my voice just there in the center of your head

and floating all the way around you.

And you will awaken in three, two, one...

zero.

Let me come through, please! He's my friend.

Bollocks!

No, no, no, no, it's obvious.

That's how he did it. It's obvious.

Derren Brown?

- Let it go, Sherlock's dead. - But is he?

There was a body, it was him.

It was definitely him, Molly Hooper laid him out.

No, she's lying.

It was Jim Moriarty's body with a mask on.

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?

Well, you know the paving slabs in that whole area,

even the exact ones that he landed on, you know they were all...

Guilt! That's all this is.

You pushed us all into thinking that Sherlock 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?

I believe in Sherlock Holmes.

Yeah, well, that won't bring him back.

And that after extensive police investigations,

Richard Brook did indeed prove to be the creation of James Moriarty.

Amidst unprecedented scenes, there was uproar in court

as Sherlock Holmes was vindicated and cleared of all suspicion.

Sadly, all this comes too late for the detective,

who became something of a celebrity two years ago.

Questions are now being asked as to why police let matters get so far.

Sherlock Holmes fell to his death

from the top of London's Barts Hospital.

Although he left no note, friends say it's unlikely...

Well, then. Absent friends.

- Sherlock. - Sherlock.

And may God rest his soul.

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.

Penny for the Guy?

Oi, mate, penny for the Guy?

- Penny for the Guy, mate? - Penny for the Guy?

- Penny for the Guy? - Penny for the Guy?

That was the most ridiculous thing I've ever done.

You invaded Afghanistan.

You have been busy, haven't you?

Quite the busy little bee.

Moriarty's network. Took me two years to dismantle it.

And you're confident you have?

The Serbian side was the last piece of the puzzle.

Yes.

You got yourself in deep there with Baron Maupertius.

- Quite a scheme. - Colossal.

Anyway. You're safe now.

Hmm.

A small "thank you" wouldn't go amiss.

What for?

For wading in.

In case you've forgotten, field work is not my natural milieu.

"Wading in"?

You sat there and watched me being beaten to a pulp.

- I got you out. - No, I got me out.

Why didn't you intervene sooner?

I couldn't risk giving myself away, could I?

- It would have ruined everything. - You were enjoying it.

- Nonsense. - Definitely enjoying it.

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!

I didn't know you spoke Serbian.

I didn't.

But the language has a Slavic root.

Frequent Turkish and German loan-words.

Took me a couple of hours.

Hmm, you're slipping.

Middle age, brother mine.

Comes to us all.

Oh no, you don't take it, do you?

- No. - You forget a little thing like that.

Yes.

You forget lots of little things, it seems.

Uh-huh.

- Not sure about that. - Hmm?

Ages you.

- Just trying it out. - Well, it ages you.

- Look... - I'm not your mother,

- I've no right to expect it. - No.

But just one phone call, John!

Just one phone call would have done.

I know.

- After all we went through! - Yes.

I am sorry.

Look, I understand how difficult it was for you after...

After...

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?

I need you to give this matter

your full attention, Sherlock, is that quite clear?

- What do you think of this shirt? - Sherlock!

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.

One of our men died getting this information.

All the chatter, all the traffic concurs,

there's going to be a terrorist strike on London, a big one.

And what about John Watson?

- John? - Hmm. Have you seen him?

Oh 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.

No.

Well, we'll have to get rid of that.

- "We"? - He looks ancient.

I can't be seen to be wandering around with an old man.

I couldn't face letting it out.

He never liked me dusting.

No, I know.

So why now? What changed your mind?

Well, I've got some news.

Oh God, is it serious?

What? No, no I'm not ill.

I've, uh, well, I'm... moving on.

You're emigrating?

Nope. Uh, no, I've, uh,

I have met someone.

Oh! Ah, lovely.

Yeah. We're getting married. Well, I'm going to ask, anyway.

So soon after Sherlock?

Hmm, well, yes.

What's his name?

It's a woman.

- A woman? - Yes, of course it's a woman.

You really have moved on, haven't you?

Mrs Hudson, how many times?

Sherlock was not my boyfriend.

Live and let live, that's my motto.

Listen to me. I am not gay!

I think I'll surprise John.

- He'll be delighted. - You think so?

Hmm, pop into Baker Street, who knows, jump out of a cake.

Baker Street? He isn't there any more.

Why would he be? It's been two years.

He's got on with his life.

What life? I've been away.

- Where's he going to be tonight? - How would I know?

You always know.

He has a dinner reservation in the Marylebone Road.

Nice little spot.

They have a few bottles of the 2000 St Emilion,

though I prefer the 2001.

I think maybe I'll just drop by.

You know, it is just possible that you won't be welcome.

No, it isn't.

Now, where is it?

- Where's what? - You know what.

Welcome back, Mr Holmes.

Thank you,

blood.

Sir, can I help you?

Your wife just texted you, possibly her contractions have started.

Excuse me, sir.

Oh, sir, I am so, so sorry.

Uh, 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, uh, completely identical.

Can I help you with anything, sir?

Hi, yeah, I'm looking for a bottle of champagne.

A good one.