The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes

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Benson:
Mister Savage, sir. I didn't know, sir. Sir, I didn't know.

Victor Savage:
It's all right, Benson. Last minute decision.

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Adelaide Savage:
Georgie says he's going to guard the house.

Doctor Watson:
Well, they're fine children, Mrs Savage.

Adelaide Savage:
They're little angels.

Marina Savage:
We're usually known as little savages. Thank you, Doctor Watson, for letting us keep our home. [she kisses his cheek]

Doctor Watson:
Aah. Thank you, my dear; I'd like to take the credit, but it belongs to Mr Holmes.

Marina Savage:
We are very grateful to you, sir.

Sherlock Holmes:
My privilege, Miss Savage.

Doctor Watson:
There must be a way of stopping him, Holmes, surely.

Sherlock Holmes:
Well, I doubt it more and more.

Doctor Watson:
Suppose *you* were convinced of his guilt. What would you do, then?

Sherlock Holmes:
You know my methods; I would gain entry to the house.

Doctor Watson:
Then that's what I shall do. You don't have to come.

Sherlock Holmes:
Nevertheless, I shall. You've already had your head turned - I must make sure you don't get your *neck* broken as well.

Sherlock Holmes:
What you have to face, Watson, is that Savage's catching the disease in Rotherhithe is entirely plausible. The coincidence, that Smith's expertise in the matter is exactly that, a coincidence. You can't hang a man on coincidence.

Police Sergeant:
Ma'am, ma'am. We have reason to believe that, erm, as a matter of fact, you are trespassing.

Adelaide Savage:
Sergeant, I'm sure you're as aware as I am the laws of trespass in this country are most curious, not to say odd. I should know. I have responsibility for hundreds of acres which are about to be stolen from me through legal trickery, by a man, a man who preyed on my husband like some bloated parasite, corrupted him and drove him to his death. And now, now he will not speak to the woman he has widowed! Of course he won't. He knows he has no justice on his side; merely cold legality.

Sherlock Holmes:
There is only one man who can help me - the man we have maligned.

Doctor Watson:
Culverton Smith? Do you believe *he* would help?

Sherlock Holmes:
He must. It is my only chance. [in delirium] Oysters... They do breed, don't they? I cannot think that the whole bed of the ocean is one solid mass of oysters.

Sherlock Holmes:
Don't fail me, Watson.

Doctor Watson:
Of course not.

Sherlock Holmes:
[In delirium] And what of rivers? Are there no natural enemies to limit the increase of these creatures? It's horrible, horrible...

Sherlock Holmes:
That's the front door. It's him. Hide!

Doctor Watson:
Hide?

Sherlock Holmes:
Quick! If you love me!

Culverton Smith:
I don't see you in the witness box - quite another sort of box.

Doctor Watson:
Why, why wouldn't you let me near you when in truth there was no infection?

Sherlock Holmes:
Do you imagine that I have no respect for your medical talents? At six feet, I could deceive you. But any closer, with your astute judgement, no no no no no no. No, it was essential that you and Mrs. Hudson believed me to be at death's door; otherwise, Smith would have smelt a rat.

Mrs Hudson:
Rats! Beeswax! Mr. Holmes, you are the very worst tenant in London!

Sherlock Holmes:
If I'm to have a doctor, at least let me have someone in whom I have confidence.

Doctor Watson:
[Gravely] You have none in me.

Sherlock Holmes:
Your friendship, yes. But I mean you're only a general practitioner with mediocre qualifications.

Doctor Watson:
That remark is unworthy of you, Holmes. It shows me very clearly the state of your nerves.

Sherlock Holmes:
That demonstrates your ignorance!

[shouts]

Sherlock Holmes:
What do you know about Tapanuli fever! What do you know of the black Formosa corruption!

Mycroft Holmes:
[to Sherlock] Do you remember what Papa used to tell us when we were young? Eliminate the impossible and whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.

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Sherlock Holmes:
No, this is the monastery's accounts dating to the early fifteenth century.

Mycroft Holmes:
Mm, precisely what I thought.

Sherlock Holmes:
But surely this has great political significance.

Mycroft Holmes:
A matter of particular delicacy.

Sherlock Holmes:
That's father's magnifying glass.

Mycroft Holmes:
Yes.

Sherlock Holmes:
He gave it to you?

Mycroft Holmes:
Mm.

Sherlock Holmes:
How ironic.

[last lines]

Sherlock Holmes:
Ah, Professor, be sure your sin will find you out.

[first lines]

Sherlock Holmes:
Watson. What is the medical term for obsession? I feel, you see... that I must lay to rest a ghost, which has haunted me for some time. I shall be away for several weeks in the highlands. Meanwhile, your patients might be encouraged by seeing you more often at your consulting room.

Doctor Watson:
What about Baker Street?

Sherlock Holmes:
Poste restante, Diogenes Club and the irregulars. You know my methods. Oh, I shall be watching you... with my third eye.

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Princess of Wales:
Je suis enchant?e.

French Ambassador:
Merci bien.

[first lines]

Gennaro Lucca:
Emilia!

Inspector Hawkins:
I don't think Mr and Mrs Lucca have too much to fear, but we have to go through the procedures. Take them downstairs. No doubt if you'd been here on your own, Mr Holmes, you'd have found a different solution.

Sherlock Holmes:
The law is what we live with, Inspector. Justice is sometimes harder to achieve.

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Doctor Watson:
[narration] English justice looked kindly on the young couple, and soon afterwards they left for Australia. There they found a new and happier life, free from the threat of the Red Circle.

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Douglas Maberley:
You promised!

Isadora Klein:
I promised you nothing. Jamais! Never!

Douglas Maberley:
I'm leaving for Rome. Please. Please come with me.

Isadora Klein:
I've given, and I've no more to give.

Douglas Maberley:
Why? Why do you treat me like this!

[two men drag him away]

Douglas Maberley:
No!

Isadora Klein:
Go! Go, go, go!

Douglas Maberley:
Heartless fiend!

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Dr Watson:
You let her off the hook, Holmes.

Sherlock Holmes:
Compounding a felony, you mean.

Dr Watson:
Murder.

Sherlock Holmes:
It would have been impossible to prove. Mrs Klein has learnt that she can't play with edged tools for ever without cutting those... ageing hands of hers. Time is not on her side. Shall we?