The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes1984

Moriarty:
[Moriarty suddenly thrusts his hand inside his coat, prompting Holmes to reach for his pistol, but Moriarty only pulls out a small notebook to read from it] You frustrated me in the affair of the French gold.

Sherlock Holmes:
Ah, so it *was* you behind "The Red-Headed League." A very ingenious and well-contrived idea.

Moriarty:
High praise, from you. You crossed my path first on the fourth of January. By the middle of February I was seriously inconvenienced by you and at the end of March I was absolutely hampered in my plans. And now with this last business in France, you have placed me in such a position by your continual persecution that I am in positive danger of losing my liberty. The situation is becoming an impossible one.

Sherlock Holmes:
Have you any suggestion to make?

Moriarty:
You must drop it, Mr. Holmes. You really must, you know.