Invited by a mysterious man

discreet                      [diskríːt]                                   지각있는, 신중한

by far                         매우, 몹시, 너무, (최상급, 비교급을 강조) 훨씬

stupidity                    [stjuːpídəti]            어리석음, 우둔한

archenemy                                   [ὰːrʧénəmi]             대적, 숙적

figure                         [fígjər]                        수량, 가격

blunder                      [blΛndər]                   큰 실수, 우왕좌왕vi, 잘못

intermittent                [ìntərmítnt]                간헐적인, 주기적인

tremor                        [trémər]                      떨림, 몸서리

John Watson: Taxi! Taxi...

John Watson: Hello?

Man: There is a security camera on the building to your left. Do you see it?

John Watson: Who's this? Who's speaking?

Man: Do you see the camera, Dr. Watson?

John Watson: Yeah, I see it.

Man: Watch... There is another camera on the building opposite you. Do you see it?' And finally, at the top of the building on your right.

John Watson: How are you doing this?

Man: Get into the car, Dr. Watson. I would make some sort of threat, but I'm sure your situation is quite clear to you.

 

John Watson: Hello.

Anthea: Hi.

John Watson: What's your name, then?

Anthea: Er... Anthea.

John Watson: Is that your real name?

Anthea: No.

John Watson: I'm John.

Anthea: Yes. I know.

John Watson: Any point in asking...where I'm going?

Anthea: None at all... John.

John Watson: OK.

 

Man: Have a seat, John.

John Watson: You know, I've got a phone. I mean, very clever and all that, but er... you could just phone me. On my phone.

Man: When one is avoiding the attention of Sherlock Holmes, one learns to be discreet, hence this place. Your leg must be hurting you. Sit down.

John Watson: I don't want to sit down.

Man: You don't seem very afraid.

John Watson: You don't seem very frightening.

Man: Yes... The bravery of the soldier. Bravery is by far the kindest word for stupidity, don't you think? What is your connection to Sherlock Holmes?

John Watson: I don't have one. I barely know him, I met him... yesterday.

Man: Mmm, and since yesterday you've moved in with him and now you're solving crimes together. Might we expect a happy announcement by the end of the week?

John Watson: Who are you?

Man: An interested party.

John Watson: Interested in Sherlock? Why? I'm guessing you're not friends.

Man: You've met him. How many friends do you imagine he has? I am the closest thing to a friend that Sherlock Holmes is capable of having.

John Watson: And what's that?

Man: An enemy.

John Watson: An enemy?

Man: In HIS mind, certainly. If you were to ask him, he'd probably say his arch-enemy. He does love to be dramatic.

John Watson: Well, thank God YOU'RE above all that.

[TEXT MESSAGE] Baker Street. Come at once if convenient. SH

Man: I hope I'm not distracting you.

John Watson: Not distracting me at all.

Man: Do you plan to continue your association with Sherlock Holmes?

John Watson: I could be wrong... but I think that's none of your business.

Man: It could be.

John Watson: It really couldn't.

Man: If you do move into, erm... 221B Baker Street, I'd be happy to pay you a meaningful sum of money on a regular basis to ease your way.

John Watson: Why?

Man: Because you're not a wealthy man.

John Watson: In exchange for what?

Man: Information. Nothing indiscreet. Nothing you'd feel...uncomfortable with. Just tell me what he's up to.

John Watson: Why?

Man: I worry about him. Constantly.

John Watson: That's nice of you.

Man: But I would prefer for various reasons that my concern go unmentioned, we have what you might call a... difficult relationship.

[TEXT MESSAGE] If inconvenient, come anyway. SH

John Watson: No.

Man: But I haven't mentioned a figure.

John Watson: Don't bother.

Man: You're very loyal VERY quickly.

John Watson: No, I'm not, I'm just not interested.

Man: "Trust issues"...it says here.

John Watson: What's that?

Man: Could it be that you've decided to trust Sherlock Holmes of all people?

John Watson: Who says I trust him?

Man: You don't seem the kind to make friends easily.

John Watson: Are we done?

Man: You tell me. I imagine people have already warned you to stay away from him, but I can see from your left hand that's not going to happen.

John Watson: My what?

Man: Show me.

John Watson: Don't...

Man: Remarkable.

John Watson: What is?

Man: Most people... blunder round this city, and all they see are streets and shops and cars. When you walk with Sherlock Holmes, you see the battlefield. You've seen it already. Haven't you?

John Watson: What's wrong with my hand?

Man: You have an intermittent tremor in your left hand. Your therapist thinks it's post-traumatic stress disorder. She thinks you're haunted by memories of your military service.

John Watson: Who the hell are you? How do you know that?

Man: Fire her. She's got it the wrong way round. You're under stress right now and your hand is perfectly steady. You're not haunted by the war, Dr. Watson... You miss it. Welcome back. Time to choose a side, Dr. Watson.

Anthea: I'm to take you home.

[TEXT MESSAGE] Could be dangerous. SH

Anthea: Address?

John Watson: Er, Baker Street. 221B Baker Street. But I need to stop off somewhere first.

 

John Watson: Listen, your boss. Any chance you could not tell him this is where I went?

Anthea: Sure.

John Watson: You've told him already, haven't you?

Anthea: Yeah.

John Watson: Hey erm... do you ever get any free time?

Anthea: Oh, yeah. Lots. Bye...

John Watson: OK.

 

John Watson: What are you doing?

Sherlock Holmes: Nicotine patch. Helps me think. Impossible to sustain a smoking habit in London these days. Bad news for brain work.

John Watson: It's good news for breathing.

Sherlock Holmes: Oh... Breathing! Breathing's boring.

John Watson: Is that...three patches?

Sherlock Holmes: It's a three-patch problem.

John Watson: Well...? You asked me to come, I'm assuming it's important.

Sherlock Holmes: Oh - yeah, of course. Can I borrow your phone?

John Watson: My phone?

Sherlock Holmes: Don’t use mine. Always a chance that my number will be recognized. It's on the website.

John Watson: Mrs. Hudson's got a phone.

Sherlock Holmes: Yeah, she's downstairs. I tried shouting but she didn't hear.

John Watson: I was the other side of London...

Sherlock Holmes: There was no hurry.

John Watson: Here... So what's this about - the case?

Sherlock Holmes: Her case...

John Watson: HER case?

Sherlock Holmes: Her suitcase, yes, obviously. The murderer took her suitcase, first big mistake.

John Watson: OK, he took her case. So?

Sherlock Holmes: It's no use, there's no other way. We'll have to risk it. On my desk there's a number. I want you to send a text.

John Watson: You've brought me here...to send a text.

Sherlock Holmes: Text, yes. The number on my desk. What's wrong?

John Watson: Just met a friend of yours.

Sherlock Holmes: A friend?

John Watson: An enemy.

Sherlock Holmes: Oh. Which one?

John Watson: Well, your arch-enemy, according to him. Do people have arch-enemies?

Sherlock Holmes: Did he offer you money to spy on me?

John Watson: Yes.

Sherlock Holmes: Did you take it?

John Watson: No.

Sherlock Holmes: Pity, we could have split the fee. Think it through next time.

John Watson: Who is he?

Sherlock Holmes: The most dangerous man you've ever met, and not my problem right now.

On my desk, the number!

John Watson: Jennifer Wilson. That was... Hang on. Wasn't that the dead woman?

Sherlock Holmes: Yes. That's not important. Just enter the number. Are you doing it?

John Watson: Yes.

Sherlock Holmes: Have you done it?

John Watson: Yeah - hang on!

Sherlock Holmes: These words exactly. "What happened at Lauriston Gardens? I must have blacked out. 22 Northumberland Street, please come."

John Watson: You blacked out?

Sherlock Holmes: What? No... No! Type and send it. Quickly. Have you sent it?

John Watson: What's the address?

Sherlock Holmes: 22 Northumberland Street. Hurry up!

John Watson: That's... That's the pink lady's case, that's Jennifer Wilson's case.

Sherlock Holmes: Yes, obviously. Oh, perhaps I should mention -I didn't kill her.

John Watson: I never said you did.

Sherlock Holmes: Why not? Given that text I just had you send and the fact that I have her case it's a perfectly logical assumption.

John Watson: Do people usually assume you're the murderer?

Sherlock Holmes: Now and then, yes.

John Watson: OK... How did you get this?

Sherlock Holmes: By looking.

John Watson: Where?

Sherlock Holmes: The killer must have driven her to Lauriston Gardens. He could only keep her case by accident if it was in the car. Nobody could be seen with this case without drawing attention to themselves - particularly a man, which is statistically more likely. So obviously he'd feel compelled to get rid of it the minute he noticed he still had it. Wouldn't have taken him more than five minutes to realize his mistake. I checked every backstreet wide enough for a car five minutes from Lauriston Gardens, and anywhere you could dispose of a bulky object without being observed. Took me less than an hour to find the right skip.

John Watson: Pink. You got all that because you realized the case would be pink?

Sherlock Holmes: It had to be pink, obviously.

John Watson: Why didn't I think of that?

Sherlock Holmes: Because you're an idiot. No, no, no, don't look like that. Practically everyone is. Now, look. Do you see what's missing?

John Watson: From the case? How could I?

Sherlock Holmes: Her phone. Where's her mobile phone? There was no phone on the body, there's no phone in the case. We know she had one. That's her number there, you just texted it.

John Watson: Maybe she left it at home.

Sherlock Holmes: She has a string of lovers and she's careful about it. She never leaves her phone at home.

John Watson: Er... Why did I just send that text?

Sherlock Holmes: Well, the question is where is her phone NOW?

John Watson: She could have lost it.

Sherlock Holmes: Yes, or?

John Watson: The murderer... You think the murderer has the phone?

Sherlock Holmes: Maybe she... left it when she left her case. Maybe he took it from her for some reason. Either way, the balance of probability is the murderer has her phone.

John Watson: Sorry... what are we doing -did I just text a murderer? What good will that do?

Sherlock Holmes: A few hours after his last victim, and now he receives a text that can only be from her. If somebody had just found that phone they'd ignore a text like that, but the murderer... would panic.

John Watson: Have you talked to the police?

Sherlock Holmes: Four people are dead, there isn't time to talk to the police.

John Watson: So why are you talking to ME?

Sherlock Holmes: Mrs. Hudson took my skull.

John Watson: So I'm basically filling in for your skull?

Sherlock Holmes: Relax, you're doing fine. Well?

John Watson: Well, what?

Sherlock Holmes: Well - you could just sit there and...watch telly.

John Watson: What, you want me to come with you?

Sherlock Holmes: I like company when I go out, and I think better when I talk aloud. The skull just attracts attention, so... Problem?

John Watson: Yeah, Sergeant Donovan.

Sherlock Holmes: What about her?

John Watson: She said... you get off on this. You enjoy it.

Sherlock Holmes: And I said "dangerous", and here you are.

John Watson: Damn it!