... She? (Proctor aims his gun for the kill, but is suddenly shot five times from behind; as he falls dead, Irene comes through the door with her gun raised)
IAIrene Adler/ Jamie Moriarty
(now speaking with an English accent)...Bet you wish you'd run away with me when you had the chance.
And you brought him here to help you make sense of the equations you found in the victim's house. I get that. What I don't get, is why he isn't wearing a shirt.
Every great thinker has a process, Watson. In Harlan's case, he doesn't like there to be anything between him and the numbers. Now I know you can feel quite Victorian about such things, so I gave him a little bell to ring in case he feels the need to disrobe completely. Having said that, I can't guarantee he won't sit on the furniture.
I know all about poisons, Watson, I've become an expert on them. But over the past few years, I've come to understand that there is nothing on this planet so toxic as guilt.