The violin scene at the end of The Final Problem is truly one of the most impactful moments (if not the most) in all of BBC Sherlock. I honestly am still speechless that Moftiss wrote something so profound. Eurus was beyond communication with the outside world after the events of this episode, back to the untouchable genius in her glass cage. But Sherlock. Sherlock, this incredible and kind man, who had lost so much to this woman, understood her and still reached out to help. He wasn’t encouraging her to play her own song, he was initiating a duet–so she wasn’t alone, even in her music. It was a conversation, it was understanding, it was connection. This man went beyond words, where others had failed and stopped trying, and showed her that she wasn’t alone. Sherlock has become- or perhaps he always was- one of the best men I’ve ever seen.
I’m a wee bit embarrassed,as the leader guy said “no selfies”, which doesn’t mean “no subtle pics ” to me, but he clarified that to no pics for the second half, so I’ve just got these.
Una was lovely, just a ray of sunshine, and said that Rupert was the naughtiest on set, and would nudge her (she mimed falling over) and tell rude jokes.
Jonathan I asked if he thought Anderson had a mental breakdown over Sherlock’s death/return, and he said yes absolutely, and then implied -implied only- maybe some repressed uh…feelings for Sherlock. Said “strong feelings, right from the start, not just the competitive aspect, but VERY STRONG FEELINGS” and “well we don’t know what was going on there….” He also said that he imagined Anderson now as trying to get his job back, with not much luck.
Wanda Ventam was lively and sharp as a tack, said that Ben was moving in October and described their babies (laughingly said the 4 month old boy has “alien eyes” like Ben). Briefly described Ben’s daily workouts of an hour, and what Dr. Srange producers required. Her hubby was sweet but very quiet, and said that Steven had the idea for them to be in Sherlock but ran it by Ben first.
Mark said that he always assumed they’d do more seasons, and anything else was “click bait” that he never said. I asked him - nicely!- if he thought using things like the Garridebs as throw-away references in the last episode took them if the table for future use, and he said no, and that “the big emotional moment, it’s there” or something like that (he rambles a bit), so I’m not sure if he meant the hug, or something in the future.
Major Sholto was funny and loved being there, saying repeatedly that they were a big family, as it’s the same crew,writers etc on many shows, and so he was invited in to be family, and now the convention was like a reunion 11 thousand miles from home.
Sue was smart and warm, and described trying to get another season going as “well I leave it a while, then I start calling them and saying sooo when are you free?” Also said stuff she’s said before, I’ll skip it.
Mark also said about the skull pic that the original artist was charging them a fortune so they just had Arwel make them one. Arwel pointed out that their budget was actually quite limited, and that 4.3 the “Bond lair” was his vision, and had to be done inexpensively. Sue also made some brief mention of having a small budget, so this is obv. a big thing.
Andrew Scott seemed a bit shy, like he was pushing himself past it, or maybe rather private? Great Irish(?) accent. I asked if he was thrilled to be asked back for 4.3 and he replied oh god yeah, especially with that entrance. Interestingly, he said the pool scene was never meant to be shot, it was written off-the-cuff as audition stuff, but then they liked it so much they wrote it in. Moriarity’s original line was “ that’s what people do, they grow old an die and blah blah etc” but he (Andrew) shortened it with that amazing delivery and that’s how it stayed.
Ok, must sleep now but if I remember more tomorrow I’ll post it!
Okay… this literally isn’t good for my mental health to be exposed to. So; if you are against all this hate going around and you are into sharing the love and positivity within the Sherlock and Cumberbatch fandoms; please reblog this so I can follow you.
And. If you’re one of the people in the other group, do you mind blocking me?
I deal daily with tough mental health issues (among other things severe PTSD) and every day is a struggle. It’s literally a struggle for me to stay alive. And all this hate, all this negativity, all this yelling and all this fighting within this; my place of refuge… my ray of sunshine… it’s literally killing me.
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The melody he played this time was sweet and soft.
She started to play with him three minutes later, it was a long time compared with his other visits to join him, she looked sad.
His last visit was a month ago, he used to visit her every week but life went between him and his weekly routine specially with the new event he was planning himself.
He closed his eyes in ecstasy after a while, began to get lost in the tune, he played it before hundred times, but this time it wasn’t just playing, he lived it too with every move from his hand, he didn’t even notice his violin was the only voice heard in the room for fifteen seconds.
“I want to see her”
He stopped suddenly after hearing his sister’s voice, his eyes perfectly reflected his horror watching her with her stradivarius still in hands, she smiled.
“Congratulations by the way, will you invite me to the wedding?” she said sweetly.
His jaw clenched in unease, he took off his ring before he entered, stupid, he should’ve known better.
“It’s only fair, it wasn’t going to happen without my help” she grinned.
He put his violin in its case, ready to leave.
“When I’m going to meet her?” She asked sweetly.
“Not under my watch” he declared giving her his back before leaving.
“I said NO” Molly heard her fiancé’s barking from down stairs, she got used to it, she thought it was another client he refused to take his case.
“You have my word Molly won’t be in any kind of harm” she stopped when she heard her name said by Mycroft.
“Why would I even take this risk” Sherlock voice was shaking.
“You know exactly why Sherlock” Mycroft was talking calmly, like he was trying to soothe a wild animal.
“And I told you I DON’T CARE, SHE WON’T MEET HER” he barked again.
She couldn’t stay out anymore, she took a deep breath and headed to the flat.
“Why can’t I see my sister in-law?” She said cheerfully surprising Sherlock and Mycroft with her presence.
“Hello Dr. Hooper it’s really good to see you” Mycroft said, he sounded really sincere, he even let out a sigh of relief.
Sherlock was the ultimate opposite of his brother’s state.
He clenched his fists.
“Don’t” he begged her.
“What? It’s going to happen eventually” she said lightly.
“Molly, you don’t know what she’s capable of, she’s dangerous” he tried to talk to her logic, make her see the error in this proposal.
“Well, what is family if not a bunch of complications” she grinned.
“For god’s sake this is not time for jokes” he shouted, his lips were trembling.
“Who said I’m joking?” She was still smiling, it only raised his anger.
“When exactly can I meet her?” She turned to Mycroft.
“Dr. Hooper I can understand if you didn’t want to…"
“What is the consequences?“
He swallowed hard.
“When we don’t give her the present she asks for after every case she solves she refuses to reciprocate” he stated.
“And when she doesn’t..” she asked.
He looked to his brother who was begging him with his eyes.
“A disaster, we need her help in a national matter of safety but she refuses to help till she receives her gift from the last case”
“Three minutes with you” he clarified.
She could hear Sherlock’s harsh breaths.
“Well I guess the answer to my first question is sooner better than latter"
Sherlock grabbed her hand with force begging her.
"Molly don’t play brave here, she slaves people with her words, she changes them in ways you can’t even…”
“I already took care of that Sherlock” Mycroft interrupted him.
“As I told you I will never put her in any harm” he said sincerely looking to them.
Molly entered the room with hesitating steps and studied the woman behind the mirror, Sherlock was already there waiting for her he never get his eyes away from Eurus.
“They said you can hear me but I can’t” Eurus didn’t move from her seat.
There was an awkward silence she didn’t know what to say to the woman who faked threatening her life in such a way to hurt him, the result was unexpectedly beautiful but still.
Molly eyed the little box in her hands nervously and began to find her voice again.
“Uhm I got you a little present” she said with sweet smile.
She put it in the container, Eurus didn’t get up till she stood away.
“Sherlock showed me your pictures when you were young, I noticed you had a lot of hair pins in different shapes and colors so I guessed…” she babbled while Eurus opened the box and stopped to caught her reaction.
Eurus frowned in surprise, she tilted her head to the side raising an eyebrow eyeing the box contains of colorful hair pins.
“Yes childish I know maybe not the best present for an adult, I just thought..” Eurus took two golden pins from the box and went to the mirror in hurry and put them on.
Molly didn’t say a word the whole time, she was surprised specially when Eurus smiled to herself looking to the mirror and went back to face her.
“Well I see you like it” they both grinned.
“Three minutes” Sherlock announced taking her hand to leave the room.
“I can see why you like her” He stopped dead in his track.
He moved fast to the button that opens the door when he recovered pulling Molly with him.
“Would you tell him to play it for me Molly” she said sweetly.
“Eurus stop” the door wasn’t getting opened.
“Oh you didn’t even play it for her, did you?” She grinned.
Red alarms began to light up and sirens began to be heard.
“I see, a wedding gift from the groom, so romantic"
He heard voices from outside trying to make the door opened.
"Maybe I’ll listen to it in the reception” she whispered but he heard her clearly.
“Take good care of him Molly darling”
The door finally got opened he didn’t wait for a second and ran with Molly’s hand between his for dear life.
The melody he played was disturbing.
His weekly visits were having the same kind of pieces.
Beautiful, but disturbing in the same time.
Nothing bad had happened as he predicted.
After they discovered the employee who helped Eurus, everything went back to normal.
He played his heart at the wedding as he planned, to tell the world who he belongs to, to show Molly and make her hear how much he loved her.
His hands and heart were with the music but his eyes were scanning the place searching for her, she wasn’t in sight.
He expected any change in Molly’s behavior or any change at all but nothing happened.
“You’ve never missed a week since then” she pulled him out of his thoughts.
He looked to her with a frown, he didn’t understand.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“I was answering the question that was running in your head for the past month”
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Don’t you wish there was a show like Sherlock but without the blatant glaring racism? With poc represented in real and respectful ways?
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Sherlock with strong beautiful woc?
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Apologies to my Doctor-Who followers for this ongoing Sherlock intermezzo, but I just need to vent a little longer: I. Loved. Series. Four!!!
In particular, I loved The Final Problem. I loved Sherlock calling John family, I loved the smashing of the casket, the touching of non-existent glass, the air plane metaphor, Mycroft outside his comfort zone, etcetera etcetera etcetera. I loved the whole bloody thing.
But my favourite, favourite moment was the one when Eurus asks Sherlock to “play you”. And he plays the theme of The Woman.
Because it is the bravest thing Sherlock has ever done. And it makes this moment incredibly powerful.
a final goodbye
we abandon the world for you,
I lack the capacity to describe
of heavy feet on concrete
a world draining of colour
a grey sky for dread
the green drips off the trees,
red lipstick melts
like blood on ceramics.
it all tastes metallic
where are we?
our grasp on time has perished
a second too late is just too late-
when it’s between life and death.
running through scenarios
each one heart-breaking.
But we step back from the door
in fear of what’s behind it
we are asphyxiated
my throat tightens
whilst I tell you
how much I need you.