Eurus: We spent a night together, it was lovely.
Eurus: I that am lost Oh, who will find me Deep down below the old beech tree? Help succour me now the east winds blow 1 by six, brother and under we go My soul seek the shade of my willow’s bloom
Eurus: Deep down below the old beech tree Help succour me now the east winds blow 16 by six And under we go
Eurus: Oh, look at him. Didn’t it ever occur to you, not even once, that Sherlock’s secret brother might just be Sherlock’s secret sister? Huh? He’s making a funny face. I think I’ll put a hole in it.
Dr. Watson: Who are you? Eurus: Isn’t it obvious? haven’t you guessed? I’m Eurus. Dr. Watson: Eurus. Eurus: Silly name, isn’t it? Greek. Means “the east wind”. My parents loved silly names, like Eurus or Mycroft or Sherlock.
Eurus: You seem so much better, John. Dr. Watson: yeah, I… I am. I think I am. Not all day, not every day, but, you know. Eurus: It is what it is? Dr. Watson: Yeah.
Sherlock Holmes: Taking your own life, Interesting expression. Taking it from who? Once it’s over, it’s not your who’ll miss it. Your own death is something that happens to everybody else. Your life is not your own, Keep your hands off it. Eurus: You’re not what I expected, you… Sherlock Holmes: What? What am I?(…)
Sherlock Holmes: You no longer top up your tan and your roots are showing. Letting yourself go? Eurus: Do you ever look in the mirror and want to see someone else? Sherlock Holmes: No, do you own an American car? Eurus: I’m sorry?
Eurus: That’s understandable. Dr. Watson: Is it? Why? Why is it understandable? Why does everything have to be understandable? Why can’t some things be unacceptable and we just say that? I only mean it’s OK.