J: Hey, Sherlock. You ok?
S: Turn around and walk back the way you came.
J: No, I’m coming in.
S: Just do as I ask!…Please.
S: Stop there.
S: Ok, look up. I’m on the rooftop.
J: Oh God.
S: I, I, I can’t come down so we’ll just have to do it like this.
J: What’s going on?
S: An apology….it’s all true.
S: Everything they said about me. I invented Moriarty.
J: Why are you saying this?
S: I’m a fake.
S: The newspapers were right all along. I want you to tell Lestrade. I want you to tell Mrs. Hudson and Molly. In fact, tell anyone who will listen to you…that I created Moriarty for my own purposes.
J: Ok, Sherlock. Shut up. The first time we met. The first time we met, you knew all about my sister, right?
S: Nobody could be that clever.
J: You could.
S: I researched you. Before we met I discovered everything that I could to impress you. It’s a trick, just a magic trip.
J: No. Alright stop it now!
S: No, stay exactly where you are! Don’t move.
S: Keep your eyes fixed on me. Please, can you do this for me?
J: Do what?
S: This phone call, it’s…it’s my note. That’s what people do, don’t they? Leave a note?
J: Leave a note when?
S: Goodbye John.
J: No. Don’t.