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16 March, 2011
Jim - what the hell is this?
- Seb
Hmmm... I do believe that's Johnny Boy's little blog, Sebby Darling.
- Jim♔
This is why you sent me to Cornwall - So you could play another round of "Bait the Holmes"?!
Jim, please, for the love of God, stop this. You're the Shadow King, remember? "The Man Behind the Curtain" who pulls the strings, not the man in the front lines.
Now tell me where you are so I can pick you up.
- Seb
- Jim♔
Jim, no. Please, don't- you've only just got out of Holmes' custody, please don't do this to me. Not again. Please, Jim. Please just turn around and come home. Please.
- Seb
It needs to happen, Darling.
- Jim♔
NO IT BLOODY DOESN'T, JIM!
Please, can't we just go back to the way it was before Sherlock Bloody Holmes showed up on our radar? Back to when it was just you and me against the world? Please, Jim. Please, just... Please. Don't do this.
- Seb
Sebastian, this is what we've been heading towards for so long. This is the culmination of all of our work.
You know me, Darling, just as I know you.
We'd never be able to stay content with simply running London's Underground - we're meant for so much more.
But we're trapped by the constant opposition of the Holmes brothers - despite everything we've tried, they still manage to come out on top.
So now it looks as though the only way we can rise is if we fall, Tiger.
Or rather... If he falls.
- Jim♔
Jim... If you do this, I...
I can't- I can't stand there and watch you destroy yourself, Jim, I CAN'T.
Please don't do this.
Don't make me do this.
- Seb
I'm sorry, Sebastian.
- Jim♔
Come and play.
Tower Hill.
Jim Moriarty x.
[COMPILER'S NOTE:
The following sections are transcripts of voice mails Jim Moriarty to Sebastian Moran while the former was incarcerated, where he was allowed a single supervised phone call a week. Moran never responded.]
-13 April 2011-
I'd forgotten how loud it is in my head without you there to keep it quiet.
There's a therapist on staff here that's helping me stay in control.
She has me picture myself in a calm place; I imagine I'm sitting by a Brook in your arms.
I miss you.
Please call me?
-20 April 2011-
I miss the sound of your voice
And I miss the rush of your skin
And I miss the still of the silence
As you breathe out and I breathe in
If I could walk on water
If I could tell you what's next
I'd make you believe
I'd make you forget...
-27 April 2011-
Some of the guards were talking about last Saturday's new episode of Doctor Who.
One of the other inmates was put in Solitary because he threatened to kill them if they spoiled it for him.
I wouldn't mind it if you spoiled the entire season, if it meant you'd respond.
-11 May 2011-
(2 DAYS AFTER MORIARTY'S PRIMARY HEARING)
Even though you've refused to respond to a single one of my messages, I had still hoped you'd show up for the primary hearing today.
Tell me; have I truly succeeded in alienating you, after all this time?
-18 May 2011-
I hope you're sleeping well, where ever you are. Every night I look out my cell window and wonder what your stars look like.
I hope I'll be out of here by the 20th of September.
Will you be there?
-25 May 2011-
A woman came to visit me the other day.
She wanted to know about Sherlock Holmes.
I told her I didn't feel comfortable talking to her without my lawyer present.
She said she understood and then gave me her card.
She works for the Sun - the same newspaper you worked at for a while.
I wish you would come visit, or call, or SOMETHING. Anything to let me know you're okay.
-29 June 2011-
After all that we've been through
I will make it up to you
I promise to
And after all that's been said and done
You're just the part of me I can't let go...
-20 July 2011-
Do you remember that story you told me once about the master and his dog?
You never did tell me how it ended.
-10 August 2011-
Our friend from New Mexico called last week.
I asked how he found out about all of this - I wanted to hear him say that that's why you haven't responded to me - that you'd been looking for him.
But we both know that's not true, don't we.
-14 September 2011-
I figured out how that stupid story of yours ends.
The dog runs away.
20 September, 2011 (VERDICT: NOT GUILTY)
I don't need you any more, Moran.
Do you understand me?
I DON'T NEED YOU!
Don't you DARE come crawling back to me when I've made my move and the world is laid bare at my feet.
I hope you realise what you've done, you disgusting little bitch.
You've betrayed me - NO ONE BETRAYS ME, MORAN.
NO ONE!
Start digging, Moran, because when I'm through with the Holmes brothers, I'm coming for you.
- James Moriarty
20 November 2011
Come and Play.
Bart's Hospital Rooftop.
SH
P.S. Got something
of yours you might
want back.
I’m waiting...
JM
[COMPILER'S NOTE: The following is a transcript of a voicemail delivered to Sebastian Moran's mobile from Jim Moriarty]
-20th November 2011-
Sebastian.
My Darling, my Tiger. My roller-coaster ride, my Sweeney Todd, my Companion and partner in crime, for ever and always...
I said some rather terrible things that I very much regret.
I know that there isn't anything I could say to get you back, and I know it's too late for me to try.
But...If something goes wrong today - if my plan fails - I don't want the last thing I said to you to be anything but this:
I love you.
I love you, Sebastian Moran.
Goodbye, Tiger.
[END OF CALL]
