Police: This way, Mr. Holmes.
Watson: Blackwood certainly seems to have got the crowd into something of a fear frenzy.
Holmes: Which I'm certain will disperse once his feet have stopped twitching. Care to come along?
Watson: No, old cock. I've no business with him whilst he's alive.
Holmes: Suit yourself, mother hen. It seems you have lots of rooms to let.
Police: We had to move the prisoners, sir. Otherwise we were gonna have a riot. He has a peculiar effect on the inmates. As though he can get inside their heads.
Holmes: I can find my own way if you have other duties to perform.
Police: Much obliged, sir. Thank you, sir.
Blackwood: If any man have an ear, let him hear. I stood upon the sand of the sea and saw a beast rise up having seven heads and 10 horns. Upon his heads were the name of blasphemy. They worshiped the dragon, which gave power. They worshiped, saying, "Who is like unto the beast?" The beast which I saw was like a leopard. His feet were of a bear, his mouth was of a lion and the dragon gave him his power and his seat and great authority.
Holmes: I love what you've done with the place.
Blackwood: So glad you could accept my invitation.
Holmes: I just have a small point of concern.
Blackwood: How can I help?
Holmes: I'd followed the murders with interest. While my heart went out to the families of the victims. I couldn't but notice a criminal mastery in the stroke of your brush.
Blackwood: You're too kind.
Holmes: However, by comparison your work in the crypt was more akin to a finger painting.
Blackwood: So now you're curious as to whether there's a larger game afoot.
Holmes: Either that or, um...shortly my friend will pronounce you dead and I thought I might keep him company.
Blackwood: Your mistake is to imagine that anything earthly's led to this moment. Your error of judgment is to assume that I'm holding the brush at all. I'm merely the channel.
Holmes: My only wish is that I caught you sooner. You see, five lives might have been spared.
Blackwood: Mm. Those lives were a necessity. Sacrifice. Five meaningless creatures called to serve a greater purpose.
Holmes: I wonder if they'd let Watson and me dissect your brain. After you're hanged, of course. I'd wager there's some deformity that'd be scientifically significant. Then you, too, could serve a greater purpose.
Blackwood: Mr. Holmes, you must widen your gaze. I'm concerned you underestimate the gravity of coming events. You and I are bound together on a journey that will twist the very fabric of nature. But beneath your mask of logic, I sense a fragility. That worries me. Steel your mind, Holmes. I need you.
Holmes: I see you've come a long way down from the House of Lords.
Blackwood: And I will rise again.
Holmes: Bon voyage.
Blackwood: Pay attention. Three more will die, and there is nothing you can do to save them. You must accept that this is beyond your control or, by the time you realize you made all of this possible it'll be the last sane thought in your head.
Police: What did he want?
Holmes: Not sure. But I don't think you're needed, Father. Not for this one.