[A consulting criminal? What a dastardly notion to consider, but it was a bit too colourful for his liking. The world needed less criminals, not more.]
Was that all? He was a businessman and had no other personal motivations for what he was doing? I'm apologize if I find that a bit too flat. People are complex. They are layers of motivations, some even conflicting each other.
Who did he try to burn and fail?
I'm sensing sarcasm, which means you don't honestly believe any of that statement. I don't waste time on close-minded men, not even ones that I respect.
I'm not a detective. I'm a doctor and an assistant to a consulting detective. He was also dead the last time I saw him. Makes for a fairly one-sided conversation.
You keep saying that. All I did was ask you to look into something for me. Do you know something I don't, Mr. Pierce?
And you clearly see no concern at seeing the death of him either. Though to be fair, I'm dead, and we're having a conversation. You never know about second chances.
He shot himself in the head with a handgun. We weren't close.
[And if Moriarty were to come here... John's not sure what he'd do. He'd have to deal with him, though. He couldn't let that man get to Sherlock again. Never again.]
If you're trying to imply that I should have saved him, he was on the roof of a six story hospital building. I was in a cab several blocks away. I'm also not a brain surgeon.
[Well, all right, that's more the sort of insult Sherlock would throw at him. It glances off John much more easily than questioning his mental health does.]
You're a spider, Mr. Pierce. I know you haven't been and won't be idle spinning a web for yourself here. Maybe you and the Administrator can find some common ground there.
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Was that all? He was a businessman and had no other personal motivations for what he was doing? I'm apologize if I find that a bit too flat. People are complex. They are layers of motivations, some even conflicting each other.
Who did he try to burn and fail?
I'm sensing sarcasm, which means you don't honestly believe any of that statement. I don't waste time on close-minded men, not even ones that I respect.
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Funny enough, I didn't sit down with him to have a chat about it.
If you can't figure that out, I think I was wrong about you being clever.
You're free to tell me any time, Mr. Pierce. My inbox is always open, of course.
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Perhaps you were wrong.
A kind offer, but your bias against me makes it difficult for me to trust you. After all, I'm already aware of your previous set-ups.
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You keep saying that. All I did was ask you to look into something for me. Do you know something I don't, Mr. Pierce?
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Of course I do.
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[And if Moriarty were to come here... John's not sure what he'd do. He'd have to deal with him, though. He couldn't let that man get to Sherlock again. Never again.]
What's that, then?
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You've given me no reason to tell you. Besides, I'm certain you'll pass everything we discuss here to others.
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As I'm sure you'll pass along what you like, sir.
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With whom? As I'm sure you've already used your current assistant detective skills, I am alone here.
[And it's not a point of boo-hoo either. It's a point of fact.]
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You're a spider, Mr. Pierce. I know you haven't been and won't be idle spinning a web for yourself here. Maybe you and the Administrator can find some common ground there.
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Do you think if I continue to ask her for mastermind advice, she will respond favourably?
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I'll look forward to you asking after my patients. I aim for satisfaction and an easy health care experience.
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Given there is a lack of health care in a place like this, I have no doubt that the standard must always remain low.
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Good morning, sir.