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MISTER  KINGSLEY

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Some time ago I wrote about the short cases Sherlock investigates at the beginning of TST (Spinning the plates). As it turned out each case seems to be closely connected to Sherlock himself in one way or another. It appears to be the same with characters who have a tattoo. Even as unlikely ones as the torturer in Serbia (TEH) or the unconscious ex-con in CAMs office (HLV)

In TST a man comes to Baker Street and seeks the help of Sherlock Holmes. His wife left him and he assumes she was having an affair. Sherlock doesn't take that case but throwes the man out instead. This case might have been too boring for Sherlock but the man - Mr. Kingsley - is quite interesting. He has an almost faded tattoo on his forearm. Reason enough to take a closer look at this guy. Could he be a Sherlock mirror as well?

More under the cut .....

His name is KINGSLEY

Which  includes the word KING. While Mycroft is compared to the 'queen' in ASIB, Sherlock is more than once connected to the 'king'.

'Am I the current king of England?' asks Sherlock in TSOT.

Elvis is called the 'King' as well and in THOB his face overlays Sherlock's while the first accords of 'Hound Dog' can be heard.

In TLD Elvis is mentioned again as a person who can be recognized by one name alone ... like Sherlock.

Now, you haven’t always been in life insurance, have you?

This is the very first information about Mr. Kingsley. He works in 'life insurance' .... is it too far a stretch connecting 'life insurance' to a form of protection ... of guarding? Sherlock himself (and some of his mirrors) are several times presented as 'guardians'.

You started out in manual labour. Oh, don’t bother being astonished. Your right hand’s almost an entire size bigger than your left. (“10½” over the right hand and “9½” over the other.) Hard manual work does that.

KINGSLEY: I was a carpenter, uh, like me dad.

A carpenter who is the son of a carpenter?. Is this another Christ reference? Wouldn't be the first time Sherlock is associated with Christ in this story.

In the New Testament, Jesus is commonly referred to as "Jesus of Nazareth" (e.g., Mark 10:47). Jesus' neighbors in Nazareth refer to him as "the carpenter, the son of Mary and brother of James and Joses and Judas and Simon" (Mark 6:3), "the carpenter's son" (Matthew 13:55), or "Joseph's son" (Luke 4:22).

And you’re trying to give up smoking, unsuccessfully,

SHERLOCK: Not just e-cigarettes – ten individual e-cigarettes. Now, if you just wanted to smoke indoors, you would have invested in one of those irritating electronic pipe things, but you’re convinced you can give up, so you don’t want to buy a pipe because that means you’re not serious about quitting, so instead you buy individual cigarettes, always sure that each will be your last.

This speaks for itself, I think. :))))

You once had a Japanese girlfriend that meant a lot to you

But now you feel indifferent about. You’ve got a Japanese tattoo in the crook of your elbow in the name ‘Akako.’ It’s obvious you’ve tried to have it removed. KINGSLEY: But surely that means I wanna forget her, not that I’m indifferent. SHERLOCK: If she’d really hurt your feelings, you would have had the word obliterated, but the first attempt wasn’t successful and you haven’t tried again, so it seems you can live with the slightly blurred memory of Akako, hence the indifference.

This topic - the 'broken off realationships' of various kinds (parents, friends, lovers) - runs throughout the whole story. Stillborn children, orphans, lost siblings, children, friends, a dog  and romances ending before they even had a chance to properly begin.

And of course the connection to Japan is another reference to the East, the Eastwind, Eurus and memory.

KINGSLEY: Sorry. I-I thought you’d done something clever. No, no. Ah, but now you’ve explained it, it’s dead simple, innit?

The whole deduction scene up unto this point is taken - with little changes - from ACDs Story  'The Red-Headed League'. In the original the client's name is Mr. Jabez Wilson. He is a former ship's carapenter who had once travelled to China. Holmes deduces this by a very distinctive fish tattoo on his arm and a coin on the watch chain. Mr. Wilson comes to Baker Street because the company he worked for suddenly 'vanished' without a trace. Turns out the whole organisation was a fake from the start. It's existance had been only created to lure Mr. Wilson away from his house for several hours per day to dig a secret tunnel to a nearby bank ... and the considerable fortune of French gold in its vaults.

The meaning of names

An interesting thing to notice is, that the name chosen for the lady in pink in ASIP is ... Jennifer Wilson. The name Wilson is also related to 'William', which is Sherlock's first name in this story.

William comes ultimately from the given name Wilhelm (cf. Old German Wilhelm and Old Norse Vilhjálmr). That is a compound of two distinct elements :

wil = "will or desire";

helm = Old English helm "helmet, protection"

Protector of desires - what a fitting name for Sherlock in this special adaptation!

Original Sherlock Holmes reacts to Mr. Wilson's rather simplifying interpretation, regarding the explanation of the deductions, quite different.

“I begin to think, Watson,” said Holmes, “that I make a mistake in explaining. ‘Omne ignotum pro magnifico,’ you know, and my poor little reputation, such as it is, will suffer shipwreck if I am so candid."

Omne ignotum pro magnifico .... 'every unknown thing is taken for great'

Or 'everything becomes commonplace by explanation' that's how Dr.Watson translates this statement in the lovely Granada adaptation of the 'Red-Headed League' with Jeremy Brett and David Burke (here).

Back to Sherlock and Mr. Kingsley

Highly indignant and offended by Mr. Kingsley's dismissive reaction to his explanations, Sherlock launches from nil to a hundred into a real torrent of deductions about poor Mr. Kingsley, who listens dumbfounded.

I’ve withheld this information from you until now ...

... but I think it’s time you knew the truth. Have you ever wondered if your wife was a little bit out of your league? You thought she was having an affair. I’m afraid it’s far worse than that. Your wife is a spy. Her real name is Greta Bengtsdotter. Swedish by birth and probably the most dangerous spy in the world.

WATSON: You’re working for Mycroft? MRS WATSON: He likes to keep an eye on his mad sibling. HOLMES: And he had a spy to hand.  Has it never occurred to you that your wife is excessively skilled for a nurse?

A 'super-agent' with a terrifying skill set? Oh, Mary I hear your tapping.

She’s been operating deep undercover for the past four years now as your wife for one reason only: to get near the American embassy which is across the road from your flat.

And once again the mention of an embasy - an ambassador. First Rufus Bruhl the US ambassador and his children Max and Claudette. Then the ambassador in Tiblisi who knew the truth about AMO. Three ambassadors in one story? A bit much for just coincidence, I think.

Tomorrow the US president will be at the embassy as part of an official state visit. As the president greets members of staff, Greta Bengtsdotter, disguised as a twenty-two stone cleaner, will inject the president in the back of the neck with a dangerous new drug hidden inside a secret compartment inside her padded armpit.

Like poor John in TEH? Before he got dumped under the bonfire woodpile? Is John the president?

This drug will then render the president entirely susceptible to the will of their new master, none other than James Moriarty.

Ahhhh .... another dangerous drug.  H.O.U.N.D. is for creating fear. TD12 is to create the bliss of ignorance. And now something to gain full domination over someone else. Fear - loss of memory - loss of power .... how frightening.

Moriarty will then use the president as a pawn to destabilise the United Nations General Assembly which is due to vote on a nuclear non-proliferation treaty, tipping the balance in favour of a first strike policy against Russia. This chain of events will then prove unstoppable, thus precipitating ... World War Three.

This sounds a lot like  '... Nuclear codes – I could blow up NATO in alphabetical order. In a world of locked rooms, the man with the key is king; and honey, you should see me in a crown.'    Jim Moriarty ... ruler of the whole world!

JOHN: Are you serious?  SHERLOCK: No, of course not.

'... his wife left him because his breath stinks and he likes to wear her lingerie.'

KINGSLEY: I don’t! Just the bras.

Really? Cross dressing like unle Rudi? Like Mycroft as Lady Bracknell? Oh, what a coincidence!  Sometimes the universe seems to be rather lazy.   :)))))

'his breath stinks' ... the simplest translation would be 'not liking what comes out of someones mouth'  and I guess there are a lot of people who are convinced this applies perfectly to some of Sherlock's deductions.

SEBASTIAN: He could look at you and tell you your whole life story. Put the wind up everybody. We hated him.

Assuming Mr. Kingsley is indeed a mirror for Sherlock - created in his own mind - how heartbreakingly sad is this last deduction! Sherlock imagining a life partner who leaves him because of what comes out of his mouth ... and because of what he likes.

JOHN: So. What’s this all about, then? SHERLOCK: Having fun. ..... While I can.

In a nutshell ... Sherlock is annoyed and wants to have fun while he still can and because of that he invents an impromptu story - far-fetched and dramatically charged - about a most dangerous 'super agent' employed by a criminal mastermind to gain world domination.  Sounds familiar ....

Are these kind of stories the ones Sherlock loves most?

Stories about undercover agents, secret spies, super agents ... like Mr. 'double-0-seven' James Bond? Then he would propably get along very well with another character in this story. A little boy ... with a mop of unruly, curly, dark hair. For he seems to have quite similar interests as Sherlock .... and he is a clever boy as well .... Max Bruhl.

SHERLOCK: What would he do in the precious few seconds before they came into the room? How would he use them if not to cry out? This little boy; this particular little boy ... who reads all of those spy books. What would he do? JOHN: He’d leave a sign?

The ambassadors son .... Max Bruhl .... abducted and poisoned and left to die together with his sister Claudette.

This reminds me very much of Sherlock - who gets abducted and drugged as well ..... or poisoned?

September, 2017

I leave you too your own deductions  Thanks @callie-ariane for the scripts.

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Last good night message

You made me love in the most inexplicable and sporadic way. I love you and I hate you both at the same time. There's no thin line between those. l did not expect you to this to me. I thought your love can go beyond the waters and winds of my storm. I thought I will never experience waking up and feeling my body, mind, and soul all paralyzed. It was a whole year of ups and downs. It was just a year, but, i swear, it wrecked all my senses and all my consciousness down. Do not get me wrong; I do not disregard all the times you made it to the eye of my storm. I do not forget the times you endured my rage because of my self-issues. Should I blame the timing then? That we met at the time when the skies and the stars and the moon do not align for us? Should I blame you then? For the times you told me you love me constantly when I was feeling it all differently? When I was seeing every love and interest from you deteriorate before my eyes? When I am seeing you getting all interested with another girl while staying committed to me? Love, your inconsistency killed the insides of me. And, love, my love for you stayed the same.

But you told me you love me and I feel otherwise. You told me you are as interested to me as before even if I feel otherwise. That’s the worst thing you did to me, love. You made me believe all the words from your mouth, and you do otherwise. You made my hopes all hyped then drag it down in front of my face. What’s worse than that is after all those dragging down and all those faking and lying, at the end of the day, I still find my self loving you in every way.

For some reasons, you stopped sending me long good night messages. Your eyes stopped dazzling as you look at me. You stopped writing me letters through your typewriter. You stopped mentioning and telling to all the worlds through you social networking accounts how I made you feel surreal when we see each other or even on the simplest things I do. You stopped looking at my pictures and wondering how you get me to love someone like you. There was also a time when you stopped talking to me. There were no stories to share. You stopped kissing me with trembling hands and a fast-beating heart.You stopped getting all too excited to see me. You stopped picking me up at PNU. You stopped telling me how much you love me so much while I sleep on your lap at Luneta. I stopped hearing the sincerity and the bliss from your i love yous. You started getting interested with another girl. And no matter how much I say that it hurts me to death to see you converse with her to the point where I had episodes of depression,you still continue it anyway. That is why I cannot remind you of the things you are doing to me before so that you can do it again to me because those are the things you did unknowingly and naturally when you still love me wholly and genuinely. There were a lot of things you stopped doing, and you didn’t stop all at once. You stoped doing those things one by one, which killed every piece and hope in me one by one, too.

I’m tired of getting all mad at you. I’m tired of the doubts and uncertainties you give me which kept me up all night. Im tired of cursing you and telling you how you are the worst person I met when it doesn’t change a thing-you’re still that guy who stopped loving me hard enough.. who stopped loving me deep enough. Nothing will change. There is not a thing I could do to change you and your ways. There is no dress I could wear to lure you and get you so madly in love with me again. There is no makeup I could wear that can make you look at me the same way you did during our first months of dating. I realized, this is not something I can control. It’s your job. And your actions are telling me all the truth: you have fallen out of love.

Should I blame you? Should I blame myself? What does blaming even do to make this better? Nothing. That’s why i want to apologize to you. For all the money you spent on me to pick me up at school, to eat with me, to drop me off the condo or the school. For all the sleepless nights you have when you still loved me the most. For all the hurtful words which kept you up all night and lowered your self-esteem. For all the times you have to accompany me to coffee shops just so I could finish my requirements. For all the times you spent your whole night trying to explain and clarify things just so you can win me back. For all the times you helped me revise the papers I needed to pass. For all the times you got jealous and uncomfortable with the guys I talked to. I swear, I never liked and loved anybody else during our relationship. It was always you. I’m sincerely sorry.

And, love, I will be lying if I tell you that I don't want this relationship anymore because the truth is that I will always long for this relationship. Yes, we do have a lot of disagreements and quarrels, but, surely, I will never forget the surreal moments we had. I will always want you like I always do. I wil always love you like I always do. But, you are destroying everything in me-my hopes, strength, courage, will, myself, dreams. And, yes, we have to stop now. There’s no turning back and we’re also never going to get back to each other again. You see, you have inflicted so much pain in me that I cannot help but carry it unwantedly and constantly on my sleeves everyday because it’s just so much for me to carry inside my heart.

Let me leave you. Let me leave you. And for the last time, let me love you until my heart ran out of love to give to you the way your heart did.