After a rewatch, some new headscratchers:
- Sherlock and AJ fly through the solid glass into the pool during their fight. Next day Sherlock is seen sporting the shiner, by not a single scratch from the glass?
- the MT busts were manufactured in Georgia for the people collecting cold-era relics, yet they all ended within a relatively small distance from each other in London? And no new ones were ever produced?
- when AJ is seen running through the busts manufacture, we see other busts exploding around him, smashed by the shots from some weapon - yet AJ chooses MT bust as a safe place for an AGRA stick?
- Mary supposedly chooses the places of her travel through the roll of the dice. That means, she willingly enters the country like Iran which is suspicious about Western espionage and which has heightened anti-espionage security, visa duty and several other issues that could lead to Mary´s fake identity being unmasked... isn´t it a bit silly of her?
- also, what if the dice told her to go into Chernobyl or into the middle of Atlantic Ocean?
- and although she supposedly enters absolutely random countries, the false pass is readily waiting at her in one of them, the friendly Morrocan boy she knows waits on her in the other?
- Mary is fond on her ability to speak in oxymorons, isn´t she? When speaking about AGRA, she at first announces they completely trusted each other, then unveils the fact they were only stopped from turning on each other through the existence of AGRA sticks (the sign of complete mistrust). She writes to John "I´m not running away" while technically running away. She hears Sherlock´s warning that AJ slit the throat of the bust owner, but claims that it´s only important to her to find him (meaning "what is one slit throat of a stranger between friends"...)
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I cannot live without brainwork. What else is there to live for? Stand at the window there. Was there ever such a dreary, dismal, unprofitable world? See how the yellow fog swirls down the street and drifts across the dun-coloured houses. What could be more hopelessly prosaic and material? What is the use of having powers, Doctor, when one has no field upon which to exert them?