Transcripts from the wiretap of the phone of Moriarty, J.

"What's the weather like today, Jimmy?"

"You already know, I'm sure."

"I still like to hear it from you."

"Dismal. The sky is black, the roads are wet. The wind is freezing. No one's out."

"Oh, someone's a downer today. I know it's sunny there."

"It's not. I want to see you."

"Don't."

"I know."

"Don't you dare, Moriarty. I don't want you here."

"I know, Oswin. I won't."

"You promised."

"I know what you are! Seeing you again won't change anything, dear."

"You don't need to see me, not like this. Once was bad enough, don't you think?"

"But I want—God, you're a brat. You're a vain brat."

"You still take my calls every night."

"Heaven knows why."

"Jim, don't come see me."

"Alright."

"But we'll still talk?"

"Of course we will, love. Who else would do what you do for me?"

"I'm guessing many people. You are the criminal mastermind."

"Oh, yes, but no one else is nearly as competent."

"Competency. Is that what you love me for?"

"I don't love you."

"I don't love you either."

"Good."

"Good."