Ophelia Lovibond: Kitty Winter

Fidelity

Kitty Winter

Sherlock Holmes: Two years. Two years - not a single word from you. I mean, you couldn't be troubled to send a simple email to let me know you're okay. I don't care if you're a detective or not. All I wanted, all I *ever* wanted was for you to be *happy*. Against all the odds, it happened. You didn't tell me.
Kitty Winter: Two years ago I was on the run. I had just tortured and disfigured a man. If the authorities were looking for me, I didn't want you to have to lie about where I was.
Sherlock Holmes: Do you think it would've been hard for me to lie to protect a friend? I've been asking myself what I could've done differently. If I could've done anything better. Friendship has never come that easily to me. I thought what we had was - was meaningful.
Kitty Winter: It was. It *is*!
Sherlock Holmes: I mean, you made - a person, Kitty. And you didn't tell me.

Kitty Winter: You were right. When I went back to London- which was really hard. I knew I'd come a long way in New York. And then, all of sudden my entire support system was gone. So I did what I thought you would do. I threw myself into the work. I took every case that came my way. I practically haunted Scotland Yard looking for ways I could help people. And then strangest thing happened, I realized that I didn't need it. There were other ways I could help people. All that weight, I used to heft about the place, all that darkness was gone. I felt like myself again. The truth is, Sherlock, that I'd been thinking about giving up detective work a long time before Archie came along. I just didn't know how to tell you. I felt fixed, but I knew that, well that you didn't. Before I knew it, months had passed, and then years. Who know if Anson Gephardt hadn't started killing people, perhaps we would've *never* seen each other again. You deserved much better than that.
Sherlock Holmes: I told you before you left you'd always be my friend.
Kitty Winter: See, that's the thing, isn't it? We're not friends; we never were. We're family.

Kitty Winter: I suppose that it's interesting that an American president had an affair with a Chinese opera singer, but is it startling?
Sherlock Holmes: It might be to the two men's families.

[Kitty Winter invites Sherlock Holmes inside a local church where Joan Watson is waiting with Kitty's infant son Archie and his nanny Margaret]
Kitty Winter: Archie's being christened today. I've never been much of a churchgoer, but I thought this was a good way to make it official, the family thing. You, me and Watson.
Sherlock Holmes: You want us to be godparents.
Kitty Winter: If you're not too busy, yeah. That way, we'd have to stay in touch, wouldn't we? For Archie's sake.
Sherlock Holmes: Would you believe I've-I've never been a godparent before?
Kitty Winter: Don't take this the wrong way, but yeah, I would.
Sherlock Holmes: Is-is there something I'm supposed to do? Recite a prayer or something?
Kitty Winter: Come on. We'll figure it out together.

Dr. Joan Watson: Get down!
Sydney Garber: [contemptuously] What?
Kitty Winter: [kicks him hard in a sensitive area just before bullets fly, saving his life] . . . You're welcome.