I think, upon rewatching TRF a billion months later, my favorite thing about this is that in the montage, every single other person informed of something unpleasant (the security guard/the banker/the man at the prison) spills his coffee as the situation dissolves. But Lestrade? No sir. Not only does he not lose his head because break-ins aren’t his area, but his coffee has a lid. A fucking lid, motherfucker. No unnecessary spillage for this HBIC.
Lestrade, motherfuckers. Keeping it real, keeping it clean.
That is literally the best analysis anyone’s ever done about this scene
I still want the Lestrade Show, with occasional guest appearances by the whackjob fly-by-night consulting detective who makes everybody groan when Lestrade informs them he’s calling the guy in.
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