Page 11 - SHERLOCK transcripts

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(In a room inside the house, Lestrade is wearing a coverall and is about to put on a pair of latex
gloves. He calls out to Sherlock as he comes into the room.)
LESTRADE: You have two minutes.
SHERLOCK: May need longer.
(Lestrade looks in puzzlement at John as he walks in and takes the coverall that Sherlock hands
to him.)
SHERLOCK: Put this on.
LESTRADE: Who’s this?
SHERLOCK (picking up another coverall): He’s with me.
LESTRADE: Yeah, but who is he?
SHERLOCK: I told you; he’s with me.
(He starts to step into the coverall.)
SHERLOCK: So, where are we?
LESTRADE (putting his gloves on): It’s upstairs.

Shortly afterwards Lestrade leads them up the stairs, illuminating the way with a flashlight.
LESTRADE: Footprint analysis says that the only other person in this room in the last twelve
hours was a man of about five foot seven. It seemed that he and the victim arrived together by
car. All identification’s missing from the body, just like the others. Have no idea who she is or
where she’s from.
(Pushing open a bedroom door, he leads the boys inside. John stops in the doorway at the sight
that greets him. A woman’s body is lying face down on the bare floorboards in the middle of the
room. She is wearing a bright pink overcoat and high-heeled pink shoes. Her left hand is flat on
the floor beside of her head; her right arm is at her side. John’s face fills with pain and
sadness.)
SHERLOCK: Well, she’s from out of town, clearly. Planned to spend a single night in London
before returning home. So far, so obvious.
LESTRADE: Obvious?
SHERLOCK: Yes, obvious. Back of the right leg.
(He points in the direction of the woman’s legs before turning towards John.)
SHERLOCK: Doctor Watson, what do you think?
JOHN: What do I think?
SHERLOCK: You’re the medical man.
LESTRADE: We have a whole team right outside.
SHERLOCK (irritably): They won’t work with me.
LESTRADE: Look, I’m breaking every rule letting you in here.
SHERLOCK (a little aggressively): Yeah ... ’cause you need me.
(Lestrade stares at him for a moment, then lowers his eyes in reluctant despair.)
LESTRADE: Yes, I do, God help me.
SHERLOCK: John.
(He nods towards the body. John turns his gaze towards Lestrade, silently seeking his
permission.)
LESTRADE (a little tetchily): Oh, just do as he says. Help yourself.
(Sherlock and John walk over to the body. Sherlock drops to one knee on the right-hand side of
it and John painfully lowers himself to one knee on the other side, leaning heavily on his cane to
support himself. Putting his cane down, he leans forward on one hand to look more closely at
the body.)
SHERLOCK: Well?
(John straightens up a little.)
JOHN (softly): What am I doing here?
SHERLOCK (softly): Helping me make a point.
JOHN (softly): I’m supposed to be helping you pay the rent.
SHERLOCK (softly): Yeah; this is more fun.
JOHN: Fun? There’s a woman lying dead.
SHERLOCK: No, there are two women and three men lying dead. Keep talking and there’ll be
more. (Louder, so that Lestrade can hear him) Now, cause of death.
(Staring at his new acquaintance for a long moment, John eventually leans forward, puts his
head close to the victim’s and sniffs, then straightens up and looks across to Sherlock.)
JOHN: Asphyxiation, probably. She passed out and choked on her own vomit. I can’t smell any
alcohol on her. Could be a seizure; possibly drugs.
SHERLOCK: It was poison.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)