Page 120 - SHERLOCK transcripts

119

(John looks away in disbelief. Unmoved, Sherlock looks back into the microscope but just then
the computer beeps a result.)
SHERLOCK (delighted): Ah!
(He looks across to the screen which is flashing “SEARCH COMPLETE.” At the same moment
Molly Hooper comes in the door.)
MOLLY: Any luck?
SHERLOCK (triumphantly): Oh, yes!
(As Molly comes over to look at the screen, a man in his thirties, wearing slacks and a T-shirt,
comes in the door and then stops apologetically.)
JIM: Oh, sorry. I didn’t ...
MOLLY: Jim! Hi!
(Jim makes as if to leave the room but Molly stops him.)
MOLLY: Come in! Come in!
(Sherlock looks over at her briefly, running his eyes down her body and apparently making an
instant deduction, then looks back into the microscope. Molly makes introductions as Jim closes
the door and walks over to her.)
MOLLY: Jim, this is Sherlock Holmes.
JIM: Ah!
(John turns towards them, and Molly looks at him blankly.)
MOLLY (apologetically): And, uh ... sorry.
JOHN: John Watson. Hi.
JIM: Hi.
(His eyes are locked on Sherlock’s back as he gazes at him admiringly. He speaks in a casual
London accent.)
JIM: So you’re Sherlock Holmes. Molly’s told me all about you. You on one of your cases?
(He walks closer to Sherlock, forcing John to step out of his way.)
MOLLY: Jim works in I.T. upstairs. That’s how we met. Office romance.
(She and Jim giggle. Sherlock glances briefly round at Jim before returning to look into the
’scope.)
SHERLOCK: Gay.
(Molly’s smile fades.)
MOLLY: Sorry, what?
(Sherlock raises his head as he realises what he’s just done.)
SHERLOCK: Nothing. (He smiles round falsely at Jim.) Um, hey.
JIM (smiling admiringly at him): Hey.
(Lowering his hand, he knocks a metal dish off the edge of the table and scrambles to pick it
up.)
JIM (giggling nervously): Sorry! Sorry!
(John turns away, face-palming, while Sherlock looks irritated. Jim puts the dish back on the
table and then scratches his arm as he wanders back towards Molly.)
JIM: Well, I’d better be off. I’ll see you at The Fox, ’bout six-ish?
MOLLY: Yeah!
(He stops beside her, putting a hand on her back, and looks back towards Sherlock.)
JIM: ’Bye.
MOLLY (softly): ’Bye.
JIM (to Sherlock): It was nice to meet you.
(Sherlock doesn’t respond, continuing to look into his microscope while Jim gazes wistfully at
him. John breaks the embarrassing silence.)
JOHN: You too.
(Jim blinks at him, looking awkward, then turns and leaves the room. Molly waits until the door
closes then turns to Sherlock.)
MOLLY: What d’you mean, gay? We’re together.
SHERLOCK (looking across to her): And domestic bliss must suit you, Molly. You’ve put on three
pounds since I last saw you.
MOLLY: Two and a half.
SHERLOCK: Nuh, three.
JOHN: Sherlock ...
MOLLY (angrily): He’s not gay. Why d’you have to spoil ...? He’s not.
SHERLOCK (snorting): With that level of personal grooming?
JOHN: Because he puts a bit of product in his hair? I put product in my hair.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)