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JOHN (hanging his cane on the back of his chair): Don’t you wanna keep your eyes on it?
SHERLOCK: I am.
(He nods over John’s shoulder. John turns and sees that a mirror is hanging on the wall behind
him, allowing Sherlock to see the road behind him.)
JOHN: But he’s not just gonna ring the doorbell, though, is he?
SHERLOCK: No, of course not. But he’ll pass by; might even loiter.
JOHN: Half of London’s passing by.
SHERLOCK: I’ll recognise him.
JOHN: You know who he is?
SHERLOCK: I know what he is.
(The manager and/or owner of the restaurant has spotted them and comes over, clearly
pleased to see Sherlock.)
ANGELO (in an Italian accent): Sherlock!
(He leans closer and talks quietly.)
ANGELO: Anything on the menu, whatever you want, free.
(He puts a finger to his lips secretively.)
ANGELO: All on the house, you and your date.
SHERLOCK (to John): Do you want to eat?
JOHN (to Angelo): I’m not his date.
ANGELO (wrapping an arm around Sherlock and hugging both of his shoulders): Ohhh! Ooh,
this man!
(He looks around to make sure nobody can hear before looking at John.)
ANGELO: He got me off a murder charge.
SHERLOCK: This is Angelo. Three years ago I successfully proved to Inspector Lestrade that at
the time of a particularly vicious triple murder, Angelo was in a completely different part of
town, car-jacking.
ANGELO (to John): He cleared my name.
SHERLOCK: I cleared it a bit.
ANGELO (releasing Sherlock and straightening up): Anything on the menu, I cook it for you
myself.
SHERLOCK: Thank you, Angelo.
ANGELO: If not for you, I’d have gone to prison.
SHERLOCK: You did go to prison.
ANGELO (looking a little awkward before recovering): I’ll get you a candle for the table. (He
grins at John.) It’s more romantic, huh?
JOHN (indignantly, as Angelo turns away): I’m not his date!
(Angelo puts two menus down on the table, smiling widely before walking away. Sherlock sets
his menu aside, watching the mirror.)
SHERLOCK: You may as well eat. We might be waiting a long time.
JOHN: Hmm. Are you going to?
SHERLOCK: What day is it?
JOHN: It’s Wednesday.
SHERLOCK: I’m okay for a bit.
JOHN: You haven’t eaten today? For God’s sake, you need to eat.
SHERLOCK: No, you need to eat. I need to think. The brain’s what counts. Everything else is
transport.
(John frowns at him. Angelo comes back with a red candle in a holder and sets it on the table
before lighting it.)
JOHN: You might consider refuelling.
(He looks at the candle in startlement, then sighs in resignation as he looks back at his menu.)
SHERLOCK (absently): Hmm.
JOHN: So – d’you have a girlfriend who feeds you up sometimes?
SHERLOCK: Is that what girlfriends do: feed you up?
JOHN: You don’t have a girlfriend, then?
SHERLOCK (still watching the mirror): It’s not really my area.
JOHN: Mm.
(A moment passes before he realises the possible significance of this statement.)
JOHN: Oh. Right. D’you have a boyfriend?
(Sherlock looks at him sharply.)
JOHN: Which is fine, by the way.
SHERLOCK: I know it’s fine.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)