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JOHN: Do you want to ...?
SHERLOCK (sitting down): No.
(He looks into his microscope again.)
JOHN: Hmm.
(He looks at his friend for a long while, considering his options. Eventually he steps forward
again.)
JOHN: Listen, actually ...
SHERLOCK: Oh, but I will have the camera phone, though.
(He holds out his hand towards John, not lifting his gaze from his work.)
JOHN: There’s nothing on it any more. It’s been stripped.
SHERLOCK: I know, but I ...
(He pauses for a long moment before continuing.)
SHERLOCK: ... I’ll still have it.
JOHN: I’ve gotta give this back to Mycroft. You can’t keep it.
(Sherlock keeps his hand extended and his eyes fixed on the microscope.)
JOHN: Sherlock, I have to give this to Mycroft. It’s the government’s now. I couldn’t even give
...
SHERLOCK: Please.
(He extends his hand a little further. John looks at him, clearly wondering what to do, then
finally he reaches into the wallet, takes out the phone and lays it gently into Sherlock’s hand.
Sherlock closes his fingers around it, draws his hand back and puts the phone into his trouser
pocket before returning his hand to the microscope.)
SHERLOCK: Thank you.
JOHN (raising the wallet): Well, I’d better take this back.
SHERLOCK: Yes.
(John turns and walks out onto the landing, then pauses as if wondering whether to ask the
question that has now come into his mind. After several seconds he turns round and comes
back into the kitchen. Sherlock still doesn’t lift his eyes from his microscope.)
JOHN: Did she ever text you again, after ... all that?
SHERLOCK: Once, a few months ago.
JOHN: What did she say?
SHERLOCK: “Goodbye, Mr Holmes.”
(John looks at him thoughtfully.)
JOHN (softly): Huh.
(He paces around in front of the kitchen door for a few seconds, wondering if there’s anything
more he can say, then eventually turns and heads off down the stairs. As soon as he’s out of
sight Sherlock raises his head and gazes across the room for a moment, then he reaches down
to his own phone which is on the table and picks it up, calling up his saved messages. Getting
up and walking into the living room, he scrolls through the messages sent by “The Woman,” all
of which he has kept. They go on for a long time:

I’m not hungry, let’s have dinner.
Bored in a hotel. Join me. Let’s have dinner.
John’s blog is HILARIOUS. I think he likes you more than I do. Let’s have dinner.
I can see tower bridge and the moon from my room. Work out where I am and join
me.
I saw you in the street today. You didn’t see me.
You do know that hat actually suits you, don’t you?
Oh for God’s sake. Let’s have dinner.
I like your funny hat.
I’m in Egypt talking to an idiot. Get on a plane, let’s have dinner.
You looked sexy on Crimewatch.
Even you have got to eat. Let’s have dinner.
BBC1 right now. You’ll laugh.
I’m thinking of sending you a Christmas present.
Mantelpiece.
I’m not dead. Let’s have dinner.

Then comes the one reply he sent to her:

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)