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DONOVAN: What two, sir?
LESTRADE (looking down the road again): Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson.
(Hero!shot as our boys turn and smile at each other as they continue down the road. After a
while, John takes his hand out of his jacket pocket and reaches down to take Sherlock’s hand.)

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What? He does! You look at the footage. He really does!

A Study in Pink (broadcast version)

In a bedsit somewhere in London, John Watson is having a nightmare. He is reliving his Army
days and his team is under fire somewhere abroad. A colleague cries out his name as the
gunfire continues. Finally he jolts awake, distressed and panic-stricken. He sits up in bed wide-
eyed and breathing heavily until he realises that he is safe and a long way from the war.
Flopping back onto his pillow, he tries to calm his breathing as he continues to be haunted by
his memories. Eventually, unable to stop himself, he begins to weep.

Some time later he has sat up on the side of the bed and switched on the bedside lamp. It’s still
dark outside. John sits quietly, wrapped up in his thoughts, and looks across to the desk on the
other side of the room. A metal walking cane is leaning against the desk. He looks at it
unhappily, then continues to gaze into the distance. He will not be sleeping again tonight.

DAY TIME. The sun has finally risen and John, now wearing a dressing gown over his night
wear, hobbles across the room leaning heavily on his cane. In his other hand he has a mug of
tea and an apple, both of which he puts down onto the desk. The mug bears the arms of the
Royal Army Medical Corps. Sitting down, he opens the drawer in the desk to get his laptop. As
he lifts the computer out of the drawer, we see that he also has a pistol in there. Putting the
laptop onto the desk and opening the lid he looks at the webpage which has automatically
loaded. It reads, “The personal blog of Dr. John H. Watson”. The rest of the page is blank.

Later he is at his psychotherapist’s office and he sits in a chair opposite her.
ELLA: How’s your blog going?
JOHN: Yeah, good. (He clears his throat awkwardly.) Very good.
ELLA: You haven’t written a word, have you?
JOHN (pointing to Ella’s notepad on her lap): You just wrote, “Still has trust issues.”
ELLA: And you read my writing upside down. D’you see what I mean?
(John smiles awkwardly.)
ELLA: John, you’re a soldier, and it’s gonna take you a while to adjust to civilian life; and writing
a blog about everything that happens to you will honestly help you.
(John gazes back at her, his face full of despair.)
JOHN: Nothing happens to me.

Opening credits.

OCTOBER 12TH. A well-dressed middle-aged business man walks across the concourse of a
busy London railway station talking into his mobile phone.
SIR JEFFREY: What d’you mean, there’s no ruddy car?
(His secretary is at his office talking into her phone as she walks across the room.)
HELEN: He went to Waterloo. I’m sorry. Get a cab.
SIR JEFFREY: I never get cabs.
(Helen looks around furtively to make sure that nobody is within earshot, then speaks quietly
into the phone.)
HELEN: I love you.
SIR JEFFREY (suggestively): When?
HELEN (giggling): Get a cab!
(Smiling as he hangs up, Sir Jeffrey looks around for the cab rank.)

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)