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(He stands and picks up a white box from a nearby stool, then looks down at his former
colleague sympathetically.)
LESTRADE: I’ll put a word in – see if they won’t review your case.
ANDERSON: Just look at the map, though.
(An imaginary dotted line works its way from New Delhi to Hamburg and then on to
Amsterdam, and then Brussels.)
ANDERSON: He’s getting closer.
(He looks up at Greg.)
ANDERSON: It’s like he’s coming back.
(Greg looks thoughtful for a minute, then nods politely to Anderson and leaves the pub.)

JOHN WATSON’S HOME. John walks across the living room of his flat or house and puts the
white box down on top of a filing cabinet. He turns and smiles at Greg.
JOHN: It’s good to see you, Greg.
LESTRADE: And you.
(They shake hands.)
JOHN: Have a seat.
LESTRADE (sitting down in an armchair): So, how’ve you been?
JOHN (sitting down on the sofa): Er, yeah, good. Yeah. Much better.
(Greg nods. John points towards the box.)
JOHN: Er, so what’s in the, er ...?
LESTRADE: Oh, that, yeah. That’s, er, that’s some stuff from my office – some stuff of
Sherlock’s, actually. I probably should have thrown it out, but I didn’t know if ...
(He looks awkwardly at John.)
JOHN: No, fine, yeah.
(He smiles at Greg, who stands up and walks over to the box, smiling.)
LESTRADE: Yeah, there’s-there’s-there’s something here. Um, wasn’t sure whether I should
have kept it in.
(He takes off the lid. Inside the box are a pink iPhone – perhaps the pink phone – together with
a box of nicotine patches, a small sheet of paper with some writing on it, a toy train engine, a
yellow mask of a face and a DVD in a case. He takes out the DVD.)
LESTRADE: You remember the video message he made for your birthday?
(John nods.)
LESTRADE: Oh, I had to practically threaten him.
(John smiles a little.)
LESTRADE: This is the uncut version. It’s quite funny.
(Smiling, he hands the DVD to John.)
JOHN: Oh, right.
(He takes it and looks at it.)
LESTRADE: Maybe I shouldn’t have brought it.
JOHN: Don’t worry. It’s okay. Probably won’t even watch it.
(They smile awkwardly at each other, then John looks down at the DVD again.)

LATER. Greg has gone. John is sitting in the armchair pouring himself a glass of whisky.
Screwing the lid back on, he stands up and puts the bottle away in a nearby cupboard, then sits
down again, picks up the glass and takes a drink. Gazing at the DVD on the table in front of him
for a while, he eventually picks it up, looks thoughtfully across to the TV, then gets up and
walks across the room to put the disc into the player. It loads and he walks back to get his
glass. On the TV screen is the very familiar sight of the sofa in 221B Baker Street, with the
smiley face sprayed on the wall behind it. John sits down on the sofa opposite the TV and takes
another drink.
SHERLOCK’s VOICE: Was that supposed to happen – the light going down? Yeah, okay.
(On the TV screen, Sherlock paces across the living room in front of the sofa.)
SHERLOCK: Oh, er, mmm. So, what do I, what do I, what d’you want me to do at the end?
(He stops and looks at Greg who is presumably behind the camera.)
SHERLOCK: Shall I, um ...? Smile and wink. I do that sometimes. I’ve no idea why. People
seem to like it – humanises me.
(He turns away.)
LESTRADE: Fine. Whatever.
SHERLOCK (turning back around): Why am I doing this, again?
LESTRADE: You’re gonna miss the dinner.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)