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MRS HUDSON: My best friend, Margaret – she was my chief bridesmaid.
(Putting his cup and saucer down on the table beside him, Sherlock rolls his eyes.)
MRS HUDSON: We were going to be best friends forever, we always said that; but I hardly saw
her after that.
SHERLOCK (standing up): Aren’t there usually biscuits?
MRS HUDSON: I’ve run out.
SHERLOCK: Have the shops?
(He pointedly walks towards the door.)
MRS HUDSON: She cried the whole day, saying, “Ooh, it’s the end of an era.”
SHERLOCK (gesturing towards the stairs): I’m sure the shop on the corner is open.
MRS HUDSON: She was probably right, really.
(Sherlock closes his eyes and grimaces.)
MRS HUDSON: I remember she left early. I mean, who leaves a wedding early? (She shakes
her head.) So sad.
SHERLOCK: Mmm. Anyway, you’ve got things to do.
MRS HUDSON: No, not really. I’ve got plenty of time to ...
SHERLOCK (sternly): Biscuits.
(She gets out of her chair, tutting.)
MRS HUDSON (walking towards the door): I really am going to have a word with your mother.
SHERLOCK: You can if you like. She understands very little.
(He closes the door on her, then turns around sighing. He turns his head and looks towards
John’s chair for a few long moments, then walks through the kitchen and down the hallway.)
SHERLOCK (taking off his dressing gown): Right, then.
(He walks through his bedroom to his wardrobe, where a morning suit is hanging from the open
door. He looks at it.)
SHERLOCK: Into battle.

A man is doing up the buttons on the jacket of his military dress uniform. Although it would
seem easier to use two hands to do this, he is only using his right hand. A suitcase is on the
nearby bed and laid out beside it is a white webbing belt, a pair of white gloves, a military cap
and a ceremonial sword. The man reaches down and picks up the belt and swings it around the
left-hand side of his waist and then clamps it to his side with his left arm and now we see why
he is only using his right hand. His left hand has been badly burned in the past and is very
scarred. It is clear that he is unable to use this hand. Reaching behind himself he tugs the belt
around his waist, pulls it tight and does it up. He bends down to the cap, picks it up and puts it
on, and we now see that the left side of his face is also severely scarred. He stares ahead of
himself as he straightens his jacket.

Church bells peal and the doors to a church open. John and Mary, newly married, walk out
followed by Sherlock and the chief bridesmaid, whose name is Janine, then two more
bridesmaids and the vicar. A photographer is waiting outside.
PHOTOGRAPHER: Congratulations! Okay, hold it there – I wanna get this shot of the
newlyweds.
(John and Mary stop and the bridesmaids stand behind them. Sherlock steps to Mary’s side.)
PHOTOGRAPHER: Er, just the bride and groom, please.
(Sherlock doesn’t move. John looks round at him.)
JOHN: Sherlock?
SHERLOCK: Oh, sorry.
(He walks out of shot.)
PHOTOGRAPHER: Okay – three, two, one, cheese!
(The bridesmaids throw handfuls of confetti into the air and the photographer starts taking
pictures. The rest of the congregation come out and the photo-taking continues, including one
of John, Sherlock and Greg standing side by side, with a young pageboy – about eight years old
– standing in front of them wearing either John’s or Sherlock’s top hat. Later, the photographer
takes a picture of Sherlock and Janine. Nearby, Molly stands with her fiancé Tom. She is gazing
at Sherlock and if she really believes that she has “moved on,” her expression suggests that
she’s not fooling anyone but herself.
After the photographer has finished with them, Janine looks round at Sherlock.)
JANINE: The famous Mr Holmes! I’m very pleased to meet you. But no sex, okay?
SHERLOCK (startled): Um, sorry?

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)