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(He glances over his shoulder to where Sherlock is standing with his back to him.)
JOHN: Quick, one more. He mustn’t see.
(He drinks the shot in one gulp, humming appreciatively, then takes the second shot which the
barman has brought him.)
JOHN: Ta.
(The two cylinders are on the bar in front of him, full of beer, and he pours the whiskey into the
left one. He takes both of them across towards Sherlock but then stops and looks at them,
apparently unable to remember which one has the shot in it. Sniffing the left one and
presumably thinking that that one contains only beer, he puts it onto the table.)
JOHN: There you go.
(Sherlock turns and picks it up.)
JOHN: Cheers.
SHERLOCK: Thank you.
(They drink.)

NEXT PUB. Sherlock is plastered. In the smoking area outside the pub, he is loudly and
drunkenly gesticulating and sounding off to a male customer over the very loud music.
SHERLOCK: I know ash!
(John is sitting at a nearby table, looking fairly legless himself. He covers his face with his
hand.)
SHERLOCK: Don’t – Tell – Me – I – Don’t!
(On each word he pokes the man in the upper chest with one finger, and on the last word he
puts his hand on the man’s shoulder and pushes him. Sighing, John looks up as the man swings
a punch at Sherlock’s face. Sherlock sways back – possibly more by luck than judgement – and
avoids it.)
JOHN (jumping up): Oh ...
(Thrown off-balance by his swing, the man stumbles forward and almost falls onto a nearby
table. One of his mates helps him up. John grabs Sherlock from behind and pulls him away
while Sherlock flails wildly towards the man.)
JOHN: All right, enough! That’s ...
(Grunting with the effort and slurring the rest of his words [possibly saying ‘Come on’], he
drags Sherlock a few feet away, supporting most of his weight, before propping him onto his
feet.)
JOHN: Stand up straight.
(Sherlock turns round towards him. John points towards the exit to Sherlock’s left.)
JOHN: Yeah.
(Sherlock points back towards the customer.)
SHERLOCK (slurring): Ashtray. I know ashtray.
[A million thanks to miss-dramateen for posting this video with the music removed so that the
words finally became clear.]

All is silent. The camera pans slowly down a flight of stairs and reveals the boys lying on the
steps. John is on his back by the wall with his arms folded; Sherlock is on his side facing the
bannisters. Both of them have their eyes closed.
SHERLOCK (slurring): I have an international reputation.
(John briefly opens his eyes, then closes them again and settles his head into a more
comfortable position. Sherlock looks over his shoulder.)
SHERLOCK: Do you have an international reputation?
(He settles his head down and closes his eyes again.)
JOHN: No, I don’t have an international reputation.
SHERLOCK: No.
(He pauses for a moment, then turns his head towards John a little but doesn’t open his eyes.)
SHERLOCK: And I can’t even remember what for.
(He thinks for a second.)
SHERLOCK: Sss... Crime ... something or other.
(He settles his head back down on the stair and grunts quietly. The camera pulls back a little
and we now realise – if we hadn’t already – that the boys are lying near the bottom of their own
staircase in Baker Street. The door to 221A opens and Mrs Hudson comes out with a bag of
rubbish. She stops in surprise at the sight of them.)
MRS HUDSON: Ooh! What are you doing back? I thought you were going to be out late.
SHERLOCK (slurring): Ah, Hudders. What time is it?

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)