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TESSA: ... exchange numbers.’
(Sherlock’s eyes drift closed.)
TESSA: He said he’d get in touch and then ...
(She looks down sadly.)
TESSA: Maybe he wasn’t quite as keen as I was ...
(John is practically asleep with his eyes open but he shrugs vaguely at her.)
TESSA: ... but I – I just thought ... (she becomes tearful) ... at least he’d call to say that we
were finished.
(She lifts a hand to wipe a tear from her eye. Sherlock’s face fills with sympathy and sadness
for her. She falls silent and Sherlock looks away, his face still full of sympathetic pain ... then he
frowns as if wondering where the hell that emotion came from.)
TESSA (pulling herself together): I went round there, to his flat.
(Sherlock has also recovered and props his chin on his clasped hands.)
TESSA: No trace of him. Mr Holmes ...
(Sherlock smiles cheesily at her, his eyes starting to close at the same time.)
TESSA (gazing down at the floor beside the sofa): ... I honestly think I had dinner ... with a
ghost.
(She turns her head and looks at Sherlock. The camera is behind him and John and we can’t
see their faces. Neither of the boys reacts to what she just said, but a slight grunt comes from
Sherlock, followed by a noisy but brief exhale.)
TESSA: Mr Holmes?
(The camera angle changes and we see that both Sherlock and John have their eyes closed.
Sherlock snores gently and John’s head drops lower and he grunts quietly.)
TESSA (loudly): With a ghost, Mr Holmes!
(Sherlock’s head falls off his hands and he almost tumbles off the sofa.)
SHERLOCK (forcing himself back upright): Boring, boring, boring – no!
(John draws in a noisy breath and rolls his head on his neck.)
SHERLOCK: Fascinating!
(He turns round to John.)
SHERLOCK: John – John! Wake up!
(He shakes John’s leg. John opens his eyes and flails at him. Sherlock turns to Tessa.)
SHERLOCK (slurred): Apologies about my ... (he points towards John) ... you know ... thing.
(He pulls in a breath, clears his throat, then turns to John and points at him.)
SHERLOCK (sternly): Rude. Rude!
(He turns back to Tessa.)
TESSA: I checked with the landlord, and the man who lived there died. Heart attack. And there
we are, having dinner one week on.
(She picks up her handbag from the floor and rummages in it.)
TESSA: And I found this thing online, sort of chatroom thing ...
(She takes out a printout and gives it to Sherlock.)
TESSA: ... for girls who think they’re dating men from the spirit world.
(John has fallen asleep again but Sherlock stands up and then wobbles a little unsteadily.)
SHERLOCK: Don’t worry. I’ll find him in ten minutes.
(Tessa smiles with delight.)
SHERLOCK: What’s your dog’s name?
JOHN (blurrily, talking in his sleep): Yeah, I’m there if you want it.
[People tend to speak the truth in their sleep. This statement is therefore now canon. *nods*]
SHERLOCK: John! Wake up!
(He reaches down and shoves John’s shoulder. John almost falls over sideways.)
SHERLOCK: We’re meant to ... (he clicks his fingers) ... The game’s ... (he waves a hand
vaguely) ... something.
(He stumbles away. John’s eyes drift upwards as he applies all his mental skills to the problem
and then points at Sherlock.)
JOHN: ... on.
(Tessa gasps excitedly. Sherlock staggers over and points down at him.)
SHERLOCK: Yeah, that, that!
(He turns and wanders off again.)
TESSA (standing up): Okay!
(John slowly pushes himself to his feet.)

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)