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(He peers towards the door and now we see that beside him, Sherlock is flat out on his back
and fast asleep on the bench of a police holding cell.)
JOHN: Greg. Is that Greg?
LESTRADE: Get up. I’m gonna put you two in a taxi. Managed to square things with the desk
sergeant.
(John painfully climbs to his feet. Greg laughs disparagingly.)
LESTRADE: What a couple of lightweights! You couldn’t even make it to closing time!
JOHN (quietly as he slowly walks towards him): Can you whisper?
LESTRADE (yelling in his ear as he walks past): NOT REALLY!
(Sherlock flails upwards on the bench, his eyes wide and his mouth open in shock. He looks
round the cell in bewilderment. John gives Greg a look of hurt betrayal, then leaves the cell.
Greg beckons to Sherlock.)
LESTRADE: Come on.
(He follows John. Sherlock sits up on the bench, stands, totters, falls back onto the bench, then
stands up and puts his fingers to his temples, wobbling on one foot. After a moment he lowers
his hands and delicately paddles out of the cell.)

POLICE STATION FRONT DESK. Grunting with the effort, Sherlock puts on his coat. John tucks
his wallet into his back pocket.
JOHN: Well, thanks for a ... you know ...
(They turn and walk away from the desk.)
JOHN: ... an evening.
SHERLOCK: It was awful.
JOHN: Yeah.
(Sherlock groans and pinches the bridge of his nose.)
JOHN: I was gonna pretend, but it was, truly.
SHERLOCK (lowering his hand): That woman, Tessa.
JOHN: What?
SHERLOCK: Dated a ghost. The most interesting case for months. What a wasted opportunity.
JOHN: ... Okay.

Close-up of a glass of water. An effervescent antacid pill is dropped into it and starts to fizz as it
dissolves. After a few seconds John sighs quietly, picks up the glass and drinks.
MRS HUDSON: How are you feeling?
JOHN: Mmm. (He drinks again.)
MRS HUDSON: It’s just like old times, having you back here.
(John puts down the glass and smiles towards her. She brings a plate across the kitchen to the
table where he’s sitting.)
MRS HUDSON: Thought I’d make your favourite, one last time.
(She puts down the plate in front of him. It contains a full English breakfast – a fried egg, two
sausages, mushrooms, baked beans, tomato slices and two half-slices of buttered toast.)
JOHN: Mm. Don’t sound so ... final about it. I will be visiting, you know.
MRS HUDSON: Ooh, I’ve heard that one before!
JOHN (picking up his cutlery and cutting into his breakfast): Mm, no, it’s different now, though,
isn’t it? It’s different to when we thought we’d lost him.
MRS HUDSON: Well, marriage changes everything, John.
(John lifts the forkful of food towards his mouth, then looks at it and pauses.)
JOHN: Does it?
MRS HUDSON: Yeah.
(She sits down opposite him.)
MRS HUDSON: You might not think it, but it does.
(John moves the fork closer to his mouth, then changes his mind and lowers it back to the
plate, groaning quietly.)
MRS HUDSON: It’s a different phase in your life.
(John pushes the plate away from him a little.)
MRS HUDSON: You meet new people ’cause you’re a couple ...
JOHN: Mmm.
MRS HUDSON: ... and then you just ... let your old friends slip away.
JOHN: It won’t be like that.
MRS HUDSON: Well, if you’ve found the right one – the person that you click with – it’s the best
thing in the world.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)