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SHERLOCK (raising his glass): Today begin the adventures of Mary Elizabeth Watson and John
Hamish Watson.
(John sighs a little, while Mary giggles.)
SHERLOCK: The two reasons why every single one of us is ...
(He stops, freezing in place, staring blindly towards the guests. The photographer snaps several
photos of him but the popping flashbulb doesn’t make him react. Sherlock’s fingers loosen
slightly and his champagne glass slips out of them and begins a very slow-motion tumble
towards the floor.
In the Council Chamber, Sherlock – now in his wedding gear – lowers his raised hand and turns
towards the five uniformed women.)
SHERLOCK: What did you say?
(He points at Tessa.)
SHERLOCK (walking slowly towards her): You said, “John Hamish Watson.” You said that. You
said, “Hamish.”
(Flashback to the landlord hauling a drunk Sherlock up onto his knees.)
SHERLOCK (in the flashback): ... whoa, whoa!
TESSA (in the flashback): This is a famous detective. It’s Sherlock Holmes and his partner, John
Hamish Watson.
SHERLOCK (circling around Tessa in the Council Chamber): How did you know? How did you
know his middle name? (He walks backwards, still facing her.) He never tells anyone. He hates
it.

FLASHBACK. Sherlock, with at least ten unlit cigarettes stuffed in his mouth, walks across the
living room of 221B. John is sitting at the dining table facing the windows and typing on his
laptop, and Sherlock frowns down at the screen as he walks past. Taking the cigarettes out of
his mouth, he turns his back on John as he walks into his line of sight so that John can’t see the
cigarettes. There is a lot less grey in John’s hair than in ‘our’ present and so this flashback
presumably takes place not long after John moved into Baker Street.
SHERLOCK (reciting what he has just seen at the top of John’s blog page): “John H. Watson”?
JOHN (glancing briefly round at him): Yep.
(As he continues typing, Sherlock sits down on the sofa, stuffing the cigarettes into a Persian
slipper while keeping a wary eye on John in case he looks round. He taps the cigarettes down,
then lies down on the sofa and shoves the slipper underneath it.)

ANOTHER DAY. The boys are sitting at the kitchen table. John is reading the paper.
SHERLOCK: Henry?
JOHN (without looking up): Shut up.
(Sherlock bites into a piece of toast.)

ANOTHER DAY. Sherlock looks up from his microscope at the kitchen table and turns his head to
where John is sitting in his armchair reading.
SHERLOCK: Humphrey?
JOHN (firmly): Shut up.

ANOTHER DAY. Buttoning his jacket, Sherlock walks out of his bedroom and stops outside the
door to the bathroom. The shower is running inside.
SHERLOCK (loudly): Higgins?
JOHN (loudly from inside the bathroom): Go. Away.
(Grimacing, Sherlock walks on.)

THE PRESENT. COUNCIL CHAMBER.
SHERLOCK: Took him years to confide in me.

FLASHBACK. John walks up the stairs of 221 carrying bags of shopping. Sighing tiredly, he
walks into the living room where Sherlock is standing just to the left of the door with a sheet of
paper in his hands. John glances at it as he walks past, then stops and backs up.
JOHN: That’s my birth certificate.
SHERLOCK: Yep.
(Loudly popping the ‘p,’ he walks away. John stares after him.)

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)