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Now wearing a dressing gown over his night clothes, he goes to the front door where someone
is still knocking. He opens the door and sees a woman standing there looking back at him. She
has clearly been crying for some time.)
WOMAN (tearfully): I know it’s early. (She starts to cry.) Really, I’m sorry.
(John stares at her a little blankly. Mary comes into view at the end of the hall, putting on her
dressing gown. She peers down the hall.)
MARY: Is that Kate?
JOHN: Y-yeah, it’s Kate.
(Kate sobs, holding a paper tissue to her nose.)
MARY: Invite her in?
JOHN: Er, sorry, yes. D-d’you wanna come in, Kate?
(He steps aside and Kate walks down the hall towards Mary, still crying.)
MARY (sympathetically): Hey ...

Later, Mary and Kate are sitting on the sofa. Mary is stroking Kate’s arm while she continues to
cry.
MARY: It’s all right.
(John comes over and puts two mugs onto the coffee table.)
JOHN: There you go.
MARY (to John): It’s Isaac.
JOHN (to Kate): Ah, your husband.
MARY: Son.
JOHN: Son, yeah.
KATE: He’s gone missing again. Didn’t come home last night.
(Mary lets out a sympathetic sigh and looks at John.)
MARY: The usual.
JOHN: He’s the drugs one, yeah?
(He starts to pace back and forth. Kate breaks down in tears again.)
MARY: Er, yeah, nicely put, John.
JOHN: Look, is it Sherlock Holmes you want? Because I’ve not seen him in ages.
MARY: About a month.
(John continues pacing, the fingers of his left hand twitching.)
KATE: Who’s Sherlock Holmes?
MARY (looking at John): See? That does happen.
KATE: There’s a – a place they all go to, him and his ... friends.
(Cut-away close-up of someone cooking-up a drug in a spoon with a lighter held underneath.
Nearby, someone blearily props their head on their hand.)
KATE (voiceover): They all ... do whatever they do ...
(The first person clicks the lighter closed.)
KATE: ... shoot up, whatever you call it.
JOHN: Where is he?
KATE: It’s a house. It’s a dump. I mean, it’s practically falling down.
JOHN: No, the address.
(Mary turns and looks at him.)
JOHN: Where, exactly?

Shortly afterwards John is dressed and walking down the path outside the house and heading
towards their car parked at the kerb. Mary, still in her pyjamas and dressing gown, is following
him.
MARY: Seriously?
JOHN (turning back to her): Why not? She’s not going to the police. Someone’s got to get him.
MARY (stopping at the gate as John continues on): Why you?
JOHN: I’m being neighbourly.
MARY: Since when?
JOHN (chuckling briefly): Since now. Since this exact minute.
MARY: Why are you being so ...?
(She twirls her hands expressively.)
JOHN (stopping at the driver’s door and turning back to her): What?
MARY: I dunno. What’s the matter with you?
JOHN (loudly): There is nothing the matter with me. (Quickly, less forcefully) Imagine I said
that without shouting.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)