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BILL: Feel that!
(John reaches out and squeezes the arm. Bill groans.)
JOHN: Yeah, it’s a sprain. I’m a doctor – I know how to sprain people.
(He releases the arm. Bill groans.)
JOHN: Now where is Isaac Whitney?
BILL: I don’t know!
(John gives him a look.)
BILL: Maybe upstairs.
JOHN: There you go. (He pats Bill’s leg.) Wasn’t that easy?
(He stands up and walks towards the stairs.)
BILL (grumpily): No. It’s really sore. You’re mental, you are.
JOHN (pocketing the flick-knife as he goes): No. Just used to a better class of criminal.
(He walks up the stairs and into a large room at the top. Several people are lying or sitting on
mattresses around the edge of the room. All of them look very stoned and unaware of what’s
going on in the real world. Grimacing, John walks slowly across the room.)
JOHN: Isaac? Isaac Whitney?
(He walks over towards two people lying side by side on mattresses.)
JOHN (quietly): Isaac?
(One of them tiredly raises a hand. The young man gazes blearily up at John as he walks to his
side and kneels down beside him.)
JOHN: Hello, mate.
(He puts a supporting hand behind his back.)
JOHN: Sit up for me? Sit up.
(He helps him to sit, then lifts one of his eyelids. The boy’s eyes roll uncontrollably and he tries
to focus on John.)
ISAAC: Doctor Watson?
JOHN (lifting his other eyelid): Yep.
ISAAC: Where am I?
JOHN: The arse-end of the universe with the scum of the Earth. Look at me.
ISAAC (blearily): Have you come for me?
JOHN: D’you think I know a lot of people here?!
(Isaac laughs hazily.)
JOHN: Hey, all right?
(On the mattress to Isaac’s right and behind John, another person – wearing jogging bottoms
and a jacket with the hood up – rolls over, props himself onto one elbow and looks round to
them.)
SHERLOCK (for it is he): Ah, hello, John.
(John raises his head, his eyes widening.)
SHERLOCK: Didn’t expect to see you here.
(He pushes his hood back as John turns round to look at him. Sherlock squinches up his eyes
and peers at him.)
SHERLOCK: Did you come for me, too?
(John looks at him for a second, then his eyes begin to narrow.)

Outside shortly afterwards, Isaac stumbles over to the car where Mary is now sitting in the
driver’s seat.
MARY: Hallo, Isaac.
ISAAC (blurrily): Mrs Watson, can I – can I get in, please?
MARY (pointing her thumb behind her): Yes, of course, get in. Where’s John?
ISAAC (opening the rear car door): They’re ’avin’ a fight.
MARY (urgently): Who is?
(Over at the house, on the first floor landing of the fire escape, Sherlock angrily punches open a
temporary door which had been nailed across a doorway, knocking it off all its nails and sending
it crashing across the fire escape.)
SHERLOCK (angrily): For God’s sakes, John! I’m on a case!
JOHN (following him down the fire escape): A month – that’s all it took. One.
(Halfway down, Sherlock vaults over the side of the fire escape and onto a wall beside it.)
SHERLOCK: I’m working.
(He jumps down onto the top of a wheelie bin beside the wall and then down onto another one
laying on its side before stepping to the ground. John follows.)
JOHN: Sherlock Holmes in a drug den! How’s that gonna look?

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)