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BILL: Ow.
MARY: Oh, sorry. You moved. But it is just a sprain.
BILL: Yeah. Somebody ’it me.
MARY: Huh?
(Bill turns his head to look at John.)
BILL: Eh, just some guy.
JOHN: Yeah, probably just an addict in need of a fix.
SHERLOCK (pointedly, looking directly at John): Yes. I think, in a way, it was.
(John holds his eyes for a moment, then looks away.)
BILL: Is it his shirt?
SHERLOCK (looking round at him): I’m sorry?
BILL: Well, it’s the creases, innit?
(He looks across to John. Sherlock does likewise and zooms in on the creases in his shirt.)
BILL: The two creases down the front. It’s been recently folded but it’s not new.
(Sherlock smiles slightly.)
BILL: Must have dressed in a hurry this morning ...
(Flashback to John in his bedroom, folding a shirt on top of the bed.)
BILL: ... so all your shirts must be kept like that.
(John stares at him in confusion.)
BILL: But why? Maybe ’cause you cycle to work every morning, shower when you get there an’
then dress in the clothes you brought with you.
(Sherlock looks at him, clearly impressed.)
BILL (still looking at John): You keep your shirts folded ...
(Flashback to John, in his bedroom, putting the folded shirt into a small backpack.)
BILL: ... ready to pack.
SHERLOCK: Not bad.
BILL (still looking at John): An’ I further deduce ...
(Sherlock raises his eyebrows, and he and John exchange a brief glance.)
BILL: ... you’ve only started recently, because you’ve got a bit of chafing.
(John looks down his body.)
SHERLOCK: No – he’s always walked like that. Remind me – what’s your name again?
BILL: They call me The Wig.
SHERLOCK: No they don’t.
BILL (awkwardly): Well, they-they call me Wiggy.
SHERLOCK: Nope.
BILL (hesitating, then looking down): Bill. Bill Wiggins.
SHERLOCK: Nice observational skills, Billy.
(His phone sounds a text alert. He takes out the phone and looks at the message.)
SHERLOCK: Ah! Finally.
MOLLY: “Finally” what?
BILL: Good news?
SHERLOCK: Oh, excellent news – the best.
(He turns and heads for the door, working on his phone.)
SHERLOCK: There’s every chance that my drug habit might hit the newspapers. The game is
on.
(Raising his phone to his ear as he reaches the door, he turns and looks round the room
briefly.)
SHERLOCK: Excuse me for a second.
(He leaves the room.)

Later, he and John are alone in the back of a taxi. Sherlock is still in his scruffy clothes, so it
appears they have gone directly from Bart’s.
SHERLOCK: You’ve heard of Charles Augustus Magnussen, of course.
JOHN: Yeah. Owns some newspapers – ones I don’t read.
(Sherlock frowns and looks round the cab and then out of the back window.)
SHERLOCK: Hang on – weren’t there other people?
JOHN: Mary’s taking the boys home; I’m taking you. We did discuss it.
(Sherlock raises his eyes upwards as if trying to remember.)
SHERLOCK: People were talking, none of them me. I must have filtered.
JOHN: I noticed.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)