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             SHERLOCK (offscreen, as the bathroom door closes): Morning.
             (He can be heard chuckling and Janine lets out a high-pitched “Ooh!” John turns away as if
             wondering what bizarro-world he has fallen into.)

             LATER. John is sitting on the edge of the coffee table while Sherlock – wearing black trousers
             and a white shirt and putting on his jacket – walks across the living room. John has a bemused
             smile on his face.
             SHERLOCK: So – it’s just a guess but you’ve probably got some questions.
             JOHN: Yyyyeah, one or two, pretty much.
             SHERLOCK: Naturally.
             (He turns and looks towards the kitchen. John follows his gaze as Janine – also fully dressed –
             walks into the bedroom. Smiling, Sherlock sits down.)
             JOHN: You have a girlfriend?
             SHERLOCK (glancing towards him): Yes, I have.
             (John grins. Sherlock looks towards the bedroom again, then turns to John, looking more
             serious.)
             SHERLOCK: Now, Magnussen. Magnussen is like a shark – it’s the only way I can describe him.
             Have you ever been to the shark tank at the London Aquarium, John – stood up close to the
             glass? Those floating flat faces, those dead eyes ... That’s what he is. I’ve dealt with murderers,
             psychopaths, terrorists, serial killers. None of them can turn my stomach like Charles Augustus
             Magnussen.
             JOHN: Yes, you have.
             SHERLOCK: Sorry, what?
             JOHN: You have a girlfriend.
             SHERLOCK: What? Yes! Yes, I’m going out with Janine. I thought that was fairly obvious.
             JOHN: Yes. Well ... yes. (He clears his throat loudly.) But I mean you, you, you ... are in a
             relationship?
             (Sherlock blinks at him.)
             SHERLOCK: Yes, I am.
             JOHN: You and Janine?
             SHERLOCK: Mmm, yes. Me and Janine.
             JOHN: Care to elaborate?
             (Sherlock draws in a long breath and looks up thoughtfully, then puffs out his cheeks as he
             breathes out again.)
             SHERLOCK: Well, we’re in a good place. It’s, um ... (he looks down thoughtfully, then turns to
             John) ... very affirming.
             (He smiles at him. John points back at him.)
             JOHN: You got that from a book.
             SHERLOCK: Everyone got that from a book.
             (John looks round and smiles as Janine comes into the room.)
             JANINE: Okay, you two bad boys, behave yourselves.
             (Sherlock smiles happily at her as she sits down on the arm of his chair. He puts his arm round
             her as she turns and leans close to his face.)
             JANINE: And you, Sherl, you’re gonna have to tell me where you were last night.
             SHERLOCK: Working.
             (John stares at them.)
             JANINE: “Working.” Of course. I’m the only one who really knows what you’re like, remember?
             SHERLOCK (softly): Don’t you go letting on.
             (He gently runs his finger down the tip of her nose, then lays his hand on her arm. They stare
             deeply into each other’s eyes. John grins, apparently still unable to believe what he’s seeing.)
             JANINE (softly): I might just, actually.
             (She tears her eyes away from Sherlock and looks across to John, as does Sherlock.)
             JANINE: I haven’t told Mary about this. I kind of wanted to surprise her.
             JOHN: Yeah, you probably will.
             JANINE: But we should have you two over for dinner really soon!
             SHERLOCK: Yeah!
             JANINE: My place, though – not the scuzz-dump!
             (She punches Sherlock affectionately on the shoulder and they both laugh.)
             JOHN: Great, yeah! Dinner! Yeah.
             JANINE (standing up): Oh, I’d better dash. It was brilliant to see you!
             JOHN (also standing): You too.

                                                            Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)
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