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MOLLY: ... Okay.

BART’S COMPUTER LAB. In a room full of computers, Sherlock is currently the only person
there, typing on one of the computers as he works his way through his emails. He is typing an
email to “mycroft@dsux.org” and the subject line reads: “Re: An impossible situation”. He types
into the message box:

When you have eliminated the impossible whatever remains must be the truth.

[And can your transcriber point out that he must be on a really cheap and rubbish email system
because it has items on the menu labelled “Attac” and “Signiture”?!]
It’s not clear whether he then sends that email or just shifts windows to his Inbox, which
consists of the following emails [address, followed by the Subject]:

lestrade@strade.org.uk : Please call me
mycroft@dsux.org : An impossible situation
gregson@ftnu.co.uk : RE: Church bell theft
smith@smithson.org : The curious cow
jones@jkjoes.com : Samson and Del
drhopps@drdoc.net : Strange substance in pocket

He begins to type a new email to “gregson@ftnu.co.uk” [although, for some odd reason he
types the address manually instead of just clicking on ‘Reply’] with the Subject line of, “re: RE:
Church bell theft”. In the message box he types:

If you can see the church from the bedroom window, Davies is your man.

He goes back to the Inbox and opens the email from “lestrade@strade.org.uk” headed ‘Please
call me’. The message reads simply:

Please call me.
Lestrade

Smirking, Sherlock deletes the email. As he begins to type a new email to “jones@” ... [before
the camera cuts away], Mike – who has taken off his outdoor coat and replaced it with a white
lab coat – leads John into the room. As Sherlock looks round at them, Mike stops and looks
expectantly at John.
JOHN: Well, it’s a bit different from my day.
MIKE (chuckling): You’ve no idea!
SHERLOCK (looking back at his computer): Mike, can I borrow your phone? No signal on mine.
MIKE (sighing): And what’s wrong with the landline?
SHERLOCK: I’d rather text.
(Mike searches in his coat pockets but only comes up with a notebook.)
MIKE: Sorry. Other coat.
(John fishes in his jacket pocket and takes out his own phone.)
JOHN: Oh, here. Use mine.
SHERLOCK (standing up and turning to John as he brings the phone across the room to him):
Oh. Thank you.
MIKE: It’s an old mate of mine, John Watson.
(Taking the phone, Sherlock sits down again with his back to the others.)
SHERLOCK: Afghanistan or Iraq?
(John smiles awkwardly, bewildered by the question.)
JOHN: Afghanistan. Sorry, how did you know ...?
(Already texting on John’s phone, Sherlock looks round as Molly comes into the room holding a
mug of coffee.)
SHERLOCK: Ah, coffee. Thank you, Molly.
(He hands John’s phone back to him while Molly brings the mug over to him. He looks closely at
her as she puts the mug down on the table. Her mouth is paler again.)
SHERLOCK: What happened to the lipstick?
MOLLY (smiling awkwardly at him): It wasn’t working for me.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)