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             [with only one ‘e’]. Whoever is holding the paper puts it down to reveal the front page of
             another newspaper – the Daily Mirror – which has a red strapline at the top reading,
             “EXCLUSIVE – SHERLOCK HOLMES KISS AND TELL” and a main headline saying, “7 TIMES A
             NIGHT IN BAKER STREET”. The person holding the paper – who we now see is wearing red nail
             varnish – lowers that paper and shows an inside page of one of the broadsheets. A large
             photograph of Janine smiling into the camera while wearing a deerstalker hat has an inset photo
             of Sherlock, and the headline reads, “He made me wear the hat”.
             JANINE: I’m buying a cottage.
             (Sitting on one side of the bed near Sherlock’s feet, she slaps the last newspaper down and
             smiles at him.)
             JANINE: I made a lot of money out of you, mister.
             (Sherlock lifts up one of the papers and looks at it.)
             JANINE: Nothing hits the spot like revenge for profits.
             SHERLOCK (tiredly): You didn’t give these stories to Magnussen, did you?
             JANINE: God, no – one of his rivals. He was spittin’!
             (Sherlock grunts and smiles a little.)
             JANINE (looking angrily at him): Sherlock Holmes, you are a back-stabbing, heartless,
             manipulative bastard.
             (Sherlock presses the button on a remote on the bed and the top of his bed rises, pushing him
             into more of a sitting position.)
             SHERLOCK: And you – as it turns out – are a grasping, opportunistic, publicity-hungry tabloid
             whore.
             JANINE (cheerfully): So we’re good, then!
             SHERLOCK: Yeah, of course. (He smiles.) Where’s the cottage?
             JANINE: Sussex Downs.
             SHERLOCK: Hmm, nice.
             JANINE: It’s gorgeous. There’s beehives, but I’m getting rid of those.
             (Sherlock, trying to push himself higher on the bed, gasps with pain.)
             JANINE: Aw, hurts, does it? Probably wanna restart your morphine. I might have fiddled with
             the taps.
             SHERLOCK: How much more revenge are you gonna need?
             (Grimacing, he reaches across to a machine beside his bed and pushes a button to release a
             dose of morphine into the drip in his arm. The read-out shows the machine giving him almost
             the maximum dosage.)
             JANINE: Just the occasional top-up.
             (She looks round the room.)
             JANINE: Dream come true for you, this place. They actually attach the drugs to you!
             SHERLOCK: Not good for working.
             JANINE: You won’t be working for a while, Sherl.
             (Sherlock sighs softly and his eyes close a little.)
             JANINE (softly): You lied to me. You lied and lied.
             SHERLOCK: I exploited the fact of our connection.
             JANINE: When?!
             SHERLOCK: Hmm?
             JANINE: Just once would have been nice.
             SHERLOCK: Oh. (He looks a little shifty-eyed.) I was waiting until we got married.
             JANINE: That was never gonna happen!
             (He looks away. She sighs and stands up.)
             JANINE: Got to go.
             (She walks over and kisses him on the forehead, then gently wipes her lipstick from his skin
             with her thumb.)
             JANINE: I’m not supposed to keep you talking.
             (She reaches down to pick up her handbag.)
             JANINE (straightening up): And also I have an interview with The One Show and I haven’t made
             it up yet.
             (Sherlock looks up to the ceiling with a soft sigh. She walks to the door and then turns back.)
             JANINE: Just one thing.
             (He looks across to her.)
             JANINE: You shouldn’t have lied to me. I know what kind of man you are ... but we could have
             been friends.
             (Smiling at him, she turns and takes hold of the door handle, then looks back at him.)

                                                            Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)
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