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(Looking nervous, Mary looks down at her book and flips it open to a random page.)
JOHN: Sorry. I-I just, er ...
(Mary keeps her head down, flicking through the book’s pages. John glances towards her
again.)
MR HOLMES: Oh. Er-er, do you two need a moment?
(He starts to walk towards the door, looking at John.)
JOHN: If you don’t mind.
(Mr Holmes stops and looks towards Mary, who briefly raises her head and gives it a tiny shake
before looking down again.)
MR HOLMES (continuing towards the door): No, of course not. I’ll-I’ll go and see if I can help
with ... something or another.
(He goes out, closing the door behind him. John watches him go, then runs his hand under his
nose and turns towards Mary. She looks down at her book for a few more moments, then raises
her head and briefly watches as he slowly walks across the room to stand in front of the fire,
facing her. Again she glances briefly towards him before turning her attention back to the book
on her lap.
Outside the closed door, Sherlock has walked over and has taken his coat from the pegs on the
wall nearby. Standing at the door, his father looks at him and points back towards the sitting
room.)
MR HOLMES: Those two. They all right?
SHERLOCK (putting on his coat): Well, you know – they’ve had their ups and downs.
(He glances towards the door, then goes through another nearby door.)

After a moment of dark screen, we are back in the narrow corridor in the house in Leinster
Gardens. No time seems to have passed since we were last there, and Mary and John are still
standing facing each other several feet apart. Now Sherlock turns away behind Mary.
SHERLOCK (quietly): Baker Street. Now.
(He walks away but Mary continues to stare at her husband, her face anguished. After a
moment John walks forward, his eyes fixed on her and his teeth slightly bared. He keeps going
and walks past her. She draws in a sharp breath, apparently fighting off tears.)

Later, John opens the door of the living room at 221B and walks in, sighing quietly. Mary follows
him more slowly up the stairs, with Sherlock behind her. John takes off his jacket and drops it
onto the dining table. Mrs Hudson is in the kitchen but now hurries towards him worriedly.
MRS HUDSON: John.
(Mary walks through the door, Sherlock slowly following up the stairs with his head lowered and
bracing himself on the bannister.)
MRS HUDSON: Mary!
(Mary gives her a small smile and walks towards the fireplace while John stands by the dining
table with his hands on his hips. Sherlock hobbles to the doorway and stops there, bracing
himself with one hand on the edge of the open door.)
MRS HUDSON (looking shocked): Oh, Sherlock! Oh, good gracious, you look terrible.
SHERLOCK: Get me some morphine from your kitchen. I’ve run out.
MRS HUDSON: I don’t have any morphine!
SHERLOCK (angrily): Then what exactly is the point of you?
(She presses her lips together for a moment, then looks round at everyone.)
MRS HUDSON: What is going on?
JOHN: Bloody good question.
SHERLOCK (looking at John): The Watsons are about to have a domestic, and fairly quickly, I
hope, because we’ve got work to do.
JOHN: Oh, I have a better question.
(He paces towards Mary, looking angrily into her face.)
JOHN: Is everyone I’ve ever met a psychopath?
(At the door, Sherlock’s eyes lift upwards as if he’s thinking.)
SHERLOCK (after a moment): Yes.
(Mary gives a tiny nod of agreement, pursing her lips.)
SHERLOCK: Good that we’ve settled that. Anyway, we ...
JOHN (turning towards him furiously): SHUT UP!
(Mrs Hudson jumps at the loudness of his cry and puts one hand to her mouth.)
MRS HUDSON: Oh!

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)