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JOHN (to Sherlock at a more normal volume): And stay shut up, because this is not funny. (He
gives him an angry humourless smile.) Not this time.
SHERLOCK: I didn’t say it was funny.
(John turns his head to look at Mary.)
JOHN: You.
(He turns to face her. When he speaks, his voice and his face are full of barely-controlled anger
and he frequently breathes heavily throughout his next words.)
JOHN: What have I ever done ... hmm? ... my whole life ... to deserve you?
SHERLOCK (now leaning against the right-hand door post): Everything.
JOHN (in the same tone as he turns to face him): Sherlock, I’ve told you ... (he walks towards
him) ... shut up.
SHERLOCK (quietly): Oh, I mean it, seriously. Everything – everything you’ve ever done is what
you did.
JOHN (very softly and dangerously): Sherlock, one more word and you will not need morphine.
SHERLOCK (still softly): You were a doctor who went to war.
(John’s eyes are fixed on him and he is breathing rapidly and deeply.)
SHERLOCK (a little louder but still quieter than we’re used to hearing him speak): You’re a man
who couldn’t stay in the suburbs for more than a month without storming a crack den and
beating up a junkie. Your best friend is a sociopath who solves crimes as an alternative to
getting high.
(He pauses for a moment.)
SHERLOCK: That’s me, by the way. (He raises his left hand and waves at him.) Hello.
(He points towards Mrs Hudson.)
SHERLOCK: Even the landlady used to run a drug cartel.
MRS HUDSON: It was my husband’s cartel. I was just typing.
SHERLOCK (looking at her): And exotic dancing.
MRS HUDSON: Sherlock Holmes, if you’ve been YouTube-ing ...
SHERLOCK (louder, talking over her): John, you are addicted to a certain lifestyle. You’re
abnormally attracted to dangerous situations and people ... (his voice becomes quieter again)
... so is it truly such a surprise that the woman you’ve fallen in love with conforms to that
pattern?
(John grimaces briefly and then, with his eyes still fixed on Sherlock, he points towards his wife
at the other side of the room.)
JOHN (his voice full of suppressed tears): But she wasn’t supposed to be like that.
(Mrs Hudson looks across to Mary in shock. Mary lowers her head.)
JOHN (to Sherlock, pointing again across the room, his voice a little stronger): Why is she like
that?
(Sherlock looks away towards the sofa wall for several seconds and then turns to look directly
into John’s eyes.)
SHERLOCK: Because you chose her.
(John stares back at him, his face unreadable. Sherlock holds his gaze. Finally John turns away,
speaking conversationally.)
JOHN: Why is everything ... (he walks towards the dining table, holding up a questioning hand
and shrugging) ... always ... (his voice raises to a loud shout) ... MY FAULT?!
(He furiously kicks the small table beside Sherlock’s chair across the floor. Mrs Hudson jumps
and flails. Even Sherlock jumps a little, but Mary remains still.)
MRS HUDSON: Oh, the neighbours!
(She hurries away. John turns to face Mary again, breathing heavily.)
SHERLOCK (still in a quiet voice): John, listen. Be calm and answer me. (Slowly, precisely)
What is she?
JOHN (his gaze fixed on Mary, though he blinks repeatedly): My lying wife?
SHERLOCK: No. What is she?
JOHN (still looking at Mary): And the woman who’s carrying my child who has lied to me since
the day I met her?
(She gazes back at him.)
SHERLOCK: No. Not in this flat; not in this room. Right here, right now, what is she?
(John has a small fixed humourless smile on his face as his eyes remain locked on his wife. His
head is low on his neck and he looks murderous. After a long moment he sniffs deeply and
harshly.)
JOHN: Okay.
(He turns briefly towards Sherlock and then back to Mary.)

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)