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SHERLOCK: Er, mixed messages, I grant you.
(He grimaces, crying out in pain, and starts to fall. John and the paramedics start to lower him
to the floor.)
JOHN: Sherlock? Sherlock. (To the paramedics) All right, take him.
(Sherlock cries out again. John releases him, watching the paramedics.)
JOHN: Got him?
(They lay Sherlock down as he groans and whimpers. John straightens and looks down in
concern as one of the paramedics gets out an oxygen mask. While they continue working, John
looks across to Mary, breathing heavily and with his teeth slightly bared.)

THE PRESENT in the Holmes’ sitting room.
MARY: So, have you read it?
(John looks down at the pen drive, repeatedly turning it around in his fingers, the key ring
attachment rattling noisily, then he clasps his fist around it and looks at her while gesturing to
the floor in front of him.)
JOHN: W-would you come here a moment?
MARY (shaking her head): No. Tell me. Have you?
JOHN (in an exasperated voice): Just ...
(He pauses and seems to rein in his temper.)
JOHN (more calmly): ... come here.
(She grimaces unhappily, then unwraps the blanket from around her stomach and legs and
starts to stand up, holding one hand to her abdomen. She is now very visibly pregnant. John
steps towards her to help her up.)
MARY: No, I’m fine.
(Wincing, she gets to her feet as John steps back again. She walks across the room and John
turns to one side so that he is side-on to the fireplace. Mary stops in front of him and lowers her
eyes. When John speaks, his voice is little more than a whisper and his throat is tight.)
JOHN: I’ve thought long and hard about what I want to say to you.
(He draws in a long breath through his nose as she raises her eyes to him.)
JOHN: These are prepared words, Mary.
(He lowers his head for a moment, grimacing slightly and pulling in another slightly shaky
breath before glancing up at her.)
JOHN: I’ve chosen these words with care.
MARY (a little nervously): Okay.
(John clears his throat, and he can be heard rolling the pen drive round in his fingers again.
Finally he looks up to meet her eyes.)
JOHN (still speaking quietly): The problems of your past are your business. The problems of
your future ... are my privilege.
(Mary’s face starts to crumple a little and tears begin to form in her eyes.)
JOHN: It’s all I have to say. It’s all I need to know.
(He looks down at the pen drive while Mary gazes at him tearfully. After a few moments he
glances up at her again, then turns to the fireplace and drops the pen drive onto the burning
logs. Mary quietly starts to cry as she looks at the drive on top of the fire. John clears his throat
again as he turns back to her.)
JOHN (quietly): No, I didn’t read it.
(She looks at him, the first tears starting to roll down her face.)
MARY (tearfully): You don’t even know my name.
JOHN: Is ‘Mary Watson’ good enough for you?
MARY (sobbing out the word): Yes! (She wipes her fingers under her nose.) Oh my God, yes.
JOHN: Then it’s good enough for me, too.
(He gives her a small smile.)
MARY: Oh!
(They step together and hug each other tightly. She cries. He speaks softly in her ear, his
throat still tight.)
JOHN: All this does not mean that I’m not still basically pissed off with you.
MARY (tearfully): I know, I know.
JOHN: I am very pissed off, and it will come out now and then.
MARY: I know, I know, I know.
(She sniffs. They pull back far enough to be able to look into each other’s eyes.)
JOHN (softly): You can mow the sodding lawn from now on.
MARY: I do mow the lawn.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)