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SHERLOCK: Sherlock, please.
(They shake hands, then walk towards the door of 221B.)
SHERLOCK: Getting a special rate. Owes me a favour. A few years ago, her husband got himself
sentenced to death in Florida. I was able to help out.
(He knocks on the door.)
JOHN: You stopped her husband being executed?
SHERLOCK: Oh no. I ensured it.
(The door is opened by Mrs Hudson, who opens her arms to the younger man.)
MRS HUDSON: Sherlock, hello.
(Sherlock turns and walks into her arms, hugging her briefly. As he steps back she gestures the
boys inside.)
MRS HUDSON: Come in, come in!
(Sherlock leads the way inside.)
JOHN (as he passes Mrs Hudson): Thank you.
(Mrs Hudson closes the door. Sherlock trots up the stairs to the first floor, then pauses and
waits for John to hobble upstairs. Once John reaches the top of the stairs, Sherlock opens the
door ahead of him and walks in, revealing the living room of the flat. John follows him in and
looks around the room and at all the possessions scattered around it.)
JOHN: Well, this could be very nice. Very nice indeed.
SHERLOCK: Yes, I think so. My thoughts exactly.
(He walks across the room.)
SHERLOCK: So I went ahead and moved in.
JOHN (simultaneously): Soon as we get all this rubbish cleaned out ...
(He pauses, embarrassed, when he realises what Sherlock was saying.)
JOHN: So ... this is all your stuff.
SHERLOCK: Obviously I can straighten things up ... a bit.
(He walks across the room and picks up some newspapers from one of the two armchairs,
tossing them straight onto a nearby dining chair. John has noticed something on the
mantelpiece and peers closely at it while Sherlock takes some apparently unopened envelopes
across to the fireplace where he puts them onto the mantelpiece and then stabs a multi tool
knife into them.)
JOHN: That’s a real skull.
SHERLOCK: Friend of mine. Well, I say ‘friend’ ...
(He grins. Mrs Hudson has followed them into the room.)
MRS HUDSON: What d’you think, Doctor Watson?
JOHN (turning to her): Hmm?
MRS HUDSON (pointing upwards): There’s another bedroom upstairs ... (she winks) ... if you’ll
be needing two bedrooms.
JOHN: Well, of course we’ll be needing two.
MRS HUDSON: Oh, don’t worry; there’s all sorts round here. Mrs Turner next door’s got married
ones.
(John looks at her, startled. Unperturbed, she picks up a waste paper bin and walks across the
room.)
MRS HUDSON: Sherlock. The mess you’ve made.
(As she starts tidying up and then goes into the kitchen, humming to herself, John looks around
the room again. Sherlock has taken off his greatcoat and is rummaging through papers on the
bureau by the windows. John walks over to one of the two armchairs and drops heavily down
into it.)
JOHN: Oh, I, um, looked you up on the internet last night.
SHERLOCK (looking round at him): Anything interesting?
JOHN: Found your website, The Science of Deduction.
SHERLOCK: What did you think?
JOHN: Quite amusing, I suppose.
(Sherlock looks at him indignantly.)
SHERLOCK: “Amusing”?
JOHN: You said you could identify a software designer by his tie and – what was it? – a retired
plumber by his left hand.
SHERLOCK: Yes; and I can read your military career by your face and your leg, and your
brother’s drinking habits by your mobile phone.
MRS HUDSON (to herself as she comes out of the kitchen and continues to tidy up): The state
of the place already.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)