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which is the beginning of a chapter headed “What Do Schoolteachers and Sumo Wrestlers Have
in Common?” Moving down to the first word of the chapter, he reads it and then looks up in
frustration.)
SHERLOCK: “Imagine.”
(Again he dumps the two books on John’s pile. Time moves on again and now it’s day time.
Sherlock has removed his jacket and John has taken off his cardigan but they’re still in the
same positions we last saw them. Again time moves on and now the daylight is even brighter
outside. Books are scattered everywhere over the table and the floor and some of the crates
have been shifted about. As Sherlock runs his fingers through his hair and then looks around at
the crates and sighs, an alarm goes off on John’s watch. He looks at it and then out of the
window as if to confirm that it really is the morning. He sighs tiredly and buries his head in his
hands.)

DOCTORS’ SURGERY. The receptionist looks up apologetically at the first person in a queue of
patients waiting to speak to her.
RECEPTIONIST: I’m sorry to keep you waiting.
(Someone in the queue sighs pointedly.)
RECEPTIONIST: But we haven’t got anything now ’til next Thursday.
(The woman at the front of the queue turns aside with an exasperated look on her face.)
WOMAN’s VOICE (offscreen): This is taking ages.
RECEPTIONIST: Er, sorry.
(Sarah Sawyer has been walking through the waiting room but now turns back and comes over
to the reception.)
WOMAN’s VOICE (offscreen): What’s the point of making an appointment if they can’t even stick
to it?
SARAH (to the receptionist): Um, what’s going on?
RECEPTIONIST (quietly): That new doctor you hired – he hasn’t buzzed the intercom for ages.
SARAH: Let me go and have a word.
RECEPTIONIST: Yeah, thanks.
SARAH (to the queue as she walks away): ’Scuse me.
RECEPTIONIST (to the queue): Sorry.
WOMAN’s VOICE (offscreen): What did she just say?
(Sarah goes to John’s consulting room and knocks on the door.)
SARAH: John?
(She waits a few seconds but gets no reply.)
SARAH: John?
(When there’s still no reply, she opens the door and looks inside. John is sitting behind the
desk, his head propped up on one fist, and is fast asleep and snoring gently.)

Much later, he comes out of his consulting room putting on his coat and walks over to Sarah
who is standing behind the reception desk. He clears his throat awkwardly.
JOHN: Um, looks like I’m done. I thought I had some more to see.
SARAH: Oh, I did one or two of yours.
JOHN: One or two?
SARAH: Well, maybe five or six.
JOHN: I’m sorry. That’s not very professional.
SARAH: No. No, not really.
JOHN: I had, um, a bit of a late one.
SARAH: Oh, right.
JOHN: Anyway, see you.
(He turns to walk away.)
SARAH: So, um, what were you doing to keep you up so late?
JOHN (turning back to her): Uh, I was, er, attending a sort of book event.
SARAH: Oh. Oh, she likes books, does she, your ... your girlfriend?
(She looks down fake-nonchalantly.)
JOHN: Mmm? No, it wasn’t a date.
SARAH (too quickly): Good. (She rapidly tries to cover.) I mean, um ...
JOHN: And I don’t have one tonight.
(They smile at each other, John looking down almost in disbelief as if thinking, ‘Oh good grief,
I’ve just pulled!’)

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)