The Blind Banker

Therapist: How's your blog going? John Watson: Yeah, good. Very good. Therapist: You haven’t written a word, have you? John Watson: You just wrote "still has trust issues." Therapist: And you read my writing upside down. You see what I mean? John, you're a soldier. It's gonna take you a while to adjust to civilian life. And writing a blog about everything that happens to you will honestly help you. John Watson: Nothing happens to me.

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Sherlock Holmes: [Unzips a body-bag, smiles at what he sees] How fresh? Molly Hooper: Just in. 67. Natural causes. He used to work here. I knew him, he was nice. Sherlock Holmes: Fine. We'll start with the riding crop. Molly Hooper: Bad day, was it? Sherlock Holmes: I need to know what bruises form in the next twenty minutes. A man's alibi depends on it. Text me. Molly Hooper: Listen, I was wondering. Maybe later when you're finished— Sherlock Holmes: You're wearing lipstick. You weren't wearing lipstick before. Molly Hooper: I, uh, I refreshed it a bit. Sherlock Holmes: [beat] Sorry. You were saying? Molly Hooper: I was wondering if you'd like to have coffee? Sherlock Holmes: Black, two sugars please. I'll be upstairs. Molly Hooper: ...Okay.

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John: [Looking around at the morgue's lab equipment] Bit different from my day. Mike: You've no idea. Sherlock: Mike, can I borrow your phone? There's no signal on mine. Mike: And what's wrong with the landline? Sherlock: I prefer to text. Mike: Sorry, it's in my coat. John: Er, here, use mine. Sherlock: Oh, thank you. Mike: This is an old friend of mine, John Watson. Sherlock: Afghanistan or Iraq? John: Sorry? Sherlock: Which one was it? In Afghanistan or Iraq? John: Afghanistan. Sorry, how did you...? Sherlock: Ah, Molly, coffee, thank you. What happened to the lipstick? Molly: It wasn't working for me. Sherlock: Really? I thought it was a big improvement. Your mouth's too small now. Molly: ...Okay. Sherlock: How do you feel about the violin? John: I'm sorry, what? Sherlock: I play the violin when I'm thinking and sometime I don't talk for days on end. Would that bother you? Potential flatmates should know the worst about each other. John: You told him about me? Mike: Not a word. Joh

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John: [upon first seeing Baker Street] Well this is a prime spot. Must be expensive. Sherlock: Mrs. Hudson, the landlady, is giving me a special deal. She owes me a favour. A few years back her husband got himself sentenced to death in Florida. I was able to help out. John: You stopped her husband from being executed? Sherlock: Oh, no. I ensured it.

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Sherlock: Brilliant! YES! Four serial suicides and now a note! Oh, it's Christmas! Mrs. Hudson, I'll be late. Put the kettle on. [Rushes out] Mrs. Hudson: I had a husband like that once, always rushing about. But I can see you're more the sitting-down type. I'll get some tea, and you just rest your leg. John: DAMN MY LEG! Sorry! I'm so sorry. It's just sometimes this thing is just... Mrs. Hudson: I understand, dearie. I've got a hip.

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Sherlock: You're an army doctor. John: Yes. Sherlock: Any good? John: Very good. Sherlock: Seen a lot of injuries, then? Violent deaths? John: Well, yes. Sherlock: Bit of trouble too, I bet. John: Of course, yes. Enough for a lifetime. Far too much. Sherlock: [beat] Want to see some more? John: Oh, God, yes.

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