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.
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.
Mrs Hudson
Ooh, it’s atrocious, but thanks for asking.
I’ve seen much worse, but then I do post-mortems.
[awkward silence]
No. Sorry. [Lestrade hands her a glass of red wine] Thank you. I wasn’t expecting to see you. I thought you were gonna be in Dorset for Christmas.
That’s first thing in the morning, me and the wife. We’re back together. It’s all sorted.
[offhandedly] No, she's sleeping with a P.E. teacher.
[Lestrade’s smile becomes rather fixed. Molly turns to John]
And John. I hear you’re off to your sister’s, is that right?
Sherlock was complaining- [gets a dirty look from Shelock] -Saying...
First time ever, she’s cleaned up her act. She’s off the booze.
JJeanette
You know, my friends are so wrong about you.
JJeanette
You're a great boyfriend.
[surprised] Okay, that’s good. I mean, I always thought I was great.
JJeanette
And Sherlock Holmes is a very lucky man.
[groans] Jeanette please-
JJeanette
No, I mean it. It’s heart-warming. You’ll do anything for him – and he can’t even tell your girlfriends apart.
No, I’ll do anything for you. Just tell me what it is I’m not doing. Tell me!
JJeanette
Don’t make me compete with Sherlock Holmes.
I’ll walk your dog for you. Hey, I’ve said it now. I’ll even walk your dog-
JJeanette
I don't have a dog!
No, because that was...the last one. Okay.
[Jeanette storms out]
[John turns back to face the rest of the room]
Mrs Hudson
That really wasn’t very good, was it?
[on the phone] Lestrade? We've had a break-in at Baker Street. Send your least irritating officers and an ambulance. Oh, no-no-no-no, we're fine. No, it's the burglar. He's got himself rather badly injured. Oh, a few broken ribs, fractured skull, suspected punctured lung. He fell out of a window.
[Cuts to Mrs Hudson's downstairs flat, where John is cleaning her face]
Mrs. Hudson
Oh, it stings. [Neilson falls past the window and crashes on top of a dumpster] Oh, that was right on my bins. [Neilson is heard groaning in agony]
[Cuts to police officers and paramedics congregating outside as an ambulance leaves and Sherlock stands by Lestrade on the sidewalk]
DLDI Lestrade
And exactly how many times did he fall out the window?
Oh, it's all a bit of a blur, Detective Inspector. I lost count.
[After Mrs Hudson has been attacked]
She'll have to sleep upstairs in our flat tonight. We need to look after her.
Mrs Hudson
No.
No she's not, look at her! She's got to take some time away from Baker Street. She can go and stay with her sister. [To Mrs Hudson] Doctor's orders.
She's in shock, for God's sake, and all over some bloody stupid camera phone! Where is it, anyway?
[Mrs Hudson pulls the phone out from the front of her blouse]
Mrs Hudson
You left it in the pocket of your second best dressing gown, you clot. [Hands the phone to Sherlock] I managed to sneak it out when they thought I was having a cry.
Thank you. Shame on you, John Watson!
Mrs Hudson, leave Baker Street? England would fall!
[The boys have been out on John’s stag night, and are now lying at the bottom of the stairs to 221B Baker Street, very drunk]
[Slurring] I have an international reputation. Do you have an international reputation?
No, I... don’t have an international reputation.
No. And I can’t even remember what for. ‘S... crime. Something like that.
Mrs Hudson
Oh! What are you doing back? I thought you were going out late?
Ah, Hudders. What time is it?
Mrs Hudson
You've only been out two hours.
(panting with rage against Mary) I've got a better question: is everyone I've ever met a psychopath?
(short pause) Yes. Good that we've settled that. Now--
SHUT UP!! And stay shut up, because this is not funny. Not this time.
I didn't say it was funny.
(turns to Mary) You. What have I ever done? Hmm? My whole life, to deserve you?
(steps towards Sherlock threateningly) Sherlock, I told you. Shut up.
No, I mean it. Seriously. Everything, everything you've ever done is what you did.
Sherlock, one more word and you will not need morphine.
You were a doctor who went to war. You're a man who couldn't stay in the suburbs for more than a month without storming a crack den, beating up a junkie. Your best friend is a sociopath who solves crimes as an alternative to getting high. That's me, by the way. (waves hand) Hello. Even the landlady used to run a drug cartel.
Mrs. Hudson
(surprised) It was my husband's cartel. I was just typing!
(offhandedly) And exotic dancing.
Mrs. Hudson
(insulted) Sherlock Holmes, if you've been YouTubing--
(losing patience) John, you're addicted to a certain lifestyle! You're abnormally attracted...to dangerous situations and people, so is it truly such a surprise that the woman you've fallen in love with conforms to that pattern?
(voice breaking) But she wasn't supposed to be like that. Why is she like that?
Why is everything...always...MY FAULT?!? (kicks a chair aside ferociously)
Mrs. Hudson
(flees into the kitchen, horrified) Oh, the neighbours.
John, listen. Be calm and answer me. What is she?
The woman who is carrying my child who has lied to me since the day I met her.
No. Not in this flat. Not in this room. Right here, right now, what...is...she?
Okay. Your way. (resentful) Always your way. (places a chair in front of Mary) Sit.
Because that's where they sit! The people who come in here with their stories. The clients. That's what you are now, Mary. You're a client. This is where you sit and talk and this is where we sit and listen and we decide if we want you or not!