John, concentrate. I need you to concentrate. Close your eyes.
[Sherlock grabs John by his shoulders and begins to slowly rotate turning John as he does so]
Wh-what? Why? Why? What are you doing?
I need you to maximise your visual memory. Try to picture what you saw. Can you picture it?
You remember the pattern?
How much can you remember it?
Because the average human memory on visual matters is only 62% accurate.
Yeah, well, don't worry, I remember all of it.
Yeah, well, at least I would, if I could get to my pockets! Took a photograph...
[Soo Lin is polishing a teapot]
Fancy a biscuit with that?
[She gasps and drops the teapot, Sherlock catches it]
Centuries old...don't want to break that...
[Sherlock runs through museum, hides behind display to dodge bullets]
Careful! Some of those skulls are over two hundred thousand years old! Have a bit of respect! [gunfire stops, silence] ...Thank you!
I need to get some air; we're going out tonight.
Actually, I've got a date.
It's when two people who like each other go out and have fun...
That's what I was suggesting.
No, it wasn't. At least, I hope not.
Hi, I have two tickets reserved for tonight.
BOBox office agent
And what's the name?
BOBox office agent
Actually I have three in that name.
No, I don't think so. We only booked two.
[from off screen] And then I phoned back and got one for myself as well.
[John comes in to Baker Street, where Sherlock is casually shooting up a smiley face on the wall]
What the HELL are you doing?!
BORED! [continues to shoot wall] BORED! BORED! [stops, hands the gun to Watson] Don't know what's got into the criminal classes. Good job I'm not one of them.
So you take it out on the wall?
Oh, the wall had it coming.
What about that Russian case?
Belarus? Open and shut domestic murder. Not worth my time.
Anything in? I'm starving.
[John opens the refrigerator and finds a human head inside, does a double take]
Oh, f… It's a head. A severed head!
No, there's a head in the fridge!
Where else am I supposed to put it? You don't mind, do you? I got it from the Barts morgue. I'm measuring the coagulation of saliva after death. See you've written up the taxi driver case.
Well, you know. A pink lady, pink case, pink phone. There was a lot of pink. Did you like it?
Why not? I thought you'd be flattered.
Flattered? "Sherlock sees through everything and everyone in seconds. What's incredible, though, is how spectacularly ignorant he is about some things."
Now hang on a minute, I didn't mean that—
[sarcastic] Oh, you meant "spectacularly ignorant" in a nice way! Look, it doesn't matter to me who's Prime Minister, or who's sleeping with whom—
[somewhat bitterly] Or that the earth goes around the sun.
Oh God, that again! It's not important!
Not important? It's primary school stuff! How can you not know that?
Well, if I ever did, I've deleted it.
Listen: [points to his head] This is my hard-drive, and it only makes sense to put things in there that are useful. Really useful. Ordinary people fill their heads with all kinds of rubbish, and that makes it hard to get at the stuff that matters! Do you see?
[brief silence; looks at Sherlock incredulously] But it's the solar system!
[extremely irritated] Oh, hell! What does that matter?! So we go around the sun! If we went around the moon or round and round the garden like a teddy bear, it wouldn't make any difference! All that matters to me is the work! Without that, my brain rots. Put that in your blog—or better still, stop inflicting your opinions on the world!
There are lives at stake, Sherlock! Actual human live— Just, just so I know, do you care about that at all?
Will caring about them help save them?
Then I'll continue not to make that mistake.
And you find that easy, do you?
Yes, very. Is that news to you?
[realising] ...I've disappointed you.
[sarcastically] That's good, that's good deduction, yeah.
Don't make people into heroes, John. Heroes don't exist, and if they did, I wouldn't be one of them.
[After Sherlock ripped off the explosive coat from John]
Oh, Christ. Ffff— Are you okay?
Me? Yeah. Fine. I'm fine. Fine. ...That, uh, thing that you, uh, you did that, um, you offered to do, that was, um... good.
Well, I'm glad no one saw that.
You ripping my clothes off in a darkened swimming pool. People might talk.
People do little else. [smiles]
