…nothing ever happens to me.
But today, something did. Something happened.
I was walking in the park and I bumped into Mike Stamford.
I mentioned that I wanted to move. He said he knew of someone in a similar situation.
So we went to Barts and he introduced us.Except, he didn’t. He didn’t introduce us.
The man knew who I was. Somehow he knew everything about me.It’s mad. I think he might be mad.
He was certainly arrogant and really quite rude.
he looks about 12 and he’s clearly a bit public school and, yes, I definitely think he might be mad.
but he was also strangely likeable. He was charming. It really was all just a bit strange.
So tomorrow, we’re off to look at a flat. Me and the madman.
Me and Sherlock Holmes.
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JW: Holmes, you have misdiagnosed.
SH: Then, correct me, Doctor.
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John looks over at Sherlock, his expression bleak. Then the cab drives off.
Sherlock’s left on the pavement. Alone. This wasn’t how it was meant to go.
--The Empty Hearse Final Shooting Script
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JW: You wearing any pants?
SH: No.
JW: OK.
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JW: Fifty seven?
SH: Sorry, what?
JW: Fifty seven of those texts, the ones I've heard.
SH: Thrilling that you've been counting.
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Sherlock, cold as ice now, so alert. He steps through the door.
--A Scandal In Belgravia Final shooting script
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