Clip 1

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S——Sherlock

J——John

H——Mrs Hudson

W——Wife

S: Good Lord! Mrs Hudson, there is a woman in my sitting room! Is it intentional?

H: She's a client. Said you were out, insisted on waiting.

J: Would you, er, care to sit down?

S: Didn't you ask her what she wanted?

H: You ask her!

S: Why didn't you ask her?

H: How could I, what with me not talking and everything?!

S: For God's sake, give her some lines, she's perfectly capable of starving us! Good afternoon. I am Sherlock Holmes, this is my friend and colleague, Dr Watson. You may speak freely in front of him, as he rarely understands a word.

J: Holmes!

S: However, before you do, allow me to make some trifling observations. You have an impish sense of humour, which currently you are deploying to ease a degree of personal anguish. You have recently married a man of a seemingly kindly disposition, who has now abandoned you for an unsavoury companion of dubious morals. You have come to this agency as a last resort, in the hope that reconciliation may still be possible.

J: Good Lord, Holmes!

S: All of this is, of course, perfectly evident from your perfume.

J: Her perfume?

S: Yes, her perfume, which brings insight to me and disaster to you.

J: How so?

S: Because I recognised it and you did not.

J: Mary!

W: John.

J: Why, in God's name, are you pretending to be a client?

W: Because I could think of no other way to see my husband, husband.

J: It was an affair of international intrigue.

W: It was a murdered country squire.

J: Nevertheless, matters were pressing.

W: I don't mind you going, my darling, I mind you leaving me behind.

J: But what could you do?!

W: Well, what do you do, except wander around taking notes, looking surprised?!

S: Enough! The stage is set, the curtain rises. We are ready to begin.

J: Begin what?

S: Sometimes to solve a case, one must first solve another.

J: Oh, you have a case, then, a new one?

S: An old one, very old. I shall have to go deep.

J: Deep? Into what?

S: Myself.

Clip 2

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1——Waiter

S——Sherlock

2——Waitress

C——Cousin

J——John

W——Wife

1: We've landed, sir. We've landed.

S: No, no, not now, not now! Not now, not now.

2: I trust you had a pleasant flight, sir?

C: Well, a somewhat shorter exile than we'd imagined, brother mine, but probably adequate, given your levels of OCD.

S: I have to go back!

C: What?

S: I was...I was nearly there, I nearly had it!

C: What on earth are you talking about?

J: Go back where? You didn't get very far.

S: Ricoletti and his abominable wife! Don't you understand?!

W: No, of course we don't, you're not making any sense, Sherlock.

S: It was a case, a famous one from 100 years ago. Lodged in my hard drive, she seemed to be dead, but then she came back.

J: What, like Moriarty?

S: Shot herself in the head, exactly like Moriarty.

W: But you've only just been told. We've only just found out, he's on every TV screen in the country.

S: Yes? So? It's been five minutes since Mycroft called. What progress have you made? What have you been doing?

J: More to the point, what have YOU been doing?

S: I've been in my Mind Palace, of course.

J: Of course.

S: Running an experiment. How would I have solved the crime, if I'd been there in 1895?

C: Sherlock.

S: I had all the details perfect. I was there, all of it, everything. I was immersed.

C: Of course you were.

W: You've been reading John's blog. The story of how you met.

S: It helps me if I see myself through his eyes sometimes. I'm so much cleverer.

C: Do you really think anyone is believing you?

J: No, he can do this, I've seen it. The Mind Palace, it's like a whole world in his head.

S:Yes, and I need to get back there.

C: The Mind Palace is a memory technique, I know what it can do and I know what it most certainly cannot.

S: Maybe there are one or two things that I know that you don’t.

C: Oh, there are. Did you make a list?

S: You've put on weight. That waistcoat is clearly newer than the jacket.

C: Stop this! Just stop it! Did you make a list?!

S: Of what?

C: Everything, Sherlock. Everything you've taken.

J: No, it's not that, he goes into a sort of trance. I've seen him do it.

C: We have an agreement, my brother and I, ever since that day. Wherever I find him, whatever back alley or doss-house. There will always be a list.