BBCSherlockScriptAStudyInPink.doc

BBC SherlockA Study in PinkS01E01 ScriptTherapist (T): Hows your blog going?JW: Yeah, good, very good.T: You havent written a word, have you?JW: You just wrote still has trust issues.T: And you read my writing upside down. You see what I mean? John, youre a soldier and its going to take you a while to adjust to civilian life and writing a blog about everything that happens to you will honestly help you.JW: Nothing happens to me.Donovan (D): The body of Beth Davenport, Junior Minister for Transport, was found late last night on a building site in Greater London. Preliminary investigations suggest that this was suicide. We can confirm that this apparent suicide closely resembles those of Sir Jeffrey Patterson and James Phillimore. In the light of this, these incidents are now being treated as linked. The investigation is ongoing but Detective Inspector Lestrade will take questions now.Reporter (D): Detective Inspector, how can suicides be linked?Lestrade (D): Well, they all took the same poison. They were all found in places they had no reason to be. None of them had shown any prior indication. R: But you cant have serial suicides.L: Well, apparently you can.R: These three people, theres nothing that links them?L: Theres no link weve found yet but were looking for it. There has to be one.D: If youve all got texts, please ignore them. R: It just says Wrong.D: Well, just ignore that. If there are no more questions, Im going to bring this session to an end.R: If theyre suicides, what are you investigating?L: As I say, these suicides are clearly linked. Its an unusual situation, weve got our best people investigating.R: Says Wrong again.D: One more question. R: Is there any chance that these are murders? And if they are, is thisthe work of a serial killer?L: I know that you like writing about these but these do appear to be suicides. We know the difference. The poison was clearly self-administered.R: Yes, but if they are murders, how do people keep themselves safe?L: Well, dont commit suicide.D: Daily Mail!L: This is a frightening time for people but all anyone has to do is exercise reasonable precautions. We are all as safe as we want to be. Thank you.D: Youve got to stop him doing that. Hes making us look like idiots.L: If you can tell me how he does it, Ill stop him.Mike Stamford: John! John Watson! Stamford, Mike Stamford. We were at Barts together.JW: Yes, sorry, yes, Mike, hello.Mike Stamford: Yes, I know, I got fat.JW: No, no.Mike Stamford: I heard you were abroad somewhere getting shot at. What happened?JW: I got shot. Are you still at Barts then?Mike Stamford: Teaching now, yeah, bright young things like we used to be. God, I hate them. What about you, just staying in town till you get yourself sorted?JW: I cant afford London on an Army pension. Mike Stamford: Couldnt bear to be anywhere else. Thats not the John Watson I know.JW: Im not the John Watson.Mike Stamford: Couldnt Harry help?JW: Yeah, like thats going to happen (!)Mike Stamford: I dont know, get a flatshare or something?JW: Whod want me for a flatmate? What?Mike Stamford: Youre the second person to say that to me today.JW: Who was the first?SH: How fresh?Molly: Just in. 67, natural causes. Used to work here. I knew him, he was nice.SH: Fine. Well start with the riding crop.Molly: So, bad day was it?SH: I need to know what bruises form in the next 20 minutes. A mans alibi depends on it. Text me. Molly: Listen, I was wondering. Maybe later, when youre finished.SH: Youre wearing lipstick. You werent wearing lipstick before.Molly: I refreshed it a bit.SH: Sorry, you were saying?Molly: I was wondering if youd like to have coffee?SH: Black, two sugars, please. Ill be upstairs.Molly: OK.JW: Bit different from my day.Mike Stamford: Youve no idea!SH: Mike, can I borrow your phone? Theres no signal on mine.Mike Stamford: And whats wrong with the landline?SH: I prefer to text.Mike Stamford: Sorry, its in my coat.JW: Here, use mine.SH: Oh, thank you.Mike Stamford: This is an old friend of mine, John Watson.SH: Afghanistan or Iraq?JW: Sorry?SH: Which was it, in Afghanistan or Iraq?JW: Afghanistan, sorry, how did you know?SH: Ah! Coffee, thank you. What happened to the lipstick?Molly: It wasnt working for me.SH: Really? It was a big improvement. Your mouths too small now.Molly: OK.SH: How do you feel about the violin?JW: Im sorry, what?SH: I play the violin when Im thinking and sometimes I dont talk for days on end. Would that bother you? Potential flatmates should know the worst about each other.JW: You told him about me?Mike Stamford: Not a word.JW: Who said anything about flatmates?SH: I did. Told Mike this morning that I must be a difficult man to find a flatmate for. Now here he is just after lunch with an old friend clearly just home from military service in Afghanistan. Wasnt a difficult leap.JW: How did you know about Afghanistan?SH: Got my eye on a nice little place in central London. We ought to be able to afford it. Well meet there tomorrow evening, seven oclock. Sorry, got to dash. I think I left my riding crop in the mortuary.JW: Is that it?SH: Is that what?JW: Weve only just met and were going to go and look at a flat?SH: Problem?JW: We dont know a thing about each other. I dont know where were meeting; I dont even know your name.SH: I know youre an Army doctor and youve been invalided home from Afghanistan. Youve got a brother worried about you but you wont go to him for help because you dont approve of him, possibly because hes an alcoholic, more likely because he recently walked out on his wife. And I know that your therapist thinks your limps psychosomatic, quite correctly, Im afraid. Thats enough to be going on with, dont you think? The names Sherlock Holmes and the address is 221B Baker Street. Afternoon.Mike Stamford: Yeah, hes always like that.SH: Hello.JW: Ah Mr. Holmes.SH: Sherlock, please.JW: Well, this is a prime spot. Must be expensive.SH: Mrs. Hudson, the landlady - shes given me a special deal. Owes me a favour. A few years back, her husband got himself sentenced to death in Florida. I was able to help out. JW: Sorry you stopped her husband being executed?SH: Oh, no, I ensured it.Mrs. H: Sherlock!SH: Mrs. Hudson, Dr John Watson.Mrs. H: Hello. Come in. JW: Thank you.SH: Shall we.?JW: Well, this could be very nice. Very nice indeed.SH: Yes. Yes, I think so, my thoughts precisely.TOGETHER: So I went straight ahead and moved in. Soon as we get all this rubbish cleaned out.JW: So this is all. SH: Well, obviously I can erm.straighten things up a bit.JW: Thats a skull. SH: Friend of mine. When I say friend.Mrs. H: What do you think, then, Dr Watson? Theres another bedroom upstairs, if youll be needing two bedrooms.JW: Of course well be needing two.Mrs. H: Oh, dont worry, theres all sorts round here. Mrs. Turner next doors got (married ones).Oh.Sherlock! The mess youve made.JW: I looked you up on the internet last night.SH: Anything interesting?JW: Found your website. The Science of Deduction.SH: What did you think?JW: You said you could identify a software designer by his tie and an airline pilot by his left thumb?SH: Yes. And I can read your military career in your face and your leg, and your brothers drinking habits on your mobile phone.JW: How?Mrs. H: What about these suicides then, Sherlock? I thought thatd be right up your street. Three exactly the same.SH: Four. Theres been a fourth. And theres something different this time. Mrs. H: A fourth?SH: Where? L: Brixton, Lauriston Gardens.SH: Whats new about this one? You wouldnt have come to me otherwise.L: You know how they never leave notes?SH: Yeah. L: This one did. Will you come?SH: Whos on forensics?L: Anderson.SH: He doesnt work well with me.L: Well, he wont be your assistant.SH: I NEED an assistant.L: Will you come? SH: Not in a police car, Ill be right behind.L: Thank you.SH: Brilliant! Yes! Four serial suicides, and now a note. Oh, its Christmas. Mrs Hudson, Ill be late. Might need some food.Mrs. H: Im your landlady, dear, not your housekeeper.SH: Something cold will do. John, have a cup of tea, make yourself at home. Dont wait up!Mrs. H: Look at him, dashing about.My husband was just the same. But youre more the sitting-down type, I can tell. Ill make you that cuppa, you rest your leg.JW: Damn my leg! Sorry, Im so sorry - Its just sometimes this bloody thing.Mrs. H: I understand, dear, Ive got a hip.JW: Cup of tead be lovely. Thank you.Mrs. H: Just this once, dear, Im not your housekeeper.JW: Couple of biscuits too, if youve got em. Mrs. H: Not your housekeeper!SH: Youre a doctor. In fact youre an Army doctor.JW: Yes.SH: Any good?JW: Very good.SH: Seen a lot of injuries, then. Violent deaths.JW: Well, yes.SH: Bit of trouble too, I bet?JW: Of course. Yes. Enough for a lifetime, far too much.SH: Want to see some more? JW: Oh, God, yes.Sorry Mrs. Hudson, Ill skip the tea. Off out.Mrs. H: Both of you?SH: Impossible suicides? Four of them? No point sitting at home when theres finally something fun going on!Mrs. H: Look at you, all happy. Its not decent. SH: Who cares about decent? The game, Mrs. Hudson, is on! Taxi!SH: OK, Youve got questions.JW: Yeah, where are we going?SH: Crime scene. Next?JW: Who are you, what do you do?SH: What do you think?JW: Id say.private detective.SH: But?JW: But the police dont go to private detectives.SH: Im a consulting detective. Only one in the world, I invented the job.JW: What does that mean?SH: Means when the police are out of their depth, which is always, they consult me.JW: The police dont consult amateurs.SH: When I met you for the first time yesterday, I said Afghanistan or Iraq. You looked surprised. JW: Yes, how DID you know?SH: I didnt know, I saw. Your haircut, the way you hold yourself says military. But your conversation. Bit different from my day.said trained at Barts - so Army doctor, obvious. Your face is tanned. but no tan above the wrists. Youve been abroad, but not sunbathing. Your limps really bad when you walk, but you dont ask for a chair when you stand - so its at least partly psychosomatic. That says the original circumstances of the injury were traumatic - wounded in action then. Wounded in action, suntan - Afghanistan or Iraq.JW: You said I had a therapist.SH: Youve got a psychosomatic limp, of course youve got a therapist. Then theres your brother. JW: Mm?SH: Your phone. Its expensive, e-mail enabled, MP3 player. And youre looking for a flatshare. You wouldnt buy this - its a gift. Scratches. Not one, many over time - its been in the same pocket as keys and coins. You wouldnt treat your one luxury item like this, so its had a previous owner. Next bits easy. You know it already.JW: The engraving?SH: Harry Watson. Clearly a family member whos given you his old phone. Not your father, this is a young mans gadget. Could be a cousin, but youre a war hero who cant find a place to live - unlikely youve got an extended family, not one youre close to. So brother it is. Now, whos Clara? Three kisses says its a romantic attachment. The expense of the phone says wife, not girlfriend. Must have given it to him recently, its only six months old. Marriage in trouble then - six months on hes given it away. If shed left HIM, he would have kept it. Sentiment. No, he wanted rid of it. He left HER. He gave the phone to you, so he wants you to stay in touch. Youre looking for cheap accommodation, but youre not going to your brother for help - that says youve got problems with him. Maybe you liked his wife, or dont like his drinking.JW: How can you possibly know about the drinking?SH: Shot in the dark. Good one, though. Power connection - tiny little scuff marks round it. Every night he plugs it in but his hands are shaking. You never see those marks on a sober mans phone, never see a drunks without them. There you go, you were right.JW: I was right? Right about what?SH: The police dont consult amateurs.JW: That.was amazing.SH: Do you think so? JW: Of course it was. It was extraordinary, it was quite extraordinary.SH: Thats not what people normally say.JW: What do people normally say?SH: Piss off!SH: Did I get anything wrong?JW: Harry and me dont get on, never have, Clara and Harry split up three months ago and theyre getting a divorce, and Harry is a drinker.SH: Spot on, then. I didnt expect to be right about everything.JW: Harrys short for Harriet.SH: Harrys your sister.JW: Look, what exactly am I supposed to be doing here?SH: Sister!JW: No - seriously, what am I doing here?SH: Theres always something.D: Hello, freak! SH: Im here to see Detective Inspector Lestrade.D: Why?SH: I was invited.D: Why?SH: I think he wants me to take a look.D: Well, you know what I think, dont you? SH: Always Sally. I even know you didnt make it home last night.D: I dont. Whos this?SH: Colleague of mine, Dr Watson. Dr Watson, Sergeant Sally Donovan. Old friend.D: A colleague(?) How do YOU get a colleague? Did he follow you home?JW: Would it be better if I just waited. SH: No.D: Freaks here. Bringing him in.SH: Ah, Anderson. Here we are again.Anderson (A): Its a crime scene. I dont want it contaminated. Are we clear on that?SH: Quite clear. And is your wife away for long?A: Oh, dont pretend you worked that out. Somebody told you that.SH: Your deodorant told me that.A: My deodorant?SH: Its for men.A: Well, of course its for men - Im wearing it.SH: Sos Sergeant Donovan. Ooh. I think it just vaporised. May I go in?A: Whatever youre trying to imply.SH: Im not implying anything. Im sure Sally came round for a nice little chat, and just happened to stay over. And I assume she scrubbed your floors, going by the state of her knees.Youll need to wear one of these.L: Whos this?SH: Hes with me.L: But who is he?SH: I said hes with me.JW: Arent you going to put one on?SH: So where are we? L: Upstairs. L: I can give you two minutes.SH: May need longer.L: Her names Jennifer Wilson according to her credit cards, were running them now for contact details. Hasnt been here long. Some kids found her.SH: Shut up.L: I didnt say anything.SH: You were thinking. Its annoying.L: Got anything?SH: Not much.L: Shes German. Rache. Its German for revenge. She could be trying to tell us something.SH: Yes, thank you for your input.L: So shes German? SH: Of course shes not. Shes from out of town though. Intended to stay in London for one night before returning home to Cardiff. So far, so obvious.JW: Sorry - obvious?L: What about the message though?SH: Dr Watson, what do you think?JW: Of the message?SH: Of the body. Youre a medical man.L: We have a whole team right outside.SH: They wont work with me.L: Im breaking every rule letting YOU in here.SH: Yes.because you need me.L: Yes, I do. God help me.SH: Dr Watson! JW: Hm?L: Oh, do as he says. Help yourself. Anderson, keep everyone out for a couple of minutes.JW: Well? What am I doing here?SH: Helping me make a point.JW: Im supposed to be helping you pay the rent.SH: This is more fun.JW: Fun? Theres a woman lying dead.SH: Perfectly sound analysis, but I WAS hoping youd go deeper.JW: Yeah. Asphyxiation, probably. Passed out, choked on her own vomit. Cant smell any alcohol on her. It could have been a seizure. Possibly drugs.SH: You know what it was, youve read the papers.JW: Well, shes one of the suicides. The fourth.?L: Sherlock - two minutes, I said, I need anything you got.SH: Victim is in her late 30s. Professional person, going by her clothes - Im guessing the media, going by the frankly alarming shade of pink. Travelled from Cardiff today intending to stay in London one night from the size of her suitcase.L: Suitcase? SH: Yes. Shes been married at least ten years, but not happily. Shes had a string of lovers but none of them knew she was married.L: Oh, for Gods sake, if youre just making this up.SH: Her wedding ring. Ten years old at least. The rest of her jewellery has been regularly cleaned, but not her wedding ring. The inside is shinier than the outside. The only polishing it gets is when she works it off her finger. Its not for work, look at her nails. She doesnt work with her hands so who DOES she remove her rings for? Not ONE lover, shed never sustain the fiction of being single for that long so more likely a string of them.JW: Brilliant. Sorry.L: Cardiff?SH: Its obvious, isnt it?JW: Its not obvious to me.SH: Dear God, what is it like in your funny little brains, it must be so boring. Her coat - its slightly damp, shes been in heavy rain the last few hours - no rain anywhere in London in that time. Under her coat collar is damp too. Shes turned it up against the wind. Shes got an umbrella in her pocket but its dry and unused. Not just wind, strong wind - too strong to use her umbrella. We know from her suitcase that she was intending to stay overnight but she cant have travelled more than two or three hours because her coat still hasnt dried. So - where has there been heavy rain and strong wind within the radius of that travel time? Cardiff.JW: Fantastic.SH: Do you know you do that out loud?JW: Sorry, Ill shut up.SH: No, its.fine.L: Why do you keep saying suitcase?SH: Yes, where is it? She must have had a phone or an organiser. Find out who Ra