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Molly Hooper: So, bad day was it?

Sherlock Holmes: I need to know what bruises form in the next 20 minutes. A man's alibi depends on it. Text me.

Molly Hooper: Listen, I was wondering. Maybe later, when you're finished...

Sherlock Holmes: You're wearing lipstick. You weren't wearing lipstick before.

Molly Hooper: I refreshed it a bit.

Sherlock Holmes: Sorry, you were saying?

Molly Hooper: I was wondering if you'd like to have coffee?

Sherlock Holmes: Black, two sugars, please. I'll be upstairs.

Molly Hooper: OK.

 

John Watson: Bit different from my day.

Mike Stamford: You've no idea.

Sherlock Holmes: Mike, can I borrow your phone? There's no signal on mine.

Mike Stamford: And what's wrong with the landline?

Sherlock Holmes: I prefer to text.

Mike Stamford: Sorry, it's in my coat.

John Watson: Here, use mine.

Sherlock Holmes: Oh, thank you.

Mike Stamford: This is an old friend of mine, John Watson.

Sherlock Holmes: Afghanistan or Iraq?

John Watson: Sorry?

Sherlock Holmes: Which was it, in Afghanistan or Iraq?

John Watson: Afghanistan. Sorry, how did you know?

Sherlock Holmes: Ah! Coffee. Thank you. What happened to the lipstick?

Molly Hooper: It wasn't working for me.

Sherlock Holmes: Really? It was a big improvement. Your mouth's too small now.

Molly Hooper: OK.

Sherlock Holmes: How do you feel about the violin?

John Watson: I'm sorry, what?

Sherlock Holmes: I play the violin when I'm thinking and sometimes I don't talk for days on end. Would that bother you? Potential flatmates should know the worst about each other.

John Watson: You told him about me?

Mike Stamford: Not a word.

John Watson: Who said anything about flatmates?

Sherlock Holmes: 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. Wasn't a difficult leap.