SUMMARY: When John first meets Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock only guesses about John's sister, Harry. What the famous consulting detective failed to notice is that John has a younger sister by the name of Skylar. However when Sherlock meets the younge...
(ST BARTHOLOMEW'S HOSPITAL MORGUE. Sherlock Holmes unzips the body bag lying on the table and peers at the corpse inside. He sniffs.)
Sherlock: How fresh?
(Pathologist Molly Hooper walks over.)
Molly: Just in. Sixty-seven, natural causes. He used to work here. I knew him. He was nice.
(Zipping up the bag, Sherlock straightens, turns to her and smiles falsely.)
Sherlock: Fine. We'll start with the riding crop.
(Shortly afterwards the body has been removed from the bag and is lying on its back on the table. In the observation room next door, Molly watches and flinches while Sherlock flogs the body repeatedly and violently with a riding crop, but her face is also full of admiration. She walks back into the room and as he finishes and straightens up, breathless, she goes over to him.)
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Molly (jokingly): So, bad day, was it?
Sherlock (ignoring her banter as he gets out a notebook and starts writing in it): I need to know what bruises form in the next twenty minutes. A man's alibi depends on it. Text me.
Molly: Listen, I was wondering: maybe later, when you're finished ...
(Sherlock glances across to her as he is writing, then does a double-take and frowns at her.)
Sherlock: Are you wearing lipstick? You weren't wearing lipstick before.
Molly (nervously): I, er, I refreshed it a bit.
(She smiles at him flirtatiously. He gives her a long oblivious look, then goes back to writing in his notebook.)
Sherlock: Sorry, you were saying?
Molly (gazing at him intently): I was wondering if you'd like to have coffee.
(Sherlock puts away his notebook.)
Sherlock: Black, two sugars, please. I'll be upstairs.
(He walks away.)
Molly: ... Okay.
(BART'S LAB. Sherlock is standing at the far end of the lab using a pipette to squeeze a few drops of liquid onto a Petri dish. Mike knocks on the door and brings John in with him. Sherlock glances across at them briefly before looking at his work again. John limps into the room, looking around at all the equipment.)
John: Well, bit different from my day.
Mike (chuckling): You've no idea!
Sherlock (sitting down): Mike, can I borrow your phone? There's no signal on mine.
