"I'm gonna rewind the film back a little." Mycroft states.
SHERLOCK: Who cares about decent? The game, Mrs Hudson, is on!
(He walks out onto the street and hails an approaching black cab.)
SHERLOCK: Taxi!
The taxi pulls up alongside and he and John get in, then the car drives off again and heads for Brixton. The boys sit in silence for a long time while Sherlock sits with his eyes fixed on his smartphone and John keeps stealing nervous glances at him. Finally Sherlock lowers his phone.
SHERLOCK: Okay, you've got questions.
JOHN: Yeah, where are we going?
SHERLOCK: Crime scene. Next?
"That was a dumb question." Lestrade scoffs at John.
"I was just put into Sherlock's life in a span of one day, can you blame me for not catching up right away?" John says.
"Eh, yes I can actaully." Lestrade grins.
JOHN: Who are you? What do you do?
SHERLOCK: What do you think?
JOHN (slowly, hesitantly): I'd say private detective ...
SHERLOCK: But?
JOHN: ... but the police don't go to private detectives.
SHERLOCK: I'm a consulting detective. Only one in the world. I invented the job.
JOHN: What does that mean?
SHERLOCK: It means when the police are out of their depth, which is always, they consult me.
"Sherlock! You can't go around telling people that!" Lestrade scolds.
"Trying to get us fired freak!?" Donovan screams towards Sherlock.
Sherlcok slowly states, "I have a wonderful solution.... why don't you just do your job better? Then I wouldn't need to say it!" Sherlcok screamed back.
"Wha-"
Mycroft interrupts. "Let's just get back to the film."
Mycroft hits play and starts the film again.
JOHN: The police don't consult amateurs.
(Sherlock throws him a look.)
SHERLOCK: When I met you for the first time yesterday, I said, "Afghanistan or Iraq?" You looked surprised.
JOHN: Yes, how did you know?
SHERLOCK: I didn't know, I saw. Your haircut, the way you hold yourself, says military. But your conversation as you entered the room ...
(Flashback to the lab at Bart's)
JOHN (looking around the lab): Bit different from my day.
SHERLOCK: ... said trained at Bart's, so Army doctor – obvious. Your face is tanned but no tan above the wrists. You've been abroad, but not sunbathing. Your limp's really bad when you walk but you don't ask for a chair when you stand, like you've forgotten about it, so it's 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.
(He loudly clicks the 'k' sound at the end of the final word.)
JOHN: You said I had a therapist.
SHERLOCK: You've got a psychosomatic limp – of course you've got a therapist. Then there's your brother.
JOHN: Hmm?
SHERLOCK (holding out his hand): Your phone. It's expensive, e-mail enabled, MP3 player, but you're looking for a flatshare – you wouldn't waste money on this. It's a gift, then.
"Bloody hell, how much of that did he get right?" Lestrade asked.
John chuckles at the question. "Oh trust me you'll find out."
(By now John has given him the phone and he turns it over and looks at it again as he talks.)
SHERLOCK: Scratches. Not one, many over time. It's been in the same pocket as keys and coins. The man sitting next to me wouldn't treat his one luxury item like this, so it's had a previous owner. Next bit's easy. You know it already.
JOHN: The engraving.
(We see that engraved on the back of the phone are the words
YOU ARE READING
Into The Near Future
FanficAfter Sherlock's supposed 'death' his friends all come together to watch Sherlock Holmes and John Watson's incredible life story.... they all soon realize the secrets Sherlock has kept and get to talk to Sherlock themselves.
