Sherlock Holmes Page #8

Watson takes a blood pressure cuff off CAPTAIN PHILIPS,

an OLDER GENTLEMAN who sports an array of medals. The

room is a tribute to military and medical order -- all is

neat and tidy, everything in its place.

WATSON:

71 over 104... very good, Captain.

CAPTAIN PHILIPS:

Me nerves are the best they been

in years, thanks to you.

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Watson is pleased by that.

CAPTAIN PHILIPS:

Tell me something -- your new

offices. There won't be so many

stairs, I hope?

WATSON:

No -- ground floor. And there'll

be a woman's touch, too.

(MORE)

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WATSON (CONT'D)

I think we can start to wean you

off the medicine --

BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG! A dozen GUNSHOTS O.S. Captain

Philips hits the floor, terrified.

Watson suppresses extreme irritation, writes a

prescription on a piece of paper, then helps Captain

Philips to his feet.

WATSON:

Let's give it a little longer,

just to be safe.

(beat)

I'll be right back.

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He heads out, letting his aggravation show once his back

is turned to his patient.

13 INT. 221 BAKER ST. - HALL 13

As Watson exits his apartment and moves down the hall,

MRS. HUDSON, his landlady, shoots up the stairs with the

paper. Her nerves are almost as bad as Captain Philips'.

MRS. HUDSON

(panting)

I won't go in there by myself, not

while he's in this state.

WATSON:

You're not going in at all.

Which is a relief to Mrs. Hudson.

MRS. HUDSON

What will I do when you leave?

He'll burn the house down around

me. What will he do? Couldn't

you have a longer engagement?

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