Sherlock, Series 1

Sherlock Holmes:
[Unzips a body-bag, smiles at what he sees] How fresh?

Molly Hooper:
Just in, 67, natural causes. He used to work here. I knew him, he was nice.

Sherlock:
Fine. We'll start with the riding crop.

[Cut to Sherlock vigorously beating the dead body with a riding crop. He stops suddenly.]

Molly:
Bad day was it?

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

Molly:
I, uh, I refreshed it a bit.

Sherlock:
[beat] Sorry. You were saying?

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

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

[Sherlock leaves the room]

Molly:
...Okay.