Sherlock2010

Dr John Watson:
Um, Sergeant Donovan's just been explaining everything. The... two pills. A dreadful business, isn't it? Dreadful.

Sherlock Holmes:
[quietly] Good shot.

Dr John Watson:
Yes, yes must've been... through that window.

Sherlock Holmes:
Well, you'd know. Need to get the powder burns out of your fingers. I don't suppose you'd serve time for this, but let's avoid the court case. Are you all right?

Dr John Watson:
Yes, course I'm all right.

Sherlock Holmes:
Well you have just killed a man.

Dr John Watson:
Yes I...

[pauses]

Dr John Watson:
That's true, isn't it? But he wasn't a very nice man.

Sherlock Holmes:
No. No, he wasn't, really, was he?

Dr John Watson:
No, and, frankly, a bloody awful cabbie.

Sherlock Holmes:
[chuckles with John] That's true. He WAS a bad cabbie. You should have seen the route he took us to get here.

Dr John Watson:
[laughing] Stop. Stop, we can't giggle. It's a crime scene. Stop it.

Sherlock Holmes:
You're the one who shot him. Don't blame me.

Dr John Watson:
Keep your voice down! Sorry, it's just, um, nerves, I think.

Sherlock Holmes:
Sorry.

Dr John Watson:
You were going to take that damn pill, weren't you?

Sherlock Holmes:
Course I wasn't. Biding my time. Knew you'd turn up.

Dr John Watson:
No, you didn't. That's how you get your kicks, isn't it? You risk your life to prove you're clever.

Sherlock Holmes:
Why would I do that?

Dr John Watson:
'Cause you're an idiot.

Sherlock Holmes:
Dinner?

Dr John Watson:
Starving.