211B Baker St.

rubbish                      [rΛbiʃ]                        쓰레기

cuppa                         [kΛpə, -pər]               한 잔의 차, 홍차

decent                        [díːsnt]                    알맞은, 기품 있는, 친절한

scuff                           [skʌf]                         닳다, 발로 비비다, 닳게vt

shaky                         [ʃéiki]                         흔들리는, 떨리는

sober                         [sóubər]                     금주하고 있는, 침착한

Sherlock Holmes: Hello.

John Watson: Ah – Mr. Holmes.

Sherlock Holmes: Sherlock, please.

John Watson: Well, isn’t it a prime spot? Must be expensive.

Sherlock Holmes: Mrs. Hudson, the landlady -she's given me a special deal. Owes me a favour. A few years back, her husband got himself sentenced to death in Florida. I was able to help out.

John Watson: Sorry – you stopped her husband being executed?

Sherlock Holmes: Oh, no, I ensured it.

Mrs. Hudson: Sherlock!

Sherlock Holmes: Mrs. Hudson, Dr. John Watson.

Mrs. Hudson: Hello. Come in.

John Watson: Thank you.

Sherlock Holmes: Shall we...?

John Watson: Well, this could be very nice. Very nice indeed.

Sherlock Holmes: Yes. Yes, I think so, my thoughts precisely.

TOGETHER: So I went straight ahead and moved in. Soon as we get all this rubbish cleaned out...

John Watson: So this is all...

Sherlock Holmes: Well, obviously I can erm...straighten things up a bit.

John Watson: That's a skull.

Sherlock Holmes: Friend of mine. When I say friend...

Mrs. Hudson: What do you think, then, Dr. Watson? There's another bedroom upstairs, if you'll be needing two bedrooms.

John Watson: Of course we'll be needing two.

Mrs. Hudson: Oh, don't worry, there's all sorts round here. Mrs. Turner next door's got (married ones). Oh...Sherlock! The mess you've made.

John Watson: I looked you up on the internet last night.

Sherlock Holmes: Anything interesting?

John Watson: Found your website. The Science of Deduction.

Sherlock Holmes: What did you think?

John Watson: You said you could identify a software designer by his tie and an airline pilot by his left thumb?

Sherlock Holmes: Yes. And I can read your military career in your face and your leg, and your brother's drinking habits on your mobile phone.

John Watson: How?

Mrs. Hudson: What about these suicides then, Sherlock? I thought that'd be right up your street.

Three exactly the same.

Sherlock Holmes: Four. There's been a fourth. And there's something different this time.

Mrs. Hudson: A fourth?

Sherlock Holmes: Where?

Lestrade: Brixton, Lauriston Gardens.

Sherlock Holmes: What's new about this one? You wouldn't have come to get me if there wasn’t something different.

Lestrade: You know how they never leave notes?

Sherlock Holmes: Yeah.

Lestrade: This one did. Will you come?

Sherlock Holmes: Who's on forensics?

Lestrade: Anderson.

Sherlock Holmes: He doesn't work well with me.

Lestrade: Well, he won't be your assistant.

Sherlock Holmes: I NEED an assistant.

Lestrade: Will you come?

Sherlock Holmes: Not in a police car, I'll be right behind.

Lestrade: Thank you.

Sherlock Holmes: Brilliant! Yes! Four serial suicides, and now a note. Oh, it's Christmas. Mrs. Hudson, I'll be late. Might need some food.

Mrs. Hudson: I'm your landlady, dear, not your housekeeper.

Sherlock Holmes: Something cold will do. John, have a cup of tea, make yourself at home. Don't wait up!

Mrs. Hudson: Look at him, dashing about... My husband was just the same. But you're more the sitting-down type, I can tell. I'll make you that cuppa, you rest your leg.

John Watson: Damn my leg! Sorry, I'm so sorry - It's just sometimes this bloody thing...

Mrs. Hudson: I understand, dear, I've got a hip.

John Watson: Cup of tea'd be lovely. Thank you.

Mrs. Hudson: Just this once, dear, I'm not your housekeeper.

John Watson: Couple of biscuits too, if you've got 'em.

Mrs. Hudson: Not your housekeeper!

Sherlock Holmes: You're a doctor. Actually, an Army doctor.

John Watson: Yes.

Sherlock Holmes: Any good?

John Watson: Very good.

Sherlock Holmes: Seen a lot of injuries, then. Violent deaths.

John Watson: Well, yes.

Sherlock Holmes: Bit of trouble too, I bet?

John Watson: Of course. Yes. Enough for a lifetime, far too much.

Sherlock Holmes: Want to see some more?

John Watson: Oh, God, yes.

John Watson: Sorry Mrs. Hudson, I'll skip the tea. Off out.

Mrs. Hudson: Both of you?

Sherlock Holmes: Impossible suicides? Four of them? No point sitting at home when there's finally something fun going on!

Mrs. Hudson: Look at you, all happy. It's not decent.

Sherlock Holmes: Who cares about decent? The game, Mrs. Hudson, is on! Taxi!

 

Sherlock Holmes: OK, You've got questions...

John Watson: Yeah, where are we going?

Sherlock Holmes: Crime scene. Next?

John Watson: Who are you, what do you do?

Sherlock Holmes: What do you think?

John Watson: I'd say...private detective.

Sherlock Holmes: But?

John Watson: But the police don't go to private detectives.

Sherlock Holmes: I'm a consulting detective. Only one in the world, I invented the job.

John Watson: What does that mean?

Sherlock Holmes: Means when the police are out of their depth, which is always, they consult me.

John Watson: The police don't consult amateurs.

Sherlock Holmes: When I met you for the first time yesterday, I said Afghanistan or Iraq. You looked surprised.

John Watson: Yes, how did you know?

Sherlock Holmes: I didn't know, I saw. Your haircut, the way you hold yourself says military. But your conversation as you entered the room, 'Bit different from my day.’ ..said trained at Barts -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 forgot 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.

John Watson: You said I had a therapist.

Sherlock Holmes: You've got a psychosomatic limp, of course you've got a therapist. Then there's your brother.

John Watson: Mm?

Sherlock Holmes: Your phone. It's expensive, e-mail enabled, MP3 player. And you're looking for a flatshare. You wouldn't waste money on this - it's a gift, then. 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 Watson: The engraving?

Sherlock Holmes: Harry Watson. Clearly a family member who's given you his old phone. Not your father, this is a young man's gadget. Could be a cousin, but you're a war hero who can't find a place to live - unlikely you've got an extended family, certainly not one you're close to. So brother it is. Now, Clara. Who’s Clara? Three kisses says it's a romantic attachment. The expense of the phone says wife, not girlfriend. Must have given it to him recently, this model's only six months old. Marriage in trouble then -six months on he's just given it away. If she'd left HIM, he would have kept it. People do, Sentiment. No, he wanted rid of it. He left HER. He gave the phone to you, that says he wants you to stay in touch.

You're looking for cheap accommodation, but you're not going to your brother for help - that says you've got problems with him. Maybe you liked his wife, maybe you don't like his drinking.

John Watson: How can you possibly know about the drinking?

Sherlock Holmes: Shot in the dark. Good one, though. Power connection -tiny little scuff marks around the edge of it. Every night he goes to plug it in to charge but his hands are shaking. You never see those marks on a sober man's phone, never see a drunk's without them. There you go, see you were right.

John Watson: I was right? Right about what?

Sherlock Holmes: The police don't consult amateurs.

John Watson: That...was amazing.

Sherlock Holmes: Do you think so?

John Watson: Of course it was. It was extraordinary, it was quite extraordinary.

Sherlock Holmes: That's not what people normally say.

John Watson: What do people normally say?

Sherlock Holmes: Piss off!