— You need to see him, John. You need to help him!
— Nope.
— He needs you!
— Somebody else. Not me. Not now.
— Now, you just listen to me for once in your stupid life. I know Mary's dead and I know your heart is broken. But if Sherlock Holmes dies too, who'll you have then? Because I'll tell you something, John Watson. You will not have me.
— Have you spoken to Mycroft, Molly, anyone?
— They don't matter, you do. Would you just see him, please, John? Or just take a look at him as a doctor? I know you'd change your mind if you did.
— Yeah, look. Okay. Maybe, if I get a chance.
— Do you promise?
— I'll try if I'm in the area.
— Promise me?
— I promise.
— Thank you.
[opens the trunk where Holmes is lying]
— Well, I've got some news.
— Oh, God, is it serious?
— What? No, no, I'm not ill. I'm, well... I'm moving on.
— You're emigrating?
— Nope. Er, no... I have met someone.
— Oh! Ah, lovely!
— Yeah. We're getting married. Well, I'm going to ask, anyway.
— So soon after Sherlock?
— Hmm, well, yes.
— What's his name?
— It's a woman.
— A woman?!
— Of course it's a woman.
— I'll make you that cuppa, you rest your leg.
— Damn my leg! Sorry, I'm so sorry. It's just sometimes this bloody thing...
— I understand, dear, I've got a hip.
— Cup of tea'd be lovely. Thank you.
— Just this once, dear, I'm not your housekeeper.
— Couple of biscuits too, if you've got them.
— Not your housekeeper!
— If you ever think I'm becoming a bit full of myself, cocky or overconfident...
— Yes?
— Will you just say the word, "Norbury" to me? Would you?
— Norbury?
— Just that. I'd be very grateful.
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