Tiny spoiler for the Sherlock pilot
Aug. 30th, 2010 11:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
It's a lot of fun watching the Sherlock pilot and comparing it with A Study in Pink.
I'm loving how after they're looking at Jennifer Wilson's body, there is a clip of Watson. Looking from street level up to where Sherlock is standing on a roof. Complete with swelling music.
ETA: Wow, the cafe scene is even slashier. John is totally asking Sherlock out.
ETA 2: WOW. That ending was slashy. And Watson. Just.....*hearts Watson*
(just after Lestrade has written down Sherlock's deductions about the killer, probably ex-military)
Lestrade: Oy, Sherlock, still got questions for ya.
Watson: Uh, Inspector Lestrade to my certain knowledge this man hasn't eaten for several days. Now, if you want to rely on him for your next case, what he's going to do right now is have dinner.
Lestrade: Who the hell are you?
Watson: I'm his doctor.
Sherlock: And only a fool argues with his doctor.
Lestrade: Okay, I'll pull you in tomorrow. Off you go.
Watson: Thank you.
(Sherlock and Watson walk away)
Sherlock: So, ran after a cab. Told you that limp was psychosomatic.
Watson: I knew it was.
Sherlock: You did get shot, though?
Watson: Oh yeah, in the shoulder
Sherlock: Ah.
(cut to Lestrade tearing up the sheet of paper he had taken notes of Sherlock's deductions on)
I'm loving how after they're looking at Jennifer Wilson's body, there is a clip of Watson. Looking from street level up to where Sherlock is standing on a roof. Complete with swelling music.
ETA: Wow, the cafe scene is even slashier. John is totally asking Sherlock out.
ETA 2: WOW. That ending was slashy. And Watson. Just.....*hearts Watson*
(just after Lestrade has written down Sherlock's deductions about the killer, probably ex-military)
Lestrade: Oy, Sherlock, still got questions for ya.
Watson: Uh, Inspector Lestrade to my certain knowledge this man hasn't eaten for several days. Now, if you want to rely on him for your next case, what he's going to do right now is have dinner.
Lestrade: Who the hell are you?
Watson: I'm his doctor.
Sherlock: And only a fool argues with his doctor.
Lestrade: Okay, I'll pull you in tomorrow. Off you go.
Watson: Thank you.
(Sherlock and Watson walk away)
Sherlock: So, ran after a cab. Told you that limp was psychosomatic.
Watson: I knew it was.
Sherlock: You did get shot, though?
Watson: Oh yeah, in the shoulder
Sherlock: Ah.
(cut to Lestrade tearing up the sheet of paper he had taken notes of Sherlock's deductions on)