Um, David, this is Sherlock.
Um, yeah, we've um... We've met.
So, what exactly are my duties as an usher?
Let's talk about Mary first.
Sorry, what?
Well, I think you know what. You went out with her for two years.
Er, ages ago. We're... We're just good friends now.
Is that a fact?
Whenever she tweets, you respond within five minutes,
regardless of time or current location,
suggesting you have her on text alert.
In your Facebook photographs of the happy couple,
Mary takes centre frame,
whereas John is always partly or entirely excluded.
Well, you can't assume from
that I've still got some kind of interest in Mary...
You volunteered to be a shoulder to cry on
on no less than three separate occasions.
Do you have anything to say in your defence?
I think from now on, we'll downgrade you to casual acquaintance.
No more than three planned social encounters a year
and always in John's presence.
I have your contact details. I will be monitoring.
They're right about you. You're a bloody psychopath.
High functioning sociopath, with your number.
Hello. Darling. Thank you.