Sherlock if we got the ending we wanted.
(Somewhere in London, right after itâs stoped raining in the early morning. Itâs still dark out but the sun is just barely starting to rise)
Sherlock: you canât keep putting yourself in danger! I canât lose you.
John: Arenât you the one who died?
Sherlock: not the point John.
John: I think thatâs exactly the point.
(Pans out to both of them including their reflections in a huge puddle. Thereâs pinkish lights coming from a store as the sun continues to rise)
Sherlock: no itâs not. Youâre more important, youâre-
John: Iâm what Sherlock?
(Pan to both of them again. John looks confused)
Sherlock: YOURE EVERYTHING JOHN WHAT DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?
Sherlock: YOURE EVERYTHING! EVERYTHING TO ME!
(The sun is peaking out between the buildings, everything is bathed in a warm pink light)
John: *starts to laugh manically*
Sherlock: what funny about this?
John: haha good one Sherlock. You almost got me. Thereâs no WAY you want ME back.
Sherlock: *a look of painful understanding crosses his face*
Sherlock: no John Iâm not joking with you.
Sherlock: I DONT KNOWHOW TO BE ANYMORE CLEAR JOHN! YOU ARE EVERYTHING TO ME!
John: you could try âI love youâ
Sherlock: now thatâs a bit boring isnât it?
(Pan to both of them smiling as the sun breaks over the rooftops. Then they walk to eachother and kiss)