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SHAN: Without you – without your assistance – we would not have found passage into London.
You have my thanks.
(The other person’s response appears typed on the screen:

M: GRATITUDE IS MEANINGLESS
M: IT IS ONLY THE EXPECTATION OF FURTHER FAVOURS

The computer beeps to indicate that the message has finished.)
SHAN: We did not anticipate ... we did not know this man would come – this Sherlock Holmes.
(Her face fills with concern.)
SHAN: And now your safety is compromised.
(The computer beeps and new text appears:

M: THEY CANNOT TRACE THIS BACK TO ME

The computer beeps.)
SHAN (sincerely): I will not reveal your identity.
(The computer beeps.)

M: I AM CERTAIN.

(The computer beeps. Unseen by Shan, the red light of a rifle’s laser sight appears in the centre
of her forehead. Our view of the scene fades to black, and then a single gunshot rings out as we
hear the sound of the bullet smashing through the window opposite en route to its target.)

The Great Game

MINSK, BELARUS. In a prison visitors’ room, Sherlock – wearing the Coat with a fur collar
attached – is sitting at one of the many tables in the room. Sitting at the other side of the table
is Barry ‘Bezza’ Berwick, a young Englishman who is wearing an orange jumpsuit and who is
obviously a prison inmate. With the exception of a uniformed guard who stands some distance
away, they are the only people in the room. It’s very cold in the room, as signified by their
steaming breath when they speak. Sherlock sounds bored.
SHERLOCK: Just tell me what happened, from the beginning.
BERWICK: We’d been to a bar – a nice place – and, er, I got chattin’ with one of the waitresses,
and Karen weren’t ’appy with that, so ... when we get back to the ’otel, we end up havin’ a bit
of a ding-dong, don’t we?
(Sherlock sighs out a deliberate and noisy breath.)
BERWICK: She was always gettin’ at me, sayin’ I weren’t a real man.
SHERLOCK: Wasn’t a real man.
BERWICK: What?
SHERLOCK: It’s not “weren’t”; it’s “wasn’t.”
BERWICK: Oh.
SHERLOCK: Go on.
BERWICK: Well, then I dunno how it happened, but suddenly there’s a knife in my hands. And,
you know, me old man was a butcher, so I know how to handle knives.
(Sherlock’s gaze lowers to look at Barry’s hands which are resting on the table.)
BERWICK: He learned us how to cut up a beast.
SHERLOCK: “Taught.”
BERWICK (starting to get angry): What?
SHERLOCK: Taught you how to cut up a beast.
BERWICK: Yeah, well, then-then I done it.
SHERLOCK: “Did it.”
BERWICK (losing his temper): Did it! Stabbed ’er ... (he repeatedly slams his hand down on the
table) ... over and over and over, and I looked down and she weren’t ...
(Sighing out a loud breath through his nose, Sherlock turns his head away. Getting control of
his temper, Barry immediately corrects himself.)
BERWICK: ... wasn’t movin’ no more.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)