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(Sherlock smiles in agreement.)
MYCROFT (to John): It’s not the only copy.
JOHN: Oh.
MYCROFT: But it is secret. And missing.
JOHN: Top secret?
MYCROFT: Very. We think West must have taken the memory stick. We can’t possibly risk it
falling into the wrong hands.
(He turns back to his brother.)
MYCROFT: You’ve got to find those plans, Sherlock. Don’t make me order you.
(Breathing in sharply through his nose, Sherlock raises the violin to his shoulder, ready to play.
He looks calmly at his brother.)
SHERLOCK: I’d like to see you try.
MYCROFT (leaning down to him a little in an attempt to look more threatening): Think it over.
(Sherlock stares back at him, unimpressed. Mycroft turns and walks over to John, offering him
his hand to shake.)
MYCROFT: Goodbye, John.
(Politely, John stands and shakes his hand. Mycroft smiles at him creepily.)
MYCROFT: See you very soon.
(John tries not to look nervous. As Mycroft heads back towards the chair to pick up his coat,
Sherlock begins to repeatedly play a short irritating sequence of notes. John frowns across to
him but Sherlock continues to play until Mycroft has left the room and is on the stairs.
Grimacing in the direction of his brother’s back, Sherlock finishes his playing and lowers the
violin, still looking annoyed. John sits back down on the coffee table and waits until Mycroft has
reached the ground floor and is out of earshot before he speaks.)
JOHN: Why’d you lie?
(Sherlock looks across to him as the front door bangs shut.)
JOHN: You’ve got nothing on – not a single case. That’s why the wall took a pounding. Why did
you tell your brother you were busy?
SHERLOCK (shrugging): Why shouldn’t I?
JOHN: Oh! (He nods.) Oh, I see.
(Sherlock’s eyes drift in his direction but he doesn’t actually look at him.)
JOHN: Sibling rivalry. Now we’re getting somewhere.
(Sherlock turns and opens his mouth but before he can deny everything his phone starts to
ring. He irritably whips his bow down again, puts it on the seat beside him and fishes his phone
out of his jacket pocket.)
SHERLOCK (into phone): Sherlock Holmes.
(He listens for a moment, then his expression intensifies.)
SHERLOCK: Of course. How could I refuse?
(Standing up and switching off the phone as he puts his violin onto the seat, he heads for the
door.)
SHERLOCK: Lestrade. I’ve been summoned. Coming?
JOHN: If you want me to.
SHERLOCK: Of course.
(Picking up his Coat, he turns back to him.)
SHERLOCK: I’d be lost without my blogger.

After a taxi ride during which, bizarrely, Sherlock has briefly changed into a white shirt [and
your transcriber smacks the editors], the boys arrive at New Scotland Yard and are following
Detective Inspector Lestrade across the general office towards his office.
LESTRADE: You like the funny cases, don’t you? The surprising ones.
SHERLOCK: Obviously.
LESTRADE: You’ll love this. That explosion ...
SHERLOCK (briefly exchanging glares with Detective Sergeant Donovan as he walks past her
desk): Gas leak, yes?
LESTRADE: No.
SHERLOCK: No?
LESTRADE: No. Made to look like one.
JOHN: What?
(By now they’re in Lestrade’s office and Sherlock stops and stares down at a white envelope
lying on a desk.)

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)