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travels over the device and her neck, suggesting that a sniper is aiming at her from some
distance away.)
WOMAN: ... or I’m going ... to be ... so naughty.
(The phone goes dead and the woman looks down at the bomb and the laser light, and sobs in
despair.)

ST BARTHOLOMEW’S HOSPITAL. Sherlock has brought the trainers to a lab and is putting on a
pair of latex gloves while he looks closely at them. He picks them up, examines the laces
carefully and peers at the shoes from all directions, then digs out dried mud from the treads in
the soles and puts it into a dish. Putting the shoes down again, he looks at them thoughtfully.

Later, he is sitting at a bench looking into a microscope while, beside him, a computer screen
shows that a scanner of some sort is running tests. John is wandering up and down on the other
side of the bench.
JOHN: So, who d’you suppose it was?
(A phone trills a text alert.)
SHERLOCK (absently, not reacting to the alert): Hmm?
JOHN: The woman on the phone – the crying woman.
SHERLOCK: Oh, she doesn’t matter. She’s just a hostage. No lead there.
JOHN (exasperated): For God’s sake, I wasn’t thinking about leads.
SHERLOCK: You’re not going to be much use to her.
(He glances across to the scanner as it continues throwing up “NO MATCH” results, then looks
back into the microscope.)
JOHN: Are-are they trying to trace it, trace the call?
SHERLOCK: The bomber’s too smart for that.
(The same phone as before trills another text alert.)
SHERLOCK: Pass me my phone.
(John looks around the room.)
JOHN: Where is it?
SHERLOCK: Jacket.
(John straightens up slowly, his entire body going rigid in disbelief and his eyes broadcasting
the message “I am going to kill him.” Turning to his right, he marches stiffly around the table,
slams one hand onto Sherlock’s left shoulder and roughly pulls open his jacket with the other as
he starts to rummage in his inside pocket.)
SHERLOCK (angrily, still not looking up): Careful.
(John just about holds onto his temper and pulls out the phone and looks at it.)
JOHN: Text from your brother.
SHERLOCK: Delete it.
JOHN: Delete it?
SHERLOCK: Missile plans are out of the country now. Nothing we can do about it.
(John looks at the message again, which reads:

RE: BRUCE-PARTINGTON PLANS
Any progress on Andrew
West’s death?
Mycroft

JOHN: Well, Mycroft thinks there is. He’s texted you eight times. Must be important.
(Sherlock raises his head in exasperation.)
SHERLOCK: Then why didn’t he cancel his dental appointment?
JOHN (sighing tiredly): His what?
SHERLOCK: Mycroft never texts if he can talk. Look, Andrew West stole the missile plans, tried
to sell them, got his head smashed in for his pains. End of story. The only mystery is this: why
is my brother so determined to bore me when somebody else is being so delightfully
interesting?
(He looks back into the microscope again.)
JOHN (switching off the phone): Try and remember there’s a woman here who might die.
SHERLOCK: What for?
(He looks up at John.)
SHERLOCK: This hospital’s full of people dying, Doctor. Why don’t you go and cry by their
bedside and see what good it does them?

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)