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(He turns and leads John away. Lestrade watches them, still reeling at all the information that
he has just been given. Sherlock clenches his fists triumphantly at his sides as he goes.)
SHERLOCK: I am on fire!

221B. Sitting at the living room table in their coats – presumably because the heating still can’t
be turned on nor the fire lit after the ‘gas leak’ (and because the windows are still broken and
boarded up) – Sherlock types a new message onto The Science of Deduction:

Congratulations to Ian Monkford on his relocation to Colombia.

He sends the message. A few seconds later another ‘blocked’ phone call comes in on the pink
phone lying on the table beside the computer. Sherlock switches on the speaker.)
YOUNG MAN (tearfully, over speaker): He says you can come and fetch me. Help. Help me,
please.
(Shortly afterwards, police officers are running towards the young man from all directions. In
221B, Sherlock looks up at John and smiles. And then they dun sex. *shrugs* Well, you never
know.)

MORNING. The boys are sitting opposite each other at a table in a café (not Speedy’s). John is
tucking into a cooked breakfast and has a mug of tea in front of him while Sherlock is
drumming his fingers impatiently on the table waiting for the pink phone – which is lying on the
table – to ring.
SHERLOCK: Feeling better?
JOHN: Mmm. You realise we’ve hardly stopped for breath since this thing started?
(He eats another forkful of food, then looks thoughtful.)
JOHN: Has it occurred to you ...?
SHERLOCK: Probably.
JOHN: No – has it occurred to you that the bomber’s playing a game with you? The envelope;
breaking into the other flat; the dead kid’s shoes – it’s all meant for you.
SHERLOCK (smiling slightly): Yes, I know.
JOHN: Is it him, then? Moriarty?
SHERLOCK: Perhaps.
(The pink phone beeps a message alert. Sherlock switches it on and it sounds two short
Greenwich pips followed by the longer tone, and a photograph of a smiling middle-aged woman
appears on the screen.)
SHERLOCK: That could be anybody.
JOHN: Well, it could be, yeah. Lucky for you, I’ve been more than a little unemployed.
SHERLOCK: How d’you mean?
JOHN: Lucky for you, Mrs Hudson and I watch far too much telly.
(He stands up and walks over to the counter. Smiling at the woman behind the counter, he
picks up a remote control and switches on the small television hung on the wall. He changes
channels a couple of times until he finds what he wants. The woman from the photograph is on
the screen, partway through her make-over show. She is gesturing to someone just offscreen.)
CONNIE: Thank you, Tyra! Doesn’t she look lovely, everybody, now?
(The pink phone rings.)
CONNIE: Anyway, speaking of silk purses and sows’ ears ...
(Sherlock picks up the phone and holds it to his ear.)
SHERLOCK: Hello?
(An old woman speaks tremulously in a Yorkshire accent.)
OLD WOMAN: This one ... is a bit ... defective. Sorry.
(We see a close-up of the woman, who is wearing an earpiece.)
OLD WOMAN: She’s blind. This is ... a funny one.
(John walks back to the table. At the old woman’s location, the camera pulls out to show that
she too is strapped to a bomb. Wearing a warm dressing gown and sitting up in bed she is
holding a phone to the ear which doesn’t have the earpiece in and she is staring blankly ahead
of herself as she narrates the words being spoken through the earpiece.)
OLD WOMAN: I’ll give you ... twelve hours.
(Sherlock looks at John as he sits down.)
SHERLOCK (into phone): Why are you doing this?
OLD WOMAN: I like ... to watch you ... dance.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)