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(He jerks a finger towards the screen and Sherlock looks up to see Raoul de Santos being
bundled out of Kenny’s house by police officers. The press are there and are shoving each other
as they struggle to get close to Raoul and take photographs while interviewers shout questions.
The headline on the screen reads: “Connie Prince: man arrested.” Raoul is shoved into the back
of a police car. John looks round at Sherlock, who is looking down at the pink phone.)
SHERLOCK: Taking his time this time.
(John looks away, clearing his throat uncomfortably. On the TV, the camera is focussing on
Kenny who is standing at the window of his house, holding Sekhmet in his arms and watching
the chaos outside.)
JOHN: Anything on the Carl Powers case?
SHERLOCK: Nothing. All the living classmates check out spotless. No connection.
JOHN: Maybe the killer was older than Carl?
SHERLOCK: The thought had occurred.
JOHN: So why’s he doing this, then – playing this game with you? D’you think he wants to be
caught?
(Sherlock presses his fingertips together in front of his mouth and smiles slightly.)
SHERLOCK: I think he wants to be distracted.
(John laughs humourlessly, gets out of his chair and heads towards the kitchen.)
JOHN: I hope you’ll be very happy together.
SHERLOCK: Sorry, what?
(John turns back, furious, and leans his hands on the back of his chair.)
JOHN: There are lives at stake, Sherlock – actual human lives... Just – just so I know, do you
care about that at all?
SHERLOCK (irritably): Will caring about them help save them?
JOHN: Nope.
SHERLOCK: Then I’ll continue not to make that mistake.
JOHN: And you find that easy, do you?
SHERLOCK: Yes, very. Is that news to you?
JOHN: No. (He smiles bitterly.) No.
(They lock eyes for a moment.)
SHERLOCK: I’ve disappointed you.
JOHN (still smiling angrily as he points at him sarcastically): That’s good – that’s a good
deduction, yeah.
SHERLOCK: Don’t make people into heroes, John. Heroes don’t exist, and if they did, I wouldn’t
be one of them.
(They stare at each other for a second but then the pink phone sounds a message alert.)
SHERLOCK: Excellent!
(He picks up the phone and activates it. The phone sounds one short pip and the long tone, and
a photograph appears showing a river bank.)
SHERLOCK: View of the Thames. South Bank – somewhere between Southwark Bridge and
Waterloo.
(He reaches into his jacket for his own phone.)
SHERLOCK: You check the papers; I’ll look online ...
(He looks up and sees that John is standing with his hands braced on the back of his chair and
his head lowered.)
SHERLOCK: Oh, you’re angry with me, so you won’t help.
(John raises his head and shrugs.)
SHERLOCK: Not much cop, this caring lark.
(He loudly clicks the ‘k’ on the last word. Your transcriber blissfully falls off her chair. Sherlock
dismisses John from his mind and begins a search on his phone:

Search:
Thames
+ High Tide
+ Riverside

John stares at him for a moment, then straightens up as he perhaps begins to realise that his
friend is never going to change. Sherlock continues his online search, totally focussed on his
work and oblivious to the emotional trauma which his flatmate is going through. After a while
John sniffs, then walks across the room towards the sofa. Sherlock switches to a search for

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)