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(She claws at the hand, crying out in muffled panic, and her other hand flails out and drags
several of the sliders down the mixing desk. The footage begins to jump randomly as Cairns’
attacker continues to suffocate her.)
NARRATOR: ... composed mainly of hydrogen. Their light takes so long to reach us ...
(Sherlock and John race into the theatre through another door. As John stops and aims his
pistol towards the attacker, Sherlock yells at the top of his voice.)
SHERLOCK: Golem!
NARRATOR ... many are actually long-dead, exploded into supernovas.
(The Golem looks up, grunts in surprise, then snaps Cairns’ neck and drops her to the floor. Her
fingers drag along the mixing desk and the footage goes into fast-forward again, plunging the
theatre into darkness. The Golem ducks down out of sight.)
SHERLOCK: John!
JOHN: I can’t see him. I’ll go round. I’ll go!
(As the footage continues spooling and then stopping and playing before spooling again, light
comes and goes in the room. Sherlock stares around as John hurries off.)
SHERLOCK (loudly): Who are you working for this time, Dzundza?
(Behind him, the Golem steps out of the fluctuating darkness and clamps one hand around
Sherlock’s mouth and nose while gripping his neck with the other. Sherlock grabs at the hand
on his face, struggling to pull it free as he is slowly suffocated. John races over and stops in
front of them, his pistol held in both hands.)
JOHN: Golem!
(He cocks the gun and points it at the Golem’s face, his hands and voice steady.)
JOHN: Let him go, or I will kill you.
(Sherlock, whimpering in his efforts, continues trying to pull the man’s hand from his face. The
Golem swings him around to the left and lashes out with his long right leg during a moment of
darkness, kicking the pistol from John’s hands. Dropping Sherlock to the ground, he surges
forward and wrestles with John. As Sherlock gets to his feet, the Golem shoves John into him,
sending both of the boys tumbling to the floor. Sherlock scrambles up again and takes up a
boxing stance in front of him, holding up his clenched fists. He swings a punch at the man but
Dzundza grabs his hand and swings his other arm down heavily onto Sherlock’s shoulder,
dropping him to the floor yet again. The Golem follows him down and clamps both hands over
his face, leaning his weight onto them. Behind him, John throws himself onto his back. The
Golem roars, releasing Sherlock as he claws at the hobbit on his back. He stands up with John
still clinging to his back and spins around several times before finally managing to shake him off
onto the floor. As John groggily tries to get up, the Golem turns, picks up Sherlock and skims
him across the floor towards John. Sliding across the floor, Sherlock grabs at the pistol and
manages to pick it up. The Golem runs for the doors. Sherlock rolls over onto his back and fires
twice towards him but the Golem makes it to the doors and disappears through them.)
NARRATOR: ... long dead, exploded into supernovas.
(As the image of a supernova dramatically explodes on the screen behind him, Sherlock angrily
slams his hand down on the floor in front of him.)

MORNING. HICKMAN GALLERY. Sherlock is standing in front of the Vermeer painting, looking up
information on his phone. He calls up subjects such as “Vermeer brush strokes,” “Pigment
analysis,” “Canvas degradation,” “UV Light damage,” “Delft Skyline, 1600,” and “Vermeer
influences.” John, Lestrade and Miss Wenceslas are standing behind him.
SHERLOCK: It’s a fake. It has to be.
MISS WENCESLAS: That painting has been subjected to every test known to science.
SHERLOCK: It’s a very good fake, then.
(He spins around and glares at her.)
SHERLOCK: You know about this, don’t you? This is you, isn’t it?
(Miss Wenceslas turns to Lestrade, looking exasperated.)
MISS WENCESLAS: Inspector, my time is being wasted. Would you mind showing yourself and
your friends out?
(The pink phone rings. Sherlock snatches it from his pocket and switches on the speaker.)
SHERLOCK: The painting is a fake.
(There’s a faint sound of breathing over the speaker but otherwise there is no response.)
SHERLOCK: It’s a fake. That’s why Woodbridge and Cairns were killed.
(Still there’s nothing more than breathing.)
SHERLOCK: Oh, come on. Proving it’s just the detail. The painting is a fake. I’ve solved it. I’ve
figured it out. It’s a fake! That’s the answer. That’s why they were killed.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)