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(He grins over his shoulder at Miss Wenceslas, then looks back to the picture again. His phone
trills a text alert.)
JOHN: Oh.
(He digs out his phone, still breathing heavily, and looks at the message which reads:

My patience is
wearing thin.
Mycroft Holmes

He growls slightly, then looks up at the painting one last time.)
JOHN: Oh Sherl...
(He switches off the phone and walks away. Miss Wenceslas stares at the painting in shock.)

NEW SCOTLAND YARD. Sherlock and Miss Wenceslas are sitting side by side in front of
Lestrade’s desk while the inspector sits in a chair to the side of the desk. Sherlock has his hands
in the prayer position under his chin.
SHERLOCK: You know, it’s interesting. Bohemian stationery, an assassin named after a Prague
legend, and you, Miss Wenceslas. This whole case has a distinctly Czech feeling about it. Is that
where this leads?
(She looks down and doesn’t answer.)
SHERLOCK: What are we looking at, Inspector?
LESTRADE (thoughtfully): Well, um, criminal conspiracy, fraud, accessory after the fact at the
very least. The murder of the old woman, all the people in the flats ...
MISS WENCESLAS (panicked, to Lestrade): I didn’t know anything about that! All those things!
Please believe me.
(As she continues to stare at Lestrade, Sherlock gives him a tiny nod to confirm that she’s
telling the truth.)
MISS WENCESLAS: I just wanted my share – the thirty million.
(She looks across to Sherlock, then sighs and lowers her head again.)
MISS WENCESLAS: I found a little old man in Argentina. Genius. I mean, really: brushwork
immaculate, could fool anyone.
SHERLOCK (sarcastically): Hm!
MISS WENCESLAS (looking at him briefly): Well, nearly anyone. (She turns back to Lestrade.)
But I didn’t know how to go about convincing the world the picture was genuine. It was just an
idea – a spark which he blew into a flame.
SHERLOCK (sharply): Who?
MISS WENCESLAS (shaking her head): I don’t know.
(Lestrade gives a disbelieving laugh.)
MISS WENCESLAS: It’s true! I mean, it took a long time, but eventually I was put in touch with
people ... his people.
(Sherlock slowly begins to sit up in his chair, his expression becoming more concentrated.)
MISS WENCESLAS: Well, there was never any real contact; just messages ... whispers.
(Sherlock leans closer to her, his face intense.)
SHERLOCK: And did those whispers have a name?
(She gazes ahead of herself for a moment, then looks across to Lestrade before nodding. She
turns her head to Sherlock.)
MISS WENCESLAS: Moriarty.
(Slowly Sherlock sinks back in his chair. As Miss Wenceslas looks anxiously at Lestrade again,
Sherlock gazes into the distance, his eyes full of thought. Eventually he raises his hands into the
prayer position in front of his mouth, then grins.)

BATTERSEA. Wearing a high-vis jacket over his coat, John is walking along the railway lines
with the Tube guard who found Andrew West’s body.
JOHN: So this is where West was found?
TUBE GUARD: Yeah.
JOHN: Uh-huh.
TUBE GUARD: You gonna be long?
JOHN: I might be.
TUBE GUARD: You with the police, then?
JOHN: Sort of.
TUBE GUARD: I hate ’em.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)