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SHERLOCK: Take it.
JIM: Huh? Oh! That!
(He strolls past John and reaches out for the stick, grinning.)
JIM: The missile plans!
(He takes the stick from Sherlock’s fingers and brings it to his mouth, kissing it. Behind him,
John is silently murmuring to himself, perhaps trying to keep himself focussed, perhaps winding
himself up to take action. Jim lowers the memory stick and looks at it.)
JIM (sing-song): Boring!
(He shakes his head.)
JIM: I could have got them anywhere.
(He nonchalantly tosses the stick into the pool. Seeing his opportunity, John races forward and
slams himself up against Jim’s back, wrapping one arm around his neck and the other around
his chest. Sherlock backs up a step in surprise but keeps the pistol raised and aimed at Jim.)
JOHN: Sherlock, run!
(Jim laughs in delight.)
JIM: Good! Very good.
(Sherlock doesn’t move, still aiming his gun at Jim’s head but now starting to look up a little
anxiously, as if wondering what action the hidden sniper might take.)
JOHN (savagely): If your sniper pulls that trigger, Mr Moriarty, then we both go up.
JIM (calmly, to Sherlock): Isn’t he sweet? I can see why you like having him around. But then
people do get so sentimental about their pets.
(Grimacing angrily, John pulls him even closer onto the bomb which is now sandwiched between
them. Jim scowls round at him.)
JIM: They’re so touchingly loyal. But, oops!
(He grins briefly at John, then looks towards Sherlock.)
JIM: You’ve rather shown your hand there, Doctor Watson.
(He chuckles as a new laser point appears in the middle of Sherlock’s forehead. John stares in
horror as Jim looks round at him expectantly. Sherlock, either seeing the edge of the laser
beam shining from the gallery or realising what’s happening from John’s expression, shakes his
head slightly.)
JIM (sing-song): Gotcha!
(He chuckles as John releases his grip on him and steps back, holding his hands up to signal to
the sniper that he won’t be trying anything else. Jim glances round at him, then turns back
towards Sherlock while brushing his hands down his suit to straighten it. He gestures to it
indignantly.)
JIM: Westwood! [See footnotes.]
(He lowers his hands and stands calmly in front of Sherlock who is still aiming the pistol at his
head.)
JIM: D’you know what happens if you don’t leave me alone, Sherlock, to you?
SHERLOCK (sounding bored): Oh, let me guess: I get killed.
JIM: Kill you? (He grimaces.) N-no, don’t be obvious. I mean, I’m gonna kill you anyway some
day. I don’t wanna rush it, though. I’m saving it up for something special. No-no-no-no-no. If
you don’t stop prying, I’ll burn you.
(He runs his eyes briefly down Sherlock’s body, then meets his eyes again and his voice
becomes vicious.)
JIM: I’ll burn the heart out of you.
(His face is a snarl as he says the word ‘heart’ but at the end of the sentence he looks almost
regretful.)
SHERLOCK (softly): I have been reliably informed that I don’t have one.
JIM: But we both know that’s not quite true.
(Sherlock blinks involuntarily. Jim looks down, smiling, then shrugs.)
JIM: Well, I’d better be off.
(He nonchalantly looks around, perhaps checking his exit route, before turning back to
Sherlock.)
JIM: Well, so nice to have had a proper chat.
(Sherlock raises the pistol higher and extends it closer to Jim’s head.)
SHERLOCK: What if I was to shoot you now – right now?
JIM (completely unperturbed): Then you could cherish the look of surprise on my face.
(He opens his eyes and mouth wide, mimicking surprise, then grins at Sherlock.)
JIM: ’Cause I’d be surprised, Sherlock; really I would.
(He screws up his nose.)

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)