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JIM: And just a teensy bit disappointed. And of course you wouldn’t be able to cherish it for
very long.
(Slowly he begins to turn away.)
JIM: Ciao, Sherlock Holmes.
(Looking back at Sherlock with some distaste, he walks calmly towards the side door through
which John came earlier. Sherlock slowly steps forward to keep him in his sights.)
SHERLOCK: Catch ... you ... later.
(The door opens and Jim’s voice can be heard, high-pitched and sing-song.)
JIM: No you won’t!
(The door closes. Sherlock doesn’t move for a few seconds, his gun still aimed towards the
door, then his gaze drifts across to John and he instantly bends, putting the pistol on the floor,
then drops to his knees in front of John [hush now ...] and starts unfastening the vest to which
the bomb is attached.)
SHERLOCK: All right?
(John tilts his head back, breathing heavily [I said hush now ...].)
SHERLOCK (urgently): Are you all right?
JOHN: Yeah-yeah, I’m fine.
(Having unfastened the vest, Sherlock jumps up and hurries round behind John, starting to pull
off the jacket and the bomb vest.)
JOHN: I’m fine.
(Sherlock, also breathing too fast, continues tugging at the jacket and vest.)
JOHN: Sherlock.
(Finally Sherlock manages to roughly strip the jacket and vest off John’s arms.)
JOHN: Sh-Sherlock!
(Sherlock bends and skims the items as far away along the floor as he can, while John staggers
at the vehemence with which his friend just ripped them off him.)
JOHN (softly): Jesus.
(He reaches up and pulls the earpiece from his ear, breathing heavily as delayed shock begins
to hit him. Sherlock turns and stares at him for a moment, then hurries back to pick up the
pistol before racing towards the door through which Moriarty left. John’s knees buckle and he
staggers towards the nearest support, the edge of one of the changing cubicles.)
JOHN: Oh, Christ.
(He turns and drops down into a squat, bracing his back against the cubicle’s edge as he blows
out a long breath and tries to calm himself down. Sherlock comes back in, having apparently
seen no sign of Moriarty outside. He starts to pace up and down near John, so hyper and
distracted that he doesn’t even realise that he is scratching his head with the business end of a
loaded and cocked pistol.)
JOHN (breathlessly): Are you okay?
SHERLOCK (quick fire, still pacing and scratching his head with the gun): Me? Yeah, I’m fine,
I’m fine. Fine.
(He turns to John, wide-eyed and breathless.)
SHERLOCK: That, er ... thing that you, er, that you did – that, um ... (he clears his throat) ...
you offered to do. That was, um ... good.
JOHN (staring blankly ahead of himself): I’m glad no-one saw that.
(Sherlock had temporarily lowered his hand long enough not to be risking accidentally shooting
himself in the head, although he had terrible jitters as he held the gun down by his side. Now
he lifts the gun again as he raises his hand to rub his chin while looking down at John in
confusion.)
SHERLOCK: Hmm?
JOHN (still not meeting his eyes): You, ripping my clothes off in a darkened swimming pool.
People might talk.
(Sherlock shrugs.)
SHERLOCK: People do little else.
(He looks down at John, then grins. John snorts laughter, then leans forward and prepares to
stand up. But before he can move, the beam from a sniper’s laser begins to dance over his
chest. John looks down at it and his face fills with horror.)
JOHN (anguished): Oh ...
(A door near the deep end of the pool opens and Jim comes through, clapping his hands
together and turning to face our heroes.)
JIM (cheerfully): Sorry, boys! I’m soooooo changeable!

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)