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             (He turns around to John’s chair where – unseen by us until now – Phil has been sitting all the
             time.)
             SHERLOCK: Don’t worry – this is just stupid.
             PHIL (anxiously): What did you say? Heart what?
             (Ignoring him, Sherlock turns back to the camera.)
             SHERLOCK: Go to the stream.
             CARTER: What’s in the stream?
             SHERLOCK: Go and see.
             (As Carter hands the laptop back to John, Mrs Hudson comes up the stairs and into the living
             room followed by two men wearing suits.)
             MRS HUDSON: Sherlock! You weren’t answering your doorbell!
             (One of the men, Plummer, looks at his colleague while pointing with his thumb in the direction
             of the kitchen.)
             PLUMMER: His room’s through the back. Get him some clothes.
             SHERLOCK: Who the hell are you?
             PLUMMER: Sorry, Mr Holmes. You’re coming with us.
             (He reaches forward to close down the lid of the laptop. John calls out in alarm.)
             JOHN: Sherlock, what’s going on? What’s happening?
             (As his screen goes black, he pokes at the keyboard frantically.)
             JOHN: I’ve lost him. I don’t know what ...
             (The young police officer hurries over to him with a phone pressed to his ear.)
             POLICE OFFICER: Doctor Watson?
             JOHN: Yeah.
             POLICE OFFICER: It’s for you.
             JOHN: Okay, thanks.
             (Still looking at the screen, he holds out his hand for the phone.)
             POLICE OFFICER: Uh, no, sir. The helicopter.
             (They both turn and look at the helicopter which is just coming in to land at the edge of the
             river.)

             Back at 221B, Plummer’s colleague has collected a pile of clothes and a pair of shoes and puts
             them down onto the table in front of Sherlock, who raises his eyebrows and shrugs
             disinterestedly.
             PLUMMER: Please, Mr Holmes. Where you’re going, you’ll want to be dressed.
             (Sherlock turns his head, gazes at the man and begins to deduce the hell out of him:

             Looking at his clothes: Suit £700
             Glancing at his breast pocket and the area where a pistol would be if Plummer was carrying
             one: Unarmed
             Thumbnail: Manicured
             Forehead: Office worker
             The way his hands are folded in front of him: Right handed
             Looking down to his shoes: Indoor worker
             Seeing some wiry hairs on the cuff of his trouser leg, and imagining a high-pitched yapping
             sound: Small dog
             Seeing a mark higher up the same trouser leg and imagining two yapping sounds: Two small
             dogs
             Seeing more hairs on the other trouser leg and imagining more yapping: Three small dogs

             Back at the crime scene, the helicopter takes off.
             At 221B, Sherlock smiles smugly and looks up into Plummer’s face.)
             SHERLOCK: Oh, I know exactly where I’m going.

             Some time later, sitting beside the pilot, John frowns and looks down as the helicopter flies over
             London. As it approaches Buckingham Palace the pilot begins to speak into his comms.

             Not long afterwards, John has been shown into an enormous ornate hall with massive crystal
             chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. He looks around for a moment, then follows his escort
             who gestures him to a nearby room before walking away. John stops in the doorway. On a small
             round table in the middle of the room is the pile of clothes and shoes which had been put down

                                                            Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)
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