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NEILSON: Shut up. One more word out of you – just one – and I will decorate that wall with the
insides of your head. That, for me, will not be a hardship.
(Sherlock glares at him ferociously.)
NEILSON: Mr Archer. At the count of three, shoot Doctor Watson.
JOHN: What?
SHERLOCK: I don’t have the code.
(John cowers down as Archer presses the muzzle of his pistol into the back of his neck and
cocks the gun.)
NEILSON: One.
SHERLOCK (emphatically): I don’t know the code.
NEILSON: Two.
SHERLOCK: She didn’t tell me. (Raising his voice) I don’t know it!
NEILSON: I’m prepared to believe you any second now.
(Sherlock looks across to Irene who lowers her gaze pointedly downwards.)
NEILSON: Three.
SHERLOCK: No, stop!
(Neilson holds up his free hand to stop Archer. John closes his eyes. Sherlock’s gaze becomes
distant while his mind works frantically, then he slowly turns towards the safe and lowers his
hands. As Neilson watches him closely, he slowly reaches out a finger towards the keypad and
punches the ‘3’ and then the ‘2’. Hesitating for a moment, he then punches ‘2’ and ‘4’. Pausing
again, he hits ‘3’ and ‘4’. The safe beeps and noisily unlocks. Irene smiles in satisfaction as
Sherlock sighs and closes his eyes briefly. John sags lower on his knees and shuts his own eyes
again.)
NEILSON: Thank you, Mr Holmes. Open it, please.
(Twisting the button that will open the door, Sherlock looks across to Irene again who lowers
her gaze to the floor and makes a tiny jerk with her head. He turns back to the safe.)
SHERLOCK (urgently): Vatican cameos.
(Instantly John throws himself to the floor. At the same moment Sherlock pulls open the door of
the safe while ducking down below the fireplace. Inside the safe, a tripwire attached to the door
tugs on the trigger of a pistol with an equally long and over-compensatory silencer which is
aimed straight out of the safe. The gun fires and Archer – who happened to be standing directly
in front of it – is shot in the chest. Sherlock grabs for Neilson’s pistol and Irene spins around on
her knees and savagely elbows her guard in the groin. Pulling the pistol from Neilson’s grip,
Sherlock holds the silencer end and smashes the butt across his face and Neilson drops to the
floor unconscious. As Irene’s guard crumples under her blow, she grapples for his pistol and is
on her feet and aiming it down at him while he’s still falling. Sherlock turns to her.)
SHERLOCK: D’you mind?
IRENE: Not at all.
(As her guard tries to get up, she slams the gun across his face and knocks him unconscious.
While she’s distracted, Sherlock reaches into the safe and takes something out of it. Nearby,
John has checked Archer over and now stands up.)
JOHN: He’s dead.
IRENE (to Sherlock, continuing to aim her pistol down at her guard): Thank you. You were very
observant.
JOHN: Observant?
IRENE: I’m flattered.
SHERLOCK: Don’t be.
JOHN: Flattered?
SHERLOCK: There’ll be more of them. They’ll be keeping a eye on the building.
(Still holding Neilson’s pistol but having removed the silencer [obviously because he doesn’t
need to over-compensate ...], he hurries out of the room. John tucks Archer’s gun into the back
of his jeans and follows him. Irene goes over to the safe and stares into it wide-eyed. Sherlock
trots out onto the street with John behind him.)
JOHN: We should call the police.
SHERLOCK: Yes.
(Pointing the pistol into the air, he fires it five times. Nearby, tyres screech.)
SHERLOCK: On their way.
(He turns and trots back into the house.)
JOHN: For God’s sake!
SHERLOCK: Oh shut up. It’s quick.
(He goes back into the sitting room. Irene turns around from the safe to face him.)

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)