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considering the original source of the information and assuming from the increased pressure on
you lately that the crisis is imminent, the only flight that matches all the criteria and departs
within the week is the six thirty to Baltimore tomorrow evening from Heathrow Airport.
(By now he has stood up, and now he lowers the phone and looks down at Irene, who gazes up
at him in admiration.)
SHERLOCK (engaging the full force of his cello jaguar voice and sending your transcriber into a
complete meltdown): Please don’t feel obliged to tell me that was remarkable or amazing.
John’s expressed the same thought in every possible variant available to the English language.
IRENE (intensely): I would have you right here on this desk until you begged for mercy twice.
(The two of them stare at each other for a long moment before Sherlock speaks again.)
SHERLOCK (with his eyes still locked on Irene’s): John, please can you check those flight
schedules; see if I’m right?
JOHN (vaguely, overcome by all the sex in the air): Uh-huh. I’m on it, yeah.
(Clearing his throat, he starts to type on his laptop. Sherlock and Irene continue to stare at
each other.)
SHERLOCK: I’ve never begged for mercy in my life.
IRENE (emphatically): Twice.
JOHN (looking at his screen): Uh, yeah, you’re right. Uh, flight double oh seven.
SHERLOCK (looking round at him): What did you say?
JOHN: You’re right.
SHERLOCK: No, no, no, after that. What did you say after that?
JOHN: Double oh seven. Flight double oh seven.
SHERLOCK (quietly to himself): Double oh seven, double oh seven, double oh seven, double oh
seven ...
(Pushing Irene out of the way, he begins to pace.)
SHERLOCK: ... something ... something connected to double oh seven ... What?
(As he continues to pace and mutter the numbers to himself, Irene puts her other phone behind
her back and begins to type blind on it:

747 TOMORROW 6:30PM HEATHROW

(The message is sent to the phone of Jim Moriarty. Standing in Westminster very near the
Houses of Parliament, he takes out his phone and reads the message.
Back at 221B, Sherlock has walked to the fireplace and is standing in front of the mirror with his
eyes closed.)
SHERLOCK (quietly): Double oh seven, double oh seven, what, what, something, what?
(His eyes snap open as he begins to remember and he turns and looks at the living room door,
remembering Mycroft standing on the landing talking into his phone.)
MYCROFT (in flashback): Bond Air is go.
(Sherlock walks towards the door.)
MYCROFT (in flashback): Bond Air is go. ... Bond Air is go.
(While the words continue to echo in Sherlock’s mind, at Westminster Jim is typing a message
onto his phone:

Jumbo Jet. Dear me Mr Holmes, dear me.

He presses Send and the message wings its way up into the air. As if watching it go, Jim raises
his eyes towards Big Ben, the very image of the seat of the British government, and blows a
long and loud raspberry at it.
At Mycroft’s house/residence/fancy office he picks up his phone from the dining table and looks
at a newly arrived message. It reads:

Jumbo Jet. Dear me Mr Holmes, dear me.

Time passes and Mycroft returns to the chair at the end of the dining table and sinks down into
it, running his hand over his face and clearly still shocked by the turn of events.
More time passes and Mycroft has removed his jacket and has a glass of brandy in front of him.
His hands are folded in front of his mouth and he is lost in wide-eyed and horrified thought.
Much later, as night begins to fall, Mycroft’s face is furrowed with anguish and his eyes are still
wide at the horror which only he knows about. The glass beside him is empty. Slowly he closes
his eyes and sinks his head into his hands in despair.)

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)