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(He turns and walks a few paces away from her. She follows behind him until he turns and faces
her again.)
SHERLOCK: When we first met, you told me that disguise is always a self-portrait. How true of
you: the combination to your safe – your measurements; but this ... (he tosses the phone into
the air and catches it again) ... this is far more intimate.
(He pulls up the security lock with its “I AM ---- LOCKED” screen.)
SHERLOCK: This is your heart ...
(Without breaking his gaze into her eyes, he punches in the first of the four characters with his
thumb.)
SHERLOCK: ... and you should never let it rule your head.
(She stares at him, trying to stay calm but the panic is beginning to show behind her eyes.)
SHERLOCK: You could have chosen any random number and walked out of here today with
everything you’ve worked for ...
(He punches in the second character, his eyes still locked on hers.)
SHERLOCK: ... but you just couldn’t resist it, could you?
(Her breathing becomes heavier. Sherlock smiles briefly and triumphantly.)
SHERLOCK: I’ve always assumed that love is a dangerous disadvantage ...
(He hits the third character, still gazing at her.)
SHERLOCK: Thank you for the final proof.
(He lifts his thumb again but before he can type in the fourth character, she seizes his hand and
gazes up at him intensely.)
IRENE (softly): Everything I said: it’s not real. (In a whisper) I was just playing the game.
SHERLOCK (in a whisper): I know.
(Gently pulling his hand free, he types in the final character.)
SHERLOCK: And this is just losing.
(Slowly he turns the phone towards her and shows her the screen. She looks down at it, tears
spilling from her eyes as she reads the sequence which says:

I AM
SHER
LOCKED

She gazes down at the screen in despair for a few seconds, then Sherlock lifts the phone away
and holds it out towards Mycroft even as the phone unlocks and presents its menu.)
SHERLOCK (his eyes still fixed on Irene’s): There you are, brother. I hope the contents make up
for any inconvenience I may have caused you tonight.
MYCROFT: I’m certain they will.
(He takes the phone and Sherlock turns and begins to walk towards the door.)
SHERLOCK: If you’re feeling kind, lock her up; otherwise let her go. I doubt she’ll survive long
without her protection.
(Irene stares after him, her eyes wide with dread.)
IRENE: Are you expecting me to beg?
SHERLOCK (flatly, calmly): Yes.
(He stops near the door, his face in profile to her. She stares at him in anguish for several
seconds, then realises that she has no choice.)
IRENE: Please.
(He doesn’t move.)
IRENE: You’re right.
(Now he turns to look at her.)
IRENE (staring at him pleadingly): I won’t even last six months.
SHERLOCK: Sorry about dinner.
(He turns away and walks to the door, opening it and walking through. She watches him go, her
eyes full of horror as the door closes behind him.)

BAKER STREET. DAY TIME. It is pouring with rain. Outside Speedy’s café, Mycroft is standing
under the protection of his umbrella, smoking a cigarette. He has a clear plastic wallet tucked
under one arm and his briefcase is at his feet. John hurries towards home, hunched over and
soaking wet because macho BAMFs like John Watson don’t take umbrellas with them. He sees
Mycroft standing there and stops in surprise, then walks over to him.
JOHN: You don’t smoke.
MYCROFT: I also don’t frequent cafés.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)