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(Sherlock looks away again.)
SHERLOCK: Better get going, actually. (He looks at his watch.) There’s a train that leaves in
half an hour, so if you want ...
(John turns his head away as he begins to realise the horrible truth.)
JOHN: Oh God. It was you. You locked me in that bloody lab.
SHERLOCK: I had to. It was an experiment.
JOHN (furiously): An experiment?!
SHERLOCK (looking at people sitting nearby): Shhh.
JOHN (quieter, but still furious): I was terrified, Sherlock. I was scared to death.
SHERLOCK: I thought that the drug was in the sugar, so I put the sugar in your coffee, then I
arranged everything with Major Barrymore.
(John sighs in exasperation.)
SHERLOCK: It was all totally scientific, laboratory conditions – well, literally.
(Flashback to Sherlock alone in a room from where he can monitor the lab. Lazily sitting in a
chair with his feet up on the table, he watches the screen in front of him which shows John
racing across the darkened lab towards the cages as the ‘hound’ growls. A little later Sherlock
wiggles his feet comfortably on the desk while John breathes panic-stricken into his phone. John
can’t be seen on the screen because he’s hidden inside the cage.)
JOHN (whispering over phone): It’s in here with me.
SHERLOCK (into his phone): All right. Keep talking. I’ll find you.
(There’s a momentary silence.)
SHERLOCK (into phone): Keep talking!
JOHN (over phone): I can’t, it’ll hear me.
SHERLOCK: Tell me what you’re seeing!
(He switches on a small recorder and holds it up to a nearby microphone. Savage growling is
played into the lab.)
JOHN (over phone): I don’t know, but I can hear it now.
(Back in the present, Sherlock continues his ‘explanation.’)
SHERLOCK: Well, I knew what effect it had had on a superior mind, so I needed to try it on an
average one.
(John looks up from his plate.)
SHERLOCK: You know what I mean.
(John gets back to eating.)
JOHN: But it wasn’t in the sugar.
SHERLOCK: No, well, I wasn’t to know you’d already been exposed to the gas.
JOHN: So you got it wrong.
SHERLOCK: No.
JOHN: Mmm. You were wrong. It wasn’t in the sugar. You got it wrong.
SHERLOCK: A bit. It won’t happen again.
(Sighing, John continues eating, then looks round.)
JOHN: Any long-term effects?
SHERLOCK: None at all. You’ll be fine once you’ve excreted it. We all will.
JOHN: Think I might have taken care of that already.
(Sherlock snorts laughter, then looks across to a nearby table where Gary is pouring coffee for
two other customers. He smiles apologetically across to Sherlock, who puts his mug on the
table and stands up.)
JOHN: Where’re you going?
SHERLOCK: Won’t be a minute. Gotta see a man about a dog.
(Smiling down at John, he turns and walks away.)

Jim Moriarty sits silently and calmly with his eyes closed in the middle of a small windowless
concrete-lined cell. In an adjoining room, Mycroft walks towards the other side of the one-way
mirror which Jim is facing, and narrows his eyes as he looks closely at the other man.

Some time afterwards, the door to the cell is unlocked and Jim opens his eyes but does not turn
around as Mycroft walks in.

Later, Mycroft has left the cell again. A man in a suit has opened the cell door and has walked
inside.
MYCROFT (voiceover): All right. Let him go.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)