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SHERLOCK: How long have I known him? Not really your best line of enquiry. We met twice,
five minutes in total. I pulled a gun; he tried to blow me up. (Sarcastically) I felt we had a
special something.
(Jim raises his eyebrows in an “ooh!” expression.)
JUDGE: Miss Sorrel, are you seriously claiming this man is an expert, after knowing the accused
for just five minutes?
SHERLOCK: Two minutes would have made me an expert. Five was ample.
JUDGE: Mr Holmes, that’s a matter for the jury.
SHERLOCK: Oh, really?
(His eyes turn towards the jury box. John raises his hand to his head in an all-too-recognisable
“oh, shit, NO!” gesture. Sherlock turns the full force of his gaze onto the twelve people sitting in
the jury box and has deduced all of them within a couple of seconds.)
SHERLOCK: One librarian; two teachers; two high-pressured jobs, probably the City.
(He focuses on the woman at the far left of the front row. She has a notebook resting on the
ledge in front of her and is writing in shorthand.)
SHERLOCK: The foreman’s a medical secretary, trained abroad judging by her shorthand.
JUDGE: Mr Holmes!
SHERLOCK (scanning rings on the jury members’ fingers): Seven are married and two are
having an affair – with each other, it would seem! Oh, and they’ve just had tea and biscuits.
(He turns to the judge.)
SHERLOCK: Would you like to know who ate the wafer?
JUDGE (angrily): Mr Holmes. You’ve been called here to answer Miss Sorrel’s questions, not to
give us a display of your intellectual prowess.
(Sherlock takes a breath but can’t help looking up towards John and smiling a little at the
acknowledgement of his ‘intellectual prowess.’ John stares at him sternly.)
JUDGE: Keep your answers brief and to the point. Anything else will be treated as contempt.
(Sherlock raises his eyes in a ‘We’re surrounded by idiots’ type way. Jim smiles slightly as if
agreeing.)
JUDGE: Do you think you could survive for just a few minutes without showing off?
(Sherlock pauses while he gives the question some thought, then opens his mouth and draws in
a breath.)

Shortly afterwards, a prison officer marches Sherlock into one of the cells under the courts and
shoves him inside, slamming the door shut behind him. A recess has apparently been called in
the trial and so a little later two more officers walk Jim to the adjoining cell and lock him inside.
As if sensing each other, the two men turn and look at the wall separating them. Jim’s
expression slowly becomes murderous.

Some time later Sherlock is being released. While he signs for his personal property, John is
standing beside him leaning back against the desk with his arms folded.
JOHN: What did I say? I said, “Don’t get clever.”
SHERLOCK: I can’t just turn it on and off like a tap.
(Taking the bag of items from the custody officer, he turns to John as they begin to walk away.)
SHERLOCK: Well?
JOHN: Well what?
SHERLOCK: You were there for the whole thing, up in the gallery, start to finish.
JOHN: Like you said it would be. (Referring to Jim’s defending barrister) He sat on his backside,
never even stirred.
SHERLOCK: Moriarty’s not mounting any defence.

221B. The boys walk into the living room.
JOHN: Bank of England, Tower of London, Pentonville. Three of the most secure places in the
country and six weeks ago Moriarty breaks in, no-one knows how or why.
(He sits down in his armchair while Sherlock begins to pace.)
JOHN: All we know is ...
SHERLOCK: ... he ended up in custody.
(He stops and turns to John. John takes a breath.)
JOHN: Don’t do that.
SHERLOCK: Do what?
JOHN: The look.
SHERLOCK: Look?

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)