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(Sherlock lowers his head again and concentrates on scraping some of the dried linseed oil and
floor wax loose with a small scalpel and then using tweezers to pick up the loosened pieces and
put them into the container.)

LONDON. Sherlock and John are in a taxi.
JOHN: But how did he get past the CCTV? If all the doors were locked ...
SHERLOCK: He walked in when they weren’t locked.
JOHN: But a stranger can’t just walk into a school like that.
SHERLOCK: Anyone can walk in anywhere if they pick the right moment. Yesterday – end of
term, parents milling around, chauffeurs, staff. What’s one more stranger among that lot?
(A flashback shows one of the school children outside the entrance being embraced by her
mother. Other adults and children are all around, and one man walks alone up the steps
towards the door.)
SHERLOCK: He was waiting for them. All he had to do was find a place to hide.

ST BARTHOLOMEW’S HOSPITAL. Molly Hooper walks along a corridor, pulling her coat on. Just
as she reaches the fire doors at the end of the corridor, Sherlock and John walk through them.
SHERLOCK: Molly!
MOLLY: Oh, hello. I’m just going out.
SHERLOCK (putting his hands onto her shoulders and turning her back the way she just came):
No you’re not.
MOLLY: I’ve got a lunch date.
SHERLOCK (putting a hand on her back to start her walking again): Cancel it. You’re having
lunch with me.
(Reaching into his coat pockets, he dramatically produces a bag of Quavers crisps from each
pocket.)
MOLLY: What?
SHERLOCK (putting the crisps back into his pockets): Need your help. It’s one of your old
boyfriends – we’re trying to track him down. He’s been a bit naughty!
(Reaching the fire doors at the other end of the corridor, he turns and smiles back at Molly, who
has stopped dead a few paces back. John also stops and stares at him.)
JOHN: It’s Moriarty?
SHERLOCK: Course it’s Moriarty.
MOLLY: Er, Jim actually wasn’t even my boyfriend. We went out three times. I ended it.
SHERLOCK: Yes, and then he stole the Crown Jewels, broke into the Bank of England and
organised a prison break at Pentonville. For the sake of law and order, I suggest you avoid all
future attempts at a relationship, Molly.
(Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out and brandishes a bag of Quavers at her again, then
continues on through the fire door. She stares after him in utter bewilderment.)

Shortly afterwards, wearing her lab coat, she pushes her way through the door into Sherlock’s
favourite lab weighed down by the huge pile of books and files she is carrying. As she staggers
into the room, Sherlock is sitting at the bench in front of a microscope. John is standing at the
other side of the bench.
SHERLOCK: Oil, John.
(He opens the plastic Petri dish and takes out one of the samples with tweezers.)
SHERLOCK: The oil in the kidnapper’s footprint – it’ll lead us to Moriarty.
(He drops the sample into a test tube which has some liquid in the bottom. The fluid begins to
fizz. He suctions up some of the liquid and drops it onto a slide.)
SHERLOCK: All the chemical traces on his shoe have been preserved. The sole of the shoe is
like a passport. If we’re lucky we can see everything that he’s been up to.
(He looks at the slide under the microscope. Time passes and we see brief extracts of the work
which he and Molly are doing. She puts on latex gloves.)
SHERLOCK: I need that analysis.
(Molly squeezes some liquid into a glass dish and applies some Litmus paper to it. The paper
turns blue.)
MOLLY: Alkaline.
SHERLOCK: Thank you, John.
MOLLY: Molly.
SHERLOCK: Yes.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)