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monitor clipped to the finger of his other hand. Sherlock looks up indignantly at the paramedic
as he unclips the monitor.
SHERLOCK: Why have I got this blanket?
(He looks round at Lestrade as the paramedic ignores him and walks away.)
SHERLOCK: They keep putting this blanket on me.
LESTRADE: It’s for shock.
SHERLOCK (putting the cup down): I’m not in shock.
LESTRADE: Yeah, but some of the guys wanna take photographs.
(He sniggers. Sherlock looks away tetchily.)
SHERLOCK: So, the shooter wasn’t one of yours, then.
LESTRADE: God, no. We didn’t have time. But a guy like that would have had enemies, I
suppose. One of them could have been following him. Whoever it was, he was gone by the time
we got there and we’ve got nothing to go on.
SHERLOCK: Oh, I wouldn’t say that.
(He looks up at Lestrade pointedly.)
LESTRADE: Okay, gimme.
(He reaches inside his coat and takes out a notebook.)
LESTRADE: I’ll write it down this time.
SHERLOCK: The bullet they just dug out of my wall was from a hand gun. A shot clean through
the heart over that distance with that kind of a weapon – that’s a crack shot you’re looking for,
but not just a marksman; a fighter. His hand couldn’t have shaken at all, so clearly he was
acclimatised to violence.
(He stands up.)
SHERLOCK: He didn’t fire until I was in immediate danger, though, so strong moral principles.
You’re looking for a man probably with a history of military service, nerves of steel ...
(He trails off when he sees John standing on the kerb a short distance away and watching him.
As Sherlock begins to realise the connection, he turns back to Lestrade.)
SHERLOCK: Actually, do you know what? Um, ignore me.
LESTRADE: I’m sorry?
SHERLOCK: Ignore what I just said. It’s the shock talking.
(He pulls the blanket tighter around his shoulders as he starts to walk towards John.)
SHERLOCK: Probably need this blanket.
LESTRADE (following him): Where’re you going?
SHERLOCK: I just need to discuss the rent.
LESTRADE: Sherlock ...
(Sherlock stops and turns back to him.)
LESTRADE (tucking his notebook back into his pocket): Were you right?
SHERLOCK: I’m sorry?
LESTRADE: Did you choose the right pill?
SHERLOCK: I dunno. In all the confusion, I lost track. I don’t know which I chose.
(He turns to walk away.)
LESTRADE: Maybe he beat you.
SHERLOCK (turning back to him again and sounding tetchy): Maybe. But he’s dead.
(He walks away. Lestrade sniggers quietly and turns away. Sherlock goes over to John.)
JOHN: Sergeant Donovan’s been explaining everything to me. It’s ... the two pills? Dreadful
business. Dreadful.
SHERLOCK: Where is it?
JOHN (trying and utterly failing to look innocent): Where’s what?
SHERLOCK: Don’t. Just don’t. What did you do with the gun?
JOHN: Oh, er, bottom of the Thames.
(Sherlock nods.)
SHERLOCK: We need to get rid of the powder burns in your finger. I don’t suppose you’d serve
time for this, but let’s avoid the court case.
(He looks around to make sure that nobody’s in earshot.)
JOHN: I ran after the cab, called the police, of course, and then I thought, better keep an eye
on you.
(Sherlock looks at him closely.)
SHERLOCK: Are you all right?
JOHN: Of course I’m all right.
SHERLOCK: You have just killed a man.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)