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(He lifts his hand from the latest piece of furniture that he has been running his finger along,
and twirls his finger dramatically in the air.)
SHERLOCK: Dust is eloquent.
(Mrs Hudson looks over her shoulder at John.)
MRS HUDSON (quietly): What’s he on about?
(John shakes his head and mumbles. By now Sherlock is climbing on the furniture to look more
closely at the top shelves of the bookcase to the left of the fireplace.)
SHERLOCK: Cameras. We’re being watched.
MRS HUDSON: What? Cameras? (She cringes.) Here? I’m in my nightie!
(The doorbell has just rung and she hurries out of the room, John following her. Sherlock has
climbed down and now checks in the eye sockets of the skull on the mantelpiece before
climbing onto small tables on the other side of the fireplace to look at the bookshelves there.
Checking the books on the top shelf, he apparently realises that the one on the far right has
more movement around it than it ought and he pushes it deeper into the shelf, revealing a
camera stuck to the side of the bookshelf. As he reaches up to remove it, Greg comes into the
room followed by John.)
SHERLOCK (without turning around, still concentrating on removing the camera): No, Inspector.
LESTRADE: What?
SHERLOCK (stepping down with the camera in his fingers): The answer’s no.
LESTRADE: But you haven’t heard the question!
SHERLOCK: You want to take me to the station. Just saving you the trouble of asking.
(He walks closer. Greg pulls in a breath.)
LESTRADE: Sherlock ...
SHERLOCK (interrupting): The scream?
LESTRADE: Yeah.
SHERLOCK: Who was it? Donovan? I bet it was Donovan. Am I somehow responsible for the
kidnapping? Ah, Moriarty is smart. He planted that doubt in her head; that little nagging
sensation. You’re going to have to be strong to resist. You can’t kill an idea, can you? Not once
it’s made a home ... (he reaches forward and briefly places his index fingertip on Greg’s
forehead between his eyes) ... there.
LESTRADE: Will you come?
SHERLOCK (turning away, sitting down at the laptop and beginning to type): One photograph –
that’s his next move. Moriarty’s game: first the scream, then a photograph of me being taken in
for questioning. He wants to destroy me inch by inch.
(Picking up the camera again, he looks at it for a moment, then raises his eyes to Greg’s.)
SHERLOCK: It is a game, Lestrade, and not one I’m willing to play.
[Memo to Benedict Cumberbatch: could you please not go into full cello-jaguar voice when I’m
typing late at night and wearing headphones cranked up loud? It’s not good for my underwear.
Kthxbai.]
SHERLOCK (looking away again): Give my regards to Sergeant Donovan.
(Sighing and exchanging a brief look with John, Greg turns and heads off down the stairs. John
watches him go [with a ‘Yeah, definitely would’ look on his face, if you ask me ...], then turns
back towards Sherlock who has now linked the camera into the computer so that he can pull up
the live footage on the computer screen. Downstairs, Greg walks along the hallway and glowers
at Sally who is waiting at the front door. He walks past her and out into the street. She turns
and watches him unhappily, then follows. Upstairs, John has gone over to the right-hand
window and looks out at the car parked outside as Greg and Sally go over to it and get in, Greg
glancing up towards the window momentarily. As the car starts, Sherlock briefly looks at John.)
SHERLOCK: They’ll be deciding.
JOHN: Deciding?
SHERLOCK: Whether to come back with a warrant and arrest me.
JOHN: You think?
SHERLOCK: Standard procedure.
JOHN: Should have gone with him. People’ll think ...
SHERLOCK: I don’t care what people think.
JOHN: You’d care if they thought you were stupid, or wrong.
SHERLOCK: No, that would just make them stupid or wrong.
(Angrily, John turns towards him.)
JOHN: Sherlock, I don’t want the world believing you’re ...
(He breaks off as Sherlock lifts his head to look at him. They lock eyes for a long moment.)
SHERLOCK: That I am what?

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)