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JOHN: A fraud.
(Sherlock rolls his eyes and sits back in the seat.)
SHERLOCK: You’re worried they’re right.
JOHN: What?
SHERLOCK: You’re worried they’re right about me.
JOHN: No.
SHERLOCK: That’s why you’re so upset. You can’t even entertain the possibility that they might
be right. You’re afraid that you’ve been taken in as well.
JOHN (turning away and look out of the window again): No I’m not.
(Sherlock leans forward.)
SHERLOCK: Moriarty is playing with your mind too. (Furious, he slams his hand onto the table.)
Can’t you see what’s going on?
(John looks at him for a few seconds, then looks out of the window again.)
JOHN: No, I know you’re for real.
SHERLOCK: A hundred percent?
JOHN (quietly, turning back towards him): Well, nobody could fake being such an annoying dick
all the time.
(Sherlock locks eyes with him again, then his mouth twitches with the trace of a smile. John
looks away once more.)

SCOTLAND YARD. Greg is sitting in front of the desk of the Chief Superintendant while Sally and
Anderson stand nearby. The Chief walks around his desk to sit down behind it.
CHIEF SUPERINTENDANT: Sherlock Holmes?
LESTRADE: Yes, sir.
CHIEF SUPERINTENDANT: That bloke that’s been in the press.
LESTRADE: Mmm-hmm.
CHIEF SUPERINTENDANT: I thought he was some sort of private eye.
LESTRADE: He is.
CHIEF SUPERINTENDANT: We’ve been consulting with him – that’s what you’re ... you’re telling
me?
(Greg nods.)
CHIEF SUPERINTENDANT: Not used him on any proper cases, though, have we?
LESTRADE: Well, one or two.
(Anderson, his arms folded and looking down at his feet, snorts quietly.)
ANDERSON (softly): Or twenty or thirty.
CHIEF SUPERINTENDANT: What?
LESTRADE: Look, I’m not the only senior officer who did this. Gregson ...
CHIEF SUPERINTENDANT (interrupting): Shut up! An amateur detective given access to all sorts
of classified information, and now he’s a suspect in a case!
LESTRADE: With all due respect, sir ...
CHIEF SUPERINTENDANT (interrupting): You’re a bloody idiot, Lestrade! Now go and fetch him
in right now!
(Greg hesitates.)
CHIEF SUPERINTENDANT (sternly): Do it.
(Greg stands up and the three of them leave the room. The Chief Superintendant takes off his
glasses and buries his head in his hand. Outside the others are on their way across the main
office.)
LESTRADE: Are you proud of yourselves?
ANDERSON: Well, what if it’s not just this case? What if he’s done this to us every single time?
(Sally grabs her coat from the coat stand as she goes past. Anderson apparently doesn’t need
one, being a cold-blooded reptile who won’t feel the temperature drop outside. Greg stops for
his own coat, then takes out his phone and starts dialling. Hanging back from the other two, he
raises the phone to his ear.)

Shortly afterwards, John – standing in the centre of the living room at 221B – lowers his own
phone from his ear and switches it off. He turns to Sherlock who is now sitting in his armchair.
JOHN: So, still got some friends on the Force. It’s Lestrade. Says they’re all coming over here
right now, queuing up to slap on the handcuffs: every single officer you ever made feel like a
tit, which is a lot of people.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)