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CHIEF SUPERINTENDANT: Looked a bit of a weirdo, if you ask me.
(John turns towards him.)
CHIEF SUPERINTENDANT: Often are, these vigilante types.
(He has been looking around the living room but now he turns and sees John staring at him.)
CHIEF SUPERINTENDANT: What are you looking at?
(Sally’s eyes widen and she instantly lowers her head as if she knows what’s coming and can’t
bear to look. John starts to move.)

A minute or two later, the Chief Superintendant walks out onto the street holding a
handkerchief to his bleeding nose.
POLICE OFFICER: Are you all right, sir?
(Nearby, Sherlock has been leaned against the side of a police car, facing it. Now John is
slammed up against the car next to him and to his left. Sherlock looks across to him with an
amused expression on his face.)
SHERLOCK: Joining me?
JOHN: Yeah. Apparently it’s against the law to chin the Chief Superintendant.
(Behind them, a couple of armed officers unlock the cuff on Sherlock’s right hand and transfer it
to John’s right wrist, chaining the boys together. Fandom collectively faints. Sherlock looks over
his shoulder, watching what the officers are doing and where they’re standing.)
SHERLOCK (to John): Hmm. Bit awkward, this.
JOHN: Huh. No-one to bail us.
SHERLOCK: I was thinking more about our imminent and daring escape.
(He looks down at the radio lying on the dashboard of the car they’re leaning against. The radio
squeals as the dispatcher speaks.)
RADIO DISPATCHER: All units to two-seven.
(John looks round at Sherlock’s previous statement.)
JOHN: What?
RADIO DISPATCHER: All units to two ...
(Rapidly Sherlock reaches through the open window of the car with his free hand and presses
down on the Talk button. Instantly the officer behind the boys doubles over in pain and grabs at
his earpiece when a high-pitched squeal of feedback rips through it. Sherlock reaches behind
him and pulls the officer’s pistol free, instantly raising it. Because it’s in his left hand, John’s
shackled right hand is yanked upwards as well and he gasps in surprise at the rapid turn of
events. Sherlock calls out as he aims the pistol towards the nearest officers.)
SHERLOCK: Ladies and gentlemen, will you all please get on your knees?
(Nearby, Greg’s whole body language says, ‘Oh, FFS ...’ When nobody reacts very quickly,
Sherlock raises the gun skywards and fires it twice.)
SHERLOCK: NOW would be good!
(He lowers it and points it at the police again.)
LESTRADE: Do as he says!
(He gestures everybody downwards and all the police start to kneel. The boys start to back
away.)
JOHN (loudly): Just-just so you’re aware, the gun is his idea. I’m just a ... you know ...
(Sherlock transfers the pistol to his right hand and promptly aims it at John’s head.)
SHERLOCK (loudly): ... my hostage.
(John gasps.)
JOHN (quietly, to Sherlock): Hostage! Yes, that works – that works(!)
(They continue backing away from the kneeling police. Behind them and probably unnoticed in
all the excitement, a piece of artistic graffiti has been sprayed on the wall of the house on the
street corner. In red paint, huge letters spelling out “iou” are at least three feet high and are
surrounded by an elaborate dark set of angel’s wings. The boys begin to back carefully around
the corner.)
JOHN: So what now?
SHERLOCK: Doing what Moriarty wants – I’m becoming a fugitive. Run.
(He turns and begins to race off down the road, dragging John with him. Back at the police cars,
Greg buries his head in his hands. The Chief Superintendant gets to his feet and turns to him.)
CHIEF SUPERINTENDANT: Get after him, Lestrade!
(Greg glares furiously at Sally as she begins to head in the direction the boys have gone. Greg
is a lot slower in getting moving. Around the corner as the boys run along side by side, Sherlock
loops the loose chain between their handcuffs around his wrist.)
SHERLOCK: Take my hand.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)