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ASSASSIN: Moriarty.
SHERLOCK: What?
(All three of them start to get to their feet, Sherlock still holding the gun on the other man.)
ASSASSIN: The computer keycode.
SHERLOCK: Of course. He’s selling it – the programme he used to break into the Tower. He
planted it when he came around.
(Three gunshots ring out and the assassin reels and drops to the ground. Sherlock stares up in
the direction the bullets came from, then swings around and he and John race off. As police
sirens approach again, they duck into an open doorway and yet another police car drives past
the end of the road. They take a moment to catch their breath.)
SHERLOCK: It’s a game-changer. It’s a key – it can break into any system and it’s sitting in our
flat right now. That’s why he left that message telling everyone where to come. “Get Sherlock.”
We need to get back into the flat and search.
JOHN: CID’ll be camped out. Why plant it on you?
SHERLOCK: It’s another subtle way of smearing my name. Now I’m best pals with all those
criminals.
(John has spotted a pile of newspapers nearby and he picks up the top copy.)
JOHN: Yeah, well, have you seen this?
(It’s a copy of “The Sun” – the same edition that Mycroft had at the Diogenes Club that
morning, telling of the upcoming exposé by Kitty Riley. John shows it to Sherlock.)
JOHN: A kiss and tell. Some bloke called Rich Brook.
(Sherlock slowly turns his head – clearly the name means something to him. John is still looking
at the paper and doesn’t see his expression.)
JOHN: Who is he?

Kitty Riley parks her car outside her home, gets out and locks the car before walking to the
front door. Opening it, she walks along the hall to the door of her flat, then pauses and looks at
the door nervously when she realises that it is slightly ajar. Hesitantly she pushes the door open
and reaches for the light switch on the wall. The lights come on and she is greeted with the
sight of Sherlock and John sitting side by side on her sofa, each of them drumming the fingers
of their handcuffed hand on their respective knees.
SHERLOCK: Too late to go on the record?

Not long afterwards, Kitty is sitting in an armchair while the boys stand in the middle of the
room. Sherlock is using a hairpin to pick the lock on his handcuff.
SHERLOCK (to Kitty): Congratulations. The truth about Sherlock Holmes.
(He frees his hand and gives the hairpin to John before starting to pace back and forth in front
of Kitty.)
SHERLOCK: The scoop that everybody wanted and you got it. Bravo(!)
KITTY: I gave you your opportunity. I wanted to be on your side, remember? You turned me
down, so ...
SHERLOCK: And then, behold, someone turns up and spills all the beans. How utterly
convenient. Who is Brook?
(Kitty shakes her head, refusing to tell him any more.)
SHERLOCK: Oh, come on, Kitty. No-one trusts the voice at the end of a telephone.
(John finally frees his own hand from the cuffs.)
SHERLOCK: There are all those furtive little meetings in cafés; those sessions in the hotel room
where he gabbled into your dictaphone. How do you know that you can trust him? A man turns
up with the Holy Grail in his pockets. (Sternly) What were his credentials?
(Outside in the hallway there have been the sounds of someone coming in through the main
front door. Now Kitty looks towards the door of the flat and rises to her feet with a concerned
look on her face when someone pushes her door open. Sherlock turns to follow her gaze as Jim
Moriarty, unshaven and with his hair messy and wearing casual clothes including a cardigan,
walks in with a shopping bag.)
JIM: Darling, they didn’t have any ground coffee so I just got normal ...
(He raises his eyes and stares in terror at the sight of Sherlock, whose own eyes widen. Jim
drops the shopping bag and backs away until he bumps into the wall behind him, holding up his
hands protectively in front of him.)
JIM (his voice trembling): You said that they wouldn’t find me here. You said that I’d be safe
here.
KITTY: You are safe, Richard. I’m a witness. He wouldn’t harm you in front of witnesses.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)