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(He looks across to Sherlock again, this time keeping his Richard face on. John continues
looking through the folder at other publicity stills of Rich together with his CV. Jim gestures
towards John, looking at Sherlock pleadingly.)
JIM: Just tell him. It’s all coming out now. It’s all over. (His voice becomes more frantic.) Just
tell them. Just tell them. Tell him!
(Baring his teeth, Sherlock starts to walk towards him.)
JIM: It’s all over now ... NO!
(He backs away from Sherlock and up a short flight of stairs towards the bedroom on the upper
level of the flat. His eyes are wide and terrified.)
JIM: Don’t you touch me! Don’t you lay a finger on me!
SHERLOCK (furiously): Stop it. Stop it NOW!
(Jim turns and bolts up the stairs.)
JIM: Don’t hurt me!
(Sherlock and John chase after him.)
JOHN: Don’t let him get away!
KITTY: Leave him alone!
(Jim runs into the bathroom on the other side of the bedroom. With Kitty still at the bottom of
the stairs and therefore unsighted, and John halfway up the stairs with his vision blocked by
Sherlock ahead of him, Jim turns and grins manically at Sherlock for a brief second before
slamming the door shut. Sherlock runs to the door and struggles momentarily to open it, then
shoves it open but Jim has already disappeared through the open window opposite. There’s a
crash outside as if Jim has landed on top of a dustbin. Sherlock looks out of the window, then
turns to stop John.)
SHERLOCK: No, no, no. He’ll have back-up.
(He heads towards the stairs. Kitty backs down to get out of his way but doesn’t move quickly,
slowing him down.)
KITTY: D’you know what, Sherlock Holmes? I look at you now and I can read you.
(He stops at the bottom of the stairs as she gets into his face.)
KITTY: And you ... repel ... me.
(Sherlock turns and heads out of the door. John, still holding the folder of the articles about
Rich, shoves Kitty aside and follows him. She closes the door behind them. The boys go out
onto the street and John stops while Sherlock begins to pace rapidly back and forth in the
middle of the road.)
JOHN: Can he do that? Completely change his identity; make you the criminal?
SHERLOCK: He’s got my whole life story. That’s what you do when you sell a big lie; you wrap it
up in the truth to make it more palatable.
JOHN: Your word against his.
SHERLOCK: He’s been sowing doubt into people’s minds for the last twenty-four hours. There’s
only one thing he needs to do to complete his game, and that’s to ...
(He stops dead. John, who has been rifling through the folder, looks up at his friend, who is
turned away from him.)
JOHN: Sherlock?
SHERLOCK: Something I need to do.
JOHN: What? Can I help?
SHERLOCK: No – on my own.
(He briskly walks away. John watches him, sighing, then looks down at the papers again. He
looks up and down the road and then apparently decides where he needs to go and heads off in
the opposite direction.)

BART’S. Molly comes out of a small side room in a lab, switches off the lights and walks across
the darkened lab, sighing tiredly. As she reaches the door to the corridor, Sherlock is standing
in the darkness behind her with his face turned away from her. She doesn’t see him and
reaches for the door handle.
SHERLOCK: You’re wrong, you know.
(She gasps and jumps, spinning around towards him.)
SHERLOCK: You do count. You’ve always counted and I’ve always trusted you.
(He turns his head towards her.)
SHERLOCK: But you were right. I’m not okay.
MOLLY: Tell me what’s wrong.
SHERLOCK (slowly walking towards her): Molly, I think I’m going to die.
MOLLY: What do you need?

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)