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             SHERLOCK (still slowly approaching her): If I wasn’t everything that you think I am –
             everything that I think I am – would you still want to help me?
             (She gazes up at him as he stops close to her.)
             MOLLY: What do you need?
             (He steps even closer, his expression intense.)
             SHERLOCK: You.

             THE DIOGENES CLUB. Mycroft walks across one of the common rooms, where an old man is fast
             asleep in an armchair, and goes into the smaller private room, reaching for the door handle to
             close it, but he stops when he realises that John is sitting in one of the armchairs with his back
             to him. John is still looking through Kitty’s file.
             JOHN: She has really done her homework, Miss Riley – things that only someone close to
             Sherlock could know.
             MYCROFT (closing the door): Ah.
             JOHN: Have you seen your brother’s address book lately? Two names: yours and mine, and
             Moriarty didn’t get this stuff from me.
             (Mycroft walks across the room to face him.)
             MYCROFT: John ...
             JOHN: So how does it work, then, your relationship? D’you go out for a coffee now and then,
             eh, you and Jim?
             (Mycroft sits down in the chair opposite and opens his mouth but John interrupts again. His
             voice is full of controlled anger.)
             JOHN: Your own brother, and you blabbed about his entire life to this maniac.
             MYCROFT: I never inten... I never dreamt ...
             JOHN (interrupting): So this ...th-th-this ... (he looks through the papers again) ... is what you
             were trying to tell me, isn’t it: “Watch his back, ’cause I’ve made a mistake.”
             (He slaps the papers down on the table beside his chair and sits back, clearing his throat as he
             tries to stay calm.)
             JOHN: How did you meet him?
             (Mycroft draws in a long breath.)
             MYCROFT: People like him: we know about them; we watch them. But James Moriarty ... the
             most dangerous criminal mind the world has ever seen, and in his pocket the ultimate weapon:
             a keycode. A few lines of computer code that could unlock any door.
             JOHN: And you abducted him to try and find the keycode?
             MYCROFT: Interrogated him for weeks.
             (Flashback to Mycroft watching through a one-way mirror while, in the cell on the other side of
             the mirror – the cell we saw at the end of “The Hounds of Baskerville” – a man viciously beats a
             seated Jim across the face.)
             JOHN: And?
             MYCROFT: He wouldn’t play along.
             (In the flashback, Jim slowly turns his head towards the front after the blow and stares up at his
             interrogator, who strikes him again.)
             MYCROFT: He just sat there, staring into the darkness.
             (Again Jim turns his head to the front, appearing unfazed by the assault. The interrogator
             strikes him again.)
             MYCROFT: The only thing that made him open up ...
             (Ruefully he gestures to himself. In the flashback, Mycroft opens the door to the cell and stops
             in the doorway. Jim lifts his head and looks at Mycroft’s reflection in the mirror in front of him.)
             MYCROFT: I could get him to talk ...
             (Mycroft comes into the room and turns to shut the door behind him. Jim closes his eyes and
             smiles blissfully as Mycroft walks closer.)
             MYCROFT: ... just a little, but ...
             (He trails off. John grimly finishes the sentence for him.)
             JOHN: ... in return you had to offer him Sherlock’s life story. So one big lie – Sherlock’s a fraud
             – but people will swallow it because the rest of it’s true.
             (He leans forward in his chair.)
             JOHN: Moriarty wanted Sherlock destroyed, right? And you have given him the perfect
             ammunition.
             (He smiles bitterly at him. Mycroft lowers his eyes. John pulls in a sharp breath and then gets to
             his feet, turning towards the door.)
             MYCROFT: John ...

                                                            Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)
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