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JOHN: What happened? Is she okay? (He listens.) Oh my God. Right, yes, I’m coming.
(He switches the phone off.)
SHERLOCK: What is it?
JOHN: Paramedics. Mrs Hudson – she’s been shot.
SHERLOCK: What? How?
JOHN (frantically): Well, probably one of the killers you managed to attract ... Jesus. Jesus.
She’s dying, Sherlock. Let’s go.
(He turns towards the door.)
SHERLOCK (disinterestedly): You go. I’m busy.
(John turns back towards him, his face appalled.)
JOHN: Busy?
SHERLOCK: Thinking. I need to think.
JOHN: You need to ...? Doesn’t she mean anything to you? You once half killed a man because
he laid a finger on her.
SHERLOCK (shrugging): She’s my landlady.
JOHN (furiously): She’s dying ...
(He flails a hand in front of himself in utter disbelief at Sherlock’s attitude.)
JOHN: You machine.
(He looks down, shaking his head.)
JOHN: Sod this. Sod this. (He heads towards the door.) You stay here if you want, on your own.
SHERLOCK: Alone is what I have. Alone protects me.
JOHN (opening the door and looking back at him angrily): No. Friends protect people.
(He storms out of the room. Sherlock lifts his gaze towards the door. A moment later his phone
trills a text alert. He reaches into his pocket and looks at the message:

I’m waiting...
JM

Taking his feet off the bench and standing up, he walks across the lab buttoning his jacket. He
picks up his coat, opens the door and leaves the room.)

On the roof of the hospital, daylight has come. Jim Moriarty – now back in a typical smart suit
and overcoat and with his hair slicked back – calmly sits on the raised ledge at the edge of the
roof with his phone in his hand while The Bee Gees’ “Stayin’ Alive” plays from it. He doesn’t look
at Sherlock as he comes onto the roof and walks towards him.
JIM: Ah. Here we are at last – you and me, Sherlock, and our problem – the final problem.
(He holds the phone up higher.)
JIM: Stayin’ alive! It’s so boring, isn’t it?
(Angrily he switches off the phone.)
JIM: It’s just ... (he holds his hand out flat with the palm down and skims it slowly through the
air level to the roof) ... staying.
(He pulls his hand back and briefly sinks his head into it while Sherlock paces around the roof in
front of him.)
JIM: All my life I’ve been searching for distractions. You were the best distraction and now I
don’t even have you. Because I’ve beaten you.
(Sherlock’s head turns sharply towards him as he continues to pace.)
JIM: And you know what? In the end it was easy.
(Sherlock stops and folds his hands behind his back.)
JIM (quietly, disappointed): It was easy. Now I’ve got to go back to playing with the ordinary
people. And it turns out you’re ordinary just like all of them.
(He lowers his head again and rubs his face before looking up at Sherlock.)
JIM: Ah well.
(He stands up and walks closer, then starts to pace slowly around the detective.)
JIM: Did you almost start to wonder if I was real? Did I nearly get you?
SHERLOCK: Richard Brook.
JIM: Nobody seems to get the joke, but you do.
SHERLOCK: Of course.
JIM: Attaboy.
SHERLOCK: Rich Brook in German is Reichen Bach – the case that made my name.
JIM (in a fake American accent): Just tryin’ to have some fun.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)