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(Continuing to pace around him, he looks down to Sherlock’s hands and sees that he is tapping
out a rhythm with his fingers.)
JIM: Good. You got that too.
SHERLOCK: Beats like digits.
(Flashback to Jim sitting at 221B drumming his fingers on his knee.)
SHERLOCK: Every beat is a one; every rest is a zero. Binary code. That’s why all those
assassins tried to save my life. It was hidden on me; hidden inside my head – a few simple lines
of computer code that can break into any system.
JIM: I told all my clients: last one to Sherlock is a sissy.
SHERLOCK (gesturing to his own head): Yes, but now that it’s up here, I can use it to alter all
the records. I can kill Rich Brook and bring back Jim Moriarty.
(Jim gazes at him for a moment, then turns away with a disappointed look on his face.)
JIM: No, no, no, no, no, this is too easy.
(He buries his head in his hands.)
JIM: This is too easy.
(Lowering his hands, he turns back to Sherlock.)
JIM: There is no key, DOOFUS!
(He screams the last word into Sherlock’s face.)
JIM: Those digits are meaningless. They’re utterly meaningless.
(Sherlock can’t hide the confusion on his face.)
JIM: You don’t really think a couple of lines of computer code are gonna crash the world around
our ears? I’m disappointed.
(He turns away and lumbers across the roof, making his voice sound moronic as he continues
speaking.)
JIM: I’m disappointed in you, ordinary Sherlock.
SHERLOCK: But the rhythm ...
JIM: “Partita number one.” Thank you, Johann Sebastian Bach.
SHERLOCK: But then how did ...
JIM (speaking over him): Then how did I break into the Bank, to the Tower, to the Prison?
(He turns and spreads his arms wide.)
JIM: Daylight robbery. All it takes is some willing participants.
(In flashback at the White Tower, Jim selects the Crown icon on his phone. A message is
automatically sent to the man in the surveillance room who hasn’t gone to make tea. He lifts his
own phone to see the message: “it’s showtime !” then types on his keyboard and the alarms
begin to sound as the security screens go blank. He gets up from the desk and hurries off,
presumably to close the security door that will shut Jim into the Crown Jewels display room.)
JIM: I knew you’d fall for it. That’s your weakness – you always want everything to be clever.
Now, shall we finish the game? One final act. Glad you chose a tall building – nice way to do it.
(Sherlock has been staring blankly into the distance. Now he sounds bewildered.)
SHERLOCK: Do it? Do – do what?
(He blinks as it becomes clearer to him and he turns towards Jim.)
SHERLOCK: Yes, of course. My suicide.
JIM: “Genius detective proved to be a fraud.” I read it in the paper, so it must be true. I love
newspapers. Fairytales.
(Sherlock walks to the edge of the roof and leans forward, looking over the side to the ground
below. Jim walks to stand beside him and looks over the side as well.)
JIM: And pretty Grimm ones too.
(He turns his head and looks ominously at Sherlock.)

221B. A taxi pulls up outside and John jumps out and hurries towards the door, scrabbling for
his keys. Hurrying inside, he sees the tattooed bald workman standing at the top of his
stepladder just in front of the stairs, drilling a hole into the wall. Mrs Hudson is standing nearby
watching him. As John runs towards her, she jolts in startlement, having not heard his approach
over the sound of the drill.
MRS HUDSON: Oh, God, John! You made me jump!
JOHN (staring at her in confusion): But ...
MRS HUDSON: Is everything okay now with the police? Has, um, Sherlock sorted it all out?
(John stares for a moment longer and then it suddenly sinks in.)
JOHN (softly, his voice full of horror): Oh my God.
(He turns around and runs outside, looking up and down the street frantically. Luckily he
immediately sees what he needs.)

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)