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(He glances down at Jim.)
SHERLOCK: Please?
(Jim looks disappointed that Sherlock should be so ‘ordinary.’)
JIM: Of course.
(He moves away across the roof. Sherlock takes several shallow anxious breaths, then he stops
breathing for a moment as his brain kicks into gear again. He lifts his gaze and his expression
becomes more like the Sherlock we know while his eyes become thoughtful. Slowly a smile
spreads across his face and he starts to chuckle. Behind him, Jim is slowly walking away across
the roof but he stops, his expression livid, when Sherlock laughs with delight. Jim spins around
furiously.)
JIM: What?
(Sherlock continues to laugh.)
JIM (angrily): What is it?
(Sherlock half turns on the ledge, smiling towards him as he glares back.)
JIM (angrily): What did I miss?
(Sherlock hops down off the ledge and walks closer to him.)
SHERLOCK: “You’re not going to do it.” So the killers can be called off, then – there’s a recall
code or a word or a number.
(Now he’s the one circling his prey.)
SHERLOCK: I don’t have to die ... (his voice becomes sing-song) ... if I’ve got you.
JIM: Oh! (He laughs in relieved delight.) You think you can make me stop the order? You think
you can make me do that?
SHERLOCK (still circling him): Yes. So do you.
JIM: Sherlock, your big brother and all the King’s horses couldn’t make me do a thing I didn’t
want to.
SHERLOCK (stopping and getting into Jim’s face): Yes, but I’m not my brother, remember? I am
you – prepared to do anything; prepared to burn; prepared to do what ordinary people won’t
do. You want me to shake hands with you in hell? I shall not disappoint you.
(Jim shakes his head slowly.)
JIM: Naah. You talk big. Naah. You’re ordinary. You’re ordinary – you’re on the side of the
angels.
SHERLOCK (his voice becoming more ominous): Oh, I may be on the side of the angels, but
don’t think for one second that I am one of them.
(The enemies lock eyes for a long moment while Jim tries to deduce how far Sherlock will go.)
JIM: No, you’re not.
(He blinks, then closes his eyes briefly. Sherlock does likewise in an unintentional mirror
movement. Jim smiles and opens his eyes again.)
JIM (softly, insanely): I see. You’re not ordinary. No. You’re me.
(He hisses out a delighted laugh and his voice becomes more high-pitched.)
JIM: You’re me! Thank you!
(He lifts his right hand as if to embrace Sherlock, but then lowers it and offers it to him to shake
instead.)
JIM: Sherlock Holmes.
(They both look down at the offered hand, then Sherlock slowly raises his own right hand and
takes it.)
JIM (nodding almost frenetically, though his voice stays soft): Thank you. Bless you.
(He blinks and lowers his gaze as if blinking back tears.)
JIM: As long as I’m alive, you can save your friends; you’ve got a way out.
(He continues to blink with his gaze lowered.)
JIM: Well, good luck with that.
(In rapid succession he raises his eyes to Sherlock’s, grins manically, opens his mouth wide and
pulls Sherlock closer while he reaches into his waistband with his other hand and pulls out a
pistol and raises it towards his own mouth. As Sherlock instinctively pulls back, crying out in
alarm, Jim sticks the muzzle into his own mouth and pulls the trigger, dropping to the roof
instantly. Sherlock stares in horror as blood begins to trickle across the roof underneath Jim’s
head. Jim’s eyes are fixed and open and there is a smile of victory on his face. Sherlock spins
away from him, his breathing noisy and frantic as he raises his hands to his head in horror.
Not far away and obviously unseen by Sherlock, a man trots up a staircase and then sits down
on the stairs and begins to assemble a high-powered rifle. Meanwhile John sits anxiously in the
taxi on his way back to Bart’s.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)