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At 221, Mrs Hudson gives a mug of tea to the workman who is squatting in the hallway. He
takes it and smiles gratefully, and once she has moved away he picks up one of his tools and
puts it into his toolbox. Lying on top of all the other tools is a pistol with a small silencer
attached to it. He raises his eyes ominously in the direction of Mrs H as she goes back into
221A.
While the assassin on the staircase continues to assemble his rifle, at Scotland Yard a plain
clothed police officer in the general office looks round to Greg’s office with his eyes narrowed as
the D.I. speaks on the phone.)
LESTRADE (into phone): Yes, sir, thank you. ’Bye.
(On the stairwell, the assassin finishes his assembly, opens the nearby window and aims his
gun out of it as John’s taxi gets closer to Bart’s.
On the rooftop, Sherlock breathes shallowly and rapidly, holding his sleeve up over his mouth in
horror as he turns to look again at Jim’s fixed grin. He thinks frantically for a while, then slowly
turns towards the edge of the building. His breathing begins to slow as he steps up onto the
ledge, blows out another breath and looks down towards the ground. In the street below, John’s
taxi pulls up. Sherlock takes out his phone and selects a speed dial. The answering phone
begins to ring below him as John gets out of the taxi and raises his phone to his ear as he trots
towards the hospital.)
JOHN: Hello?
SHERLOCK: John.
JOHN: Hey, Sherlock, you okay?
SHERLOCK: Turn around and walk back the way you came now.
JOHN: No, I’m coming in.
SHERLOCK (frantically): Just do as I ask. Please.
JOHN (turning back and looking around bewildered): Where?
(Sherlock pauses for a moment while John walks back along the road, then speaks urgently.)
SHERLOCK: Stop there.
JOHN (stopping): Sherlock?
SHERLOCK: Okay, look up. I’m on the rooftop.
(John turns and looks up, his face filling with horror.)
JOHN: Oh God.
SHERLOCK: I ... I ... I can’t come down, so we’ll ... we’ll just have to do it like this.
JOHN (anxiously): What’s going on?
SHERLOCK: An apology. It’s all true.
JOHN: Wh-what?
SHERLOCK: Everything they said about me. I invented Moriarty.
(He looks around briefly at his enemy’s grinning body lying behind him. On the ground, John
stares up at his friend in disbelief.)
JOHN: Why are you saying this?
(Sherlock turns back to look down at him. His voice breaks.)
SHERLOCK: I’m a fake.
JOHN: Sherlock ...
SHERLOCK (his voice becoming tearful): The newspapers were right all along. I want you to tell
Lestrade; I want you to tell Mrs Hudson, and Molly ... in fact, tell anyone who will listen to you
that I created Moriarty for my own purposes.
JOHN: Okay, shut up, Sherlock, shut up. The first time we met ... the first time we met, you
knew all about my sister, right?
SHERLOCK: Nobody could be that clever.
JOHN: You could.
(Sherlock laughs and gazes down at his friend, a tear dripping from his chin.)
SHERLOCK: I researched you. Before we met I discovered everything that I could to impress
you. (He sniffs quietly.) It’s a trick. Just a magic trick.
(John has his eyes closed and is shaking his head repeatedly.)
JOHN: No. All right, stop it now.
(He starts to walk towards the hospital entrance.)
SHERLOCK (urgently): No, stay exactly where you are. Don’t move.
(John stops and backs up, holding up his hand towards Sherlock in capitulation.)
JOHN: All right.
(Breathing rapidly, Sherlock has his own hand stretched out towards his friend.)
SHERLOCK: Keep your eyes fixed on me. (His voice becomes frantic.) Please, will you do this
for me?

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)