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             SHERLOCK: Of course I’m gonna miss dinner. There’ll be people.
             (He starts to turn away, then turns back.)
             SHERLOCK: How can John be having a birthday dinner? All his friends hate him.
             (John smiles very briefly.)
             SHERLOCK: You only have to look at their faces. I wrote an essay on suppressed hatred in close
             proximity based entirely on his friends.
             (John smiles again. Sherlock looks away thoughtfully.)
             SHERLOCK: On reflection, it probably wasn’t a very good choice of gift.
             (He pulls himself together and looks into the camera for a moment before looking past it to
             Greg.)
             SHERLOCK: What was my excuse again?
             LESTRADE: You said you had a thing.
             SHERLOCK: Ah, right, yes! That’s right. A thing.
             LESTRADE: You might wanna elaborate.
             SHERLOCK: No, no, no. Only lies have detail.
             (John closes his eyes and shakes his head minutely. Sherlock stares intensely into the camera
             for a couple of seconds.)
             SHERLOCK: Right, I just ... I need a moment to, um, figure out what I’m going to do.
             (He walks towards the window. John looks down at his glass.)
             JOHN: I can tell you what you can do. You can stop being dead.
             (He drinks.)
             SHERLOCK (back in front of the camera and looking straight into it): Okay.
             (John looks at the screen, startled, but Sherlock has already walked away again.)
             SHERLOCK: Okay, I’m ready now.
             (He sits down in his armchair, settles into it, then looks into the camera.)
             SHERLOCK: Hallo, John. (He smiles.) I’m sorry I’m not there at the moment. I’m very busy.
             However, many happy returns.
             (John looks at the screen, his face hard to read.)
             SHERLOCK: Oh, and don’t worry. I’m going to be with you again very soon.
             (John’s doorbell rings. He looks round, then sits forward, putting his glass on the table and
             pressing the Pause button on the remote control. The picture freezes on Sherlock looking
             intensely into the camera. John stands up and walks out of the room.)

             ANDERSON: He’s coming back.
             (In the pub, he looks up and smiles to himself, then laughs quietly and looks down at the map,
             chuckling with delight.)

             Greg is walking along a road, intermittently looking down at his phone, but then stops and
             stares at a man with a white beard standing nearby. The man is reading a copy of the Daily
             Express and the back page of the newspaper is facing towards Greg. It shows three footballers
             in the middle of a match, and the headline reads, “THE GAME IS BACK ON!” Greg stares at the
             headline for a few seconds, then smiles cynically and walks into a nearby shop.

             Back in John’s living room, the Pause button shifts to Play on its own. Sherlock smiles widely
             into the camera and winks.



             The Empty Hearse

             As John Watson’s anguished cry of “Sherlock!” rings in the air, John himself approaches
             Sherlock Holmes’ headstone. We see brief flashback clips of Sherlock and Jim Moriarty on the
             rooftop of Bart’s Hospital, then of John arriving by taxi at the hospital and Sherlock standing on
             the roof’s edge talking to him by phone.
             SHERLOCK: It’s a trick. Just a magic trick.
             JOHN: No. All right, stop it now.
             (He starts to walk towards the hospital.)
             SHERLOCK: No, stay exactly where you are.
             (John backs up.)
             SHERLOCK: Don’t move.
             JOHN: All right.

                                                            Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)
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