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(Molly has been gazing at him for the last few seconds and now looks startled by his question.)
MOLLY (blankly): Hmm?
(Sherlock looks disapprovingly at her for a moment, then turns to Howard. Molly looks
embarrassed.)
SHERLOCK: So if the driver of the train was in on it, then the passenger did get off.
HOWARD: There’s nowhere he could go. It’s a straight run on the District Line between the two
stations. There’s no side tunnels, no maintenance tunnels – nothing on any map. Nothing. The
train never stops, and the man vanishes. Good, innit?!
(Sherlock closes his eyes, replaying a close-up of the passenger on the platform as his head
turned towards the camera.)
SHERLOCK: I know that face.
(His eyes snap open, but now he’s in his Mind Palace, calling up footage of trains travelling
along Tube lines, racing along the various lines on the Tube map, and generally recalling
everything he can about the London Underground. Some time during the process he physically
relocates to the stairs outside the flat, presumably so that he can concentrate better, but he
frowns when he realises where he is, as if he doesn’t remember moving. Shutting his eyes to
get back into the zone, he continues his search, mentally walking down a long flight of stairs
beside escalators in an Underground station. Briefly the face of the disappearing man appears in
his mind before more images from the Tube network and maps flash though his brain, and then
the man’s face appears again.)

BAKER STREET. John walks towards the front door of 221 and stops a couple of feet away from
the doorstep, looking thoughtfully at the door. A man comes around the corner and walks along
the road, barging past him and bumping roughly into his shoulder. John turns to look at him as
he continues onwards without speaking.
JOHN (sarcastically): ’Scuse you.
(The man glances over his shoulder at him but doesn’t stop. Behind John, another man walks
up to him, grabs his left wrist and instantly jabs the needle of a syringe into the right side of his
neck. John tries to grab at him but the drug is already starting to take effect and his weakening
struggles are in vain. The first man comes back and they both hold him as he starts to fall. They
carefully lower him to the ground and he lies there, still vaguely conscious but unable to move.)

HOWARD’S BUILDING. Molly looks up the stairs and slowly walks up them towards Sherlock as
he stands there with his eyes closed. After a moment he opens his eyes but can see only a
ticking clock, followed by a journey through a Tube tunnel.
SHERLOCK (quick fire, his eyes rapidly flickering back and forth): The journey between those
stations usually takes five minutes. That journey took ten minutes – ten minutes to get from
Westminster to St James’s Park. (He looks down at Molly.) So I’m going to need maps – lots of
maps, older maps, all the maps.
MOLLY: Right.
SHERLOCK (walking past her and continuing down the stairs): Fancy some chips?
MOLLY: What?
SHERLOCK: I know a fantastic fish shop just off the Marylebone Road. The owner always gives
me extra portions.
MOLLY (following him): Did you get him off a murder charge?
SHERLOCK: No – I helped him put up some shelves.
(She giggles and he smiles briefly.)
MOLLY: Sherlock?
SHERLOCK: Hmm?
(He stops at the bottom of the stairs and turns back to her.)
MOLLY: What was today about?
SHERLOCK: Saying thank you.
MOLLY: For what?
SHERLOCK: Everything you did for me.
MOLLY: It’s okay. It was my pleasure.
(She reaches the bottom of the stairs and starts towards the door but turns back as he speaks.)
SHERLOCK: No, I mean it.
MOLLY: I don’t mean ‘pleasure.’ I mean, I didn’t mind. I wanted to.
SHERLOCK (stepping closer and speaking intensely but softly): Moriarty slipped up. He made a
mistake. Because the one person he thought didn’t matter at all to me was the one person that
mattered the most. You made it all possible.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)