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JOHN: Did they know, too?
(Sherlock won’t meet his eyes.)
SHERLOCK: Hmm?
JOHN: That you spent the last two years playing hide and seek.
(Sherlock picks an imaginary piece of fluff off the keyboard of his laptop which is open on the
dining table.)
SHERLOCK: Maybe.
JOHN: Ah! So that’s why they weren’t at the funeral.
SHERLOCK (defensively): Sorry. Sorry again.
JOHN (cynically): Mm.
(He slowly steps towards the door. Sherlock watches him for a moment, then lowers his head.)
SHERLOCK (softly): Sorry.
(Drawing in a deep breath, John meets his eyes for a second and then looks down, breathing
out slowly.)
SHERLOCK: See you’ve shaved it off, then.
JOHN: Yeah. Wasn’t working for me.
SHERLOCK: Mm, I’m glad.
JOHN: What, you didn’t like it?
SHERLOCK (smiling): No. I prefer my doctors clean-shaven.
JOHN: That’s not a sentence you hear every day!
(He has been slowly walking across the room again and is now in front of his old chair. He sits
down in it, grunting a little. There are healing cuts and gashes on the side of his head where it
was scratched by the foliage while he was thrashing about under the bonfire.)
SHERLOCK: How are you feeling?
JOHN: Yeah, not bad. Bit ... smoked.
SHERLOCK: Right.
(John looks at him seriously.)
JOHN: Last night – who did that? And why did they target me?
SHERLOCK: I don’t know.
JOHN: Is it someone trying to get to you through me? Is it something to do with this terrorist
thing you talked about?
SHERLOCK: I don’t know. I can’t see the pattern. It’s too nebulous.
(He walks towards his wall of information.)
SHERLOCK: Why would an agent give his life to tell us something incredibly insignificant? That’s
what’s strange.
JOHN: “Give his life”?
SHERLOCK: According to Mycroft. There’s an underground network planning an attack on
London – that’s all we know.
(He looks down and frowns as an apparently random memory comes to him of the dust trickling
down from the ceiling in the ‘Jack the Ripper’ room. He turns and gestures to the paperwork on
the wall.)
SHERLOCK: These are my rats, John.
JOHN: Rats?
SHERLOCK: My markers: agents, low-lifes, people who might find themselves arrested or their
diplomatic immunity suddenly rescinded. If one of them starts acting suspiciously, we know
something’s up. Five of them are behaving perfectly normally, but the sixth ...
(He points to the relevant photograph.)
JOHN (pointing to that photo): I know him, don’t I?
(If we hadn’t already realised it, the photograph is of the man who got into the disappearing
Tube car.)
SHERLOCK: Lord Moran, peer of the realm, Minister for Overseas Development. Pillar of the
establishment.
JOHN: Yes!
SHERLOCK: He’s been working for North Korea since 1996.
JOHN: What?
SHERLOCK: He’s the Big Rat. Rat Number One. And he’s just done something very suspicious
indeed.

Later, Sherlock is showing Howard’s footage of the mysterious Tube train disappearance to
John, who has taken off his coat and is sitting at the dining table.
JOHN (looking at the screen): Yeah, that’s ... odd. There’s nowhere he could have got off?

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)