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             SHERLOCK: Not according to the maps.
             JOHN: Mm.
             SHERLOCK: There’s something – something, something I’m missing, something staring me in
             the face.
             (He turns to the wall again but then his phone beeps. He takes it out of his pocket.)
             JOHN (sitting down in front of the computer): Any idea who they are – this underground
             network?
             (Sherlock looks at a sequence of photos taken of Lord Moran walking along a road next to the
             Houses of Parliament. The sequence seems to indicate that he has just come up from
             Westminster Tube station.)
             JOHN (looking at the computer screen): Intelligence must have a-a list of the most obvious
             ones.
             SHERLOCK: Our rat’s just come out of his den.
             JOHN: Al-Qaeda; the IRA have been getting restless again – maybe they’re gonna make an
             appearance ...
             SHERLOCK (triumphantly): Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES! I’ve been an idiot – a blind idiot!
             JOHN: What?
             SHERLOCK (pacing across the room): Oh, that’s good. That could be brilliant.
             JOHN: What are you on about?
             SHERLOCK: Mycroft’s intelligence – it’s not nebulous at all. It’s specific – incredibly specific.
             JOHN (firmly): What do you mean?
             SHERLOCK: Not an underground network, John. It’s an Underground network.
             JOHN: Right. ... What?
             SHERLOCK: Sometimes a deception is so audacious, so outrageous that you can’t see it even
             when it’s staring you in the face.
             (He leans over John’s shoulder to replay the Tube footage of the lone passenger – Lord Moran –
             getting into the train at Westminster.)
             SHERLOCK: Look – seven carriages leave Westminster ... (the footage switches to show the
             next station) ... but only six carriages arrive at St James’s Park.
             JOHN: But that’s ... I ... it’s-it’s impossible.
             SHERLOCK: Moran didn’t disappear – the entire Tube compartment did. The driver must have
             diverted the train and then detached the last carriage.
             JOHN: Detached it where?! You said there was nothing between those stations.
             SHERLOCK: Not on the maps, but once you eliminate all the other factors, the only thing
             remaining must be the truth. (He points at the screen.) That carriage vanished, so it must be
             somewhere.
             JOHN: But why, though? Why detach it in the first place?
             SHERLOCK (pacing): It vanishes between St James’s Park and Westminster. Lord Moran
             vanishes. You’re kidnapped and nearly burned to death at a fireworks par...
             (He stops. He’s got it.)
             SHERLOCK (turning to John): What’s the date, John – today’s date?
             JOHN: Hmm? November the ... My God.
             (Sherlock looks at the information wall and walks slowly towards it.)
             SHERLOCK: Lord Moran – he’s a peer of the realm. Normally he’d sit in the House. Tonight
             there’s an all-night sitting to vote on the new anti-terrorism Bill.
             (He stops in front of the sofa and smiles.)
             SHERLOCK: But he won’t be there. Not tonight. (He turns to look down at John.) Not the fifth of
             November.
             JOHN: “Remember, remember.”
             SHERLOCK: “Gunpowder treason and plot.”
             [More information about the rhyme they’re reciting here]


             Shortly afterwards Howard Shilcott – sitting in his living room and wearing his bobble hat – is
             Skypeing with the boys on the laptop while Sherlock and John frantically search through maps
             and papers on the kitchen table at 221B.
             HOWARD: There’s nothing down there, Mr Holmes, I told you. No sidings, no ghost stations.
             SHERLOCK (turning the laptop around so that John can see the screen): There has to be. Check
             again.
             (Howard leans offscreen. John is looking through a book.)



                                                            Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)
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