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JOHN: Look – this whole area is a big mess of old and new stuff. Charing Cross is made up of
bits of older stations like Trafalgar Square, Strand ...
SHERLOCK: No, it’s none of those. We’ve accounted for those.
(He looks closer at an old map.)
SHERLOCK: St Margaret’s Street, Bridge Street, Sumatra Road, Parliament Street ...
HOWARD (taking the pom pom that he’s been chewing out of his mouth): Hang on, hang on.
Sumatra Road. You mentioned Sumatra Road, Mr Holmes. (He leans offscreen.) There is
something. I knew it rang a bell. (Muttering) Where is it? (He comes back into view.) There was
a station down there.
JOHN: Well, why isn’t it on the maps?
HOWARD: ’Cause it was closed before it ever opened.
JOHN: What?
HOWARD (holding up a book to the camera to show the relevant page): They built the
platforms, even the staircases, but it all got tied up in legal disputes, so they never built the
station on the surface.
(Grinning, he points to the appropriate spot on the page. Sherlock has been slowly
straightening up while Howard spoke.)
SHERLOCK: It’s right underneath the Palace of Westminster.
JOHN: And so what’s down there? A bomb?
(Sherlock walks away.)
JOHN: Oh ...
(He hurries after him, grabbing his coat as he goes.)

NEWSREADER (on the television): With many commentators saying the vote on the terrorism
Bill will be too close to call, MPs are now making their way into the Chamber for what the
government is calling the most important vote of this parliament. Over now to our ...
(In a hotel room, Lord Moran is lying fully dressed on the bed watching the TV. He points the
remote control at the television and changes to a different channel.)
MALE VOICE (on the TV): What freedoms exactly are we protecting if we start spying on our
own people? This is an Orwellian measure on a scale unprecedented ...

Sherlock and John walk briskly along the road near the Houses of Parliament and head to the
stairs leading down into Westminster station. They walk across the concourse, past the fangirls,
through the ticket barriers and along the corridors.
JOHN: So it’s a bomb, then? A Tube carriage is carrying a bomb.
SHERLOCK: Must be.
JOHN: Right.
(Taking off his glove, he gets his phone from his pocket.)
SHERLOCK: What are you doing?
JOHN: Calling the police.
SHERLOCK: What? No!
JOHN: Sherlock, this isn’t a game. They need to evacuate Parliament.
SHERLOCK: They’ll get in the way. They always do. This is cleaner, more efficient.
(Stopping at a locked maintenance entrance, he reaches into his coat, takes out a crowbar and
starts to force the gate open.)
JOHN: And illegal.
SHERLOCK: A bit.
(The gate opens and the boys go inside. Sherlock pulls the gate closed behind them and they
take out flashlights and start to walk down into the maintenance tunnels. A couple of paces
behind Sherlock, John checks his phone, which reads, “NO SERVICE”. Sherlock raises his head
as if sensing what John’s doing.)
SHERLOCK (not even looking round): What are you doing?
JOHN (sighing): Coming.
(He puts his phone away. They continue onwards for a long time, walking along narrow tunnels
and walkways and climbing down steep metal ladders. Your transcriber sits back and flexes her
aching fingers for a few blissful moments, secure in the knowledge that there’s no need to
transcribe this bit in detail. At long last they walk onto the platform of Sumatra Road station.
Sherlock shines his torch along the length of the track but there is no sign of a train.)
SHERLOCK: I don’t understand.
JOHN: Well, that’s a first!
SHERLOCK: There’s nowhere else it could be.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)