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(He turns to face the track and brings his hands up to either side of his head, screwing his eyes
shut and concentrating. In his mind, he finds himself sitting on a seat inside the missing Tube
car/carriage. He is the only passenger. At the far end, smoke comes under the bottom of the
cab door and pours towards him. He turns his head to look and a fireball ignites behind the
smoke and then races along the carriage, engulfing Sherlock’s position and continuing onwards.
Sherlock’s mental image of himself relocates to the tunnel about a hundred yards away from
the front of the carriage. The inferno billows out of the carriage towards him but just before it
reaches him it is sucked up a large open vent in the tunnel’s roof.
At ground level above the Tube line, heated gas shimmers as it is forced through various air
vents inside the Houses of Parliament. Outside, the perspective shifts to the opposite side of the
River Thames ... and the entire Palace of Westminster goes up in a massive explosion.
Sherlock’s eyes snap open.)
SHERLOCK: Oh!
(Turning to the left, he runs towards the end of the platform.)
JOHN (chasing after him): What?
(Sherlock carefully jumps off the end of the platform onto the tracks.)
JOHN: Hang on. Sherlock?
SHERLOCK (turning back): What?
JOHN: That’s ... Isn’t it live?
SHERLOCK (setting off along the tracks): Perfectly safe as long as we avoid touching the rails.
JOHN: ’Course, yeah(!) Avoid the rails. Great(!)
(He jumps down onto the tracks.)
SHERLOCK: This way.
JOHN: You sure?
SHERLOCK: Sure.
(They don’t have to walk far before the missing carriage is revealed partway round a gentle
bend.)
JOHN: Ah. Look at that.
(They continue on, then Sherlock looks up and sees the large open vent which he just saw in his
mind. He shines his flashlight into it.)
SHERLOCK: John.
JOHN: Hmm?
(They both stop and shine their torches upwards, realising that there are several small
explosive devices attached to the sides of the vent.)
JOHN: Demolition charges.
(They continue towards the carriage, John ducking down and shining his light underneath and
around it as they approach. He blows out a long breath as they get close and again he squats
down to check the underside while Sherlock looks along the side. Sherlock opens the door to
the driver’s cab and they climb in and then go carefully through the opposite door into the
carriage itself. Slowly they work their way along it, looking at every seat, every corner, shining
their torches along the ceiling and the floor. At the second set of side doors, Sherlock slows
down, paying particular attention to something. John progresses on to the very end.)
JOHN: It’s empty. There’s nothing.
(Unfortunately, he’s wrong. Sherlock has already spotted a pair of intertwined black and red
cables strung along the wall and down to one of the seat backs.)
SHERLOCK: Isn’t there?
(John turns back and points his torch where Sherlock is gently lifting the cushion, bending low
to shine his light underneath. Sherlock lifts his head and looks round at him.)
SHERLOCK: This is the bomb.
JOHN: What?
(Sherlock stands up and lifts the cushion all the way up. The cavity underneath is full of wired-
up explosives.)
SHERLOCK: It’s not carrying explosives. The whole compartment is the bomb.
(He and John work their way along the carriage, lifting other cushions at random. Each one has
an identical explosive device under it.)

In his hotel room, Moran opens a briefcase and lifts the lid. Inside is what is clearly a detonator
– it has a small screen, a number pad, a slot for a key, and a Let’sSendTheWorldToHell button
which almost disappointingly is neither very big nor painted red. A couple of keys lie beside the
device.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)