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SHERLOCK (voiceover): Then our well-timed cyclist ...
(The cyclist slams into John and sends him crashing to the ground.)
SHERLOCK (voiceover): ... put John briefly out of action ...
(At the other side of the station, a man is applying fake blood to Sherlock’s head. Two men
come out of the hospital gates and race towards the body.)
SHERLOCK (voiceover): ... giving me time to switch places with the corpse on the pavement.
(The two men pick up the body and drag it away. While John lies on the ground struggling to
remain conscious, Sherlock races in and lies on the pavement, while the extras run in to
surround him. The body is dragged back into the hospital grounds and the gates are closed.)
SHERLOCK (voiceover): The rest was just window dressing.
(A woman kneels down and pours a bag of blood onto the pavement around Sherlock’s head,
and the man with the stethoscope applies more blood to Sherlock’s face. Grimacing with pain,
John rolls onto his side and looks across to the pavement.)
SHERLOCK (voiceover): And one final touch ...
(While the extras finish applying blood to him, Sherlock reaches into his coat pocket and takes
out the rubber ball he was playing with earlier.)
SHERLOCK (voiceover): ... a squash ball under the armpit.
(He reaches inside his shirt and pushes the ball under his right arm.)
SHERLOCK (voiceover): Apply enough pressure and it momentarily cuts off the pulse.
(Slowly John hauls himself to his feet and stumbles across the road, while one of the extras
checks Sherlock’s right wrist to make sure there’s no pulse. John finally reaches the crowd.)
JOHN: Let me come through, please.
(The bystanders try to hold him back.)
WOMAN: It’s all right ...
JOHN: No, he’s my friend.
WOMAN: It’s all right, it’s all right.
JOHN: No, he’s my friend.
(The woman continues trying to reassure him as John pushes forward to take hold of Sherlock’s
wrist.)
JOHN: He’s my friend. Please, let me just check ...
(The bystanders pull him away. A stretcher is wheeled over and, while John watches in anguish,
the body is lifted onto it.)

In front of the video camera, Sherlock looks dispassionately into the lens. Anderson is sitting on
a chair on the other side of the camera. They are in Anderson’s living room.
SHERLOCK: Everything was anticipated; every eventuality allowed for. It worked ... (he smiles
slightly) ... perfectly.
ANDERSON: Molly? Molly Hooper? She was in on it?
SHERLOCK: Yes. You remember the little girl who was abducted by Moriarty?
(Flashback to Claudette Bruhl screaming at the sight of Sherlock and pointing at him, and
Lestrade dragging him out of the room.)
LESTRADE: Get out!
(Brief flashback of Anderson and Sally Donovan standing in front of Lestrade while they made
him consider Sherlock’s guilt.)
SHERLOCK: You assumed she reacted like that because I was her kidnapper. But I deduced
Moriarty must have found someone who looked very like me to plant suspicion, and that that
man – whoever he was – had to be got out of the way as soon as his usefulness ended. That
meant there was a corpse in a morgue somewhere that looked just like me.
(Anderson nods.)
ANDERSON: Clever.
SHERLOCK: Molly found the body, faked the records, and I provided the other coat. I’ve got lots
of coats.
ANDERSON: And what about the sniper aiming at John?
SHERLOCK: Mycroft’s men intervened before he could take the shot. He was invited to
reconsider.
(Cut-away shot to Mycroft answering his ringing phone.)
MYCROFT: Is it done?
(He listens for a moment.)
MYCROFT: Good.
(He hangs up.)
ANDERSON: And your homeless network?

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)