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breath. Nearby it sounds as if Sherlock is crying. His head is lowered and the back of his hand is
across his mouth while his body shakes with what seem to be sobs. John screws his eyes even
more tightly closed. Sherlock lowers his hand and turns his head away, then turns back, hooting
with laughter. John opens his eyes and looks across to him as Sherlock giggles in high-pitched
hilarity. Staring at him, John steps forward and looks down at the countdown clock on the
mother bomb. It is repeatedly flicking back and forth between 1:28 and 1:29. John turns away
as if he can’t believe it.
Flashback to Sherlock frantically staring down at the bomb while John turns away. Sherlock’s
gaze immediately falls on a small switch on the side of the bomb. He grins, then squeezes his
fingers down the side of the device to flick the switch.
In the present, John turns back to look at the clock again and then stares upwards in disbelief.
JOHN: You ...
(Sherlock stands up, tears of mirth streaming down his cheeks.)
SHERLOCK (laughing hysterically): Oh, your face!
JOHN: ... utter ...
SHERLOCK: Your face!
JOHN: You ...
(Sherlock grins.)
SHERLOCK: I totally had you.
JOHN: You cock! I knew it! I knew it! You f...
SHERLOCK (simultaneously): Oh, those things you said – such sweet things! I-I never knew you
cared(!)
JOHN (glaring at him): I will kill you if you ever breathe a word of this ...
SHERLOCK (grinning while holding up two fingers in a Boy Scout’s salute): Scout’s honour.
JOHN: ... to anyone. You KNEW!
SHERLOCK: Ahh. (He squats down to the bomb.)
JOHN (furiously): You knew how to turn it off!
SHERLOCK: There’s an Off switch.
JOHN: What?
SHERLOCK: There’s always an Off switch.
(John bends down to look at the switch.)
SHERLOCK (standing up again): Terrorists can get into all sorts of problems unless there’s an
Off switch.
JOHN (tightly): So why did you let me go through all that?
SHERLOCK: I didn’t lie altogether. I’ve absolutely no idea how to turn any of these silly little
lights off.
(He chuckles and wipes the tears off his cheeks.)
SHERLOCK: Oh!
(Through the open door of the driver’s cab, a voice over a walkie-talkie radio can be heard, and
flashlight beams are approaching along the tunnel. John stares, then points towards them.)
JOHN: And you did call the police.
SHERLOCK: ’Course I called the police.
(Three armed officers are approaching, flashlights shining from their raised rifles.)
JOHN: I’m definitely gonna kill you.
SHERLOCK: Oh, please(!) Killing me – that’s so two years ago.
(Quirking a smile at John, he turns and heads towards the driver’s cab. Despite himself, John
lets out a silent laugh. Sherlock chuckles as he continues on, and John lets out an exasperated
sigh.)

HOTEL. A uniformed female member of staff wheels a trolley along the corridor, presumably on
her way to deliver a meal to one of the rooms. She passes Room 305 and the camera stops and
focuses on the door. Your transcriber – exhausted and almost delirious by now – raises her
eyebrows and hopes very much that this is the room in which Sherlock and John are celebrating
their reunion. Sadly, it’s Lord Moran who opens the door and looks cautiously up and down the
corridor before picking up his briefcase and leaving the room. When he gets to the lift he
presses the Down button repeatedly, clearly not understanding that, like traffic lights, pushing
the button more than once will never make things happen more quickly. It doesn’t matter
anyway, because almost immediately a gun is cocked behind his head and the muzzle held to
the back of his neck. The gun is being held by the uniformed woman we just saw. As Moran
raises his hands, two men run towards him from opposite directions, also aiming pistols at him.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)