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THE PRESENT. COUNCIL CHAMBER. Sherlock looks quizzically at Tessa, then turns and walks
towards the Chairman’s bench.
SHERLOCK: And The Woman – she knew.

FLASHBACK to Irene Adler and Sherlock having eyesex in the living room of 221B during the
events of “A Scandal in Belgravia.”
JOHN (abruptly): Hamish.
(They both look at him.)
JOHN: John Hamish Watson – just if you were looking for baby names.

COUNCIL CHAMBER.
SHERLOCK (still walking towards the front of the chamber): God knows where she is.
(She is standing right in front of him, her hair up, her face beautifully made-up, stark naked
and looking at him intensely. He stops and sighs with annoyance. She reaches forward and
strokes one finger down his cheek.)
SHERLOCK (exasperated): Out of my head. I am busy.
(She slowly pulls her hand away and he turns back to the other women. Irene has gone again.)
SHERLOCK (to Tessa): There’s only one time that name’s been made public.

FLASHBACK. A mock-up of the wedding invitation is on the screen of a laptop. The top part
reads:

Dr John Hamish WATSON & Miss Mary Elizabeth MORSTAN
Request the pleasure of your company
at their marriage

John points at the screen.
JOHN: Does it have to be on the invitation?
MARY: It’s your name.
(She, John and Sherlock are in 221B’s living room looking at the laptop.)
MARY: It’s traditional.
SHERLOCK (simultaneously): It’s funny.
(John looks round at Sherlock while Mary bites back a smile.)

TESSA (voiceover): Enjoy the wedding.

At the reception, Sherlock’s glass continues its ultra-slow-motion fall towards the floor.

In the Council Chamber, Tessa smiles brightly at Sherlock.
TESSA: Enjoy the wedding.
SHERLOCK (pointing at her): The wedding. You knew about the wedding; more importantly,
you’d seen a wedding invitation. Now barely a hundred people had seen that invitation. The
Mayfly Man only saw five women. For one person to be in both groups ... (he tilts his hand back
and forth) ... could be a coincidence.
MYCROFT (disapprovingly, offscreen): Oh, Sherlock.
(Sherlock turns around. Mycroft is up on the dais, standing in front of the Chairman’s chair. The
women have vanished.)
MYCROFT: What do we say about coincidence?
SHERLOCK (slowly walking towards him): The universe is rarely so lazy.
MYCROFT: So, the balance of probability is ...?
SHERLOCK: Someone went to great lengths to find out something about this wedding.
MYCROFT: What great lengths?
SHERLOCK (stopping, while continuing to stare intensely up at his brother): They lied, assumed
false identities.
MYCROFT: Which suggests ...?
SHERLOCK: Criminal intent.
MYCROFT: Also suggests ...?
SHERLOCK: Intelligence, planning.
MYCROFT: Clearly. But more importantly ...?

The champagne glass continues its fall.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)