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SHERLOCK: There has to be a way. This has been planned.
ARCHIE (excitedly jumping up from his chair): Mr Holmes! Mr Holmes!
SHERLOCK (stopping and turning to him): Oh, hello again, Archie. (He bends forward to get
more down to Archie’s level.) What’s your theory? Get this right and there’s a headless nun in it
for you.
ARCHIE: The invisible man could do it.
SHERLOCK (very quick fire): The who, the what, the why, the when, the where?
ARCHIE: The invisible man with the invisible knife. The one who tried to kill the Guardsman.
(Sherlock gasps and straightens up, his eyes wide. In his mind he’s standing in front of his
information wall at 221B, looking at all the wedding plans stuck up behind the sofa. He zooms in
on a wedding invitation pinned to the wall, announcing the wedding at St Mary’s Church, Sutton
Mallet on Saturday 18th May at 12 o’clock and after.
He moves to look at his list of things to do and focuses on the word “Venue.” There’s a brief
shot of the outside of the reception room. He looks at the word “Venue” again and this time
sees an image of the barracks and soldiers parading outside.
He shifts his focus to the word “Plan” and then sees a close-up of Private Bainbridge standing on
guard outside the barracks, his gaze fixed on the three tourists over the road as they walk away
and reveal the stalker.
Sherlock moves his eyes to look at the word “Rehearsal.” In flashback, the Duty Sergeant walks
into the shower room and raps on the cubicle door, calling Bainbridge’s name before he sees
the slumped body and bloodstained water.
Sherlock zooms in on the word “Rehearsal” and grimaces.)
(In the reception room Major Sholto gets to his feet, picks up his ceremonial sword propped
against a nearby window and turns to walk towards the door. Sherlock turns his head away,
closing his eyes for a moment. Then he opens them again.)
SHERLOCK (softly): Oh, not just planned. Planned and rehearsed.
(He turns and watches as Sholto reaches the door and starts to open it. Sherlock turns back
and heads quickly towards the top table, swiping someone’s champagne glass from a table as
he goes.)
SHERLOCK: Ladies and gentlemen, there will now be a short interlude.
(He skids to a halt in front of the top table and turns and holds up his glass.)
SHERLOCK: The bride and groom!
(A little uncertainly this time, the guests stand up and raise their glasses.)
GUESTS: The bride and groom.
(Instantly Sherlock turns back and bends down to John.)
SHERLOCK: Major Sholto’s going to be murdered. I don’t know how or by whom, but it’s going
to happen.
(He turns and starts making his way through the guests who are now blocking the aisle.)
SHERLOCK: ’Scuse me, coming through!
(John quickly turns and takes Mary’s head in one hand and kisses her.)
SHERLOCK (pushing through the crowd): Consulting!
JOHN (to Mary): Stay here.
MARY: Please be careful.
(John gets up and starts making his own way through the guests.)
JOHN: ’Scuse me. Coming through! ’Scuse me.
(Mary hesitates for only a few seconds, then jumps up and follows him.)
MARY (to the guests): Sorry, one more. Whoops! So sorry! Thank you!
(The guests murmur and chatter to each other in confusion.)

Upstairs, Major Sholto opens the door to his bedroom and walks in. He lays his sword on the
bed and then undoes the zip around his suitcase. Lifting the lid and laying it back, he picks up a
folded shirt on the top of the contents and puts it down inside the lid. On top of the rest of his
clothing is a large pistol. He picks it up.

Downstairs, on a half-landing partway up the staircase, Sherlock stands with the tips of his
fingers against his temples and his eyes screwed closed. John paces impatiently beside him.
JOHN: How can you not remember which room? You remember everything.
SHERLOCK (irritably): I have to delete something!
(Mary runs around the corner and pelts up the stairs in between them, holding up her skirt with
one hand to stop herself tripping over it.)
MARY: Two oh seven.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)