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MAGNUSSEN: No? Because now there are consequences. I have the letters and therefore I have
you.
LADY SMALLWOOD: This is blackmail.
MAGNUSSEN: Of course it isn’t blackmail. This is ... ownership.
(She turns to glare at him.)
LADY SMALLWOOD: You do not own me.
(The attendant walks across the room towards them but stops some distance away.
Magnussen’s eyes turn briefly as if hearing his footsteps but otherwise he takes no notice of
him. Instead, he half-rises, leans towards Lady Smallwood, sticks out his tongue and runs the
tip of it up the side of her face. She cringes. He sits back down.)
MAGNUSSEN: Claire de la Lune.
(He picks up a paper napkin from the tray on her table, sticks his tongue out again and rubs the
napkin over it.)
MAGNUSSEN: It never tastes like it smells, does it?
(Lady Smallwood stares ahead of herself. He puts the napkin down, gives her one last look and
then stands and walks away.)
MAGNUSSEN (to the attendant): Lady Smallwood’s bill is on me. See to it.
ATTENDANT: Yes, Mr Magnussen.
(Lady Smallwood lowers her head and lets out a shuddering breath.)

Later, she is being driven home. Sitting in the back of her Rolls Royce, she is holding an open
compact mirror in one hand and has a handkerchief pressed to the side of her face where
Magnussen licked it. She breathes out shakily.
LADY SMALLWOOD (quietly): Oh, God.
(Her chauffeur looks in his rear view mirror at her.)
CHAUFFEUR: You all right, ma’am?
LADY SMALLWOOD: Fine, yes.
(She lowers the handkerchief and looks at herself in her compact mirror.)
LADY SMALLWOOD (softly, angrily): Magnussen.
(Furiously she snaps the compact closed.)
LADY SMALLWOOD (louder, but to herself): No-one stands up to him. No-one dares. No-one
even tries.
(She picks up her ornate bottle of Claire de la Lune perfume from her handbag and starts
spraying herself with it.)
LADY SMALLWOOD: There isn’t a man or woman in England capable of stopping that disgusting
creature ...
(She stops, staring out of the window for a moment.)
CHAUFFEUR: Ma’am?
LADY SMALLWOOD: Turn the car around. We’re going back into town. Turn around.
(The chauffeur does a U-turn and starts driving back the way they just came.)
CHAUFFEUR: Where are we going, ma’am?
LADY SMALLWOOD: Baker Street.

OPENING CREDITS.

John and Mary are asleep in bed, Mary’s hand resting on top of John’s on top of the covers.
John’s hand twitches as his dream flashes back to his time in Afghanistan and he hears gunfire
and explosions and sees his comrades fall and grimace in pain around him. He shakes his head
in his sleep and his dream moves to a flashback of Sherlock during their first meeting at Baker
Street.
SHERLOCK (in the dream): Seen a lot of injuries, then? Violent deaths?
JOHN (in the dream): Enough for a lifetime.
(In the Watsons’ bedroom there’s a pounding sound nearby, as if someone is knocking on the
front door.)
SHERLOCK (in the dream): Wanna see some more?
JOHN (in the dream): Oh, God, yes.
(The banging sound comes again and John jolts and sits up in bed. Half asleep, in his mind’s
eye he can see Sherlock looking intensely at him.)
SHERLOCK: The game is on. (He smiles.)
(John wakes up properly and throws back the covers.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)