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MYCROFT: What have you found so far? Clearly nothing.
SHERLOCK: There’s nothing to find.
MYCROFT (turning toward the hallway behind the kitchen): Your bedroom door is shut.
(Sherlock sighs.)
MYCROFT (slowly walking along the hallway): You haven’t been home all night. So, why would a
man who has never knowingly closed the door without the direct orders of his mother bother to
do so on this occasion?
(Sherlock has raised his head and flipped back his hood while Mycroft progressed. Now Mycroft
reaches the door and puts his hand on the door knob. Sherlock hurls himself up into a sitting
position.)
SHERLOCK: Okay, stop! Just stop.
(Mycroft turns the knob but doesn’t open the door.)
SHERLOCK: Point made.
JOHN: Jesus, Sherlock.
(Mycroft releases the door knob and comes slowly back along the hall.)
MYCROFT: Have to phone our parents, of course, in Oklahoma.
(Sherlock looks down and closes his eyes.)
MYCROFT: Won’t be the first time that your substance abuse has wreaked havoc with their line-
dancing.
(Sighing, Sherlock stands up and walks closer to his brother.)
SHERLOCK: This is not what you think. This is for a case.
MYCROFT: What case could possibly justify this?
SHERLOCK: Magnussen.
(Mycroft’s slight smile drops.)
SHERLOCK: Charles Augustus Magnussen.
(Mycroft draws in a breath and turns to Anderson and Benji.)
MYCROFT: That name you think you may have just heard – you were mistaken. If you ever
mention hearing that name in this room, in this context, I guarantee you – on behalf of the
British security services – that materials will be found on your computer hard drives resulting in
your immediate incarceration. Don’t reply – just look frightened and scuttle.
(Anderson immediately ushers Benji out of the kitchen and follows her onto the landing, closing
the door behind him. Mycroft turns back to where John is standing beside Sherlock.)
MYCROFT: I hope I won’t have to threaten you as well.
JOHN: Well, I think we’d both find that embarrassing.
(Sherlock snorts laughter, turning his head away.)
MYCROFT (sternly to Sherlock): Magnussen is not your business.
SHERLOCK (turning back and pointing at his brother): Oh, you mean he’s yours.
MYCROFT: You may consider him under my protection.
SHERLOCK: I consider you under his thumb.
MYCROFT (quietly, ominously): If you go against Magnussen, then you will find yourself going
against me.
SHERLOCK (nonchalantly): Okay. I’ll let you know if I notice.
(He strolls towards the kitchen door.)
SHERLOCK: Er, what was I going to say? Oh, yeah.
(He opens the door.)
SHERLOCK: Bye-bye.
(He points the way out. Mycroft walks round him, then turns to face him.)
MYCROFT: Unwise, brother mine.
(Immediately Sherlock seizes Mycroft’s left arm just below the elbow. Twisting his arm up
behind his back, he slams his brother face-first against the wall beside the kitchen door. Mycroft
cries out in pain. Sherlock breathes rapidly, his voice venomous.)
SHERLOCK: Brother mine, don’t appal me when I’m high.
(John hurries over to Mycroft’s side.)
JOHN (softly but very firmly, watching Sherlock’s face all the time): Mycroft, don’t say another
word. Just go. He could snap you in two, and right now I am slightly worried that he might.
(Mycroft pushes himself free of his brother’s grip and holds his left arm in pain. Sherlock turns
and walks away. Mycroft turns towards him.)
JOHN (to Mycroft): Don’t speak. Just leave.
(Mycroft lowers his right arm. John looks down towards the floor.)
JOHN: Oh.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)