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SHERLOCK: Am I acceptable to you as an intermediary?
(Magnussen meets his eyes for a moment, then looks towards the window again.)
MAGNUSSEN: Lady Elizabeth Smallwood. I like her.
(He turns his eyes towards Sherlock and pops his lips a couple of times.)
SHERLOCK: Mr Magnussen, am I acceptable to you as an intermediary?
MAGNUSSEN: She’s English, with a spine.
(He lifts his right foot and puts it against the side of the coffee table, then pushes the table
away from him. Sherlock frowns slightly. Magnussen stands up and, beside Sherlock, the
second security man turns and steps forward to the fireplace, taking the fire guard away from
the front of the unlit fire. Sherlock glances over his shoulder.)
MAGNUSSEN: Best thing about the English ...
(He walks over to Sherlock and John and looks at them one after the other.)
MAGNUSSEN: ... you’re so domesticated. All standing around, apologising ...
(He nods to Sherlock and then walks in between him and John towards the fireplace.)
MAGNUSSEN: ... keeping your little heads down.
(He stands in front of the fireplace, facing it. The sound of him unzipping his trousers can be
heard.)
MAGNUSSEN: You can do what you like here. No-one’s ever going to stop you.
(He looks down and the sound of him urinating into the fireplace can be heard. John blinks as if
appalled and half-turns his head towards him. Sherlock keeps his head facing forward, his eyes
fixed on the opposite wall.)
MAGNUSSEN (continuing to urinate): A nation of herbivores.
(He half-glances over his shoulder.)
MAGNUSSEN: I’ve interests all over the world but, er, everything starts in England.
(He looks down again as the last of his urine splashes on the grate in front of the fire.)
MAGNUSSEN: If it works here ...
(He jiggles up and down as he ‘shakes off’ and then zips up his trousers.)
MAGNUSSEN: ... I’ll try it in a real country.
(Looking at himself in the mirror for a moment, he turns and strolls back in between the boys.
The security guard beside John holds out a packet of wet wipes and Magnussen takes one and
turns to face the others.)
MAGNUSSEN: The United Kingdom, huh? (He starts to wipe his fingers.) Petri dish to the
Western world.
(He looks at Sherlock briefly.)
MAGNUSSEN: Tell Lady Elizabeth I might need those letters, so I’m keeping them.
(Finishing wiping his fingers, he drops the wet wipe to the floor.)
MAGNUSSEN: Goodbye.
(He turns as if to leave, then turns back and put his hand into his jacket’s inside breast pocket.)
MAGNUSSEN: Anyway ...
(He chuckles and pulls out the edge of a packet of documents to show Sherlock.)
MAGNUSSEN: ... they’re funny.
(Smirking, he tucks the packet back into his jacket and leaves the room. The security men
follow him. As the sound of their feet can be heard clattering down the stairs, John takes a step
forward.)
JOHN (furiously): Jesus!
SHERLOCK: Did you notice the one extraordinary thing he did?
JOHN: Wh... There was a moment that kind of stuck in the mind, yeah.
(He gestures towards the fireplace but Sherlock is smiling, having not noticed him.)
SHERLOCK: Exactly – when he showed us the letters.
(He walks across the room, still smiling, while John closes his eyes in disbelief.)
JOHN: ... Okay.
SHERLOCK: So he’s brought the letters to London – so no matter what he says, he’s ready to
make a deal. Now, Magnussen only makes a deal once he’s established a person’s weaknesses
– the ‘pressure point,’ he calls it.
(He picks up his coat from a dining chair and puts it on.)
SHERLOCK: So, clearly he believes I’m a drug addict and no serious threat.
(He looks out of the window to where one of the security guards is closing the rear door of a car
parked outside.)
SHERLOCK (turning back and gesturing enthusiastically): And, of course, because he’s in town
tonight, the letters will be in his safe in his London office while he’s out to dinner with the
Marketing Group of Great Britain from seven ’til ten.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)