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(She nods.)
MAGNUSSEN (softly): So, what do you do now? Kill us both?
(Keeping her pistol aimed in front of her, Mary smiles humourlessly over her shoulder towards
him before turning her gaze back to Sherlock. As Sherlock speaks, Magnussen slowly lowers his
hands and begins to reach down towards the floor on his left.)
SHERLOCK: Mary, whatever he’s got on you, let me help.
(He shifts his weight onto one foot, preparing to step towards her.)
MARY (in a somewhat exasperated voice): Oh, Sherlock, if you take one more step I swear I will
kill you.
SHERLOCK (shaking his head with a small smile on his face): No, Mrs Watson.
(She stares at him, her mouth opening a little.)
SHERLOCK (gently): You won’t.
(He starts to lifts his foot off the floor. Immediately she pulls the trigger. The bullet impacts his
lower chest, just above the V of his buttoned jacket and slightly to the right of his shirt buttons.
Magnussen straightens up again. Sherlock’s eyes unfocus and a slight look of shock appears on
his face as Mary sighs regretfully. He looks down at the bullet hole and after a moment blood
begins to pour from the hole.)
MARY (her voice a little tearful): I’m sorry, Sherlock. Truly am.
(Sherlock raises his head and looks at her.)
SHERLOCK: Mary?
(She turns and points her pistol down at Magnussen. His eyes widen ...
... and the scene freeze frames and a loud alarm siren begins to blare repeatedly. The room
darkens around Sherlock and a spotlight shines onto his face as he stares ahead of himself in
shock.
As the alarm continues, he is suddenly running quickly down the flights of a staircase in a
white-walled building. Everything about the view suggests that this place is decaying and
unlived in – the paint is peeling from the walls, the concrete of the uncarpeted stairs is
crumbling and the red paint on the bannisters is cracking off. The camera is above the stairs
and there are several storeys below where he currently is. He clings to the bannisters and
braces his other hand on the wall as he continues rapidly downwards.
Back in Magnussen’s room, Molly – wearing her white lab coat – walks around behind Sherlock.)
MOLLY (smiling): It’s not like it is in the movies. There’s not a great big spurt of blood and you
go flying backwards.
(She walks around in front of him and the scenery around her turns bright white.)
MOLLY (continuing walking, her face more serious now): The impact isn’t spread over a wide
area.
(She’s now in a white-walled mortuary room and she walks over to a body lying on a table in
the middle of the room. The body is covered with a white sheet and has an identity tag tied to
one bare toe.)
MOLLY: It’s tightly focussed, so there’s little or no energy transfer.
(She reaches down and starts to pull back the sheet covering the body. Sherlock is lying under
the sheet, naked and with his eyes closed.)
MOLLY: You stay still ...
(She pulls the sheet back to his waist, revealing the bullet hole in his lower chest.)
MOLLY: ... and the bullet pushes through.
(There’s a brief close-up of the bullet hole. She looks down at Sherlock’s face and he can see
her fuzzily even though his eyes are closed.)
MOLLY: You’re almost certainly going to die, so we need to focus.
(She slaps him hard across the face. He hauls in a huge breath, his eyes snapping open as his
head jerks to the side under her blow.
In Magnussen’s room, both Magnussen and Mary are still frozen. Sherlock’s eyelids lift a little.)
MOLLY (offscreen): I said ...
(She is standing in front of him.)
MOLLY: ... focus.
(She slaps him hard. His head snaps round under her blow and before he can turn back he’s
standing in a bright white room, still reeling from Molly’s slap. He straightens up and looks
around, bewildered, then looks at Molly as she speaks again. They are in the mortuary room
and in front of him is the table with his own dead body lying on it, covered by a sheet as far as
the waist. Rows of mortuary cabinets line one wall. She walks towards the table, leans her
hands onto the edge of it and looks across it to the living version of Sherlock standing on the
other side.)

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)