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JIM: You’re gonna love being dead, Sherlock.
(He looks down at Sherlock’s still form.)
JIM: No-one ever bothers you.
(In the operating room the overhead camera moves downwards towards Sherlock’s still body.)
JIM (a little wide-eyed and manic): Mrs Hudson will cry; and Mummy and Daddy will cry ...
(He is suddenly on his feet again and turns round and round on the spot until his chain stops
him, then he rotates in the opposite direction.)
JIM: ... and The Woman will cry; and John will cry buckets and buckets. It’s him that I worry
about the most. That wife!
(He grimaces and blows out a noisy breath.)
JIM: You’re letting him down, Sherlock. John Watson is definitely in danger.
(On the floor of the cell, Sherlock’s eyes abruptly open. Jim slowly turns his head towards him
as Sherlock stares upwards. Jim’s eyes widen as the lights around the room flash repeatedly.
Sherlock convulses once and blinks, then sighs out a painful breath. Grimacing with the effort
he starts to try and get up.
In the operating room, the single tone continues and the monitor still shows a flat line.
Groaning, Sherlock slams his hand onto the floor of the cell and then forces himself onto one
elbow. He raises his other arm and savagely punches the concrete floor with all his strength.
Kneeling nearby, Jim looks down at him with an irritated look on his face.)
JIM (tetchily): Oh, you’re not getting better, are you?
(Sherlock hauls himself to his feet, then staggers and slumps back against the wall.)
JIM: Was it something I said, huh?
(He grins at him for a moment, then his smile fades as Sherlock glares back at him, breathing
heavily and covered in sweat. Grunting with the effort, Sherlock pushes himself off the wall,
turns to the door beside him and pushes it open.)
SHERLOCK (frantically): John!
(Wide-eyed and looking panic-stricken, Jim screams out behind him.)
JIM: SHERLOCK!
(He is alone in the room and the door is closed. He slumps down onto his knees against the
wall, taking up the same position he was in when Sherlock first entered the room.
In the operating room, the camera continues to move downwards towards Sherlock’s still form.
In his Mind Palace, Sherlock takes hold of the bannister at the bottom of the stairs.
The camera moves downward in the operating room and the flatline continues on the monitor.
Grimacing in agony, Sherlock begins to haul himself up the stairs.
In the operating room the monitor gives a single blip and the index finger of Sherlock’s left
hand twitches very slightly.
Sherlock continues his painful ascent up the stairs, leaning heavily on the bannisters or bracing
himself against the wall. He cries out with the effort.
The line on the heart monitor blips and shows its first spike. Simultaneously but offscreen, from
the stairs Sherlock lets out an anguished groan of “John!” One of the surgeons slowly turns his
head to look towards the monitor, and the lights in the operating theatre seem to come on
again.
His face contorted in agony, Sherlock slumps against the bannisters as he continues upwards
and he seems to hear John’s voice calling his name.
On the operating table, Sherlock’s left index finger lifts off the cover on which his hand is lying.
The surgeon’s eyes widen, and all the staff in the room hurry back to the table.
Sherlock continues his climb, his right hand braced on the bannisters and the left dragging
across the wall. The fingers of his left hand momentarily slide across the wallpaper of his living
room in Baker Street. Now almost crawling, he reaches up and grabs the railings of the
bannister as he drags himself upwards.
One of the surgeons looks across to another as if he can’t believe what he is seeing.
His face contorted in concentration and agony, Sherlock grabs at the bannister with a loud cry
as he continues to climb.
The heart monitor shows another spike and another blip can be heard.
The surgeon looks down to Sherlock again.
His determined gaze almost manic, Sherlock forces his hand upwards to clutch at the bannister
and pull himself higher.
The heart monitor spikes and blips.
In his mind’s eye, Sherlock sees a rapid montage of images: several moments from when
Magnussen showed him the edge of the papers in his jacket pocket in 221B’s living room; then

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)