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Mary aiming her gun down at Magnussen in his flat before Sherlock knew who the potential
killer was; then the front door to 221B. His inner vision closes in on the door and settles on it.
In the operating room, his eyelids begin to lift as the heart monitor’s blips become more
regular. The surgeon looks down at him ...
... and Sherlock Holmes opens his eyes.
His gaze becomes more focussed, and his mouth begins to close around the tube in his mouth
in an attempt to form a word. As the scene switches to the next one, a soft whisper can be
heard.
SHERLOCK’s VOICE (offscreen, in a whisper): Mary.

[Your transcriber slumps sideways and falls off her chair, exhausted at having just typed the
most intense and complicated seven minutes of footage that she has ever attempted. She lies
on the floor giggling contentedly to herself for a few minutes, then wearily hauls herself back
onto her chair and continues.]

HOSPITAL. DAYTIME. Mary – now dressed more normally – hurries through the entrance and
across the foyer. She runs up a flight of stairs to where John is waiting for her on the landing.
JOHN: Mary.
(He walks to meet her at the top of the stairs.)
MARY: Hey.
JOHN (his voice full of relief): He’s only bloody woken up! He’s pulled through.
MARY (smiling): Really?! Seriously?
JOHN: Oh, you, Mrs Watson ... (he points at her, trying to look stern) ... you’re in big trouble.
(Mary frowns at him, looking confused.)
MARY: Really? Why?
JOHN: His first word when he woke up?
(She shakes her head.)
JOHN: “Mary”!
(She giggles and he joins in with her laughter. They hug each other tightly.)
MARY: Ahh!
(Over John’s shoulder, her face becomes serious.)

APPLEDORE. Magnussen walks downstairs from the entrance hall, goes past the kitchen, into
the glass-walled study and heads towards the wooden doors. He goes down the spiral staircase
and through the library, his fingers raised and flickering towards the shelves.

HOSPITAL ROOM. A drip hangs on a stand beside Sherlock’s bed where he lies with a nasal
cannula on his face. A rotary fan is on the cabinet beside his bed and the shadow of its rotating
blades flickers across his face.
MARY (softly, offscreen): You don’t tell him.
(Sherlock opens his eyes with difficulty.)
MARY (gently, sing-song): Sherlock?
(He looks up to where he can see her standing beside his bed. His vision of her is blurry.)
MARY: You don’t tell John.

At the rear of the Appledore archive, Magnussen is looking at a folder which has one or two
photographs of Mary paperclipped to the inside.
MAGNUSSEN (softly): Bad girl.
(He smiles down at the file.)
MAGNUSSEN (in an admiring tone): Bad, bad girl.
(His smile widens.)

In Sherlock’s hospital room Mary leans down to him, her image still fuzzy.
MARY (in an intense whisper): Look at me – and tell me you’re not gonna tell him.
(Sherlock’s vision becomes even more blurry and his eyes close.)

DAYS LATER (presumably). DAYTIME. The top of Sherlock’s bed has been raised a little, and
now he opens his eyes and lifts his head from the pillow with a tired sigh at the sound of
rustling newspapers. He no longer has the nasal cannula. In front of him someone is holding up
the front page of a newspaper to show him. The headline of the Daily Express reads, “SHAG-A-
LOT HOLMES” and the strapline says, “Sherlock is as red blooded as they come, claims fiancé”

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)