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SHERLOCK: Clearly. Go and have some more.
(Mycroft turns and goes up the steps, opening the door. Sherlock turns away.)

In the sitting room, John and Mary are still locked in a tight hug, swaying a little from side to
side.
MARY: So you realise that, er, Sherlock got us out here to see his mum and dad for a reason?
JOHN (smiling): His lovely mum and dad. A fine example of married life. I get that.
(Over his shoulder, Mary holds the fingers of one hand to her forehead, frowning and looking a
little unwell.)
JOHN (unaware of this): That is the thing with Sherlock – it’s always the unexpected.
(Mary starts to slump in his grasp.)
JOHN: Oi. (He frowns round to the side of her head.) Oi.
(She slumps more, moaning softly as her arms drop from around him. He takes her weight and
moves her back so he can see her face. Her eyes are closed.)
JOHN: Mary? Jesus Christ. Mary?
(He hauls her back towards a nearby armchair.)
JOHN: Sit down.
(He lowers her into the armchair. She is now unconscious. He takes hold of her face.)
JOHN: Mary, can you hear me?
(The door opens and Sherlock briskly walks in a couple of paces.)
SHERLOCK: Don’t drink Mary’s tea.
(He turns and leaves again, grabbing his scarf from the peg as he goes. John stares towards the
door, then looks towards his wife again.)
SHERLOCK (loudly): Oh, or the punch.
(In another sitting room next door, a glass is lying overturned on a table and Mr Holmes is lying
on his back on the sofa with his eyes closed. Sherlock holds his hand over his father’s nose to
check that he’s breathing normally, then continues onwards. John follows him into the room
while Sherlock heads into the kitchen, where Mrs Holmes is asleep in the armchair in which
Sherlock had previously sat, and Mycroft is slumped on a dining chair with his head on the
kitchen table and his eyes closed. The kitchen clock above the door shows that about seven
minutes have passed since the earlier scene in the kitchen, so clearly Sherlock’s countdown was
absolutely accurate.)
JOHN: Sherlock?
(Sherlock holds the back of his hand to his mother’s nose to check her breathing, then walks
past Bill, who is standing nearby, and goes over to the kitchen table.)
JOHN (coming in): Did you just drug my pregnant wife?
SHERLOCK (checking Mycroft’s breathing): Don’t worry. Wiggins is an excellent chemist.
BILL: I calculated your wife’s dose meself. Won’t affect the little one. I’ll keep an eye on ’er.
SHERLOCK (putting on his scarf): He’ll monitor their recovery. It’s more or less his day job.
JOHN (staring at him): What the hell have you done?
(Sherlock looks down reflectively and takes a moment to reply.)
SHERLOCK: ... A deal with the devil.

FLASHBACK. A blurry figure walks in through a door, closes it and then walks forward. At the far
end of the room Sherlock is sitting at a small table which has a red tablecloth. He is wearing a
hospital gown and has his morphine drip on a stand beside him. On the table in front of him is a
plate with a part-finished meal on it. Some penne pasta and what looks like a cherry tomato
remain. There is also a glass of water on the table. Sherlock chews and swallows his latest
mouthful of food, not looking up as the other person walks closer. We now see that it is
Magnussen.
MAGNUSSEN: Shouldn’t you be in hospital?
SHERLOCK (still not looking up): I am in hospital. This is the canteen.
(We get a better view of where they are, and it’s definitely not the hospital canteen. Sherlock
has apparently busted out of hospital again, not bothering or unable to get his clothes for the
escape, and the two men are in a small restaurant or taverna. There are no other customers
and the only member of staff is at the far end by the door. Magnussen looks round the not-
canteen.)
MAGNUSSEN: Is it?
SHERLOCK: In my opinion, yes.
(He gestures with his fork to the chair on the other side of the table.)
SHERLOCK: Have a seat.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)