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MAGNUSSEN: Thank you.
(Sherlock lays down his fork on the plate and watches as he sits down opposite him.)
SHERLOCK: I’ve been thinking about you.
MAGNUSSEN: I’ve been thinking about you.
SHERLOCK: Really?
(Looking a little weak, he reaches across to the morphine control and pushes the button three
times.)
SHERLOCK (turning back to face Magnussen): I want to see Appledore, where you keep all the
secrets, all the files, everything you’ve got on everyone. I want you to invite me.
(They lock eyes.)
MAGNUSSEN: What makes you think I’d be so careless?
SHERLOCK (softly, intensely): Oh, I think you’re a lot more ‘careless’ than you let on.
MAGNUSSEN (softly, leaning forward): Am I?
(Sherlock has his elbows on the table with his hands clasped in front of him. He too leans
forward, and smiles as he looks into Magnusson’s eyes.)
SHERLOCK: It’s the dead-eye stare that gives it away.
(Magnussen looks back at him unblinking.)
SHERLOCK (unclasping his hands and slowly lifting them towards the other man): Except it’s
not dead-eyed, is it?
(He continues to reach towards Magnusson’s face, moving slowly so that the man knows what
he’s doing. Sherlock winces and sucks in a sharp pained breath as he extends his arms and
slowly takes hold of Magnusson’s glasses and takes them off. Magnusson’s eyes flicker towards
the glasses when they leave his face but then he returns his gaze to Sherlock.)
SHERLOCK: You’re reading.
(Smiling slightly, he draws the glasses towards himself and looks down at them.)
SHERLOCK: Portable Appledore. (He briefly snorts, then looks across to Magnussen.) How does
it work?
(Magnussen looks down at the glasses.)
SHERLOCK: Built-in flash drive? (He lifts the glasses towards his own face.) 4G wireless?
(He puts them on and raises his head as he looks through the lenses. After a moment he
frowns, turning his head a little and then lowering it before he slowly takes off the glasses
again, blinking as if confused. He looks down at them, turning them in his hands.)
SHERLOCK: They’re just ordinary spectacles.
MAGNUSSEN: Yes – they are.
(Sherlock grimaces slightly, still looking down at the glasses. Magnussen looks at him. His vision
is slightly blurred without his glasses on, but text appears in front of his eyes in red:

PRESSURE POINT: > MORPHINE (ADD TO FILE)

He lowers his head and smiles, then reaches across with one hand and flicks through the pasta
on the plate with his fingers, unearthing a black olive. Sherlock continues to stare down at the
glasses.)
MAGNUSSEN: You underestimate me, Mr Holmes.
(Sherlock sinks back in his seat, still looking at the glasses as if in disbelief. Magnussen picks up
the olive and puts it in his mouth, then licks his thumb and forefinger before reaching across to
the glass of water and dabbling the licked digits in it. With his other hand he reaches across the
table and takes his glasses from Sherlock, then shakes the water off his wet fingers onto the
plate and puts his glasses back on. Sherlock slowly lowers his own hands to the table, looking
down as if still in shock.)
SHERLOCK (quietly): Impress me, then. Show me Appledore.
MAGNUSSEN (chewing on the olive): Everything’s available for a price.
(Sherlock lifts his eyes to his.)
MAGNUSSEN: Are you making me an offer?
SHERLOCK: A Christmas present.
MAGNUSSEN: And what are you giving me for Christmas, Mr Holmes?
SHERLOCK: My brother.
(He smiles, and the scene fades to black.)
[Your transcriber pouts, annoyed that we didn’t see Sherlock get up and leave the restaurant,
because we all know how those hospital gowns gape at the back.]

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)