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             THE PRESENT. In the Holmes’ kitchen, Sherlock is still looking down reflectively. John turns
             away from him.
             JOHN (softly): Oh, Jesus.
             (He walks away, while Sherlock looks down at his unconscious brother. John goes into the next
             door sitting room and looks down at Sherlock’s father on the sofa, then stops and grimaces with
             his fists clenched.)
             JOHN: Sherlock ...
             (In the kitchen, Sherlock is putting on his gloves.)
             JOHN (from the sitting room): ... please tell me you haven’t just gone out of your mind.
             (Sherlock bends down and takes the silver-grey laptop from the table, pulling it from under
             where Mycroft has one hand resting on it.)
             SHERLOCK: I’d rather keep you guessing.
             (John turns towards the second sitting room where Mary is, but just then the sound of an
             approaching helicopter can be heard. In the kitchen, Sherlock looks upwards.)
             SHERLOCK: Ah. (He smiles.) There’s our lift.
             (John walks across the room and looks through a window.)

             Very shortly afterwards, as the helicopter flies low past the front of the cottage, John walks
             down the path with Sherlock behind him holding the laptop under his left arm and a coat in his
             right hand. John goes through the gate as the helicopter lands in the field in front of the
             cottage.
             SHERLOCK (walking to his side): Coming?
             JOHN: Where?
             SHERLOCK: D’you want your wife to be safe?
             JOHN: Yeah, of course I do.
             (They both turn and look at the helicopter.)
             SHERLOCK: Good, because this is going to be incredibly dangerous. (Quick fire, speaking on
             one single breath for the next two sentences) One false move and we’ll have betrayed the
             security of the United Kingdom and be in prison for high treason. Magnussen is quite simply the
             most dangerous man we’ve ever encountered, and the odds are comprehensively stacked
             against us.
             JOHN (indignantly): But it’s Christmas.
             (Sherlock smiles.)
             SHERLOCK: I feel the same.
             (He turns and sees John’s expression. His smile fades.)
             SHERLOCK: Oh, you mean it’s actually Christmas. Did you bring your gun as I suggested?
             JOHN: Why would I bring my gun to your parents’ house for Christmas dinner?!
             SHERLOCK (holding out the coat in his right hand): Is it in your coat?
             JOHN (tetchily, taking it from him): Yes.
             SHERLOCK: Off we go, then.
             (They start to walk towards the helicopter.)
             JOHN: Where are we going?
             SHERLOCK: Appledore.

             APPLEDORE. In a large sitting room where one entire long wall is made of glass and looks out to
             the grounds, Magnussen lowers his whiskey glass at the sound of an approaching helicopter.
             The helicopter – which has the “CAM” logo on its side – flies down towards the house while
             Sherlock and John look down from inside the vehicle. They land on the grass not far from the
             house while Magnussen continues to sit on a long curved white leather sofa, not looking round
             to watch their arrival. Security men walks towards the helicopter while another stands on the
             patio outside the house. The boys get out and are escorted towards the house and the
             helicopter takes off and flies away. Shortly afterwards a security man leads the boys through an
             inside area which is lined with large green exotic plants, while another man follows behind.
             Magnussen is sitting on the sofa one level above them. He takes a drink from his glass as his
             men escort Sherlock and John out of an elevator and into the room. Sherlock stops a couple of
             paces in front of the sofa while John stands a little way behind and to one side of him.
             Magnussen nods to his men and they turn and leave.
             MAGNUSSEN (lifting his glass): I would offer you a drink but it’s very rare and expensive.
             (He drinks. Sherlock turns and sits down on the sofa a couple of feet to Magnussen’s right. He
             sighs with a contented sound and slaps his hands down on the white leather either side of him,



                                                            Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)
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