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             HOLMES: Precisely. There isn’t one. The only broken window in this establishment is the one
             that Watson and I entered through, yet prior to that we distinctly heard the sound of What did
             you just say?
             LESTRADE: Sorry?
             HOLMES: About a note. What did you just say?
             LESTRADE: I said the murderer did leave a note.
             HOLMES: No they didn’t.
             LESTRADE: There’s a message tied to the dagger. You must have seen it!
             HOLMES (walking towards the body): There’s no message.
             LESTRADE: Yes!
             HOLMES: There was no message when I found the body.
             (He stops and looks down at Sir Eustace’s corpse. Looped around the hilt of the dagger is a
             piece of string, to which is attached a luggage label. He squats down, picks up the label and
             looks at the underside. His eyes widen and he lowers the label back down onto Sir Eustace’s
             chest. Staring into the distance in disbelief, he slowly stands up.)
             WATSON: Holmes?
             (He walks closer as Holmes slowly backs away, then turns and walks slowly towards the stairs.)
             WATSON: What is it?
             (Not answering, Holmes heads down the stairs. Watson walks over to the body, squats down
             and lifts the luggage label and looks at the underside. Written in large letters is:

             MISS ME?

             Watson raises his head and frowns. On the stairs, Holmes seems to float down them as he
             stares ahead of himself in shock and bewilderment.)

             [And I’m sorry, but as a fan of “The Surprising Adventures of Sir Digby Chicken Caesar” from
             ‘Mitchell and Webb,’ that particular footage had me cracking up laughing and loudly singing ‘The
             Devil’s Galop,’ which completely ruined the mood for me. Apparently nobody involved with
             ‘Sherlock’ has ever seen that series or they would never have filmed the moment in that way.]

             THE STRANGER’S ROOM OF THE DIOGENES CLUB.
             MYCROFT HOLMES: Do you?
             (Holmes has been facing away from his brother but now turns to look at him.)
             HOLMES: Do I what?
             (Mycroft holds up the bloodstained luggage label with its MISS ME? message.)
             HOLMES (breathing out a long ‘h’ at the beginning of the first word): How did you get that? (He
             points to the label.) I left it at the crime scene.
             MYCROFT HOLMES (putting down the label on the table beside him and then folding his hands
             over his huge stomach): ‘Crime scene’? Where do you pick up these extraordinary expressions?
             Do you miss him?
             HOLMES: Moriarty is dead.
             MYCROFT HOLMES: And yet.
             (Holmes has turned away from Mycroft again.)
             HOLMES: His body was never recovered.
             MYCROFT HOLMES: To be expected when one pushes a maths professor over a waterfall. Pure
             reason toppled by sheer melodrama: your life in a nutshell.
             HOLMES (turning to face him): ‘Where do you pick up these extraordinary expressions?’
             (He turns again and stops at the sight of a painting on the side wall. It is Turner’s ‘Falls of the
             Reichenbach.’ [Click here for image.] For a moment it’s as if he can see the water pouring over
             the top of the falls and plummeting into the drop. He blows out a breath and then sniffs harshly
             before turning to his brother.)
             HOLMES: Have you put on weight?
             MYCROFT HOLMES: You saw me only yesterday. Does that seem possible?
             HOLMES (slowly walking past his chair while looking at him): No.
             MYCROFT HOLMES (holding out his hands): Yet here I am, increased. What does that tell the
             foremost criminal investigator in England?
             HOLMES (a little indignantly): In England?
             MYCROFT HOLMES: You’re in deep, Sherlock, deeper than you ever intended to be. Have you
             made a list?
             HOLMES: Of what?

                                                            Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)
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