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HOLMES (firmly): Moriarty’s dead.
MORIARTY: Not in your mind. (He shakes his head.) I’ll never be dead there. You once called
your brain a hard drive. (He starts to walk forward.) Well, say hello to the virus. This is how we
end, you and I. Always here, always together.
(Holmes starts to walk slowly towards his nemesis, who has now stopped.)
HOLMES: You have a magnificent brain, Moriarty. I admire it.
(Moriarty smiles a little.)
HOLMES: I concede it may be even be the equal of my own.
(Moriarty’s smile widens.)
MORIARTY: I’m touched. I’m honoured.
HOLMES: But when it comes to the matter of unarmed combat on the edge of a precipice ...
(Moriarty’s smile has dropped.)
HOLMES: ... you’re going in the water ...
(He pauses for a moment.)
HOLMES: ... short-arse.
(Moriarty hisses and lashes out, jabbing his fingers into Holmes’ throat, who chokes and
stumbles back, his deerstalker falling off as he clutches at his throat. Moriarty surges forward
and grabs Holmes’ ears, shoving him against the rock wall. Holmes roughly pushes him away,
then as Moriarty straightens up, Holmes punches him in the face. As he breathes heavily,
Moriarty turns back to face him.)
MORIARTY (loudly): Oh, you think you’re so big and strong, Sherlock! Not with me!
(He punches Holmes in the face. The impact spins Holmes around and sends him falling to the
ground. Getting up again, Holmes turns back and swings another punch but Moriarty blocks it
and seizes his arm and shoves him hard, sending him falling to the ground on his front, his
head almost over the drop at the end of the ledge. Breathing heavily, Holmes struggles to turn
over onto his back. As he finally makes it, Moriarty walks forward to stand over him.)
MORIARTY (yelling): I am your WEAKNESS!
(Crying out with rage, he kicks Holmes in the head, flattening him to the rock floor.)
MORIARTY (yelling): I keep you DOWN!
(He kicks Holmes in the side, making him grunt with pain. Moriarty drops to his knees and leans
forward, yelling into his enemy’s face.)
MORIARTY: Every time you STUMBLE, every time you FAIL, when you’re WEAK ...
(Holmes is grimacing under the verbal onslaught. Moriarty punches him in the chest as he
stands up.)
MORIARTY: I ... AM ... (he bends and punches his chest again) ... THERE!
(He drops to his knees as Holmes tries to sit up. He seizes Holmes’ coat while the detective
flails uselessly at him.)
MORIARTY: No. Don’t try to fight it. LIE BACK AND LOSE!
(He straightens up, hauling Holmes to his feet. They struggle for a moment but Moriarty has the
upper hand and shoves Holmes sideways, clinging to his arm with one hand and grasping the
side of his head with the other and bending him over the side of the ledge.)
MORIARTY (harshly, loudly): Shall we go over together? It has to be together, doesn’t it? At the
end, it’s always just you ... (he screams the next words manically into Holmes’ face) ... AND
ME!
(Behind them, a very familiar male voice clears its throat. Moriarty looks round and a few feet
away Watson, smiling slightly, lifts his revolver with the muzzle pointed skywards and cocks it
before pointing it forward.)
WATSON: Professor, if you wouldn’t mind stepping away from my friend. I do believe he finds
your attention a shade annoying.
(Holmes, a slight smile on his face, lifts his hands away from Moriarty, who releases him with a
frustrated look.)
MORIARTY: That’s not fair. There’s two of you!
WATSON: There’s always two of us. Don’t you read The Strand?
(He tosses Holmes’ deerstalker towards his friend, who catches it and sniffs nonchalantly as he
puts it on. Watson gestures with his revolver.)
WATSON: On your knees, Professor.
(Looking both bewildered and exasperated, Moriarty drops to his knees at the side of the ledge,
facing the drop.)
WATSON: Hands behind your head.
(Looking up briefly at Holmes, Moriarty does as instructed.)
HOLMES: Thank you, John.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)