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(Still Jeff can only whine in pain. His face intent and manic, Sherlock leans his weight onto his
foot. Jeff whimpers.)
SHERLOCK (furiously): The NAME!
JEFF (agonised): MORIARTY!
(His eyes close and his head rolls to the side. Sherlock steps back, turning his head away and
looking reflective. After a few seconds, he silently mouths the word ‘Moriarty’ to himself.)

LATER. Outside the college, Sherlock is sitting on the back steps of an ambulance. A paramedic
puts an orange blanket around his shoulders as Lestrade walks over. Sherlock gestures to the
blanket.
SHERLOCK: Why have I got this blanket? They keep putting this blanket on me.
LESTRADE: Yeah, it’s for shock.
SHERLOCK: I’m not in shock.
LESTRADE: Yeah, but some of the guys wanna take photographs.
(He grins. Sherlock rolls his eyes.)
SHERLOCK: So, the shooter. No sign?
LESTRADE: Cleared off before we got ’ere. But a guy like that would have had enemies, I
suppose. One of them could have been following him but ... (he shrugs) ... got nothing to go
on.
(Sherlock looks at him pointedly.)
SHERLOCK: Oh, I wouldn’t say that.
(Now it’s Lestrade’s turn to roll his eyes.)
LESTRADE: Okay, gimme.
SHERLOCK (standing up): The bullet they just dug out of the wall’s from a hand gun. Kill shot
over that distance from that kind of a weapon – that’s a crack shot you’re looking for, but not
just a marksman; a fighter. His hands couldn’t have shaken at all, so clearly he’s acclimatised
to violence. He didn’t fire until I was in immediate danger, though, so strong moral principle.
You’re looking for a man probably with a history of military service ...
(While he’s talking, he turns his head to look around the area and sees John standing some
distance away behind the police tape.)
SHERLOCK: ... and nerves of steel ...
(He trails off. As John looks back at him innocently and then turns his head away, Sherlock
clearly begins to realise the connection. Lestrade turns to follow Sherlock’s gaze and Sherlock
turns back to him before he can start to ask questions.)
SHERLOCK: Actually, do you know what? Ignore me.
LESTRADE: Sorry?
SHERLOCK: Ignore all of that. It’s just the, er, the shock talking.
(He starts to walk towards John.)
LESTRADE: Where’re you going?
SHERLOCK: I just need to talk about the-the rent.
LESTRADE: But I’ve still got questions for you.
SHERLOCK (turning back to him in irritation): Oh, what now? I’m in shock! Look, I’ve got a
blanket!
(He brandishes the sides of the blanket at Lestrade as if to prove it.)
LESTRADE: Sherlock!
SHERLOCK: And I just caught you a serial killer ... more or less.
(Lestrade looks at him thoughtfully for a moment.)
LESTRADE: Okay. We’ll bring you in tomorrow. Off you go.
(Sherlock walks away. Lestrade smiles as he watches him go. Taking the blanket from around
his shoulders, Sherlock bundles it up as he approaches John, who is standing at the side of a
police car. Sherlock tosses the blanket through the open window of the car and ducks under the
police tape.)
JOHN: Um, Sergeant Donovan’s just been explaining everything, the two pills. Been a dreadful
business, hasn’t it? Dreadful.
(Sherlock looks at him for a moment.)
SHERLOCK (quietly): Good shot.
JOHN (trying and utterly failing to look innocent): Yes. Yes, must have been, through that
window.
SHERLOCK: Well, you’d know.
(John gazes up at him, still unsuccessfully trying not to let his expression give him away.)

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)