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Sherlock, Season 3, episode 3 transcript: His Last Vow, part 3 
18th-Jan-2014 04:40 am
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Sherlock, Season 3, episode 3 transcript: His Last Vow, part 3



Transcript by Ariane DeVere aka Callie Sullivan.


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Sherlock, Season 3, episode 3 transcript: His Last Vow, part 3

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The distinctive crescent moon shape of the perfume bottle dissolves into a view of the real Moon, half full in the night sky. Mary is walking along a road towards Leinster Gardens. It is an expensive-looking area, with a long terrace of four-storey white-plastered Edwardian buildings lining the road. A homeless person is squatting with his back to the wall at the corner of the road. He has the hood of his jacket pulled over his head, a blanket wrapped around him, and a white plastic tub is on the ground in front of him.
HOMELESS MAN (hoarsely, as Mary walks past): Spare any change, love?
MARY (not stopping): No.
HOMELESS MAN (hoarsely): Oh, come on, love. Don’t be like all the rest.
(She stops, turning back to him, then takes a handful of loose change from her coat pocket, bends down and drops the coins into the tub. Before she can fully straighten up or withdraw her hand, he takes hold of her wrist and looks up at her. It’s Bill Wiggins.)
BILL (in his normal voice): Rule One of looking for Sherlock ’olmes ...
(He puts a phone and a headset into her hand.)
BILL: ... ’e finds you.
(He stands, picking up his tub.)

MARY: You’re working for Sherlock now.
BILL: Keeps me off the streets, dunnit?
MARY: Well ... no.
(She shrugs at him. The phone in her hand starts to ring. As she puts the headset into her ear, Bill turns and walks away. She answers the phone.)

MARY (walking along the road): Where are you?
SHERLOCK (over phone): Can’t you see me?
MARY: Well, what am I looking for?
SHERLOCK (over phone): The lie – the lie of Leinster Gardens – hidden in plain sight.
(Stepping a few feet into the road so that she can get a better view of the tall houses, she continues along the road while looking at the house fronts. There is nobody else in the street and no cars are driving along it.)
SHERLOCK (over phone): Hardly anyone notices. People live here for years and never see it, but if you are what I think you are, it’ll take you less than a minute.
(She continues to walk slowly along the road.)
SHERLOCK (over phone): The houses, Mary. Look at the houses.
MARY: How did you know I’d come here?
SHERLOCK (over phone): I knew you’d talk to the people no-one else would bother with.
MARY (laughing briefly): I thought I was being clever.
SHERLOCK (over phone): You’re always clever, Mary. I was relying on that. I planted the information for you to find.
(She slows down, looking at a couple of adjoining houses in the middle of the terrace.)
MARY (her voice sounding impressed): Ohh.
(She stops and turns to face the two houses which have caught her attention. Although there is no light shining from any of the windows, unlike the others on either side, the houses otherwise look similar to the rest of the terrace.)
SHERLOCK (over phone): Thirty seconds.
MARY: What am I looking at?
SHERLOCK (over phone): No door knobs, no letter box ...
(She looks towards the two front doors to confirm this, then raises her eyes to the windows in which the glass is opaque.)
SHERLOCK (over phone): ... painted windows. Twenty-three and twenty-four Leinster Gardens ...
(He pauses and sighs gently.)
SHERLOCK (over phone): ... the empty houses.
(The camera rises up towards the rooftops of the buildings.)
SHERLOCK (over phone): They were demolished years ago to make way for the London Underground, a vent for the old steam trains.
(The camera lifts over the top of the houses and reveals that behind their front walls there is nothing else of the buildings. The houses on either side are complete but these two have only the front wall remaining, and underneath the houses runs a train line along which a Tube train now passes by.)
SHERLOCK (over phone): Only the very front section of the house remains. It’s just a façade. (He draws in a breath.) Remind you of anyone, Mary? A façade.
(At that moment a picture is projected onto the front of the two houses. Three storeys high, stretching from the first floor to the third, it is a photograph of Mary. The picture, obviously taken on her wedding day, is a head shot only and shows her wearing her headdress with the white veil surrounding her head as she smiles happily at the camera. Mary turns and looks behind her, trying to see where the picture is being projected from.)
SHERLOCK (over phone): Sorry. I never could resist a touch of drama.
(She turns back and looks at her image on the houses.)
SHERLOCK (over phone): Do come in. It’s a little cramped.
MARY (starting to walk towards the houses): Do you own this place?
SHERLOCK (over phone): Mmm. I won it in a card game with the Clarence House Cannibal.
(One of the two adjacent front doors is slightly ajar and there is light behind it. She walks towards that door.)
SHERLOCK (over phone): Nearly cost me my kidneys, but fortunately I had a ... (he draws in a breath) ... straight flush.
(Mary pushes open the door and looks inside. On the wall inside the door is an empty socket for a large electric plug and beside it is a fuse box.)
SHERLOCK (over phone): Quite a gambler, that woman.
(Mary walks inside. All that remains of the house is a long narrow corridor running along the front of the house. She looks back behind her for a moment and then focuses on the corridor. It is lit at her end, and at the other end a bright light shines towards her, obscuring her view of the far end, but she can just about see a shape sitting on a chair in the shadows under the light. She stares at the shape and draws in a breath.)
MARY: What do you want, Sherlock?
(We switch to the other end of the corridor, looking towards Mary over the shoulder of the figure sitting there and facing her. Water trickles from the ceiling beside it. We can also see the thin clear tube of a medical drip hanging beside the figure.)
SHERLOCK (over phone): Mary Morstan was stillborn in October 1972. Her gravestone is in Chiswick Cemetery where – five years ago – you acquired her name and date of birth and thereafter her identity.
(She starts walking slowly along the corridor.)
SHERLOCK (over phone): That’s why you don’t have ‘friends’ from before that date.

FLASHBACK to Sherlock standing in the living room of 221B looking at his wedding plans on the wall behind the sofa.
SHERLOCK (turning to where Mary is sitting at the dining table): Need to work on your half of the church, Mary. Looking a bit thin.
MARY (smiling): Ah, orphan’s lot. Friends – that’s all I have.

In the present, Mary continues to walk slowly along the corridor.
SHERLOCK (over phone): It’s an old enough technique, known to the kinds of people who can recognise a skip-code on sight ...

FLASHBACK to Mary on the first floor landing at 221, showing Sherlock the text message she has received.
MARY: At first I thought it was just a Bible thing, you know, spam, but it’s not. It’s a skip-code.
(Sherlock looks closely at her.)

In the present, Mary is still walking towards the seated figure she can now see a little better. Although the face is still obscured in shadow she can see that the person is sitting in a wheelchair. The medical drip is on a stand behind the chair and the recognisable shape of the morphine dispenser can be seen attached to the stand.

SHERLOCK (over phone): ... have extraordinarily retentive memories ...

FLASHBACK to the wedding venue as Sherlock stands partway up the staircase with the tips of his fingers against his temples and his eyes screwed closed.
JOHN: How can you not remember which room? You remember everything.
SHERLOCK (irritably): I have to delete something!
(Mary runs around the corner and pelts up the stairs in between them, holding up her skirt with one hand to stop herself tripping over it.)
MARY: Two oh seven.

In the present, Mary has stopped about halfway along the corridor.
MARY: You were very slow.
SHERLOCK (over phone): How good a shot are you?
(She reaches inside her coat, pulls out her pistol and cocks it, holding it down by her side.)
MARY: How badly do you want to find out?
SHERLOCK (over phone): If I die here, my body will be found in a building with your face projected on the front of it. Even Scotland Yard could get somewhere with that.
(She nods her agreement, still looking towards the shadowed figure at the end of the corridor. She can see one side of the popped coat collar protruding out of the shadows.)
SHERLOCK (over phone): I want to know how good you are. (Softly, encouragingly) Go on. Show me. The doctor’s wife must be a little bit bored by now.
(Shifting her pistol in her grip, Mary looks down and reaches into her shoulder bag and takes out a fifty pence coin. Balancing it on her thumb and forefinger, she looks up to gauge the height of the ceiling, then flicks the coin high into the air, raises the gun and fires at it. The ejected shell pings off the wall in front of her and she turns and lowers her head to avoid the coin as it falls down to the floor. She turns to look at the shadowed figure.
Behind her a shadow appears on the wall as someone walks through the open front door. The shadow is instantly recognisable as Sherlock’s with its curly hair and popped collar, and now he lowers his phone from his ear and switches it off while he walks towards her.)

SHERLOCK: May I see?
(Mary peers towards the shadowy figure sitting at the end of the corridor, then lowers her head and turns to Sherlock, laughing quietly.)
MARY: It’s a dummy.
(She takes the headset from her ear.)
MARY: I suppose it was a fairly obvious trick.
(She walks a few paces forward, puts her foot against the coin and sends it sliding across the floor towards him. Sherlock puts his foot onto it to stop it. He looks at her as she continues her slow walk towards him, then he bends down and picks up the coin. When he straightens up and speaks, his voice is tight with pain.)
SHERLOCK: And yet, over a distance of six feet, you failed to make a kill shot.
(He holds the coin up to show the hole shot through it. He looks like hell – shaky on his feet, sweating and breathing heavily as he continues talking.)
SHERLOCK: Enough to hospitalise me; not enough to kill me. That wasn’t a miss.
(He smiles slightly.)

SHERLOCK: That was surgery.
(Mary meets his gaze for a moment, then lowers her eyes.)

SHERLOCK: I’ll take the case.
MARY (looking at him again): What case?
SHERLOCK: Yours. (A little angrily) Why didn’t you come to me in the first place?
MARY: Because John can’t ever know that I lied to him. It would break him and I would lose him forever – and, Sherlock, I will never let that happen.
(He turns as if to walk away. She takes a step towards him.)
MARY: Please ...
(He turns back to her.)

MARY: ... understand. There is nothing in this world that I would not do to stop that happening.
SHERLOCK (turning away): Sorry.
(He walks to the fuse box and puts his hand onto one of the switches before looking back towards her.)
SHERLOCK: Not that obvious a trick.
(He flicks the switch and all the lights come on. Behind Mary at the far end of the corridor there is slight movement. Even though she has not seen it, her face fills with dread as if she has already realised the truth. Lowering her eyes and letting out a breath, she turns to look along the corridor to where the figure at the end can now be seen clearly. She gasps. Her husband is sitting in the wheelchair, looking back at her with no expression in his eyes. His hair is ruffled to make it look bigger and he is wearing a black jacket with the collar popped. Slowly he stands up and begins to stroke his hair back down.)
SHERLOCK (softly): Now talk, and sort it out. Do it quickly.
(John takes hold of his coat and pulls it wide, shaking the collar down before settling it back onto his shoulders. Mary lets out an anguished sigh as he slowly starts to walk towards her and then stops several feet away. The scene slowly fades to black.)

DAY TIME. A church choir can be heard singing the Christmas carol,
“Hark, the Herald Angels Sing.” From the quality of the sound, it appears that the music is coming from a radio. Outside a red-walled cottage, Sherlock’s and Mycroft’s father comes out of the door wearing grey trousers, a white checked shirt, a grey cardigan and a bright red bowtie. He goes over to a nearby pile of small wooden logs and picks up two of them before going back inside. Mycroft’s voice can be heard. It has a rather despairing tone to it.
MYCROFT (offscreen): Oh, dear God, it’s only two o’clock. It’s been Christmas Day for at least a week now.
(We switch to a view through a window of the cottage and can see the kitchen. Mycroft – wearing a shirt and tie and a sleeveless waistcoat – is sitting at the side of a large table in the middle of the kitchen rubbing one hand wearily over his brow. Christmas lights – wrapped around green foliage – are strung along the bottom of the window we are looking through and another set of lights is wrapped over the curtain rail above a window on the opposite side of the kitchen. The latter lights then progress to where they drape over the top of a picture on the wall beside the window and then dangle down haphazardly towards the floor. On the kitchen table is some crockery, including a large plate with red paper serviettes and some cutlery on it, another plate with mince pies on it, a small iced and decorated Christmas cake, and various other items. From just offscreen, someone drops some more Christmas crackers onto a pile of them lying in a wicker basket on the table. Sherlock, wearing his usual dark suit and a very dark grey shirt, is sitting in an armchair near the table.)
MYCROFT (in the same despairing tone): How can it only be two o’clock? I’m in agony.
(Sherlock is looking at the front page of The Guardian which bears the headline “Lord Smallwood suicide” and the straplines “Shamed peer takes own life” and “63-year-old dies following letters scandal”. Mrs Holmes’ voice speaks offscreen.)
MRS HOLMES: Mikey, is this your laptop?
(Standing at the end of the table, she points down to a silver-grey laptop on the table, half-obscured by a chopping board on top of it which has several whole peeled potatoes and the peelings on it.)
MYCROFT: On which depends the security of the free world, yes ... (he smiles rather sarcastically up at her) ... and you’ve got potatoes on it.
(Sherlock glances over towards them.)
MRS HOLMES (to Mycroft): Well, you shouldn’t leave it lying around if it’s so important.
(She reaches to pick up the basket of crackers but puts it down again when Mycroft speaks while gesturing around the kitchen.)
MYCROFT: Why are we doing this? We never do this.
(Looking a little exasperated, his mother leans on the table.)
MRS HOLMES: We are here because Sherlock is home from hospital and we are all very happy.
(Mycroft looks up at her with an extremely insincere smile.)
MYCROFT: Am I happy too? I haven’t checked.
MRS HOLMES (picking up the basket): Behave, Mike.
MYCROFT: ‘Mycroft’ is the name you gave me, if you could possibly struggle all the way to the end.
(Bill Wiggins walks over and holds out a glass of punch with pieces of fruit floating in it.)
BILL: Mrs Holmes?
(She looks round and takes the glass from him.)
MRS HOLMES: Oh! Thank you, dear.
(She looks up at him.)
MRS HOLMES: Not absolutely sure why you’re here.
(She drinks from the glass.)
SHERLOCK: I invited him.
BILL: I’m his protégé, Mrs ’olmes. When ’e dies, I get all his stuff, an’ ’is job.
(She looks at him, a little startled.)
SHERLOCK (precisely, still reading the paper): No.
BILL: Oh. Well, I help out a bit.
SHERLOCK: Closer.
(Mycroft and Mrs Holmes look up at Bill.)
BILL: If ’e does get murdered or something ...
(Mycroft and his mother look appalled.)
SHERLOCK (still looking at his newspaper): Probably stop talking now.
BILL: Okay.
MYCROFT (to Sherlock): Lovely when you bring your friends round(!)
MRS HOLMES (putting her glass down): Stop it, you. Somebody’s put a bullet in my boy ... (she walks towards Sherlock with the basket of crackers but then turns back to look at Mycroft) ... and if I ever find out who, I shall turn absolutely monstrous.
(She apparently sees something on a nearby work surface.)
MRS HOLMES: Ah. This was for Mary. (She walks away with whatever it is.) I’ll be back in a minute.
(Sherlock, who had folded his hands in front of his mouth, now lowers his left hand and looks at his watch. A mental image of a stopwatch appears above his hand, starting a countdown from 7 minutes and 37 seconds. He refolds his hands.)

In the sitting room of the cottage, which also has random Christmas decorations around it, Mr Holmes goes across to the open door of the wood-burning fireplace and puts the two pieces of wood into the lit fire. Mrs Holmes comes in.

MRS HOLMES: Ah, Mary.
(Carrying a mug, she takes it across to where Mary is sitting in an armchair facing the fire. She has a blanket over her stomach and legs and is flicking through the pages of a book.)
MRS HOLMES: There you are.
(She hands the mug to Mary, who smiles as she takes it and drinks from it.)
MRS HOLMES: Cup of tea. Now, if Father starts making little humming noises, just give him a little poke. That usually does it.
(Mary giggles and Mrs Holmes chuckles. Mr Holmes has straightened up from the fire, dusting off his hands, and has turned to face them while putting his hands in his pockets. He has a pair of glasses on a chain around his neck. It seems that he has taken up his wife’s suggestion of wearing them on a chain – “like Larry Grayson.” He smiles at Mary as Mrs Holmes turns to look at him. Mary holds up the book to show the front cover. The book is called “The Dynamics of Combustion” and its author is M. L. Holmes.)
MARY (to Mrs Holmes): Did you write this?
MRS HOLMES: Oh, that silly old thing. You mustn’t read that. Mathematics must seem terribly fatuous now!
(She turns to her husband, who is now gazing into space and humming quietly to himself.)
MRS HOLMES (walking towards him): Now, no humming, you!
(She pats his backside affectionately. Mary, taking another drink of her tea, smiles fondly at her as she leaves the room and closes the door. Mr Holmes smiles at Mary.)
MR HOLMES: Complete flake, my wife, but happens to be a genius.
MARY: She was a mathematician?
MR HOLMES: Gave it all up for children.
(Mary smiles and sips from her mug again.)
MR HOLMES: I could never bear to argue with her. I’m something of a moron myself. But she’s ... (he glances away briefly, then looks back to Mary and leans closer to her, smiling) ... unbelievably hot!
MARY (giggling): Oh my God. You’re the sane one, aren’t you?!
MR HOLMES (raising his eyebrows at her): Aren’t you?!
(She lowers her eyes, trying to keep her smile steady, and then drinks again. The door to the sitting room opens and John comes in, glancing briefly at Mary and then looking across to Mr Holmes, who turns to him.)
JOHN: Oh.
(Looking nervous, Mary looks down at her book and flips it open to a random page.)
JOHN: Sorry. I-I just, er ...
(Mary keeps her head down, flicking through the book’s pages. John glances towards her again.)
MR HOLMES: Oh. Er-er, do you two need a moment?
(He starts to walk towards the door, looking at John.)
JOHN: If you don’t mind.
(Mr Holmes stops and looks towards Mary, who briefly raises her head and gives it a tiny shake before looking down again.)
MR HOLMES (continuing towards the door): No, of course not. I’ll-I’ll go and see if I can help with ... something or another.
(He goes out, closing the door behind him. John watches him go, then runs his hand under his nose and turns towards Mary. She looks down at her book for a few more moments, then raises her head and briefly watches as he slowly walks across the room to stand in front of the fire, facing her. Again she glances briefly towards him before turning her attention back to the book on her lap.
Outside the closed door, Sherlock has walked over and has taken his coat from the pegs on the wall nearby. Standing at the door, his father looks at him and points back towards the sitting room.)

MR HOLMES: Those two. They all right?
SHERLOCK (putting on his coat): Well, you know – they’ve had their ups and downs.
(He glances towards the door, then goes through another nearby door.)

After a moment of dark screen, we are back in the narrow corridor in the house in Leinster Gardens. No time seems to have passed since we were last there, and Mary and John are still standing facing each other several feet apart. Now Sherlock turns away behind Mary.

SHERLOCK (quietly): Baker Street. Now.
(He walks away but Mary continues to stare at her husband, her face anguished. After a moment John walks forward, his eyes fixed on her and his teeth slightly bared. He keeps going and walks past her. She draws in a sharp breath, apparently fighting off tears.)

Later, John opens the door of the living room at 221B and walks in, sighing quietly. Mary follows him more slowly up the stairs, with Sherlock behind her. John takes off his jacket and drops it onto the dining table. Mrs Hudson is in the kitchen but now hurries towards him worriedly.

MRS HUDSON: John.
(Mary walks through the door, Sherlock slowly following up the stairs with his head lowered and bracing himself on the bannister.)
MRS HUDSON: Mary!
(Mary gives her a small smile and walks towards the fireplace while John stands by the dining table with his hands on his hips. Sherlock hobbles to the doorway and stops there, bracing himself with one hand on the edge of the open door.)
MRS HUDSON (looking shocked): Oh, Sherlock! Oh, good gracious, you look terrible.
SHERLOCK: Get me some morphine from your kitchen. I’ve run out.
MRS HUDSON: I don’t have any morphine!
SHERLOCK (angrily): Then what exactly is the point of you?
(She presses her lips together for a moment, then looks round at everyone.)
MRS HUDSON: What is going on?
JOHN: Bloody good question.
SHERLOCK (looking at John): The Watsons are about to have a domestic, and fairly quickly, I hope, because we’ve got work to do.
JOHN: Oh, I have a better question.
(He paces towards Mary, looking angrily into her face.)
JOHN: Is everyone I’ve ever met a psychopath?
(At the door, Sherlock’s eyes lift upwards as if he’s thinking.)
SHERLOCK (after a moment): Yes.
(Mary gives a tiny nod of agreement, pursing her lips.)
SHERLOCK: Good that we’ve settled that. Anyway, we ...
JOHN (turning towards him furiously): SHUT UP!
(Mrs Hudson jumps at the loudness of his cry and puts one hand to her mouth.)

MRS HUDSON: Oh!
JOHN (to Sherlock at a more normal volume): And stay shut up, because this is not funny. (He gives him an angry humourless smile.) Not this time.
SHERLOCK: I didn’t say it was funny.
(John turns his head to look at Mary.)
JOHN: You.
(He turns to face her. When he speaks, his voice and his face are full of barely-controlled anger and he frequently breathes heavily throughout his next words.)
JOHN: What have I ever done ... hmm? ... my whole life ... to deserve you?
SHERLOCK (now leaning against the right-hand door post): Everything.
JOHN (in the same tone as he turns to face him): Sherlock, I’ve told you ... (he walks towards him) ... shut up.
SHERLOCK (quietly): Oh, I mean it, seriously. Everything – everything you’ve ever done is what you did.
JOHN (very softly and dangerously): Sherlock, one more word and you will not need morphine.
SHERLOCK (still softly): You were a doctor who went to war.
(John’s eyes are fixed on him and he is breathing rapidly and deeply.)
SHERLOCK (a little louder but still quieter than we’re used to hearing him speak): You’re a man who couldn’t stay in the suburbs for more than a month without storming a crack den and beating up a junkie. Your best friend is a sociopath who solves crimes as an alternative to getting high.
(He pauses for a moment.)
SHERLOCK: That’s me, by the way. (He raises his left hand and waves at him.) Hello.
(He points towards Mrs Hudson.)
SHERLOCK: Even the landlady used to run a drug cartel.
MRS HUDSON: It was my husband’s cartel. I was just typing.
SHERLOCK (looking at her): And exotic dancing.
MRS HUDSON: Sherlock Holmes, if you’ve been YouTube-ing ...
SHERLOCK (louder, talking over her): John, you are addicted to a certain lifestyle. You’re abnormally attracted to dangerous situations and people ... (his voice becomes quieter again) ... so is it truly such a surprise that the woman you’ve fallen in love with conforms to that pattern?
(John grimaces briefly and then, with his eyes still fixed on Sherlock, he points towards his wife at the other side of the room.)
JOHN (his voice full of suppressed tears): But she wasn’t supposed to be like that.
(Mrs Hudson looks across to Mary in shock. Mary lowers her head.)
JOHN (to Sherlock, pointing again across the room, his voice a little stronger): Why is she like that?
(Sherlock looks away towards the sofa wall for several seconds and then turns to look directly into John’s eyes.)
SHERLOCK: Because you chose her.
(John stares back at him, his face unreadable. Sherlock holds his gaze. Finally John turns away, speaking conversationally.)
JOHN: Why is everything ... (he walks towards the dining table, holding up a questioning hand and shrugging) ... always ... (his voice raises to a loud shout) ... MY FAULT?!
(He furiously kicks the small table beside Sherlock’s chair across the floor. Mrs Hudson jumps and flails. Even Sherlock jumps a little, but Mary remains still.)
MRS HUDSON: Oh, the neighbours!
(She hurries away. John turns to face Mary again, breathing heavily.)
SHERLOCK (still in a quiet voice): John, listen. Be calm and answer me. (Slowly, precisely) What is she?
JOHN (his gaze fixed on Mary, though he blinks repeatedly): My lying wife?
SHERLOCK: No. What is she?
JOHN (still looking at Mary): And the woman who’s carrying my child who has lied to me since the day I met her?
(She gazes back at him.)
SHERLOCK: No. Not in this flat; not in this room. Right here, right now, what is she?
(John has a small fixed humourless smile on his face as his eyes remain locked on his wife. His head is low on his neck and he looks murderous. After a long moment he sniffs deeply and harshly.)
JOHN: Okay.
(He turns briefly towards Sherlock and then back to Mary.)
JOHN (over his shoulder towards Sherlock): Your way.
(He looks at Mary for another second, then half-turns to Sherlock.)
JOHN: Always your way.
(Sherlock lowers his head and looks away. John turns, clearing his throat, then picks up one of the dining chairs and puts it down facing the two armchairs and the fireplace. He looks at Mary.)
JOHN: Sit.
MARY: Why?
JOHN (in a tight, angry whisper, leaning towards her while pointing down to the dining chair): Because that’s where they sit.
(He straightens up, still speaking in the same tight voice but a little louder.)
JOHN: ... the people who come in here with their stories. Th-the clients – that’s all you are now, Mary. You’re a client. This is where you sit and talk ... (he gestures towards the armchairs) ... and this is where we sit and listen, then we decide if we want you or not.
(Sniffing, he walks over to his chair and sits down, clearing his throat and adjusting the cushion behind his back. After a moment, Sherlock walks forward and crosses the room. Pausing briefly in front of Mary to meet her eyes and give her a tiny nod, he turns and sits down in his own chair. Mary watches him as he sits, then looks across to John, who has slumped back into his chair and is not meeting her eyes, then she slowly walks in between them and turns round to sit down on the dining chair, putting her shoulder bag onto the floor beside her. She adjusts her coat around her, dusts off the tops of her legs, tugs the lower part of her trousers down a little on both legs, then turns her head to John as he looks back at her.)

THE PRESENT. In the sitting room of the Holmes’ cottage, Mary looks up from her book when John speaks.

JOHN: So, are you okay?
MARY (rather sarcastically): Oh! Are we doing conversation today? It really is Christmas(!)
(John reaches into the pocket of his trousers and takes out something. He shows her what he’s holding. It is a large silver-coloured pen drive with a circular link at one end for attaching it to a key ring. Written in black felt-tip pen on one side are the initials “A.G.R.A” [it’s actually not clear whether there’s a dot after the ‘R’ because the bottom right hand part of the letter runs into it]. The writing is somewhat faded. Mary closes the book and lets out a brief exasperated sound.)
MARY: Now?
(John nods and tilts the drive round to look at the letters on it.)
MARY: Seriously? Months of silence and we’re gonna do this ... (she nods towards the drive) ... now?
(John lowers the drive to his side, slowly rolling it round in his fingers.)

221B IN THE PAST. Sitting on the dining chair in front of Sherlock and John, Mary puts what looks like the same pen drive onto the table at the side of John’s chair, then withdraws her hand. Sherlock, his face in a grimace as if he is in pain, zooms in on the drive and the letters written on the side of it, although they appear much darker than they will be in the future.

SHERLOCK: ‘A.G.R.A.’ What’s that?
(Mary looks from him to John and clears her throat.)
MARY: Er ... my initials.
(John grimaces and looks away. Sherlock looks down, then glances towards him.)
MARY: Everything about who I was is on there. (Directly to John) If you love me, don’t read it in front of me.
JOHN (lifting the hand nearest to the table in a shrug): Why?
MARY (apparently trying to hold back tears): Because you won’t love me when you’ve finished ...
(John holds her gaze.)
MARY: ... and I don’t want to see that happen.
(She looks down. With a loud sigh John snatches the drive from the table, looks briefly across to Sherlock and then shoves the drive into his left trouser pocket. Sniffing, he pulls himself into a higher sitting position on his chair. Mary looks across to Sherlock.)
MARY: How much d’you know already?
SHERLOCK (still speaking more quietly than we’re used to): By your skill set, you are – or were – an intelligence agent. Your accent is currently English but I suspect you are not. You’re on the run from something; you’ve used your skills to disappear; ...
(John shakes his head as if he can’t believe what he’s hearing.)
SHERLOCK: ... Magnussen knows your secret, which is why you were going to kill him; and I assume you befriended Janine ... (he grimaces, shifting uncomfortably on his chair) ... in order to get close to him.
MARY: Oh – you can talk!
(He smiles at her.)
JOHN: Ohhh. Look at you two.
(Not raising his hands from the arms of his chair, he points his index fingers at each of them.)
JOHN: You should have got married.
(Mary turns to look at him, and Sherlock blinks a couple of times.)
MARY: The stuff Magnussen has on me, I would go to prison for the rest of my life.
JOHN: So you were just gonna kill him.
MARY: People like Magnussen should be killed. That’s why there are people like me.
JOHN (lifting his left hand and gently punching the arm of the chair): Perfect(!) So that’s what you were? An assassin?
(He looks towards Sherlock.)
JOHN: How could I not see that?
(He turns back towards Mary.)
MARY: You did see that.
(John’s humourless and slightly murderous smile is back on his face.)
MARY (pausing for a moment): ... and you married me.
(She pauses again, then tilts her head towards Sherlock.)
MARY: Because he’s right.
(Sherlock looks down a little, unusually not looking pleased about being correct.)
MARY (softly, to John): It’s what you like.
(John looks back at her stony-faced. She holds his gaze for a moment, then lowers her eyes.)
SHERLOCK: So ... Mary ...
(He grimaces again.)

SHERLOCK: ... any documents that Magnussen has concerning yourself, you want ... (he grimaces yet again, his voice tight as if with physical pain) ... extracted and returned.
MARY: Why would you help me?
SHERLOCK: Because ... you saved my life.
JOHN: Sor-sorry, what?
SHERLOCK (looking at Mary): When I happened on you and Magnussen ...
(He takes a couple of noisy, strained breaths, bracing his hands on the arms of his chair.)
SHERLOCK: ... you had a problem.
(The camera pulls back across the floor of the living room towards the door.)
SHERLOCK (offscreen): More specifically, you had a witness.
(Near the door, Sherlock’s familiar shadow drifts across the floor ...

... but it’s not actually in 221B. In the past, Sherlock looks carefully through the gap in the door to Magnusson’s penthouse living room and sees Magnussen kneeling on the floor with his head lowered and his hands raised while the black-clad assassin points a pistol at him.)

MAGNUSSEN (voiceover): What do you do now?
(The scene fast-forwards to Mary standing facing Sherlock, pointing her pistol at him while, behind her, Magnussen is reaching to his left where his phone is lying on the floor.)
MAGNUSSEN (voiceover): Kill both of us?
[Transcriber’s note: In the original version of this scene, Magnussen said, “Kill us both?”]
(Mary pulls the trigger and in slow-motion the bullet flies out of the end of the gun.)

SHERLOCK (voiceover): The solution, of course, was simple. Kill us both and leave.
(In this version of events, Mary wasn’t aiming at Sherlock’s chest and the bullet goes straight into the centre of his forehead. His eyes close and his mouth flies open and he starts to fall backwards. Before he even reaches the floor, Mary rapidly turns towards Magnussen, who is still straightening up at the sound of the shot. She shoots him in the head. In slow-motion, both he and Sherlock fall to the floor.)
SHERLOCK (in 221B in the present): However, sentiment got the better of you.
(In the past, in Magnusson’s flat the preceding scene goes into reverse and Magnussen lifts off the floor and back onto his knees, the bullet goes back into the gun and Mary reverse-turns towards Sherlock, who is still on his feet.)
SHERLOCK (voiceover): One precisely-calculated shot to incapacitate me ...
(Mary fires at him and Sherlock – this time shot in the chest – starts to fall backwards.)
SHERLOCK (voiceover): ... in the hope that it would bide you more time to negotiate my silence.
[Transcriber’s note: Sherlock does say ‘bide,’ though I suspect that Benedict ought to have said ‘buy.’ However, note an alternative theory here]
(Before Sherlock hits the floor, Mary is already turning towards Magnussen.)

SHERLOCK (in 221B in the present): Of course, you couldn’t shoot Magnussen. (He looks towards John.) On the night that both of us broke into the building, your own husband would become a suspect, so ...
(In the past, Mary viciously lashes the end of her pistol across Magnusson’s face. His glasses fly off his face and in ultra-slow motion he starts to fall.)
SHERLOCK (offscreen for the first part of the sentence, now taking a painful breath every few words): ... you calculated ... that Magnussen ... would use the fact of your involvement rather than sharing the information with the police ... as is his M.O.
(In the past, Mary walks in slow motion towards the open door of Magnusson’s flat.)
SHERLOCK (in 221B): ... and then you left the way you came.
(Mary’s gaze is lowered but now she raises it to him. John is looking towards him with a grim expression on his face, then turns his eyes towards his wife.)
SHERLOCK (to Mary): Have I missed anything?
JOHN: How did she save your life?
SHERLOCK: She phoned the ambulance.
JOHN: I phoned the ambulance.
SHERLOCK: She phoned first.
(In the past, Mary viciously lashes the end of her pistol across Magnusson’s face and then immediately bends to pick up his phone from the floor. Even as she straightens up we hear three beeps as she types on it, not even looking at it. The number comes up on our screen in red:

999 EMERGENCY

OPERATOR (over phone): Emergency. Which service do you require?

Approaching sirens can be heard.

SHERLOCK (in 221B in the present, looking at John): You didn’t find me for another five minutes. Left to you, I would have died. The average arrival time for a London ambulance is ...
(He lifts his left hand and looks at his watch as the clatter of feet can be heard on the stairs. Two paramedics run into the room.)
PARAMEDIC: Did somebody call an ambulance?
(John stands up, looking at them in confusion.)
SHERLOCK: ... eight minutes.
(Breathing heavily and with his left hand still raised in front of him, he looks towards the paramedics.)
SHERLOCK: Did you bring any morphine? I asked on the phone.
PARAMEDIC (looking puzzled): We were told there was a shooting.
SHERLOCK: There was, last week ...
(He is now holding his left wrist with his right hand, his fingers on his pulse point. He takes a sharp breath.)
SHERLOCK: ... but I believe I’m bleeding internally and my pulse is very erratic.
(He puts his hands on the arms of the chair and starts to push himself upwards.)
SHERLOCK: You may need to re-start my heart on the way.
(His voice jolts on the word ‘heart’ and his knees buckle. John and Mary hurry forward and each of them takes hold of an upper arm to support him. The paramedics run towards them.)
JOHN: Come on, Sherlock. Come on, Sherlock.
(Sherlock groans and grabs at him, clinging to his shoulder. Mary steps back out of the way of the paramedics.)
SHERLOCK: John?
(The paramedics put their bags down on the floor near him and take hold of him, supporting his weight, but he ignores them and stares intensely at his friend.)
SHERLOCK: John – Magnussen is all that matters now. You can trust Mary. She saved my life.
JOHN (quietly): She shot you.
(Sherlock pulls a face, half-nodding his agreement.)
SHERLOCK: Er, mixed messages, I grant you.
(He grimaces, crying out in pain, and starts to fall. John and the paramedics start to lower him to the floor.)
JOHN: Sherlock? Sherlock. (To the paramedics) All right, take him.
(Sherlock cries out again. John releases him, watching the paramedics.)
JOHN: Got him?
(They lay Sherlock down as he groans and whimpers. John straightens and looks down in concern as one of the paramedics gets out an oxygen mask. While they continue working, John looks across to Mary, breathing heavily and with his teeth slightly bared.)

THE PRESENT in the Holmes’ sitting room.

MARY: So, have you read it?
(John looks down at the pen drive, repeatedly turning it around in his fingers, the key ring attachment rattling noisily, then he clasps his fist around it and looks at her while gesturing to the floor in front of him.)
JOHN: W-would you come here a moment?
MARY (shaking her head): No. Tell me. Have you?
JOHN (in an exasperated voice): Just ...
(He pauses and seems to rein in his temper.)

JOHN (more calmly): ... come here.
(She grimaces unhappily, then unwraps the blanket from around her stomach and legs and starts to stand up, holding one hand to her abdomen. She is now very visibly pregnant. John steps towards her to help her up.)
MARY: No, I’m fine.
(Wincing, she gets to her feet as John steps back again. She walks across the room and John turns to one side so that he is side-on to the fireplace. Mary stops in front of him and lowers her eyes. When John speaks, his voice is little more than a whisper and his throat is tight.)
JOHN: I’ve thought long and hard about what I want to say to you.
(He draws in a long breath through his nose as she raises her eyes to him.)
JOHN: These are prepared words, Mary.
(He lowers his head for a moment, grimacing slightly and pulling in another slightly shaky breath before glancing up at her.)
JOHN: I’ve chosen these words with care.
MARY (a little nervously): Okay.
(John clears his throat, and he can be heard rolling the pen drive round in his fingers again. Finally he looks up to meet her eyes.)
JOHN (still speaking quietly): The problems of your past are your business. The problems of your future ... are my privilege.
(Mary’s face starts to crumple a little and tears begin to form in her eyes.)
JOHN: It’s all I have to say. It’s all I need to know.
(He looks down at the pen drive while Mary gazes at him tearfully. After a few moments he glances up at her again, then turns to the fireplace and drops the pen drive onto the burning logs. Mary quietly starts to cry as she looks at the drive on top of the fire. John clears his throat again as he turns back to her.)
JOHN (quietly): No, I didn’t read it.
(She looks at him, the first tears starting to roll down her face.)
MARY (tearfully): You don’t even know my name.
JOHN: Is ‘Mary Watson’ good enough for you?
MARY (sobbing out the word): Yes! (She wipes her fingers under her nose.) Oh my God, yes.
JOHN: Then it’s good enough for me, too.
(He gives her a small smile.)
MARY: Oh!
(They step together and hug each other tightly. She cries. He speaks softly in her ear, his throat still tight.)
JOHN: All this does not mean that I’m not still basically pissed off with you.
MARY (tearfully): I know, I know.
JOHN: I am very pissed off, and it will come out now and then.
MARY: I know, I know, I know.
(She sniffs. They pull back far enough to be able to look into each other’s eyes.)
JOHN (softly): You can mow the sodding lawn from now on.
MARY: I do mow the lawn.
JOHN: No, I do it loads.
MARY: You really don’t.
JOHN: I choose the baby’s name.
MARY: Not a chance.
JOHN: Okay.
(They tightly hug again.)

Outside the cottage, Mycroft and Sherlock are idly wandering along the path in the front garden towards the gate. Each of them is holding a lit cigarette.

MYCROFT: I’m glad you’ve given up on the Magnussen business.
SHERLOCK: Are you?
MYCROFT (stopping): I’m still curious, though. He’s hardly your usual kind of puzzle. Why do you ... hate him?
SHERLOCK (turning back to face him): Because he attacks people who are different and preys on their secrets. Why don’t you?
MYCROFT: He never causes too much damage to anyone important. He’s far too intelligent for that. He’s a business-man, that’s all, and occasionally useful to us. A necessary evil – not a dragon for you to slay.
(He takes a drag on his cigarette while Sherlock smiles and walks back to his side.)
SHERLOCK: A dragon slayer. Is that what you think of me?
(He turns as he pulls on his own cigarette. They stand side by side with their backs to the cottage.)
MYCROFT (smiling): No. (He looks at his brother.) It’s what you think of yourself.
(The cottage door opens behind them and Mrs Holmes comes out onto the step.)
MRS HOLMES (crossly): Are you two smoking?
(The boys rapidly spin round to face her, frantically holding their cigarettes behind their backs as they look guiltily at her.)
MYCROFT: No!
SHERLOCK (almost simultaneously): It was Mycroft.
(She gives them a suspicious look, then goes back inside and shuts the door. Sherlock – looking every inch the naughty schoolboy who thinks he has got away with being bad and is feeling very smug about it – blows out a long plume of smoke in the direction of the door. Mycroft wanders a few paces towards the door, then slowly turns back again as he speaks.)
MYCROFT: I have, by the way, a job offer I should like you to decline.
SHERLOCK: I decline your kind offer.
MYCROFT: I shall pass on your regrets.
SHERLOCK: What was it?
MYCROFT: MI6 – they want to place you back into Eastern Europe. An undercover assignment that would prove fatal to you in, I think, about six months.
(Sherlock, who had started to raise his cigarette to his lips, lowers it again and looks a little surprised.)
SHERLOCK: Then why don’t you want me to take it?
MYCROFT (turning to look at him): It’s tempting ... but on balance you have more utility closer to home.
SHERLOCK: Utility(!) How do I have utility?
(He takes a drag on his cigarette. Mycroft shrugs slightly.)
MYCROFT: “Here be dragons.”
(He takes a pull on his own cigarette, then holds it up to look at, frowning. He coughs.)
MYCROFT: This isn’t agreeing with me. I’m going in.
(He drops the cigarette onto the path and treads it out, then turns and walks towards the door.)
SHERLOCK: You need low tar. You still smoke like a beginner.
(Mycroft slows down and stops before he reaches the door. He pauses for a moment before speaking.)
MYCROFT (without turning round): Also, your loss would break my heart.
(Sherlock had just started to take a drag on his cigarette and now he chokes and coughs before turning to look at his brother, who still hasn’t turned around.)
SHERLOCK: What the hell am I supposed to say to that?!
MYCROFT (turning round and holding out his arms a little): “Merry Christmas”?
SHERLOCK: You hate Christmas.
MYCROFT (pretending to look puzzled): Yes. (He smiles a little.) Perhaps there was something in the punch.
SHERLOCK: Clearly. Go and have some more.
(Mycroft turns and goes up the steps, opening the door. Sherlock turns away.)

In the sitting room, John and Mary are still locked in a tight hug, swaying a little from side to side.

MARY: So you realise that, er, Sherlock got us out here to see his mum and dad for a reason?
JOHN (smiling): His lovely mum and dad. A fine example of married life. I get that.
(Over his shoulder, Mary holds the fingers of one hand to her forehead, frowning and looking a little unwell.)
JOHN (unaware of this): That is the thing with Sherlock – it’s always the unexpected.
(Mary starts to slump in his grasp.)
JOHN: Oi. (He frowns round to the side of her head.) Oi.
(She slumps more, moaning softly as her arms drop from around him. He takes her weight and moves her back so he can see her face. Her eyes are closed.)
JOHN: Mary? Jesus Christ. Mary?
(He hauls her back towards a nearby armchair.)
JOHN: Sit down.
(He lowers her into the armchair. She is now unconscious. He takes hold of her face.)
JOHN: Mary, can you hear me?
(The door opens and Sherlock briskly walks in a couple of paces.)
SHERLOCK: Don’t drink Mary’s tea.
(He turns and leaves again, grabbing his scarf from the peg as he goes. John stares towards the door, then looks towards his wife again.)
SHERLOCK (loudly): Oh, or the punch.
(In another sitting room next door, a glass is lying overturned on a table and Mr Holmes is lying on his back on the sofa with his eyes closed. Sherlock holds his hand over his father’s nose to check that he’s breathing normally, then continues onwards. John follows him into the room while Sherlock heads into the kitchen, where Mrs Holmes is asleep in the armchair in which Sherlock had previously sat, and Mycroft is slumped on a dining chair with his head on the kitchen table and his eyes closed. The kitchen clock above the door shows that about seven minutes have passed since the earlier scene in the kitchen, so clearly Sherlock’s countdown was absolutely accurate.)
JOHN: Sherlock?
(Sherlock holds the back of his hand to his mother’s nose to check her breathing, then walks past Bill, who is standing nearby, and goes over to the kitchen table.)
JOHN (coming in): Did you just drug my pregnant wife?
SHERLOCK (checking Mycroft’s breathing): Don’t worry. Wiggins is an excellent chemist.
BILL: I calculated your wife’s dose meself. Won’t affect the little one. I’ll keep an eye on ’er.
SHERLOCK (putting on his scarf): He’ll monitor their recovery. It’s more or less his day job.
JOHN (staring at him): What the hell have you done?
(Sherlock looks down reflectively and takes a moment to reply.)
SHERLOCK: ... A deal with the devil.

FLASHBACK. A blurry figure walks in through a door, closes it and then walks forward. At the far end of the room Sherlock is sitting at a small table which has a red tablecloth. He is wearing a hospital gown and has his morphine drip on a stand beside him. On the table in front of him is a plate with a part-finished meal on it. Some penne pasta and what looks like a cherry tomato remain. There is also a glass of water on the table. Sherlock chews and swallows his latest mouthful of food, not looking up as the other person walks closer. We now see that it is Magnussen.
MAGNUSSEN: Shouldn’t you be in hospital?
SHERLOCK (still not looking up): I am in hospital. This is the canteen.
(We get a better view of where they are, and it’s definitely not the hospital canteen. Sherlock has apparently busted out of hospital again, not bothering or unable to get his clothes for the escape, and the two men are in a small restaurant or taverna. There are no other customers and the only member of staff is at the far end by the door. Magnussen looks round the not-canteen.)
MAGNUSSEN: Is it?
SHERLOCK: In my opinion, yes.
(He gestures with his fork to the chair on the other side of the table.)
SHERLOCK: Have a seat.
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.]

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.


On to part 4


Comments 
18th-Jan-2014 05:58 am (UTC)
Thank you so much for this! :)
18th-Jan-2014 07:48 am (UTC)
MYCROFT (offscreen): Oh, dear God, it’s only two o’clock. It’s been Christmas Day for at least a week now.

So... what was that about Sherlock being the resentful one at Christmas dinners? :-)

MRS. HOLMES: Mikey, is this your laptop?
MYCROFT: On which depends the security of the free world, yes ... (he smiles rather sarcastically up at her) ... and you’ve got potatoes on it.
MRS. HOLMES (to Mycroft): Well, you shouldn’t leave it lying around if it’s so important.
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MYCROFT (pretending to look puzzled): Yes. (He smiles a little.) Perhaps there was something in the punch.


Hmm... have the Holmes brothers been plotting again? Or did Mycroft figure it out and just not let Sherlock know he was onto him? I haven't quite decided yet. X-)

MRS. HOLMES (crossly): Are you two smoking?
(The boys rapidly spin round to face her, frantically holding their cigarettes behind their backs as they look guiltily at her.)
MYCROFT: No!
SHERLOCK (almost simultaneously): It was Mycroft.


It's like they're a couple of 12-year-olds... the cuteness going on there is just too much. X-)

MYCROFT (without turning round): Also, your loss would break my heart.

We all knew it... too bad it took "spiked" punch to get him to finally admit it. :-)
18th-Jan-2014 07:57 am (UTC)
Thank you so much for these! There is one small part of this episode that I have listened to over and over and over. I've never been able to figure it out on my own and it would have driven me crazy had I not known this was coming. (The part about mowing the yard.)
24th-Jan-2014 04:37 am (UTC)
Augh yes, three of us did the same thing - I was very happy to find this so we could figure it out too!
18th-Jan-2014 11:06 am (UTC)
*hugs*

*offers pillow* :)
18th-Jan-2014 01:22 pm (UTC)
Not to quibble re Mary's intention's towards Sherlock (b'c I honestly don't believe she meant to kill him) but: [my bolding added]

SHERLOCK: Enough to hospitalise me; not enough to kill me. That wasn’t a miss.
(He smiles slightly.)

SHERLOCK: That was surgery.
(Mary meets his gaze for a moment, then lowers her eyes.)

(...)
SHERLOCK (voiceover): One precisely-calculated shot to incapacitate me ...
(...)
PARAMEDIC: Did somebody call an ambulance? (...)
SHERLOCK: (...) (Breathing heavily and with his left hand still raised, he looks towards the paramedics.) (...)
PARAMEDIC (looking puzzled): We were told there was a shooting. (...)
SHERLOCK: ... but I believe I’m bleeding internally and my pulse is very erratic.
(He puts his hands on the arms of the chair and starts to push himself upwards.)

SHERLOCK: You may need to re-start my heart on the way.

Considering she's supposed to have been a professional, a GOOD one, & one in demand, you'd think that she'd be able to shoot Sherlock in a less critical manner that would NOT leave him flatlining, even w' proper professional intervention; threatening him right after surgery (possibly into coma) considering his fragile state; threatening him w' death after he AGREES to take on her case; and clearly so sick afterwards that mininal activity causes him to bleed internally & a need to re-start his heart. IMO, he wasn't incapacitated, he was as close to death as one can come w'out actually dying.

Outside a red-walled cottage...

Considering the signs of both Mycroft & Sherlock's wealth, combined with their presumptive attitudes towards money & random comments re hirings limos, planes, whathaveyou, I'm going to assume that this cottage is not where the Holmes brothers grew up but the place where they visit on Christmas holidays...

MRS. HOLMES (crossly): Are you two smoking?
(The boys rapidly spin round to face her, frantically holding their cigarettes behind their backs as they look guiltily at her.)

MYCROFT: No!
SHERLOCK (almost simultaneously): It was Mycroft.

I could die of the cuteness!! (And being a younger sibling, I never have to be Mycroft!)

MYCROFT (without turning round): Also, your loss would break my heart.
(Sherlock had just started to take a drag on his cigarette and now he chokes and coughs for a few seconds before turning to look at his brother, who still hasn’t turned around.)

SHERLOCK: What the hell am I supposed to say to that?!

Well, 'ditto' or 'I feel the same' or 'OMG, we're way too sober for this type of conversation!!' come to mind. But considering the incredibly power Mycroft appears to hold over Sherlock & the lovely comments we've heard from him over time: i.e., Caring is not an advantage, Sherlock...; I warned you; don't get involved... Sherlock's response appears right on target.

[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.]

Hee, hee!! *stares into space for a while b'c transcriber has put an image into my head...*

Was going to do the whole Xmas quote as well (b'c that tickled me too, but this is WAY too long & now I'm just transcribing your transcription...

Love how I get to relive everything thru your detailed (and funny) scripts!!

I remain in awe...
9th-Feb-2014 12:04 pm (UTC) - on Mary and John
The scene of Watsons' domestic at 221B trully unsettled me. I am not even sure if I like John any more. Seeing Sherlock struggle through his Mind Palace made me want to throttle Mary, so she had been already not one of my favorites. But this... John is a bloody doctor, Sherlock is shot a week ago (right?), he looks like the death is helping him to stay upright. For God's sake, could they have waited and bring him back to the hospital and have their domestic than?! Suppose, Mary is not that interested in Sherlock's wellbeing, it's not just the shot, she made him pick the coin in the empty house. Nice one, this. But John, can't he see? Sherlock is doing everything possible and not to ensure his happiness and safety. So, if Sherlock died on them, again, could Mr. And Mrs. Psychopath even talk to each other again? You cannot have an argument with a dead body. (Skulls are an exception. ;) )

Same thing in the whole issue of Sherlock's comeback. Everyone are so concerned about John, how he will take it, so it seems Sherlock was on holiday in the two years. What was he supposed to do, if he knew, John had beed watched closely? Sherlock left everything and everyone behind him, was tortured and I don't know what else. "Not good" and hurting feelings is one thing, but again, if John lost his life, what feelings would have helped than? (It calls for a fic, but I am not native in English, so this can become really embarracing. ;) )

One can only applaud the writers that they made the characters so real, that one seriously feels hartred and pain. Sorry to put it on all of you, but I don't think that the "real" people around me will not start to question the state of my mind. You understand, . ;)
10th-Feb-2014 09:35 am (UTC) - Re: on Mary and John
I agree with you about neither Doctor Watson nor Nurse Morstan (presumably she has had some training to masquerade as a nurse at the surgery) noticing how unwell Sherlock looked. Even wrapped up in his shock and grief as he was, John should have been more aware of his friend's condition; and in fact should have dragged Sherlock back to hospital or at least bloody well checked him over even before they went to Leinster Gardens.

As for Sherlock's return: well, we don't know what conversations Sherlock and John have had between The Empty Hearse and The Sign of Three. Maybe they've talked in depth about their experiences in the two years they were apart. Certainly John considers Sherlock his best friend by the time of the wedding, and I think he would be unlikely to feel that way if Sherlock hadn't told him something about why he staged the Fall and what he had been through since then.
18th-Jan-2014 04:48 pm (UTC) - The Dynamics of Combustion
Anonymous
Thank you so much for your wonderful work! Dynamics of Combustion is physics, particularly thermodynamics. Why then a mathematician? I've presumed that their tabloid lapsi might be a petty revenge, but now I tend to agree with Ariane that those responsible for this kind of things in the Sherlock crew just do not do their job. Maybe there is an actual book by certain M.L. Holmes, but I failed to find it either online or in the Library of Congress.
18th-Jan-2014 05:06 pm (UTC)
Is "the Clarence House cannibal" a joke about the Queen Mother? She was supposed to be a gambler, though apparently her racing manager said it was a myth. It's a dozen years since she died, so the most famous woman currently resident in Clarence House is the Duchess of Cornwall.
18th-Jan-2014 09:07 pm (UTC)
Well, the Doctor Who episode Tooth and Claw suggested that some members of the Royal Family are werewolves, so I don't have a problem with your suggestion about the Queen Mum being a cannibal! ;-)
18th-Jan-2014 07:21 pm (UTC)
Thank you so, so much for this! You are my favourite person at the internet at the moment! :)
20th-Jan-2014 11:41 am (UTC) - Morphine
Anonymous
Hi there - I was actually looking for your transcripts to series 3 and am absolutely thrilled you´ve already done the work! Thanks a lot - it clarifies things a lot. Even if one has seen the films, your description of the expressions etc. is accurate and enlightening. Well done, again!

Just a short note: when Sherlock, John and Mary get back to the flat, and Sherlock asks Mrs. Hudson for morphine, I think it´s actually "I´ve run out of stock" instead of "I´ve run out".

Take care!
5th-Feb-2014 06:51 pm (UTC)
Anonymous
Just a detail. Feel free to delete this comment. :)

The (ingeniously funny) Christmas scene:
I think it's potato skin on the chopping board/national security laptop. Not grated potatoes.
Some of it was carelessly dropped onto the table. Also, something that looks like a peeler is on the right side of that board, so i believe Mycroft's little piece of electronic equipment simply got in the way of Mom's Christmas preparations - waste and compost included. She just doesn't care. xD

Great effort. Thank you for the only complete transcripts of this series out there. Extremely valuable to anyone who is not entirely familiar with various British accents and their slang and can't watch the series with subs.
5th-Feb-2014 08:06 pm (UTC)
*adopts tetchy Sherlock voice*

"Potato peelings! There's always something!"

You know, I looked at them for ages and decided they were too symmetrical to be peelings, which is why I thought they were grated potato, though I did wonder why they'd be having grated potato as part of Christmas dinner, because it's not traditional. But now I look again, I think you're right, and have edited accordingly. Thanks!
10th-Apr-2014 06:08 pm (UTC) - The doctor's wife must be a little bit bored by now
Is this a clever reference to Flaubert's "Madame Bovary"?
19th-Apr-2014 08:19 pm (UTC)
I love this part of the ep. esp. the showdown at The Empty House. I love your Sherlock!John avatar too.

Thanks for your efforts here ^__^
26th-Dec-2014 02:53 am (UTC) - Part 3 of transcript
Hi Callie, as always: great job!!!

I have found a sentence in the middle of Part 3, which I don't understand:

SHERLOCK (offscreen for the first part of the sentence, now taking a painful breath every few words): ... you calculated ... that Magnussen ... would use the fact of your involvement rather than sharing the information with the police ... as is his M.O.

M.O.? What does that mean?
Or could it be he said "ammo", as in ammunition?

Thanks!
29th-Dec-2014 07:44 pm (UTC) - Re: Part 3 of transcript
Anonymous
M.O. = method of operation. Ie, Sherlock deduced that Mary calculated that Magnussen would keep Mary's actions a secret because it benefited Magnussen more to hold that information as a pressure point on her than to have the police arrest her. Holding secrets and using them against people is Magnussen's standard operating procedure.
18th-May-2015 06:37 pm (UTC) - Mister Sawjoy investigating
Anonymous
FLASHBACK. A blurry figure walks in through a door, closes it and then walks forward. At the far end of the room Sherlock is sitting at a small table which has a red tablecloth. He is wearing a hospital gown and has his morphine drip on a stand beside him. On the table in front of him is a plate with a part-finished meal on it. Some penne pasta and what looks like a cherry tomato remain. There is also a glass of water on the table. Sherlock chews and swallows his latest mouthful of food, not looking up as the other person walks closer. We now see that it is Magnussen.
MAGNUSSEN: Shouldn’t you be in hospital?
SHERLOCK (still not looking up): I am in hospital. This is the canteen.
(We get a better view of where they are, and it’s definitely not the hospital canteen. Sherlock has apparently busted out of hospital again, not bothering or unable to get his clothes for the escape, and the two men are in a small restaurant or taverna. There are no other customers and the only member of staff is at the far end by the door. Magnussen looks round the not-canteen.)

What if it's the canteen of CAM Headquarters? Would be a nice mirroring of the 'This is my office' bit and doesn't even seem too far-fetched since the canteen is mentioned earlier on in the episode (as the furthest place in the building accessible with a normal card).

Anyway, just discovered this page today and it IS simply stunning how much dedication there is in your work. You don't get paid for that, do you? Because that would be an awesome way to make one's living. Seriously, thumbs up and hope that you will keep up the amazing work with the upcoming special and Season 4.

19th-May-2015 08:17 am (UTC) - Re: Mister Sawjoy investigating
I think it's unlikely that it's a canteen in CAM Towers. It's too small for the number of staff that must work in that tower block, and it looks more like an ordinary restaurant.

I wish I were paid for writing these transcripts! About a year ago I became a freelance transcriber on top of my usual job, and the company has only offered me two jobs so far, and the pay is rubbish - lower than the national minimum wage! So sadly I will never get rich doing the work I enjoy.
3rd-Oct-2015 07:52 am (UTC) - regarding John's state of mind (not noticing Sherlock's condition in 221B)
Anonymous
Mention was made of how unlikely it was for John not to notice Sherlock's condition getting worse while in 221B. Actually, I think it's possible given that John is very much human, not heartless but human.

First - He would have been very concerned about Sherlock's condition earlier, but presumably Sherlock would have negated his natural instinct to set up the meeting with Mary.

Second - He would have wondered what was going on with his wife and Sherlock.

Third - He would have been naturally surprised, shocked, and worried when she brought out her weapon and shot the coin.

Fourth - Martin Freeman does 'Angry John very well' - The look of fury is classic!

Fifth - At 221B, John's sense of betrayal is even greater than when he discovered that Sherlock was alive - add the Mary factor - and it is a wonder that John doesn't have the medical problem.

Sixth - The pain evident in the phrase 'She wasn't supposed to be like that . . .' or at least that's how I heard it - and the continuing scene to the arrival of the paramedics indicate to me that John isn't thinking really at all, but reacting like a human being would to being betrayed.

Doctors are after all just human beings . . .
30th-Jun-2016 08:02 pm (UTC) - HLV
Anonymous
Fascinating as ever, thank you Callie;Just a few points.

When Sherlock is shot and is hurtling down the stairs, there is blood coming down his sleeve onto the back of one hand.

Mrs Hudson's maiden name is listed as Sissons. Could this be a nod to the late and much loved writer and scriptwriter Rosemary Anne Sissons?

Re comment on the size of Mr and Mrs Holmes's house: it is pretty large to me, but could be a typical bit of age related downsizing, which would make sense.

Sherlock's comment being biding, not buying time. The old phrase is indeed 'biding your time.' My dictionary defines 'bide' as 'await best opportunity' which fits precisely and suits Sherlock's often old fashioned and elegant turn of phrase.

In that emotionally devastating scene in 221B, when John says Sherlock and Mary should be married, Sherlock makes a low 'hmmmn' sound, which is heart tearing as well as physically and emotionally painful.

The scene when Sherlock is on morphine and pasta is a puzzle. It looks to me like the inside of Speedy's, but cannot really be in actuality. I read it as imperfectly remembered by Sherlock because of the high levels of morphine he is on. There is a very connected body language between Sherlock and Magnusson throughout, and with the very creepy and homoerotic deleted scene also, there are clearly meetings between the two we do not see on screen.Therefore the scene actually took place at the hospital, but Sherlock recalls it is if it took place somewhere he feels safe - Speedys .Because there really is nowhere Sherlock could be waltzing along a street to a cafe in a hospital gown and pushing his drip stand with him.

Thank you for all your work Callie; I also love your asides, and will be forever giggling at the image of you falling off your chair after seven minutes of intense transcribing! Bless!


7th-Jul-2016 08:34 am (UTC) - Re: HLV
When Sherlock is shot and is hurtling down the stairs, there is blood coming down his sleeve onto the back of one hand.

Interesting. I'd never noticed that before, but it does look like it, doesn't it? I don't see how it makes sense, though. Why would blood be running down his left arm?

The old phrase is indeed 'biding your time.'

I did not know that! Thank you for new information!

when John says Sherlock and Mary should be married, Sherlock makes a low 'hmmmn' sound

I've re-listened a few times to that moment, and I'm not hearing it. Just before John says, "Look at you two," he lets out a low growl which I've currently voiced as an "Ohh," but I'm not hearing anything from Sherlock.

It looks to me like the inside of Speedy's

It doesn't to me. It's very obviously a different place.

with the very creepy and homoerotic deleted scene also, there are clearly meetings between the two we do not see on screen.

That's your opinion. The deleted scene was deleted and therefore didn't take place, and there's no evidence within the episode of any other meetings between Sherlock and Magnussen.

there really is nowhere Sherlock could be waltzing along a street to a cafe in a hospital gown and pushing his drip stand with him.

I can immediately imagine Sherlock calling in Wiggins to help smuggle him out of the hospital, and getting him to the restaurant with a coat covering him. Presumably Sherlock chose not to dress properly during his meeting so that he would appear weak. Magnussen would feel more powerful and would therefore be more likely to do the deal with him.

Thank you for all your work Callie

With the exception of close friends, you're the only other person who's ever addressed me as Callie in this context. Do we know each other? (I'm not objecting to the use of that name, by the way, just curious!)



6th-Jul-2016 06:33 am (UTC)
Anonymous
Awesome thx so much! Mycroft says " here -there- be dragons " btw
6th-Jul-2016 08:32 am (UTC)
I don't think that he does. To me it sounds like, "Here be dragons," which is why I wrote that.
15th-Sep-2016 02:08 pm (UTC) - Christmas Day exit
Anonymous
When Sherlock and John are preparing to leave the house after Mary and the parents are unconcious, it is clear that Sherlock places the sensitive back of his hand across the mouths of both parents and Mycroft to make sure they are all breathing deeply and properly. It is a gesture of concern that should not be missed and referred to in the notes I think. It really does indicate his worry over what he is about to do, and his concern for his family - even Mycroft.
16th-Sep-2016 08:25 am (UTC) - Re: Christmas Day exit
I'm not sure how much extra detail you expect me to add. I said:

"Sherlock holds his hand over his father’s nose to check that he’s breathing normally";
"Sherlock holds the back of his hand to his mother’s nose to check her breathing"; and
"checking Mycroft’s breathing"

It's not for me, as transcriber, to interpret the level of Sherlock's concern and, indeed, nobody but Sherlock (or the scriptwriter) knows whether Sherlock is genuinely concerned or simply doesn't want anybody to die as a result of him and Wiggins drugging them.

As for Sherlock's 'worry over what he is about to do,' how is this indicated by him checking that his family is uninjured by the drugs?

Edited at 2016-09-16 09:40 am (UTC)
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