Molly In Bloom

She's The One

Who like all our pretty songs

And she likes to sing along

And she likes to shoot her gun

But she don't know what it means

Don't know what it means

And I say ‘Yeah...’

Molly Bloom :

Dad? 

You all right? 

Sorry about that. Sorry. 

Professor Bloom :

How's it going? 

Molly Bloom :

What are you doing in New York? How'd you know I was at the skating rink? 

Professor Bloom :

I'm a Doctor of The Mind. 

Molly Bloom :

Oh, Dad. 

Professor Bloom :

I'm here in New York because that's where you are. 

I called your mom at the hotel and she said you were here. 

Listen, it's not a big deal, but from what I saw out there, I think you're having a small breakdown. 

That's weird. 

Molly Bloom :

I can't think of why. 

Professor Bloom :

Probably because of the arrest and not knowing what's going to happen next. 

Molly Bloom :

Old Man, do you really not recognize sarcasm? 

Professor Bloom :

Do you? 

Here, drink this. 

Molly Bloom :

I'm an alcoholic, I can't drink but thanks for remembering.

Professor Bloom :

It's hot chocolate. 

Okay. 

Professor Bloom :

And for diagnostic purposes, 

Do you think that we're on a cocktail lounge right now? 

You seeing waiters with trays of champagne? 

I want to check your pulse. 

Molly Bloom :

Have you found a pulse? 

Professor Bloom :

Yeah, just admiring my watch. 

Molly Bloom :

I can see you're getting warmed up but I really don't have the emotional bandwidth to defend my "as usual irresponsible behavior." 

Professor Bloom :

I know, I got your e-mail. 

I get that I'm not welcome in your life right now as Your Father though you should know 

I could give a shit if I'm welcome or not.

But I'm not here in my capacity as Your Father. 

I'm indifferent to whether Your Father lives or dies. 

I'm a very expensive therapist and I'm here to give you one free session. 

Molly Bloom :

You think what I need right now is a therapist? 

Professor Bloom :

Yeah. 

Molly Bloom :

I have to be back at my lawyer's office soon. 

Professor Bloom :

Do you like your lawyer? 

Molly Bloom :

I wasn't asking for money when I called you, Dad. 

I just needed My Dad. 

God forbid you part with a nickel. 

Professor Bloom :

Yeah, Tiny Tim, you grew up on a lake and you've skied all over the world, were those work houses tough? 

Molly Bloom :

I gotta go. 

Professor Bloom :

Molly.

Molly Bloom :

I gotta go. 

Professor Bloom :

Molly, sit the fuck down! 

All right, we're gonna do three years of therapy in three minutes. 

Molly Bloom :

How? 

Professor Bloom :

I'm gonna do what patients have been begging therapists to do for a hundred years, 

I'm just gonna give you The Answers. 

Molly Bloom :

To what? 

Professor Bloom :

Well, let's start with this -

Why does a young woman who, at 22, has a gold-plated resume, why does she run poker games? 

Molly Bloom :

Why did I choose to make a ton of money? 

That's a head scratcher. 

Professor Bloom :

You were gonna be a success at anything you wanted, you know it. 

If you'd gone to law school you'd have you'd have owned the law firm right now. 

Professor Bloom :

Why did you do... 

The Other Thing instead? 

Molly Bloom :

I don't know. 

Drugs. 

Professor Bloom :

You didn't start with the drugs until the end. 

They weren't The Problem, 

they were The Medicine. 

It was so you could control Powerful Men. 

Your addiction was having power over Powerful Men. 

Molly Bloom :

Is that what you really think? 

Professor Bloom :

No. I know it for sure. 

You've now completed your first year of therapy. 

Molly Bloom :

I saw an opportunity, 

it wasn't about you. 

Professor Bloom :

Nah, it wasn't just about me. 

Molly Bloom :

It wasn't at all about you.

Professor Bloom :

It was. 

Second year, second question. 

Molly Bloom :

Do you think you were a good husband? 

Professor Bloom :

What do you care? 

Molly Bloom :

I care, because you were married to my mother. 

I care because My Father's an asshole. 

Professor Bloom :

Congratulations, you've completed Year Two. 

And for The Record : —

Your Father raised three kids on a college professor's salary.

 

One of them is a two-time Olympian, a sixth round draft pick of the Philadelphia Eagles and a leading philanthropist.

 

The other is a cardiothorasic surgeon at Mass General 

and 

The Third managed to build a multi-million dollar business using not much more than her wits. 

Molly Bloom :

I'm about to plead Guilty in federal court. 

Professor Bloom :

Well, Nobody's Perfect.

 

The Point is I did a few things right.

 

Last Question. 

Molly Bloom :

No, I have to go. 

Professor Bloom :

Last question, Mol. 

I'll answer it but you have to ask it. 

You have... to ask it. 

Molly Bloom :

Why didn't you like me as much as my brothers? 

Professor Bloom :

There it is. 

I did. It only from time to time appeared that I didn't. 

Molly Bloom :

It only appeared that you didn't? 

Professor Bloom :

Yeah. 

Molly Bloom :

That is some Schedule 1 bullshit. 

Why would--

it only appeared-- 

Why would-- 

Okay, I had an attitude problem. 

I talked back. 

I broke some normal adolescent rules. 

I snuck phone time after curfew, 

I took your car when I wasn't allowed to-- 

And drove it into a McDonald's. 

And kids get punished for that, but they don't-- 

Professor Bloom :

Did I not say the McDonald's? 

I mean, did you misunderstand what drive-thru meant? 

Molly Bloom :

You turned into a different person, your voice, your face. 

Professor Bloom :

It's because I knew you knew. 

Molly Bloom :

I didn't hear what you said. 

Professor Bloom :

I said I knew you knew. 

Molly Bloom :

You knew I knew what? 

Professor Bloom :

What do you uh, think about the following concepts? 

Just gonna run 'em by you. 

‘Marriage.’ 

Molly Bloom :

It is a trap. 

Professor Bloom :

That I was cheating on Mom. 

I knew you knew. 

‘Society’ 

Molly Bloom :

It is a joke. 

Molly Bloom :

No, I didn't know unt-- until I was 20. 

Professor Bloom :

‘People.’ 

Molly Bloom :

I don't trust people. 

Professor Bloom :

No, you'd known since you were five. 

You saw me in my car and you really didn't know what you saw. 

Molly Bloom :

I don't have any heroes. 

Professor Bloom :

You knew, honey. 

And I knew you knew, and that's...

 

That's how I reacted to the shame. 

And you reacted by showing seething contempt for me, by driving my car into a McDonald's 

Molly Bloom :

And wanting to have power over Powerful Men? 

Professor Bloom :

No. That was a red herring just to make you mad. 

Molly Bloom :

You're such an-- 

Professor Bloom :

You tripped over a stick. Okay? 

Twelve years ago you tripped over a stick. 

It was a one-in-a-million thing. 

You tripped over a stick.

 

That's what you did wrong. 

There's your session. 

It's funny how much faster you can go when you're not charging by the hour.

I'm Your Father. 

Trying to comprehend how much I love you would be like trying to visualize the size of the universe. 

I didn't know you got beaten up until I read it in your book. 

It was a hell of a way to learn about it.

You should know that I'm hiring someone to find the guy who did it then I'm hiring someone to kill him. 

Molly Bloom :

Don't even joke about that. 

Professor Bloom :

I'm not. 

Molly Bloom :

It wasn't a purse snatcher, Dad, it was the mafia. 

Professor Bloom :

I don't care if it's the leader of Hamas.

Someone put their hands on you. 

They're gonna suffer. 

Molly Bloom :

Dad, I'm fine. 

Professor Bloom :

No, they're gonna suffer. 

Molly Bloom :

Dad, I'm all right. 

Professor Bloom :

No. They're gonna suf-- 

Molly Bloom :

Really, I'm fine.

MOLLY

A survey was taken a few years ago that asked 300 professionals one question: 

"What's the worst thing that can happen in sports?" 

Some people answered losing a Game 7. 

‘ He scores! Bruins win in seven games! ’

And other people said getting swept in four.

Some people said it was missing the World Cup. 

‘Guatemala is eliminated!’ 

And some Brazilians said it was losing to Argentina. 

Not just in the World Cup-- anytime, ever, in any contest. 

But one person answered that the worst thing that can happen in sports was fourth place at the Olympics. 

This is a True Story, 

but except for my own, I've changed all the names and I've done my best to obscure identities for reasons that'll become clear. 

I'm Molly Bloom and right now, I'm ranked third in North America in Women's Moguls. 

I grew up in Loveland, Colorado about two hours north of Denver. 

I have a BA in Political Science from the University of Colorado where I graduated Summa Cum Laude with a 3.9 GPA. 

The median L-SAT score at Harvard Law School is 169. 

My score: 173. 

Number 87 up. 

56 on deck. 

I've spent 16 years chasing winter and being coached by the best in The World. 

Sundays were for working out with my father. 

‘Something's really wrong.’ 

When I was 12 years old, for no particular reason, my back exploded. 

‘Tough it out.’

Good advice. 

‘And lose the attitude.’

 Less than ten minutes later, I was in the back of an ambulance. 

I had what's called rapid onset scoliosis. 

My spine was curved at 63 degrees and I'd need a 7-hour surgical procedure that involved straightening my spine, extracting bone from my hip, fusing 11 vertebrae together and fastening steel rods to the fused segments. 

She's gonna be fine. 

I wouldn't let her ski anymore. 

“Definitely not moguls. 

And obviously, skiing competitively is out of The Question.” 

Oh, I know. 

I was on skis again in a year, running moguls in 18 months and by my 20th birthday, I'd made the U.S. Ski Team. 

It's the last round of qualifying for the Salt Lake City Olympics. 

This is the Champion Run at Deer Valley. 

The altitude's 8,100 feet and the pitch is 52 degrees which is the same as the sides of the Great Pyramid. 

The wind's 20-25 miles an hour blowing left to right. 

It's three-below zero at the top of the slope and with 17 skiers in front of me, it's gonna be like trying to stick a landing on a frozen infinity pool.

Kiki blew out of her line. Shannon was off-balance on her second landing. 

He's talking about Kiki Bandy and Shannon Keebler, my two toughest competitors who had significant point deductions on their final runs. 

I can make the Olympic team right now. 

Go get it. 

And if I had three perfect runs in Salt Lake... 

The best runs of my life... 

I can beat the Austrians and the Swiss and have a realistic shot at the podium. 

Then law school and then a start-up. 

A foundation that seeds entrepreneurial women. 

My father's at the bottom of the slope telepathically telling me to check my line. 

“Check your line.”

I check my line.”

“Competitor ready.” 

Good snow contact, calm upper-body, legs together, good shape, no line deviation, set up for the D-Spin, and... stick the landing. 

Now two things you need to know before the second trick which'll be a 720. 

The first is that when visibility is bad the way it is now, race officials toss pine boughs on the course so the skiers have some foreground depth reference. 

The second is that the tightness of your bindings is determined by what's called a DIN setting. 

If you're a beginner, your DIN setting is probably a two or three. 

If you're an experienced weekend skier, it's probably seven or eight.

 Mine's 15. My boots are basically welded to my skis. 

Right...so how does this happen? 

It happened because I hit a pine bough that had become frozen in the snow. 

And I hit it so precisely that it simply snapped the release of my bindings. 

Right in that moment, I didn't have time to calculate the odds of that happening because I was about to land pretty hard on my digitally remastered spinal cord which is being held together by spare parts from an Erector Set. 

“Back up! Back up! Move!

Watch out! 

Give her room! 

That way, move! 

None of this has anything to do with poker. 

I'm only mentioning it because I wanted to say to whoever answered that the worst thing that could happen in sports was fourth place at the Olympics... 

Seriously, Fuck You.

Today We Have To Be Soldiers

Listen to your Gut - 
Even though your gut has shit for brains.


Listen to your Heart - 
You will find there's nothing left to Sacrifice. 
You can't tell me it's not worth fighting for; 
You can't tell me, it's not worth dying for.



Listen to your Head - 
It notices EVERYTHING.

And never fall out of Grace with your Self.

When I Find My Self in Times of Trouble,

Mother-Mary Comes to Me


P.S.

I know You Two

And if I’m gone, I know what you could become.

... because I know who you really are.

A junkie who solves crimes to get high ...

 ... and The Doctor who never came home from the war.

Well, you listen to me: 

Who You Really Are,

It Doesn’t Matter.

It’s all about 

The Legend 

The Stories 

The Adventures.

There is a Last Refuge for 

The Desperate 

The Unloved

The Persecuted

There is a Final Court of Appeal for everyone.

When life gets 

Too Strange

Too Impossible

Too Frightening, 

There is always One Last Hope.

When all else fails ...

... there are two men sitting arguing in a scruffy flat ...
 ... like they’ve always been there ...

 ... and they always will.

The Best and Wisest Men I have ever known.

My Baker Street boys.

 Sherlock Holmes 

and 

Doctor Watson.

SHERLOCK (reassuringly): I’m here, Eurus.
(Still wearing the clothes she wore in Sherrinford, Eurus is sitting on the floor with her knees drawn up in front of her and her hands wrapped around them. Her eyes are closed.
The footage of the girl on the plane goes into fast reverse back through all the scenes we’ve seen of her until she’s back in her seat, looking uneasily out of the window. The footage rapidly reverses even further and slows down to the very first moment where, in reverse of what we first saw, we see a close-up of her eye closing.
Flashback of young Eurus running around the beach with her toy aeroplane.
In her bedroom, adult Eurus keeps her eyes closed and speaks with a child-like voice.)
EURUS: You’re playing with me, Sherlock. We’re playing the game.
SHERLOCK: The game, yes. I get it now. (He steps closer to her.) The song was never a set of directions.
EURUS (her eyes still closed and her voice child-like and frightened): I’m in the plane, and I’m going to crash.
(Sherlock crouches down in front of her.)
EURUS (child-like): And you’re going to save me.
SHERLOCK: Look how brilliant you are. Your mind has created the perfect metaphor. You’re high above us, all alone in the sky, and you understand everything except how to land. (He shifts round and sits down in front of her, breathless and anxious.) Now, I’m just an idiot, but I’m on the ground. (He reaches out and puts his fingers onto her hands.) I can bring you home.
EURUS (her eyes still closed, plaintively): No.
(Her voice reverts to its adult tone.)
EURUS: No, no. (She shivers.) It’s too late now.
SHERLOCK (shifting closer to her and lowering his hand): No it’s not. It’s not too late.
(She cries, her eyes screwed tight and her face twisted with fear.)
EURUS: Every time I close my eyes, I’m on the plane. I’m lost, lost in the sky and ... no-one can hear me.
(She pulls her knees closer to herself, crying silently. Sherlock reaches out and gently puts his hand onto hers again.)
SHERLOCK (in a whisper): Open your eyes. I’m here.
(She opens her eyes and slowly raises her head.)
SHERLOCK (in a whisper): You’re not lost any more.
(He shifts even closer and reaches out to embrace her. She shuffles forward and wraps her arms around him and they hug each other tightly while she cries.)
SHERLOCK (softly, stroking her hair): Now, you ... you just ... you just went the wrong way last time, that’s all. (His voice becomes tearful.) This time, get it right. (Still softly but more clearly) Tell me how to save my friend.
(In the well, John groans with the effort of trying to keep his head above the water.
In the bedroom Sherlock pulls back a little.)
SHERLOCK: Eurus ...
(He cradles his sister’s head with one hand and gazes pleadingly into her eyes.)
SHERLOCK: Help me save John Watson.
(She stares at him, trembling and tearful as he gently strokes her hair.
In the well, John grimaces and then groans, tilting his chin up out of the water as he strains with the effort of trying to pull the chains free. Then a light shines down onto him from the top of the well and a rope is thrown down to him. Gasping with relief, he takes hold of it.)
[Your transcriber butts in here – sorry for the interruption – to frown sternly at the many people online who bitched about what possible use the rope could be and asked snidely whether John was about to rip off his feet and climb up the rope. Even on first viewing it seemed obvious to me that (1) someone was then going to climb down the rope with a bloody great set of bolt cutters and (2) John grabbed the rope because he now had some support to pull himself up just a little – i.e. to the full extent of the chains – and keep above the water until his rescuer arrived. Anyway, moving on ...]

Later, Eurus is being led away from the house by two police officers. She still looks tearful. Police cars and vans are parked all around and a helicopter’s rotors can be heard nearby. Some distance away, Sherlock watches her. John is beside him, wrapped in a grey blanket. Greg walks over to them.
LESTRADE: I just spoke to your brother.
SHERLOCK (as he and John turn to him): How is he?
LESTRADE: He’s a bit shaken up, that’s all. She didn’t hurt him; she just locked him in her old cell.
JOHN: What goes around comes around.
LESTRADE: Yeah. Give me a moment, boys.
(He starts to walk past them but turns back when Sherlock speaks quietly.)
SHERLOCK: Oh, um. Mycroft – make sure he’s looked after. He’s not as strong as he thinks he is.
LESTRADE (nodding): Yeah, I’ll take care of it.
(He turns to walk away again, while Mystrade fans squee so loudly that nearby dogs cower and cover their ears with their paws.)
SHERLOCK: Thanks, Greg.
(John, who has been huddling into his blanket, lifts his head and Greg turns back again and looks at him in surprise before walking away.
Eurus has been loaded into a reinforced cell inside one of the police vans. She sits on a side bench as a police officer closes the door.)
LESTRADE (to a nearby male police officer): The helicopter ready?
POLICE OFFICER: Mm-hm.
LESTRADE: Let’s move her, then.
(The officer nods in the direction of Sherlock.)
POLICE OFFICER: Is that him, sir? Sherlock Holmes?
(Greg looks back to where Sherlock has turned to face John, who looks round at him.)
LESTRADE: Fan, are you?
POLICE OFFICER: Well, he’s a great man, sir.
LESTRADE: No, he’s better than that. (He looks towards Sherlock for a moment.) He’s a good one.
[Your transcriber bursts into tears.]
(The two officers look towards our boys for a little longer, then turn and walk away.)
JOHN (quietly to Sherlock): You okay?
SHERLOCK (quietly, thoughtfully): I said I’d bring her home. I can’t, can I?
JOHN: Well, you gave her what she was looking for: context.
SHERLOCK (looking round at him): Is that good?
JOHN: It’s not good, it’s not bad. It’s ...
(He looks away and screws up his face, searching for the right words, then turns back to his friend.)
JOHN: It is what it is.

MRS HOLMES (offscreen, sounding shocked): Alive?! For all these years?
(She and her husband are in Mycroft’s Diogenes office. Mycroft sits behind his desk and his father is sitting on a chair on the other side while Mrs Holmes stands at the other end of the desk staring in shock at her oldest son. Her younger son is standing at the far end of the room leaning against the closed office door with his arms folded and his head lowered.)
MRS HOLMES (to Mycroft): How is that even possible?!
MYCROFT: What Uncle Rudy began ... (he hesitates slightly, his eyes lowered) ... I thought it best to continue.
MRS HOLMES (angrily): I’m not asking how you did it, idiot boy, I’m asking how could you?
MYCROFT: I was trying to be kind.
(He raises his eyes to hers at the end of his sentence.)
MRS HOLMES: Kind?! (She gasps in a pained breath.) Kind? (She becomes tearful as she continues.) You told us that our daughter was dead.
MYCROFT: Better that than tell you what she had become.
(She stares at him wide-eyed.)
MYCROFT: I’m sorry.
(His father stands up and leans his hands on the table.)
MR HOLMES: Whatever she became, whatever she is now, Mycroft ...
(Cut-away of a helicopter flying towards Sherrinford Island.)
MR HOLMES (offscreen): ... she remains our daughter.
MYCROFT: And my sister.
MRS HOLMES: Then you should have done better.
SHERLOCK (quietly): He did his best.
MRS HOLMES: Then he’s very limited.
(Mycroft looks towards his brother, unable to meet his parents’ eyes.)
MR HOLMES: Where is she?
(Cut-away of the helicopter coming in to land on the beach of the island.)
MYCROFT: Back in Sherrinford; secure, this time. (He looks at his father.) People have died.
(Sherlock gets out of the helicopter, carrying a holdall, and walks away across the beach.)
MYCROFT (offscreen): Without doubt she will kill again if she has the opportunity. There’s no possibility she’ll ever be able to leave.
(Mr Holmes has straightened up a little but now leans down again and speaks firmly.)
MR HOLMES: When can we see her?
(Mycroft looks at him.
At Sherrinford, Sherlock comes out of the lift on the upper level of the Control Room and trots down the stairs.)
MYCROFT (offscreen): There’s no point.
MRS HOLMES (upset): How dare you say that?
MYCROFT (closing his eyes and speaking more firmly): She won’t talk. She won’t communicate with anyone in any way.
(At Sherrinford, Sherlock swipes a card through a card reader and the door in front of him opens. He walks through.)
MYCROFT: She has passed beyond our view.
(Still leaning against Mycroft’s office door, Sherlock gazes down at the floor in front of him.)
MYCROFT (looking at his mother): There are no words that can reach her now.
(She turns to look at her other son.
At Sherrinford, Sherlock walks out of another lift.)
MRS HOLMES (offscreen): Sherlock.
(In Mycroft’s office, Sherlock raises his head.
At Sherrinford, he walks along the long corridor towards the Secure Unit.
In the office, Mrs Holmes shrugs questioningly at Sherlock.)
MRS HOLMES: Well?
(At Sherrinford, Sherlock stops at the end of the corridor and the lights on the scanner above his head begin to oscillate back and forth.)
MRS HOLMES (offscreen): You were always the grown-up.
(Mycroft raises his head a little and looks towards his brother.)
MRS HOLMES (offscreen): What do we do now?
(Sherlock turns his head away slightly, looking thoughtful.
At Sherrinford, the lift door at the front of Eurus’ cell slides open and Sherlock, having presumably left his coat upstairs, walks out. He walks a few paces forward, looking at his sister inside the glass-walled cell. Her face is turned away from him and she doesn’t react to the sound of his footsteps. He bends down and puts the holdall on the floor. Behind him the lift door closes and the green lights in the room turn white. Sitting on the seat at the side of the room, she still doesn’t react. Sherlock unzips the bag and then stands up holding his violin and bow. He plucks at the strings and Eurus blinks. Once he’s sure the violin is tuned properly, he lifts his bow and plays a simple tune. He stops at the end of the first phrase and lifts his bow a little, looking towards Eurus. She doesn’t respond or move in any way.
In the burnt-out living room of 221B Baker Street, Sherlock – in shirt and trousers – walks across the floor, stepping over the ruined books and debris. The sound of him playing the same tune in Eurus’ cell can be heard offscreen as he starts it again and this time continues the tune. In 221B he picks up a random item from the floor, then walks across to where the skull which is usually on the wall between the windows is lying on the burnt rug. John turns around from where he’s standing near the fireplace and holds up what he’s just found – the earphones which usually adorn the skull’s head. Sherlock lifts the skull so that John can put the earphones back onto it and then loop the cable over the top. Sherlock turns away with it and looks for somewhere to put it.
In the cell Sherlock continues playing. After a while, Eurus stands up and turns to face him. Sherlock stops playing, and the two of them look at each other for a long while.
In 221B Sherlock, still holding the skull and headphones, lifts his overturned chair with the other hand and sets it upright. As he gazes upwards, the violin starts up again offscreen.
A helicopter heads towards Sherrinford Island again and, in the cell, Sherlock plays on. Eurus stands silently, watching him with a trace of interest on her face.
In 221B Sherlock picks up one of the dining chairs and sets it on its feet. John is over near the right-hand window.
Sherlock gets out of the helicopter again on the beach at Sherrinford with his holdall in one hand. We start to realise that he is making repeated visits to play to his sister.
In the cell, while he continues to play, Eurus picks up her own violin and bow and walks towards the glass wall. Sherlock stops in mid-phrase. She puts the violin to her chin. Sherlock watches her, and she begins to play the same piece from the beginning. The sound from her violin is richer – either she’s a better player or she has her Strad back. Or possibly it’s a bit of both because she plays the first phrase with more flair than her brother, running the notes together differently at one point. Sherlock blinks rapidly as she ends the phrase and stops, lowering her bow. He lifts his own bow and plays the phrase again, still using his own interpretation of the notes.
While the music continues offscreen, John is standing in his own living room sorting through his mail. He stops when he gets to a white padded envelope sent by Special Delivery.
Shortly afterwards he walks aimlessly around the room while he speaks into his phone.)
JOHN: Uh, yeah, I-I think you’d better get round here.
(In his other hand he is holding what he found in the envelope. Inside a clear plastic wallet is a white DVD. Handwritten on the disc are the words “MISS YOU”.
In the cell, Eurus closes her eyes and begins to play the tune again but this time Sherlock joins in with a counterpart. They stand either side of the glass, harmonising with each other.
At John’s home, the disc slides into the DVD player. Sherlock has now arrived and stands near the sofa, still wearing his coat, while John sits down. They look at each other for a moment, then Sherlock turns away to look towards the TV while John lifts the remote control and starts the playback. Mary’s face smiles at them from the screen. Sherlock blinks and John stares at the TV in surprise, his mouth falling open a little.)
MARY: P.S.
(As the music from the violin duet continues, Sherlock again walks along the corridor towards the Special Unit.)
MARY (voiceover initially, then on the screen): I know you two; and if I’m gone, I know what you could become.
(Sherlock turns to look down at John. John smiles briefly at the screen, his eyes full of tears, and Sherlock turns back to the TV as Mary continues.)
MARY (voiceover): ... because I know who you really are.
(Flashback to our very first sight of Sherlock all those years ago, his face upside down on the screen as he unzips a body bag and looks inside.)
MARY (voiceover): A junkie who solves crimes to get high ...
(In the flashback Sherlock looks down at the body and wrinkles his nose a little as he sniffs.
Flashback to our very first sight of John, jolting up in bed in his lonely bedsit after his latest nightmare.)
MARY (voiceover): ... and the doctor who never came home from the war.
(Sherlock walks to the door of the Secure Unit and swipes his card through the reader.
In the cell, the siblings’ duet becomes more complicated and intricate.)
MARY (on the TV screen): Well, you listen to me: who you really are, it doesn’t matter.
(In the dark burnt ruin of 221B, a workman is sweeping up while another one stuffs rubbish into a black plastic bag. Standing in front of the fireplace, John looks around the room and tiredly rubs the back of his neck as if despairing of ever getting the place back to normal. Oblivious to what’s going on around him, Sherlock is sitting in his chair texting.)
MARY (voiceover): It’s all about the legend, the stories, the adventures.
(At Sherrinford, Sherlock comes out of the lift and walks across the green-lit room towards where his sister is sitting on the seat with her back to the room.
The Holmes siblings face each other through the glass, playing together beautifully.
In 221B, Mrs Hudson comes through the door and looks across the room. While the workmen tidy up and John stands at the fireplace, Sherlock types onto his phone “You know where to find me.” and adds underneath “SH”.)
MARY (voiceover): There is a last refuge for the desperate, the unloved, the persecuted.
(Again Sherlock walks along the corridor towards the Secure Unit.
In the cell, Eurus and Sherlock play on.)
MARY (voiceover): There is a final court of appeal for everyone.
(In 221B, most of the burnt debris has been removed and workmen are now redecorating. Our boys have decided to restore the flat exactly as it was, and the wallpaper on the fireplace wall is the same as it was before. Sherlock, wearing his camel dressing gown, is standing facing the fireplace. At the sofa wall, John sprays a circle of yellow paint onto the wallpaper and then adds two dots inside near the top of the circle. He turns round and we see that the wallpaper on that wall is also the same as it was before and John has now added the smiley face to it. He looks across expectantly towards Sherlock and then walks out of the way. Sherlock, now facing into the room, raises his long-muzzled pistol, spins the chamber and then flicks it into place, then aims towards the spray-painted face and fires twice. He smiles, then lifts the muzzle and blows across the top.
The siblings’ tune resolves into the familiar “Pursuit” music, now played offscreen by an ensemble of stringed instruments.
Sherlock, now wearing his blue dressing gown, stabs his knife down into an open letter on the mantelpiece as John stands beside him holding the piece of paper in position. They turn as Mrs Hudson comes into the room and looks at them in exasperation. The room is now fully restored to its former glory and all the familiar items have either been repaired or replaced with identical copies.
Sherlock and Eurus play on. Without stopping, he raises his eyes to hers and she looks back at him. For the first time, there is emotion in her eyes as she gazes at her brother. She smiles just a little and they continue their duet.
In 221B a montage of scenes rolls out. Even though there is no segue between them, they clearly take place over a period of time. Sherlock, in his camel dressing gown, walks around behind the client chair. Sitting in the chair is an old-fashioned ventriloquist’s dummy dressed in a black and red jacket with a white shirt and black bowtie. Its operator seems to be crouched behind the chair, as evidenced by a black-sleeved arm poking round from the back of the chair and disappearing into the dummy’s back. John walks through the living room door wearing his jacket and carrying his briefcase. He frowns briefly at the scene as he goes across the room. Sitting down in his chair he looks up at a blackboard set up on an easel in front of the fireplace and frowns at the ‘dancing men’ figures chalked on it [see here for the translation].)
 
MARY (voiceover): When life gets too strange, too impossible ...
(At the other side of the blackboard, sitting in his chair wearing his suit jacket, Sherlock frowns across the room and gets up to walk over and stand at the feet of a man lying on his back in the middle of the floor in front of the door. The man is dressed in Viking costume. His eyes are closed. John, wearing a brown cardigan, is on his knees beside the man, patting his face with one hand and peeling one eyelid open with his other thumb. [For anyone who missed the end credits, the man is played by musician Paul Weller.])
MARY (voiceover): ... too frightening, there is always one last hope.
(Mrs Hudson comes to the living room door holding a can of air freshener. Pulling a face, she sprays the can into the air and then turns to spray another blast towards John’s chair.)
MARY (voiceover): When all else fails ...
(Sitting in his chair and looking down in disgust at something grubby and possibly vomit-soaked in his hands, John – still in his brown cardigan – raises his head as Sherlock picks up Rosie and straightens up. She now has a full head of hair and is dressed in a pink top with denim short-legged dungarees over the top. Her mouth is grubby, so presumably she has just thrown up into whatever John is holding.)
MARY (voiceover): ... there are two men sitting arguing in a scruffy flat ...
(Tucking his goddaughter closely into his body with one hand while she makes a valiant attempt to stick her finger up her nose, Sherlock smiles and points across the room with the other.)
SHERLOCK: Oh, there’s Daddy!
(The music resolves into a fuller, slower and even more orchestral version of “Pursuit”.
Sherlock waves across the room and then walks forward to hand Rosie down to John, who is kneeling on the floor and wearing a pale grey shirt. John smiles in delight as he takes hold of his daughter and kisses her cheek.)
MARY (voiceover): ... like they’ve always been there ...
(Nearby, Greg stands looking towards Sherlock with one hand raised to his head and a harassed look on his face. He gestures beckoningly towards him as he turns to the door.)
MARY (voiceover): ... and they always will.
(In the doorway as Greg leaves, Molly comes in smiling happily and walks across the room.)
MARY (voiceover): The best and wisest men I have ever known.
(In the cell, Sherlock smiles at his sister as he continues to duet with her. Their parents and big brother are sitting on chairs to one side of Sherlock. With her eyes lowered while she listens to her children play, their mother reaches across to take Mycroft’s hand. He looks down at their hands and then turns to look at her.)
MARY (voiceover): My Baker Street boys.
(She smiles from the TV screen.)
MARY: Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson.
(And in slow motion Sherlock and John – our Baker Street boys – run side-by-side out of the entrance of a large stone building, identified by plaques either side of the porch as “Rathbone Place,” and race off towards their next adventure.)

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