Sherlock (2010–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - The Great Game - full transcript

Mycroft needs Sherlock's help, but a remorseless criminal mastermind puts Sherlock on a distracting crime-solving spree via a series of hostage human bombs through which he speaks.

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BALALAIKA MUSIC PLAYS

MAN OUTSIDE SHOUTS COMMANDS

Just tell me what happened
from the beginning.

We had been to a bar,

nice place, and, er, I got chatting
with one of the waitresses,

and Karen weren't happy with that,
so...when we get back to the hotel,

we end up having
a bit of a ding-dong.

HE SIGHS

She's always getting at me,
saying I weren't a real man.

Wasn't a real man.



What?
It's not "weren't", it's "wasn't".

Oh.

Go on.

Well...then I don't know
how it happened,

but suddenly
there's a knife in my hands...

..and me old man was a butcher,
so I know how to handle knives.

He learned us how to cut up a beast.
Taught.

What?
Taught you how to cut up a beast.

Yeah, well, then I done it.

Did it.
Did it! Stabbed her,

over and over and over, and I looked
down, and she weren't...

..wasn't...

..moving no more.

Any more.



God help me, I dunno how it happened,
but it was an accident, I swear.

You've got to help me, Mr Holmes!

Everyone says you're the best.

Without you...

I'll get hung for this.

No, no, Mr Bewick, not at all.

Hanged, yes.

TWO GUNSHOTS

DOOR OPENS

HE INHALES DEEPLY

DOOR SHUTS, HE SIGHS

GUNSHOTS

What the hell are you doing?!

Bored.
What?!

Bored!
No...

GUNSHOT Bored!

GUNSHOT Bored!

Don't know what's got into
the criminal classes.

Good job I'm not one of them.
So you take it out on the wall?

The wall had it coming.

What about that Russian case? Belarus?
Open and shut domestic murder. Not worth my time.

Oh, shame(!)

Anything in? I'm starving.

Oh, f...

There's a head.

A severed head!
Just tea for me, thanks.

No, there's a head in the fridge.
Yes? A bloody head! Well, where else

could I put it?
You don't mind, do you?

Well...
Got it from Barts morgue.

I'm measuring the coagulation
of saliva after death.

I see you've written up
the taxi driver case.

Er...yes.

A Study In Pink.

Nice.

Well, you know. Pink lady, pink case,

pink phone. There was a lot of pink.
Did you like it?

Um...no. Why not?
I thought you'd be flattered.

Flattered?! "Sherlock sees through
everything and everyone in seconds.

"What's incredible, though,
is how spectacularly ignorant he is

"about some things." Hang on,
I didn't mean that...

Oh, you meant "spectacularly
ignorant" in a nice way(!)

Look, it doesn't matter to me who's Prime Minister or...
I know. ..who's sleeping with who...

Whether the Earth goes round the sun.
That again! It's not important!

Not impor...?!

It's primary school stuff. How can you not know that?
Well, if I ever did, I've deleted it.

Deleted it?

Listen. This is my hard drive,
and it only makes sense

to put things in there
that are useful. REALLY useful.

Ordinary people fill their heads
with all kinds of rubbish.

That makes it hard to get at
the stuff that matters. Do you see?

But it's the solar system!

Oh, hell! What does that matter?!
So we go round the sun. If we went round the moon,

or round and round the garden like a teddy
bear, it wouldn't make any difference!

All that matters to me is the work!
Without that, my brain rots!

Put that in your blog! Or, better still,
stop inflicting your opinions on the world!

DOOR OPENS AND SHUTS

Where are you going?
Out! I need some air.

Oh, sorry, love! Sorry.

Ooh-ooh!
Have you two had a little domestic?

Ooh, it's a bit nippy out there.

He should have wrapped himself up
a bit more.

Look at that, Mrs Hudson.

Quiet.

Calm. Peaceful.

Isn't it hateful?

Oh, I'm sure something
will turn up, Sherlock.

A nice murder. That'll cheer you up.

Mmm. Can't come too soon.

Hey, what have you done
to my bloody wall?!

I'm putting this on your rent,
young man!

EXPLOSION BOOMS

CAR ALARM BEEPS

GROANING

Morning. Oh...m-morning. See?
Told you you should have gone with the Lilo.

No, no, no, it's fine, I slept fine.
It's very kind of you.

Well, maybe next time I'll let you
kip at the end of my bed, you know.

NEWSREADER: '..which was discovered mouldering...
' What about the time after that? '..18 months ago.

'Experts are hailing it as
the artistic find of the century...'

Do you want some breakfast? Love some.
Well, make it yourself. I'm going to have a shower.

'..It fetched over £20 million.

'This one is anticipated to do even
better. Back now to our main story.

'There's been a massive explosion
in central London.

'As yet, there are no reports of any
casualties, and the police are unable to say

'if there's any suspicion
of terrorist involvement.'

Sarah!

'Police have issued an emergency number...' Sarah! '..f
or friends and relatives.' Sorry! I've got to run!

Excuse me, can I get through?
Excuse me. Can I get through?

I live over there.

DOOR BANGS Sherlock!

Sherlock!

PIZZICATO NOTE John.

I saw it on the telly. Are you OK?

Me? What? Oh, yeah, fine.

Gas leak, apparently.
PIZZICATO NOTE

I can't.
Can't?

Stuff I've got on is just too big.
I can't spare the time.

Never mind your usual trivia.
This is of national importance.

PIZZICATO NOTE How's the diet?

Fine.

Perhaps you can get
through to him, John.

What? I'm afraid my brother
can be very intransigent.

If you're so keen,
why don't you investigate it?

No. I can't possibly be away from the office for any
length of time. Not with the Korean elections so...

Well, you don't need to know
about that, do you?

Besides, a case like this,
it requires...legwork.

FALSE NOTE

How's Sarah, John?
How was the Lilo?

Sofa, Sherlock. It was the sofa.

Oh, yes, of course.
How...? Oh, never mind.

Sherlock's business seems to be
booming since you and he became...

pals. What's he like to live with?

Hellish, I imagine.
I'm never bored.

Good. That's good, isn't it?

Andrew West, known as Westie
to his friends. Civil servant.

Found dead on the tracks
at Battersea station this morning

with his head smashed in.

Jumped in front of a train?

Seems the logical assumption.

But?
But?

Well, you wouldn't be here
if it was just an accident.

Hah!

The MoD is working on a new missile defence
system, the Bruce-Partington Program it's called.

The plans for it
were on a memory stick.

That wasn't very clever.

It's not the only copy. Oh.
But it is secret.

And missing.

Top secret?

Very. We think West
must have taken the memory stick.

We can't risk it falling
into the wrong hands.

You've got to find those plans,
Sherlock.

Don't make me order you.
I'd like to see you try.

Think it over.

Goodbye, John.
Mm.

See you very soon.

REPEATS RAPID PHRASE

FOOTSTEPS FADE

Why did you lie?

DOOR SHUTS

You've got nothing on.

Not a single case.
That's why the wall took a pounding.

Why did you tell your brother
you were busy? Why shouldn't I?

Oh.

Nice.

Sibling rivalry.
Now we're getting somewhere.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Sherlock Holmes.

Of course. How could I refuse?

Lestrade - I've been summoned.

Coming?

If you want me to. Of course.

I'd be lost without my blogger.

'You like the funny cases,
don't you?'

The surprising ones.
Obviously.

You'll love this. That explosion.
Gas leak, yes? No.

No? No. Made to look like one.
What?

Hardly anything left of the place,
except a strongbox.

A VERY strong box,
and inside it was this.

You haven't opened it?
It's addressed to you, isn't it?

We've X-rayed it. It's not
booby-trapped. How reassuring.

Nice stationery.

Bohemian.

What?

From the Czech Republic.
No fingerprints?

No.

She used a fountain pen.
Parker Duofold, iridium nib.

She?
Obviously.

Obviously.

But that... That's the phone.
The pink phone.

What, from The Study In Pink? Obviously, it's not
the same phone, but it's supposed to look like...

"Study In Pink"? You read his blog?

Of course. We all do.

Do you REALLY not know that
the Earth goes round the sun?

SHE SNIGGERS

It isn't the same phone.
This one's brand-new.

Someone's taken trouble to make it look the same,
which means your blog has a far wider readership.

'You have one new message.'

FIVE GREENWICH TIME SIGNAL PIPS

Was that it?
No, that's not it.

PHONE BEEPS

What the hell
are we supposed to make of that?

An estate agent's photo
and the bloody Greenwich pips.

It's a warning.
A warning?

Some secret societies
used to send dried melon seeds,

orange pips, things like that -
five pips.

They're warning us
it's going to happen a