JANUS

Scene 7, take 2!

The quick and loud sound of clapboard appears at the scene. People become quiet, waiting for that ideal piece of film to stop this hustle and bustle all over the Baker Street.
Sherlock Holmes comes down the stairs quickly, releasing the creaking of old brown wood. He fixes his smoky black collar and ties the scarf over his long neck. His colleague John Watson follows him, observing his object of admiration, and finally admits:
- Don't pretend you're not enjoying this. Being back, being the hero again.
- Don't be stupid. - Sherlock responds.
- Don't have to be an idiot to see it, you love it.
- Love what?
- Being Sherlock Holmes. But seriously, will you ever tell me how  you fell off the rooftop? Because I went to your grave, I made a little speech.
- I know. I was there.
- I asked you for one more miracle. I asked you to stop being dead...
- I heard you. - Sherlock whispered and a bitter tiny tear appeared on his eyelashes.
After these words, Mark stopped flopping the scenario and stood up behind the camera to notice their looks. His eyes were red and tired, but he was still confident and calm.
The detective clapped and shouted: - Anyway, it's time to be Sherlock Holmes. Jesus, not the hat!
- That wasn't in the scenario!! - Mark said.
Oh, brilliant, Ben, it happened again!
But I don't like this hat, truthfully! - the actor said.
Just put it on, for God's sake! - said doctor Watson.
*In fifteen minutes*
FINALLY! - cries Moffat.
Mark checked his cup for the tenth time to see that there's nothing in it, and said: It's time to have a snack, then we'll finish the scene with Magnussen. Thanks, Johnlock, you're free for today.
- Johnlock... How on Earth did he graduate with this humour? - John said.
Exactly at nine o'clock, two men closed the 221B door on the outside. Their names were Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman. They were slowly stepping aside the dozens of workers who have been turning off the cameras and collecting the decorations.
Accidentally, the nervous silence was pushed by Ben, who said tenderly:
- Good job, Martin. Thank you. Been a pleasure working with you today.
- Come on, you're talking like we'll never see each other again. Promise me to be on time at the Gatiss' to regard all the scenes. You should assume it's really important. And don't forget to remove this cosplay.
- For me, these thirteen hours will be an eternity.
Benedict held out his skinny hand to Martin. He looked right in his hazel eyes, waiting for his reaction. Martin didn't understand this look at once, but gave his hand for a handshake. He smiled friendly and prepared to say goodbye to his colleague. But then, they saw a man standing behind the Spacey's store. It seemed that he was like a ghost, and no one noticed him except this duo. He had been staring at them seriously for several seconds, finally deciding to come closer. Martin faltered out:
- Benedict... There is someone who wants to talk to you. 
Ben turned back and examined the tall gentleman who was confidently making big steps to the actors. He had a dark greyish raincoat, leather black shoes and a golden watch on his wrist.
- A high status... - Ben thought.
He had a pale thin face, baggy dark eyes and a light stubble, perhaps with a growth for three days. He took an unusual leather cane in his hand with a golden handle, showing a head of an aggressive lion on the peak.
- Good evening, gentlemen. - he said after stopping almost between the colleagues. Martin smiled nervously and tried to reply, but the stranger turned to Benedict, staring at him with wild interest and showing his ignorance to the other one. Then, he asked with his head moving up: - Are you Sherlock Holmes?
Martin smirked and said: Okay, take a photo then, I have to go.
- Stay here, Martin. Introduce yourself, please, - Ben said.
S: I need your help, Mr. Holmes. You're a consulting detective, aren't you?
B: *winks at Martin, then smiles, puts his hands together and turns to the stranger* Of course. Don't say anything, I know why you came here.
He uttered that with nothing to deduce in his head, that's why he observed the stranger quickly and said: - You're a rich man, willing to drink a cup of tea with biscuits. I can join you, if you wa...
S: *tells seriously* I don't have time for distractions, Mr. Holmes. I need to talk to you in private.
M: Okay, Ben, I'm short of time, so I'll quit you now. You ought to help this young man. Bye 👋🏻
He smiled to him, but the stranger didn't reply and put his hand on Benedict's back, putting his hand forward to show the road.
Martin walked in the other way to his car, but he has turned back sometimes to meet Ben's eyes, watching him in hopelessness from moment to moment.
The men turned on the right to hide behind the semi-detached brick house, and then the stranger said:
- Mr. Holmes, I accidentally witnessed  murder several hours ago. It happened on Dorset Street, a few minutes from here. You ought to help me.
- Wait... Are you kidding? Very fine, but I think you're tired, you need to go home...
- Mr. Detective, you need to understand that I'm an important man in the government and I just mentioned a killing scene, so it's your professional duty to examine the body! - with these words he aggressively pointed at Benedict's coat. Sherlock was confused, but then decided to reply calmly.
- Wait a second. I'll explain you the situation - I am not Sherlock Holmes. I am Benedict Cumberbatch, a simple British actor, but not a detective! So I'm not the best candidate to help you.
- Will you stop refusing if I show your honorarium?
He turned his head left and right, deciding that no one sees them, and demands Ben to put his hand in his pocket. Cumberbatch felt a thick bundle of pounds, but didn't tempt himself and took the hand out.
- I don't need any money from you! If you were really a witness of murder, call the police!
- But we both know that Sherlock rarely works with the police, does he?
Ben tried to leave, but then he heard a clasp of a gun in the other pocket. A mysterious smile quickly evolved into a psychopathic emotion.
Benedict said, trembling:
- Alright, sir, we're done. Hide the gun and we'll see the crime scene.
The stranger hid the gun, smiled confidently and said:
- My name's Bradley, by the way.
- Okay, Bradley, let's go. I hope it won't take much time, will it?
There was no answer. Ben tried to calm himself down, waiting for something unexpectedly dangerous. In that moment, he wanted to exclaim: Martin, help me...