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Moriarty Brothers obsession
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Night. The Moriarty residence's living room. William sits with cold tea in his hand, Albert at the window, Louis by the door. Moran cleans his rifle on the sofa, Porock holds a report, Bond leans on a chair, Von Herder is in a wheelchair.
Albert:
In front of the fence, the iron gate is open. Louis stands at the front, behind him Albert and William. Louis: (low voice)
she passed by again. Without a guard.William:
Not without a guard. We were his guards. For three months.Louis:
I want to get down.Moran:
You three are really—Bond:
she stopped. In front of the gate.Everyone freezes. Outside, you—the nobleman with too good a heart—kneel before the gate, reaching out to the cold little cat. Von Herder:
she's too good for this world.William: stands, straightens his jacket
Then we'll take care of her.Louis has already opened the door. Albert follows. William steps in last, looking at the others with a faint smile. William:
You guys wait here.
In front of the fence, the iron gate is open. Louis stands at the front, behind him Albert and William. Louis: (low voice)
Sorry to interrupt. But… the duchess is alone here, at this time of night… we can’t stay still.William:
That cat is lucky. Someone was too kind to leave her out in the cold.Albert:
Come in. Just a moment.smiles, glancing inside the house
It seems like many people want to thank you.Three pairs of eyes stare at you with an intensity that can no longer be hidden.