Pentonville Prison 11:00

'What do you say? Refuse them all parole and bring back the rope?' the old governor chuckled. 'Let's begin.'

Meanwhile, back at the Tower of London, James Moriarty was still embracing an imaginary polar bear three times his size, grinning as he did so. Licking his lips eagerly, he turned back to his phone and pressed a button with a picture of a crown. The code buzzed away, and suddenly, in the surveillance office, something terrible began to happen. An alarm began to bleep and the screens started to fizzle and die out. An automated voice announced, 'This is an emergency. Please leave…' People then started to file out in a panic. A security guard interrupted Jim's train of thought, and he paid the price.

'Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave.' Jim angrily sprayed pepper spray into the unfortunate man's mouth, and he collapsed, unconscious. Jim smoothed his hair back, the music still blaring in his ears, and turned to face the crown jewels, a nasty smile playing on his lips. Back in the surveillance room, the coffee man had arrived, and, seeing what was happening, hastily dropped the cup and picked up the phone in a panic.

Sergeant Donovan's high-heeled feet were hasty on the carpeted floor of Scotland Yard, and she announced breathlessly to Lestrade, 'Sir, there's been a break-in.'

'Not our division,' Lestrade grumbled a doughnut and coffee in his hands.

Donovan smiled sarcastically. 'You'll want it.'