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In the kitchen, Sarah has sat down on the seat that John vacated and is taking off her jacket.
John has picked up the jug of punch and is filling the glasses. Someone knocks on the front
door downstairs.
JOHN: Ooh, blimey, that was quick. I’ll just pop down.
(He hands her one of the glasses as he walks towards the kitchen door.)
SARAH: Do you want me to lay the table?
(John looks round at the kitchen table which is covered with Sherlock’s paperwork and
experiments.)
JOHN: Um, eat off trays?
SARAH: Yeah.
JOHN: Yeah!

On the street, Sherlock is still translating the symbols.
SHERLOCK: Sixty, thirty-five.
[And yes ... *weary sigh* ... the photo says “70 95.” How the hell he ever managed to translate
the damned thing correctly is a mystery to me!]
(On the relevant page, the appropriate entry reads “Jade Cl. E16.”)
SHERLOCK: Jade. (He writes on the photograph as he says the word again.) Jade.

John opens the front door and smiles at the man standing on the doorstep, who is wearing a
jacket with the hood pulled up.
JOHN: Sorry to keep you. (Rummaging in his trouser pocket) How much d’you want?
CHINESE MAN: Do you have it?
JOHN (looking around blankly): What?
CHINESE MAN: Do you have the treasure?
JOHN: I don’t understand.
(The man coshes John around the left side of his head with a pistol. John falls to the floor.)

On the street, Sherlock turns to the page for the final word. Finding the correct entry, he writes
“TRAMWAY” onto the photograph and then reads the whole message aloud.
SHERLOCK: “NINE MILL FOR JADE PIN DRAGON DEN BLACK ... (he raises his head and stares
ahead of him) ... TRAMWAY.”

In the kitchen of the flat there’s no sign of Sarah. The overhead suspended neon light is
swaying gently back and forth. Two trays are on the table, each containing a clean plate, cutlery
and a glass of punch. Downstairs, the front door slams and Sherlock’s voice can be heard.
SHERLOCK: John! John! I’ve got it!
(He runs in through the kitchen door, sees nobody there and runs into the living room,
brandishing the A-Z.)
SHERLOCK: The cipher! The book! It’s the London A to Z that they’re using...
(He trails off before he can finish the last word, staring in shock when he sees that yellow paint
has been sprayed across the living room windows. On the left-hand window is the sort-of upside
down eight with an almost horizontal line above it. On the right-hand window is the single
almost horizontal slash. Together they spell out “DEAD MAN.” There is no sign of John or Sarah.
Sherlock stares at the paint in horror.)
[And hey, Sherlock baby, I love you to bits, but you were standing just a few yards away from
221B and facing towards the flat while you were translating the symbols. Now, I know you get
engrossed in your work an’ all, but how come you never saw someone knocking at the door or
any of the ensuing shenanigans while an unconscious John and Sarah were carried out of the
building right under your nose?!]

John regains consciousness sitting on a chair somewhere dark. A fire is burning in a dustbin
behind him. He slowly raises his head. There is a bleeding cut on his left temple. As he grimaces
in pain, the voice of the Opera Singer comes out of the dim tunnel in front of him.
OPERA SINGER: “A book is like a magic garden carried in your pocket.”
(Wincing, John turns his head to the left and sees Sarah sitting on another chair with a gag in
her mouth. She looks round to him, terrified. Ahead of them is the Chinese woman who he saw
photographing him and who was watching him and Sherlock on Hungerford Bridge. Despite the
darkness she is still wearing her dark sunglasses. She walks towards him and we now see that
they are in an abandoned tunnel. There are two Chinese men standing behind the approaching
woman, and a couple of other fires are burning to illuminate the area. A few feet ahead of

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)