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where John and Sarah are tied to their chairs by their hands and feet is a large object covered
with cloth. The woman raises her sunglasses to the top of her head and looks down at John.)
OPERA SINGER: Chinese proverb, Mr Holmes.
(John looks at her, startled.)
JOHN: I ... I’m not Sherlock Holmes.
OPERA SINGER (smiling humourlessly): Forgive me if I do not take your word for it.
(She reaches down and pulls open his jacket, rummaging in the inside pocket.)
JOHN: Ow. Ow.
(She takes out his wallet, opens it and takes something out of it.)
OPERA SINGER: Debit card, name of S. Holmes.
(Flashback to Sherlock sitting in the living room after John’s return without the shopping.)
SHERLOCK (in flashback): Take my card.
JOHN: Yes; that’s not actually mine. He lent that to me.
OPERA SINGER (looking in the wallet again): A cheque for five thousand pounds made out in
the name of Mr Sherlock Holmes.
(Flashback to John taking the cheque from Sebastian.)
JOHN: Yeah, he gave me that to look after.
OPERA SINGER (finding something else in the wallet): Tickets from the theatre, collected by
you, name of Holmes.
JOHN: Yes, okay ...
(Flashback to John and Sarah at the Box Office of the theatre.)
MANAGER (in flashback): What’s the name?
JOHN (in flashback): Uh, Holmes.
JOHN (in the present): I realise what this looks like, but I’m not him.
OPERA SINGER: We heard it from your own mouth.
JOHN: What?
OPERA SINGER: “I am Sherlock Holmes and I always work alone ...”
(Flashback to John outside Soo Lin’s flat, storming back to the door and shouting through the
letterbox.)
JOHN (in flashback): “... because no-one else can compete with my MASSIVE INTELLECT!”
(John stares ahead of himself in disbelief.)
JOHN: Did I really say that?
(He chuckles weakly, then lowers his head in pain.)
JOHN: I s’ppose there’s no use me trying to persuade you I was doing an impression.
(Before he can finish the sentence, the woman raises a small pistol and points it at his head.
John cringes away from it, blowing out a panicked breath. The woman grins.)
OPERA SINGER: I am Shan.
(John stares up at her.)
JOHN: You’re ... you’re Shan.
OPERA SINGER/SHAN: Three times we tried to kill you and your companion, Mr Holmes. What
does it tell you when an assassin cannot shoot straight?
(She lifts her other hand and cocks the pistol. John cringes back, turning his head away and
whispering, “Don’t, don’t,” as he struggles against his bonds. Shan looks down at him and her
expression becomes ominous. John breathes out heavily as her finger tightens on the trigger.
John stares into the barrel of the gun, his face full of terror as she pulls the trigger all the way.
The gun clicks. John grunts in shock, and Shan smiles smugly.)
SHAN: It tells you that they’re not really trying.
(John breathes heavily, trying to get control of himself.)

221B. Sherlock hurries over to the bookcase.
SHERLOCK: Tramway.
(As if he has lost control of his usual razor-sharp brain in his fear for his friend, he stares at the
books on the shelf for a few moments while he tries to find what he wants.)
SHERLOCK (faintly, under his breath): Oh, Christ.
(Finally he finds and pulls out a folding map of London. Turning back to the dining table, he
unfolds the map and spreads it out, running his finger over it until he stabs it down.)
SHERLOCK: There.
(He turns and heads out of the door.)

TRAMWAY TUNNEL. Shan slides a clip into the pistol and then cocks it before pointing it at
John’s head a second time. John cringes away from it.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)