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(Dimmock turns and watches him leave. He smiles ruefully.)

MORNING. 221B. In the kitchen, John is sitting at the table while Sherlock stands next to him
and pours him a mug of tea from a teapot.)
JOHN: Ta.
(He is looking at the translated message on the photograph.)
JOHN: So, “Nine mill ...”
SHERLOCK (pouring himself a mug of tea): Million.
JOHN: Million, yes; “Nine million for jade pin. Dragon den, black Tramway.”
SHERLOCK: An instruction to all their London operatives.
JOHN: Mmm.
SHERLOCK: A message; what they were trying to reclaim.
JOHN: What, a jade pin?
SHERLOCK: Worth nine million pounds. Bring it to the Tramway, their London hideout.
JOHN: Hang on: a hairpin worth nine million pounds?
SHERLOCK: Apparently.
JOHN: Why so much?
SHERLOCK: Depends who owned it.

SHAD SANDERSON BANK. The boys are walking towards the entrance to the bank.
SHERLOCK: Two operatives based in London. They travel over to Dalian to smuggle those
vases. One of them helps himself to something: a little hairpin.
JOHN: Worth nine million pounds.
SHERLOCK: Eddie Van Coon was the thief. He stole the treasure when he was in China.
JOHN: How d’you know it was Van Coon, not Lukis? Even the killer didn’t know that.
SHERLOCK (going through the revolving doors): Because of the soap.
(He looks round smugly at John, who stops and stares back at him blankly for a moment before
following him into the bank.)

Upstairs, Van Coon’s P.A. Amanda is sitting at her desk. She squirts a bit of hand lotion from
the pump-action bottle on the desk and rubs it into her hands. Her phone rings and she picks it
up and answers it.
AMANDA: Amanda.
SHERLOCK’s VOICE (over the phone): He bought you a present.
AMANDA: Oh. Hello.
SHERLOCK’s VOICE (over the phone): A little gift when he came back from China.
AMANDA: How do you know that?
SHERLOCK (from behind her): You weren’t just his P.A., were you?
(She turns in surprise as he walks around to the side of the desk, switching off his phone and
putting it back into his pocket.)
AMANDA (switching off her own phone and putting it down): Someone’s been gossiping.
SHERLOCK: No.
AMANDA: Then I don’t understand. Why ...?
SHERLOCK (interrupting): Scented hand soap in his apartment.
(Brief flashback to Sherlock looking into Van Coon’s bathroom and seeing a pump-action bottle
of luxury hand wash on the shelf.)
SHERLOCK: Three hundred millilitres of it. Bottle almost finished.
AMANDA (frowning in confusion): Sorry?
SHERLOCK: I don’t think Eddie Van Coon was the type of chap to buy himself hand soap – not
unless he had a lady coming over. And it’s the same brand as that hand cream there on your
desk.
(Amanda momentarily looks down awkwardly.)
AMANDA: Look, it wasn’t serious between us. It was over in a flash. It couldn’t last – he was my
boss.
SHERLOCK: What happened? Why did you end it?
AMANDA (sadly): I thought he didn’t appreciate me. Took me for granted. Stood me up once
too often – we’d plan to go away for the weekend and then he’d just leave; fly off to China at a
moment’s notice.
SHERLOCK: And he brought you a present from abroad to say sorry.
(His gaze is focussed on a small green jade hairpin in her hair.)
SHERLOCK: Can I ... just have a look at it?

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)