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(He holds out his hand.)

In Sebastian’s office, Seb is signing a cheque for £20,000. He looks up at John who is standing
at the other side of the desk.
SEBASTIAN: He really climbed up onto the balcony?
(He puts the cheque into an envelope.)
JOHN: Nail a plank across the window and all your problems are over.
(Looking peeved, Sebastian holds out the envelope to John.)
JOHN: Thanks.

Outside, Amanda is holding her hair in place with one hand while she takes out the pin with the
other.
AMANDA: Said he bought it in a street market.
(She puts the pin into Sherlock’s outstretched hand.)
SHERLOCK: Oh, I don’t think that’s true. I think he pinched it.
AMANDA (chuckling ruefully): Yeah, that’s Eddie.
SHERLOCK: Didn’t know its value; just thought it would suit you.
AMANDA: Oh? What’s it worth?
(Sherlock smirks.)
SHERLOCK (slowly): Nine ... million ... pounds.
(Amanda’s face fills with shock.)
AMANDA: Oh my God!
(She stumbles to her feet and staggers backwards as Sherlock grins.)
AMANDA: Oh my G...
(She turns and runs away.)
AMANDA (high-pitched and hysterical): Nine million!
(In Sebastian’s office, John turns his head at the sound of her voice, then turns back and nods
to Sebastian before leaving the room.)

NEXT MORNING (or possibly the day after that). Sherlock, wearing a dressing gown over his
shirt and trousers, is sitting at the dining table while John sits opposite him. Sherlock is looking
at the front page of the Sunday Express, where the headline reads, “Who wants to be a million-
hair.” He folds the paper in half, puts it down and picks up another newspaper.
JOHN: Over a thousand years old and it’s sitting on her bedside table every night.
SHERLOCK: He didn’t know its value; didn’t know why they were chasing him.
JOHN: Hmm. Should’ve just got her a lucky cat.
(Sherlock smiles at him briefly, then looks away.)
SHERLOCK: Hmm.
(His gaze becomes distant. John looks at him closely.)
JOHN: You mind, don’t you?
SHERLOCK (looking at him): What?
JOHN: That she escaped – General Shan. It’s not enough that we got her two henchmen.
SHERLOCK: It must be a vast network, John; thousands of operatives. You and I, we barely
scratched the surface.
JOHN: You cracked the code, though, Sherlock; and maybe Dimmock can track down all of
them now that he knows it.
SHERLOCK: No. No. I cracked this code; all the smugglers have to do is pick up another book.
(He opens his newspaper and lifts it, beginning to read. John’s eyes drift over to the window,
and he frowns and looks closely as a young man in a hooded jacket and wearing a cap walks
over to a tall black box on the other side of the road which dispenses parking permits. Putting a
bag on the ground, the young man looks around in all directions to make sure he’s not being
watched, then lifts a spray can in his right hand and sprays his tag on the back of the box. John
watches while the ‘artist’ finishes the tag, picks up his bag and hurries away. As Sherlock,
oblivious to this, continues to read his paper, John looks thoughtful, and a police car sirens its
way down the road.)

In a room somewhere, Shan is sitting at a desk and talking to someone over a computer. Her
live image is being transmitted to the other person but the space on the screen which should be
showing the face of whoever she’s talking to is marked “No image available.” There is also a
text box on the screen which shows that the person to whom she’s talking is indicated simply as
“M”. Shan sounds very humble as she speaks.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)