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(He cries briefly, then continues to read the pager message.)
YOUNG MAN: You solved my last puzzle in nine hours. This time you have eight.
(In the office, Lestrade is talking into the phone.)
LESTRADE: Okay ... Great.
(Hanging up the phone, he heads towards the door.)
LESTRADE: We’ve found it.
(Sherlock’s phone has gone dead. He turns and follows Lestrade.)

Close to the river, the police have arrived at a large open space where the car was found.
Forensics officers in protective clothing are working on the car as Lestrade leads Sherlock
towards it. John and Sally Donovan are walking along behind them.
LESTRADE (consulting some notes): The car was hired yesterday morning by an Ian Monkford.
Banker of some kind; City boy. Paid in cash.
(Sherlock looks closely as they pass a woman talking with a female police officer.)
LESTRADE: Told his wife he was going away on a business trip, but he never arrived.
(As Sherlock and Lestrade reach the passenger door of the car, Sally turns to John.)
DONOVAN: You’re still hanging round him.
JOHN: Yeah, well ...
DONOVAN: Opposites attract, I suppose.
JOHN: No, we’re not ...
DONOVAN: You should get yourself a hobby – stamps, maybe. Model trains. Safer.
(She goes to stand beside Lestrade while Sherlock leans into the car to look at the large amount
of blood smeared over the island between the two front seats. He opens the glove box.)
LESTRADE: Before you ask, yes, it’s Monkford’s blood. The DNA checks out.
(Sherlock finds a business card in the glove box and takes it out. Closing the lid he straightens
up.)
SHERLOCK: No body.
DONOVAN: Not yet.
SHERLOCK (to Lestrade): Get a sample sent to the lab.
(Lestrade nods and Sherlock walks away. Lestrade turns to Donovan and looks at her pointedly.
She stares back at him indignantly but he holds the look and she grunts in exasperation and
stomps away. Sherlock walks over to the woman who was talking with the police officer.)
SHERLOCK: Mrs Monkford?
(She turns to him tearfully.)
MRS MONKFORD: Yes.
(She looks at him and John, and sighs.)
MRS MONKFORD: Sorry, but I’ve already spoken with two policemen.
JOHN: No, we’re not from the police; we’re ...
(Sherlock holds out his hand to her, his voice suddenly tearful and tremulous.)
SHERLOCK: Sherlock Holmes. Very old friend of your husband’s. We, um ...
(As she shakes his hand, he looks down as if fighting back his tears.)
SHERLOCK: ... we grew up together.
MRS MONKFORD: I’m sorry, who? I don’t think he ever mentioned you.
SHERLOCK (still tearful): Oh, he must have done. This is ... this is horrible, isn’t it?
(John looks away, trying somewhat unsuccessfully to keep his face neutral.)
SHERLOCK: I mean, I just can’t believe it. I only saw him the other day. Same old Ian – not a
care in the world.
(He smiles tearfully at her.)
MRS MONKFORD: Sorry, but my husband has been depressed for months. Who are you?
(By now Sherlock has tears running down his cheeks.)
SHERLOCK: Really strange that he hired a car. Why would he do that? It’s a bit suspicious, isn’t
it?
MRS MONKFORD: No, it isn’t. He forgot to renew the tax on the car, that’s all.
SHERLOCK: Oh, well, that was Ian! That was Ian all over!
MRS MONKFORD: No it wasn’t.
(Instantly Sherlock’s fake persona drops and he looks at her intensely.)
SHERLOCK: Wasn’t it? Interesting.
(He turns and walks away. She glares after him as he heads for the police tape with John
following. The female police office goes over to her.)
MRS MONKFORD: Who was I talking to?
JOHN (to Sherlock as they duck under the tape): Why did you lie to her?

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)