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SHERLOCK (taking off his gloves to wipe the tears from under his eyes): People don’t like telling
you things, but they love to contradict you. Past tense, did you notice?
JOHN: Sorry, what?
SHERLOCK: I referred to her husband in the past tense. She joined in. Bit premature – they’ve
only just found the car.
JOHN: You think she murdered her husband?
SHERLOCK: Definitely not. That’s not a mistake a murderer would make.
JOHN: I see. No, I don’t. What am I seeing?
(As they walk past Donovan, she turns and calls out to John.)
DONOVAN: Fishing! Try fishing!
(John turns around and gives her an exasperated nod before following Sherlock again.)
JOHN: Where now?
SHERLOCK: Janus Cars.
(He hands the business card to John.)
SHERLOCK: Just found this in the glove compartment.

SIX HOURS TO GO.

JANUS CARS. Sherlock and John are in the office of the car hire company. John sits at the other
side of the desk to the owner, taking notes while Sherlock looks out into the forecourt.
EWERT: Can’t see how I can help you gentlemen.
JOHN: Mr Monkford hired the car from you yesterday.
EWERT: Yeah. Lovely motor. Mazda RX-8. Wouldn’t mind one of them myself!
(Sherlock walks over to the other side of the desk so that he’s standing beside Ewert, then
points into the forecourt.)
SHERLOCK: Is that one?
(Ewert turns his head to look and Sherlock immediately looks closely at the side of the man’s
neck.)
EWERT: No, they’re all Jags. Yeah, I can see you’re not a car man, eh?
(Sherlock straightens up as Ewert looks round and smiles at John.)
SHERLOCK: But, er, surely you can afford one – a Mazda, I mean?
EWERT: Yeah, it’s a fair point. But you know how it is: it’s like working in a sweetshop. Once
you start picking at the liquorice allsorts, when does it all stop, eh?
(He starts scratching near the top of his left arm with his right hand. Sherlock looks at him for a
moment, then turns away and heads around the room towards the other side of the desk.)
JOHN: But you didn’t know Mr Monkford?
EWERT: No, he was just a client. Came in here and hired one of my cars. No idea what
happened to him. Poor sod.
(Sherlock has reached the other side of the desk and stops.)
SHERLOCK: Nice holiday, Mr Ewert?
EWERT: Eh?
SHERLOCK: You’ve been away, haven’t you?
EWERT: Oh, the-the ... (He gestures towards his tanned face.) No, it’s, er, sunbeds, I’m afraid,
yeah. Too busy to get away. My wife would love it, though – bit of sun.
SHERLOCK: Have you got any change for the cigarette machine?
EWERT: What?
SHERLOCK: Well, I noticed one on the way in and I haven’t got any change.
(He offers Ewert a bank note.)
SHERLOCK: I’m gasping.
EWERT: Um, well ... (He reaches into his trouser pocket and takes out his wallet.) Hmm.
(He opens the wallet and looks inside.)
EWERT: No, sorry.
SHERLOCK: Oh well. Thank you very much for your time, Mr Ewert.
(He turns and heads for the door.)
SHERLOCK: You’ve been very helpful. Come on, John.
(They leave the office and walk across the forecourt.)
JOHN: I-I’ve got change if you still want to, uh ...
SHERLOCK (patting his upper left arm): Nicotine patches, remember? I’m doing well.
JOHN: So what was that all about?
SHERLOCK: I needed to look inside his wallet.
JOHN: Why?

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)