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(As she finishes speaking, she gasps and sobs in terror. Even though she cannot see it, there is
still a laser point from a sniper’s rifle running over her body. Sherlock lowers the phone and
shakes his head at John, then drops the phone onto the table as he turns to look at the TV.)
CONNIE (on the TV): ... and I see you’re back to your bad habits.
(As the footage continues, a voiceover replaces her voice and a news headline at the bottom of
the screen reads: Make-over Queen Connie Prince dead at 48.)
NEWS READER: ... continuing into the sudden death of the popular TV personality, Connie
Prince. Miss Prince, famous for her make-over programmes, was found dead two days ago by
her brother in the house they shared in Hampstead ...

BART’S MORGUE. Connie Prince’s body has been laid out on a table in the morgue, with a sheet
covering her leaving only her head, arms and upper chest bare. Lestrade leads the boys into the
room, reading from a file as he goes.
LESTRADE: Connie Prince, fifty-four. She had one of those make-over shows on the telly. Did
you see it?
SHERLOCK: No.
LESTRADE: Very popular. She was going places.
SHERLOCK: Not any more. So: dead two days. According to one of her staff, Raoul de Santos,
she cut her hand on a rusty nail in the garden. Nasty wound.
(He and John look at the deep cut in the webbing between her right thumb and index finger.)
SHERLOCK: Tetanus bacteria enters the bloodstream – good night Vienna.
JOHN: I suppose.
SHERLOCK: Something’s wrong with this picture.
LESTRADE: Eh?
SHERLOCK: Can’t be as simple as it seems, otherwise the bomber wouldn’t be directing us
towards it. Something’s wrong.
(He narrows his eyes as he looks down at the body, then bends closer to look along Connie’s
right arm as he takes his magnifier from his pocket. There are several scratches on her upper
arm which look like claw marks. He moves up to her face and notices some tiny pinpricks on her
forehead just above her nose. He looks at them through the magnifier.)
SHERLOCK: John?
JOHN: Mmm.
SHERLOCK: The cut on her hand: it’s deep; would have bled a lot, right?
JOHN: Yeah.
SHERLOCK: But the wound’s clean – very clean, and fresh.
(He looks up, his eyes flickering while he thinks it through, then straightens up and clicks the
magnifier closed.)
SHERLOCK: How long would the bacteria have been incubating inside her?
JOHN: Eight, ten days.
(Sherlock quirks a one-sided grin and turns to John, waiting for him to put it all together. It
doesn’t take him long.)
JOHN: The cut was made later.
LESTRADE: After she was dead?
SHERLOCK: Must have been. The only question is, how did the tetanus enter the dead woman’s
system?
(John looks along the body thoughtfully.)
SHERLOCK: You want to help, right?
JOHN: Of course.
SHERLOCK: Connie Prince’s background – family history, everything. Give me data.
JOHN: Right.
(He turns and leaves the room. Sherlock looks down at Connie’s body one more time, then
turns and heads towards the door.)
LESTRADE: There’s something else that we haven’t thought of.
SHERLOCK (casually): Is there?
LESTRADE: Yes. Why is he doing this, the bomber?
(Sherlock stops, keeping his back to the inspector and looking a little anxious.)
LESTRADE: If this woman’s death was suspicious, why point it out?
SHERLOCK (nonchalantly, over his shoulder): Good Samaritan.
(He tries to move away but Lestrade persists.)
LESTRADE: ... who press-gangs suicide bombers?
SHERLOCK: Bad Samaritan.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)