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JOHN: Sherlock.
SHERLOCK: What?
JOHN (grabbing the case from the sofa and heading for the door): We’ve got deadlines.
(Sherlock follows after him.)
KENNY: But you’ve not taken anything!
(Ignoring him, the boys hurry out of the living room and let themselves out of the house. John
chuckles delightedly as they walk down the drive and head towards the main road.)
JOHN: Yes! Ooh, yes!
SHERLOCK (smiling): You think it was the cat. It wasn’t the cat.
JOHN: What? No, yes. Yeah, it is. It must be. It’s how they got the tetanus into her system. Its
paws stink of disinfectant.
SHERLOCK (still smiling): Lovely idea.
JOHN: No, he coated it onto the paws of her cat. It’s a new pet – bound to be a bit jumpy
around her. A scratch is almost inevitable. She wouldn’t have ...
SHERLOCK (interrupting): I thought of it the minute I saw the scratches on her arm, but it’s too
random and too clever for the brother.
(John chuckles again.)
JOHN: He murdered his sister for her money.
SHERLOCK: Did he?
JOHN (looking at him): Didn’t he?
SHERLOCK: No. It was revenge.
JOHN: Revenge? Who wanted revenge?
SHERLOCK: Raoul, the houseboy. Kenny Prince was the butt of his sister’s jokes, week in, week
out, a virtual bullying campaign. Finally he had enough; fell out with her badly. It’s all on the
website. She threatened to disinherit Kenny. Raoul had grown accustomed to a certain lifestyle,
so ...
JOHN (stopping and turning to him): No, wait, wait. Wait a second.
(Sherlock stops as well.)
JOHN: What about the disinfectant, then, on the cat’s claws?
SHERLOCK: Raoul keeps a very clean house. You came through the kitchen door, saw the state
of that floor, scrubbed to within an inch of its life. You smell of disinfectant now. No, the cat
doesn’t come into it.
(John pulls his jacket up to sniff at it as Sherlock looks towards the main road.)
SHERLOCK: Raoul’s internet records do, though. Hope we can get a cab from here.
(He walks off. John sighs in exasperation and a touch of disappointment that he hadn’t solved
the case for once. He glares towards his friend’s back and then follows him.)

ONE HOUR TO GO. Still sitting in her bed, the old woman cries in despair.

EVENING/NIGHT TIME. NEW SCOTLAND YARD. Sherlock walks into the main office brandishing
a folder at Lestrade.
SHERLOCK: Raoul de Santos is your killer. Kenny Prince’s houseboy. Second autopsy shows it
wasn’t tetanus that poisoned Connie Prince – it was botulinum toxin.
(He puts the folder on the desk. As Lestrade reaches for it, Sherlock leans closer to him.)
SHERLOCK: We’ve been here before. Carl Powers? Tut-tut. Our bomber’s repeated himself.
(Lestrade walks towards his office, Sherlock following. John stares at them in surprise.)
LESTRADE: So how’d he do it?
SHERLOCK: Botox injection.
(Flashback to Sherlock examining the tiny pinpricks in Connie’s forehead.)
LESTRADE (turning back to him): Botox?
SHERLOCK: Botox is a diluted form of botulinum. Among other things, Raoul de Santos was
employed to give Connie her regular facial injections. My contact at the Home Office gave me
the complete records of Raoul’s internet purchases. (He points to the folder.) He’s been bulk
ordering Botox for months.
(Nearby, John has continued to stare at Sherlock, and his expression is becoming more angry.)
SHERLOCK (oblivious to this): Bided his time, then upped the strength to a fatal dose.
LESTRADE: You sure about this?
SHERLOCK: I’m sure.
LESTRADE: All right – my office.
(He turns and walks towards his office. Sherlock starts to follow but John stops him.)
JOHN: Hey, Sherlock. How long?

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)