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JOHN: The police?
TUBE GUARD: No. Jumpers.
[Be careful, there, son. This will show you that you don’t insult jumpers in the presence of John
Watson, jumper-wearer extraordinaire.]
TUBE GUARD: People who chuck themselves in front of trains.
[Oh. Sorry. As you were.]
TUBE GUARD: Selfish bastards.
JOHN: Well, that’s one way of looking at it.
(He squats down to look more closely at the railway track.)
TUBE GUARD: I mean it. It’s all right for them. It’s over in a split second – strawberry jam all
over the lines. What about the drivers, hmm? They’ve gotta live with it, haven’t they?
(John runs his fingers along the track, then lifts his hand to look at it.)
JOHN: Yeah, speaking of strawberry jam, there’s no blood on the line. (He stands up again.)
Has it been cleaned off?
TUBE GUARD: No, there wasn’t that much.
JOHN: You said his head was smashed in.
TUBE GUARD: Well, it was, but there wasn’t much blood.
JOHN: Okay.
(He turns and looks along the line thoughtfully.)
TUBE GUARD: Well, I’ll leave you to it then.
(John walks a few yards further down the line and then squats down again.)
TUBE GUARD: Just give us a shout when you’re off.
JOHN: Right.
(The guard walks away. John stands up again and talks to himself.)
JOHN: Right: so, uh, Andrew West got on the train somewhere – or did he? There’s no ticket on
the body. Then how did he end up here?
(Beside him, the points change and a set of the tracks slides sideways into a new layout. John
squats down again and looks at the tracks thoughtfully.)
SHERLOCK (from behind him): Points.
JOHN: Yes!
(He springs to his feet and turns around to see his flatmate standing nearby.)
SHERLOCK: Knew you’d get there eventually. West wasn’t killed here; that’s why there was so
little blood.
JOHN: How long have you been following me?
SHERLOCK: Since the start. You don’t think I’d give up on a case like this just to spite my
brother, do you?
(He turns and starts walking away.)
SHERLOCK: Come on. Got a bit of burglary to do.

Shortly afterwards the boys are walking along a street.
SHERLOCK: The missile defence plans haven’t left the country, otherwise Mycroft’s people
would have heard about it. Despite what people think, we do still have a Secret Service.
JOHN: Yeah, I know. I’ve met them.
SHERLOCK: Which means whoever stole the memory stick can’t sell it or doesn’t know what to
do with it. My money’s on the latter. We’re here.
JOHN: Where?
(Sherlock turns into the drive of a maisonette and trots up the steps at the side of the building
which lead to the front door of flat 21A on the first floor. As he rummages in his pocket, John
whispers to him urgently.)
JOHN: Sherlock! What if there’s someone in?
SHERLOCK: There isn’t.
(He picks the lock and goes inside.)
JOHN (softly): Jesus!
(He hurries inside and shuts the door. Sherlock trots up the short flight of stairs ahead of him
and walks into the living room.)
JOHN: Where are we?
SHERLOCK: Oh, sorry, didn’t I say? Joe Harrison’s flat.
JOHN: Joe ...?
(Sherlock goes straight over to the window and pulls back the net curtain. He grins in
satisfaction at the sight which greets him outside.)
SHERLOCK: Brother of West’s fiancée.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)