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GEEKY YOUNG MAN (sitting on the dining chair while two other geeky young men stand behind
him): We have this website. It explains the true meaning of comic books, ’cause people miss a
lot of the themes.
(Sherlock is already walking away, disinterested.)
GEEKY YOUNG MAN: But then all the comic books started coming true.
(Sherlock comes back.)
SHERLOCK: Oh. Interesting.

Later, John is sitting in his armchair and updating his blog again. He has titled the entry “The
Geek Interpreter.” Sherlock leans over his shoulder.
SHERLOCK: ‘Geek Interpreter.’ What’s that?
JOHN: It’s the title.
SHERLOCK: What does it need a title for?
(John smiles tightly. Sherlock straightens up and walks away.)

Later, they’re at the morgue at St Bartholomew’s Hospital. Sherlock is using his magnifier to
look at a woman’s body lying on the table. John is standing at the other side of the table and
Detective Inspector Lestrade is nearby.
SHERLOCK: Do people actually read your blog?
JOHN: Where d’you think our clients come from?
SHERLOCK: I have a website.
JOHN: In which you enumerate two hundred and forty different types of tobacco ash. Nobody’s
reading your website.
(Sherlock straightens up and glares at him, then pouts adorably momentarily as John continues
to look at the body.)
JOHN: Right then: dyed blonde hair; no obvious cause of death except for these speckles,
whatever they are.
(He points at the tiny red marks on the woman’s body but Sherlock has already turned and
flounced out of the room.)

Later, back at the flat, John is updating his blog again. Sherlock walks past eating a piece of
toast. He stops and looks at the title for this entry.
SHERLOCK (with his mouth full): Oh, for God’s sakes!
JOHN: What?
SHERLOCK: “The Speckled Blonde”?!
(John purses his lips as Sherlock walks away again.)

On another occasion, two little girls are sitting together on one of the dining chairs while
Sherlock paces in front of the fireplace.
LITTLE GIRL: They wouldn’t let us see Granddad when he was dead. Is that ’cause he’d gone to
heaven?
SHERLOCK: People don’t really go to heaven when they die. They’re taken to a special room
and burned.
(The two girls look at each other in distress.)
JOHN (reprovingly): Sherlock ...

Lestrade is leading Sherlock and John across some open ground.
LESTRADE: There was a plane crash in Dusseldorf yesterday. Everyone dead.
SHERLOCK: Suspected terrorist bomb. We do watch the news.
JOHN: You said, “Boring,” and turned over.
[Transcriber’s note: Much as I would love to confirm that “You ... turned over” means that
Sherlock turned over in bed, where he and John were watching the news, I reluctantly have to
confirm that – in this context – it does sadly mean “You ... changed the channel.” Sorry.]
(Lestrade leads them to a car which has its boot opened. There’s a body inside the boot. While
Lestrade continues to speak, Sherlock looks all around the rear of the car.)
LESTRADE (looking at a bag of evidence): Well, according to the flight details, this man was
checked in on board. Inside his coat he’s got a stub from his boarding pass, napkins from the
flight, even one of those special biscuits. Here’s his passport stamped in Berlin Airport. So this
man should have died in a plane crash in Germany yesterday but instead he’s in a car boot in
Southwark.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)