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SHERLOCK (ignoring what he just said): These words exactly: “What happened at Lauriston
Gardens? I must have blacked out.”
(Shaking his head in frustration, John rests his cane against his leg and starts to type. Sherlock
continues his narration.)
SHERLOCK: “Twenty-two Northumberland Terrace. Please come.”
(Still typing, John glances across the room momentarily, then does a double take. His eyes
widen at the sight of a small pink suitcase standing on the floor. As John takes hold of his cane
and leans heavily on it, looking shocked, Sherlock looks over his shoulder.)
SHERLOCK: Well? Send it.
(As John stumbles backwards, Sherlock walks across the room and picks up the case.)
SHERLOCK: Have you sent it?
JOHN (vaguely): Just a moment.
(He finishes typing the message as Sherlock brings the case across to the table, puts it on top
and unzips it.)
SHERLOCK: Take a look at the impossible.
(He flips the lid open.)
SHERLOCK: The contents of her case.
JOHN: How did you get this?
SHERLOCK: By looking.
JOHN: Where?
SHERLOCK: We know the killer drove to Lauriston Gardens. We know the killer is a man. No
man could be seen with this case without attracting attention to himself, so obviously he’d feel
compelled to get rid of it the moment he knew it was still in his car. Wouldn’t have taken him
more than five minutes to realise his mistake.
(Cut-away shot of Sherlock standing on the roof of a garage looking around as he searches for a
glimpse of anywhere the case might have been hidden.)
SHERLOCK: I checked every back street wide enough for a car within five minutes of Lauriston
Gardens ...
(Cut-away shot of Sherlock back on the ground. He has climbed inside a large skip and is
throwing objects out of it haphazardly.)
SHERLOCK: ... and looked for anywhere you could easily dispose of a bulky object without being
observed.
(In the cut-away shot Sherlock finds the pink suitcase amongst the rubbish.)
SHERLOCK: Took me less than an hour to find the right skip.
(In the cut-away shot Sherlock grins with delight, then checks the name on the luggage tag
before clapping his hands triumphantly and leaping out of the skip with the suitcase and running
off into the night.)
(In the flat, John has now sat down and is staring at the case in awe.)
JOHN: Pink. You got all that because you realised the case’d be pink?
SHERLOCK (who has sat down opposite him): Well, it had to be pink, obviously.
JOHN (to himself): Why didn’t I think of that?
SHERLOCK: Because you’re stupid.
(John looks across to him, startled.)
SHERLOCK: Oh no, don’t look like that. Practically everyone is.
(He smiles at him briefly, then points towards John’s phone.)
SHERLOCK: Sent?
JOHN (looking down at his phone): Sent, yes. What was that about?
(Sherlock slides the address label back into the luggage tag.)
SHERLOCK: The contents of her case – look at them.
(Sighing, John puts his phone into his jacket pocket and sits forward as he starts to rummage
through the woman’s unmentionables.)
JOHN: What am I looking for?
SHERLOCK: The impossible. The one impossible thing.
JOHN: There’s a change of clothes, a make-up bag, a washbag and a novel. (He sits back.)
What’s impossible?
SHERLOCK: Her mobile phone.
JOHN: There isn’t a mobile phone.
(Sherlock slams his hands onto the arms of the chair and pulls his feet up under him so that
he’s perched on the seat.)
SHERLOCK: That’s what’s impossible. No mobile in her case, no mobile in her coat pocket.
JOHN: Well, maybe she doesn’t have one.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)