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SHERLOCK (to John): Check the rest of the house. See how they got in.
(John heads off and Sherlock takes the item which he just stole from the safe out of his pocket
and flips it nonchalantly into the air before catching it again.)
SHERLOCK: Well, that’s the knighthood in the bag.
IRENE: Ah. And that’s mine.
(She holds out her hand. Ignoring her, Sherlock switches on the security lock on the phone he’s
holding. It requires four letters or numbers to activate it and it has “I AM” above the four
spaces and “LOCKED” below them.)
SHERLOCK: All the photographs are on here, I presume.
IRENE: I have copies, of course.
SHERLOCK: No you don’t. You’ll have permanently disabled any kind of uplink or connection.
Unless the contents of this phone are provably unique, you wouldn’t be able to sell them.
IRENE (lowering her hand): Who said I’m selling?
SHERLOCK (looking at the dead and unconscious bodies lying on the floor): Well, why would
they be interested? Whatever’s on the phone, it’s clearly not just photographs.
IRENE: That camera phone is my life, Mr Holmes. I’d die before I let you take it. (She walks
closer and holds her hand out again.) It’s my protection.
JOHN (calling out): Sherlock!
SHERLOCK (pulling the phone back and looking at Irene pointedly): It was.
(He turns and leaves the room. She chases after him.
Upstairs in the bedroom, John is kneeling over the silent figure of Kate lying on the floor.
Putting his ear to her mouth to check her breathing, he straightens up and takes her pulse.
Standing up, he goes into the en suite bathroom and looks at the open window in there.
Sherlock comes into the bedroom followed by Irene.)
JOHN: Must have come in this way.
SHERLOCK: Clearly.
(He goes into the bathroom to look out of the window as Irene walks anxiously towards Kate.)
JOHN: It’s all right. She’s just out cold.
IRENE: Well, God knows she’s used to that. There’s a back door. Better check it, Doctor
Watson.
(Sherlock has come out of the bathroom and nods to him.)
JOHN: Sure.
(He leaves the room. Irene goes over to the dressing table, opens a drawer and covertly takes a
syringe out of it. Sherlock is looking at the camera phone and doesn’t notice.)
SHERLOCK: You’re very calm.
(She looks round at him blankly.)
SHERLOCK: Well, your booby trap did just kill a man.
IRENE: He would have killed me. It was self defence in advance.
(Walking across to Sherlock, she strokes her hand down his left arm. As he looks down at her
hand she steps around behind him and stabs the syringe into his right arm. He gasps and spins
around, trying to grab at his arm.)
SHERLOCK: What? What is that? What ...?
(As his face turns towards her again, she slaps him hard. He stumbles and falls to the floor. She
holds out her hand to him.)
IRENE: Give it to me. Now. Give it to me.
(Sherlock’s vision is going fuzzy. Grunting, he tries to get back to his feet.)
SHERLOCK: No.
IRENE: Give it to me.
(Starting to lose control of his muscles, Sherlock slumps to his hands and knees, still holding
onto the phone.)
SHERLOCK: No.
IRENE: Oh, for goodness’ sake.
(She picks up her riding crop from the dressing table and wields it at him.)
IRENE: Drop it.
(Sherlock continues trying to struggle to his feet.)
IRENE: I ... (she thrashes him) ... said ... (she thrashes him again) ... drop it.
(She strikes him a third time and he falls to the floor, unintentionally dropping the phone.)
IRENE: Ah. Thank you, dear.
(As he lies on his back unable to move, she picks up the phone and types on it, standing over
Sherlock and looking down at him smugly.)

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)