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SHERLOCK (standing up and taking the phone from her): No, because it’s a duplicate that I had
made, into which you’ve just entered the numbers one oh five eight.
(He walks over to his chair in which she was just sitting and retrieves the real camera phone
from under the cushion.)
SHERLOCK: I assumed you’d choose something more specific than that but, um, thanks
anyway.
(He pulls up the “I AM ---- LOCKED” screen and types “1058” into the phone. He looks at her
smugly but then the phone beeps warningly and a message comes up reading: “WRONG
PASSCODE. 1 ATTEMPT REMAINING”. He stares in disbelief.)
IRENE: I told you that camera phone was my life. I know when it’s in my hand.
SHERLOCK: Oh, you’re rather good.
IRENE (smiling at him): You’re not so bad.
(She holds out her hand again and takes the phone from him. John frowns at the pair of them
while they have intense eyesex for the next few seconds.)
JOHN (abruptly): Hamish.
(They both turn to look at him.)
JOHN: John Hamish Watson – just if you were looking for baby names.
(Sherlock frowns in confusion.)
IRENE: There was a man – an MOD official. I knew what he liked.
(Walking a short distance away from the boys so they can’t see her screen or keypad, she types
in her real passcode and calls up a photo.)
IRENE: One of the things he liked was showing off. He told me this email was going to save the
world. He didn’t know it, but I photographed it. (She hands the phone to Sherlock.) He was a
bit tied up at the time. It’s a bit small on that screen – can you read it?
(Sherlock sits down on the other side of the table to John and narrows his eyes at the
photograph. The top of the email – possibly the subject line – reads:

007 Confirmed allocation

Underneath in smaller print is a string of numbers:

4C12C45F13E13G60A60B61F34G34J60D12H33K34K

SHERLOCK: Yes.
IRENE: A code, obviously. I had one of the best cryptographers in the country take a look at it –
though he was mostly upside down, as I recall. Couldn’t figure it out.
(Sherlock leans forward, concentrating on the screen.)
IRENE: What can you do, Mr Holmes?
(She leans over his shoulder.)
IRENE: Go on. Impress a girl.
(Time slows down as she begins to lean towards him. Oblivious to her approach, the numbers in
the code race through Sherlock’s mind and begin to form into shapes for him. Opposite him,
John has taken a drink of tea and is lowering his mug in slow motion towards the table. By the
time the mug reaches the table and Irene has leaned in and kissed Sherlock’s cheek, he has
already solved it. His eyes drift momentarily in her direction as she pulls back smiling, but then
he concentrates on the screen again.)
SHERLOCK (speaking rapidly): There’s a margin for error but I’m pretty sure there’s a Seven
Forty-Seven leaving Heathrow tomorrow at six thirty in the evening for Baltimore. Apparently
it’s going to save the world. Not sure how that can be true but give me a moment; I’ve only
been on the case for eight seconds.
(He looks at John’s blank face in front of him, then glances round at Irene who hasn’t even fully
straightened up yet.)
SHERLOCK: Oh, come on. It’s not code. These are seat allocations on a passenger jet. Look ...
(He shows the screen to John.)
SHERLOCK (quick fire): There’s no letter ‘I’ because it can be mistaken for a ‘1’; no letters past
‘K’ – the width of the plane is the limit. The numbers always appear randomly and not in
sequence but the letters have little runs of sequence all over the place – families and couples
sitting together. Only a Jumbo is wide enough to need the letter ‘K’ or rows past fifty-five, which
is why there’s always an upstairs. There’s a row thirteen, which eliminates the more
superstitious airlines. Then there’s the style of the flight number – zero zero seven – that
eliminates a few more; and assuming a British point of origin, which would be logical

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)