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(Greg has his feet up on the desk and is drinking coffee and eating a pastry.)
LESTRADE (with his mouth full): Not our division.
DONOVAN: You’ll want it.

At the White Tower, Jim scrolls through the apps on his phone and selects the English piggy
bank. The piggy bank breaks open to reveal many gold coins, and digital code streams out into
the air. At the Bank of England, the Director looks down at the cup of tea he is holding as the
liquid inside begins to shimmer and the building vibrates gently.
BANK DIRECTOR: The vault!
(Alarms blare and his screen flashes the alarm “VAULT OPENING”. A graphic on the screen
shows the door to the vault swinging slowly open. The Director’s jaw drops and he stares in
disbelief, his tea cup slowly tilting in his hand until the tea pours out into his lap.)

Greg is driving Sally over a bridge across the river with sirens blaring. Sally has just got an
update on her phone.
LESTRADE: Hacked into the Tower of bloody London security?! How?!
(Sally’s phone rings and she answers it.)
LESTRADE: Tell them we’re already on our way.
DONOVAN: There’s been another one; another break-in.
(Greg stares across at her while she listens.)
DONOVAN: Bank of England!

At the White Tower, Jim is chomping on his gum while he flamboyantly scrawls a message onto
the glass of the display case with a white crayon. Finishing the message – which we can’t yet
clearly see – he draws a smiley face inside the letter “O.” Lifting his phone once more, he
selects the app with the prisoner on it. The bars over the prisoner lift away and the striped top
which the icon is wearing turns into a plain black one, then the image changes to a keyhole.
Digital code streams out into the air. In Pentonville Prison, the governor is just lifting his mug to
his mouth when alarms begin to sound. A prison warder bursts into the room.
PRISON WARDER: Sir, security’s down, sir. It’s failing!
(The governor surges to his feet, accidentally sweeping his mug off the table and onto the
floor.)

On the road, Sally gets another phonecall. Greg looks across to her.
LESTRADE: What is it now?
DONOVAN: Pentonville Prison!
(Greg stares at her in disbelief.)
LESTRADE: Oh no!

At the White Tower, Jim holds his piece of chewing gum between his teeth and pulls the end of
it out towards the case and sticks it onto the glass. Leaving the whole piece of gum stuck there,
he takes a tiny diamond from a box and, grinning manically, carefully presses the jewel into the
gum. Turning away from the case, he slips off his jacket and drops it to the floor, revealing a
plain white V-necked T-shirt underneath, then raises his arms upwards either side above his
head in an almost balletic flourish. Outside, police cars and vans begin to pour into the Tower
grounds. Jim continues to dance around the White Tower while outside, the last of the tourists
are hustled out of the building. Pulling black leather mitts onto his hands, Jim goes to the wall
and picks up a fire extinguisher. Outside, armed police leap out of a van and run into the Tower.
Inside, Jim dances dramatically towards the case, raises the fire extinguisher with the bottom
end pointed towards the glass and, grinning happily, rams it towards the chewing gum and
diamond. The glass shatters around the impact point. The armed police charge through the
metal detector, repeatedly setting off the alarm. Jim smashes the extinguisher into the glass a
couple more times and eventually the entire pane disintegrates and falls to the floor.
Greg’s car screams into the grounds and he and Sally jump out and race into the White Tower.
Inside, the armed police disable the lock to the door and it swings open. They charge inside and
are greeted by the sight of Jim Moriarty sitting on the throne inside the case, wearing an ermine
trimmed robe, the crown on his head, the orb between his knees and holding the sceptre across
his lap, with his earphones still in. He has his eyes closed in bliss as the music comes to an end.
He opens his eyes and smiles at the new arrivals.
JIM (calmly): No rush.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)