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(Greg opens the door and leads Sherlock and Molly down the stairs into the basement. At the
foot of the stairs, a large hole has been knocked through the brickwork of one wall. They go
through the hole and Greg switches on the mobile lighting which has been set up in the room.
As he switches on more lights, the “skeleton mystery” which Sherlock had been reading earlier
is revealed. A white-painted wooden table is at the far end of the room and seated on a chair
behind it is a skeleton dressed in an old-fashioned suit. There is a carafe and a glass and what
looks like a writing set on the table in front of it. The corpse is holding a syringe in one skeletal
hand. Frowning, Sherlock is already zooming in on details of the scene before he walks across
the room, lays his pouch of tools on the table and gets to work, examining the corpse in minute
detail. Molly stands nearby, her notebook open and pen poised. Sherlock sniffs at the body and
tries to decide what he is picking up:

PINE?
SPRUCE?
CEDAR
NEW MOTHBALLS

The writing in his mind turns into mothballs and bounces away. Moving on, he sniffs again:

Carbon particulate

He sniffs more deeply:

Fire Damage

The writing burns away. He straightens up and shuts his magnifier.)
MOLLY: What is it?
(Sherlock gets out his phone and holds it up high to try and get a signal.)
MOLLY: You’re on to something, aren’t you?
SHERLOCK: Mm, maybe.
(John’s voice sounds in his head and the words he speaks appear in Sherlock’s mind.

SHOW OFF

SHERLOCK (in a whisper): Shut up, John.
(Greg’s eyes flicker across to him.)
MOLLY: What?
SHERLOCK: Hmm? Nothing.
(He walks around to the other side of the table and continues his investigations.)

At the surgery, Mary walks into John’s office wearing her coat and scarf. She goes across to
where he is sitting at his desk.
MARY (smiling): Hello.
JOHN: Mmm.
MARY: You sure?
JOHN: I’m sure.
MARY: Okay. I’m late for Cath. I’ll see you later.
(She bends down and kisses him, then turns and leaves.)
JOHN: ’Bye.
MARY: ’Bye.

CRIME SCENE. Sherlock carefully uses tweezers to lift the lapel of the skeleton’s jacket. Molly
still stands some distance away waiting to write anything down. Greg leans close to Sherlock
and speaks softly.
LESTRADE (glancing towards Molly): This gonna be your new arrangement, is it?
SHERLOCK: Just giving it a go.
LESTRADE: Right. So, John?
SHERLOCK: Not really in the picture any more.
(He moves away from the table and turns back to look at the whole picture. Cement dust drifts
down from the ceiling as a distant rumbling can be heard.)

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)