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MOLLY: Trains?
SHERLOCK: Trains.
(He drops into a squat and calls up a mental compass showing the orientation of the room.
Steepling his fingers in front of his mouth he zooms in on the corpse. Molly walks across to the
body and starts to look closely at the bones in its neck. Sherlock stands up and walks over to
join her.)
MOLLY: Male, forty to fifty.
(She looks round at Sherlock.)
MOLLY: Ooh, sorry, did you want to be ...?
SHERLOCK: Er, no, please. Be my guest.
(John’s voice sounds in his mind again.)
JOHN (voiceover): You jealous?
(His second word appears simultaneously in front of Sherlock’s mind’s eye.)

JEALOUS?

SHERLOCK (angrily, through gritted teeth): Shut up!
(Molly glances nervously at Greg. Sherlock takes out his magnifier to look more closely at the
hand holding the syringe while Molly continues investigating the skeleton.)
MOLLY: Doesn’t make sense.
LESTRADE: What doesn’t?
(Sherlock gently blows away the dust around the hand and continues blowing towards the edge
of the table.)
MOLLY: This skeleton – it’s ... it can’t be any more than ...
SHERLOCK and MOLLY (simultaneously): ... six months old.
(Sherlock has found a hidden compartment in the side of the table and he opens it and slides
out a book from inside it. He blows the dust from the cover, gives it a sarcastic glance and
shows it to Molly. Scrawled across the cover are the words:

How I Did It
By
Jack the Ripper

MOLLY: Wow!
SHERLOCK: Hmm.
(He flamboyantly drops the book onto the table. Greg leans forward to peer at the cover.)
LESTRADE: “How I Did It” by Jack the Ripper?!
SHERLOCK: Mm-hm.
MOLLY: It’s impossible!
SHERLOCK: Welcome to my world.
(Greg grins with delight. As Sherlock leans down to repack his pouch of tools, John’s voice
sounds in his head.

SMART ARSE

Sherlock grimaces, flailing towards his own head.)
SHERLOCK (quietly, through clenched teeth): Get out.
(Continuing to repack his pouch, he talks more loudly to Molly and a grinning Greg.)
SHERLOCK: I won’t insult your intelligence by explaining it to you.
LESTRADE: No, please – insult away!
(Sherlock has already picked up his pouch and is heading for the door but he stops when his
internal John throws in another comment:

You forgot to put your collar up

Appearing confused and disoriented by this internal commentary, Sherlock turns back to the
others.)
SHERLOCK: The-the-the corpse is-is six months old; it’s dressed in a shoddy Victorian outfit
from a museum. It’s been displayed on a dummy for many years in a case facing south-east

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)