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ROBYN: He was sweet.
VICKY: He had a lovely ...
JOHN: You okay?
(John is suddenly standing beside Sherlock. Sherlock raises his hand towards Vicky and there’s
a beep as she freezes and falls silent. He lowers his hand and turns his head to John, and the
two of them are now standing in the living room of 221B. John looks down at the coffee table
which has six laptops open on it. One of them is showing a typed message reading, “VICKY: He
had a lovely ...” Also on the table is a plate containing a slice of gammon steak with a pineapple
slice on top of it, a fried egg and some chips.)
JOHN: Let your food go cold. Mrs Hudson’ll play hell.
SHERLOCK: Not now, John.
(Unbuttoning his jacket, he squats down to the coffee table and types onto the laptop which is
showing Vicky’s message. The screen is on the website I DATED A GHOST.COM and he and
Vicky are writing on its forum. His message comes up reading, “SHERLOCK: Sorry about that.”
Back in the Council Chamber, Sherlock’s hand is raised to Vicky but now he lowers it.)
SHERLOCK: Sorry about that.
(The beep sounds again.)
VICKY: He had a lovely manner.
(Sherlock looks away.)
SHERLOCK: Different names, different addresses.
(He turns to Gail.)
SHERLOCK: Describe him.
GAIL: Short blond hair.
CHARLOTTE: Dark hair – long.
ROBYN: Ginger. (She shrugs.) I like gingers.
VICKY: Couldn’t tell.
(Sherlock gives her a querying look.)
VICKY (in a laid-back way, signifying that it was nothing unusual): He had a mask on.
(Sherlock looks away.
Without transition he is standing at the side of the Chairman’s bench, holding a newspaper and
quickly turning the pages until he reaches the Obituaries page.)
SHERLOCK: He’s stealing the identity of corpses ...
(He works through a different newspaper to its Obituaries page. He zooms in on a message
announcing the death of a Michael James Heaney.)
SHERLOCK: ... getting the names from the Obituary columns.
(He picks up another newspaper from the pile beside him and turns to the relevant page.)
SHERLOCK: All single men. He’s using the dead man’s flat under the assumption it’ll be empty
for a while.
(He raises his head.)
SHERLOCK: Free love nest.
GAIL (looking down, appalled): I feel sick.
ROBYN: It’s gruesome.
CHARLOTTE: That’s awful.
VICKY (looking impressed): Clever!
TESSA: Bastard!
(Sherlock – now standing in front of the women again – turns his head to see that Tessa is now
standing between Charlotte and Robyn.
In 221B, Sherlock’s head turns at a beep from another laptop lying on one of the dining chairs.
He goes across to it, where Tessa’s message on the forum reads, “TESSA: BASTARD!” He types
onto that computer and his message appears reading, “SHERLOCK: Hello Tessa”.
In the Council Chamber, Sherlock greets her. She’s wearing casual clothes and a long cardigan.)
SHERLOCK: Hello, Tessa.
(She looks at him angrily.)
SHERLOCK: Meanwhile, back to business. No-one wants to use a dead man’s home.
(Vicky shrugs as if she’s not bothered. Sherlock throws her a disapproving look.)
SHERLOCK: ... Least not until it’s been cleared. So, he disguises himself, steals the man’s
home, steals his identity.
JOHN (suddenly beside him in the chamber again): But only for one night.
(Sherlock turns to look at him.)
JOHN: Then he’s gone.
SHERLOCK: He’s not a ghost, John. He’s a mayfly. He lives for a day.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)