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(He turns back to the women and John has gone again.)
SHERLOCK: So – what was it he was looking for?
(He turns his head to Gail.)
SHERLOCK: Job.
GAIL: Gardener. (She is now wearing a pale jumper and overalls.)
CHARLOTTE: Cook. (She’s wearing a cook’s jacket and hat.)
TESSA (now back in her uniform): Private nurse.
ROBYN: I do security work. (She’s wearing a security officer’s uniform.)
VICKY (also wearing the appropriate outfit for her job): Maid.
(Sherlock looks down for a brief moment, then raises his head.)
SHERLOCK: Obvious. You all work for the same person!
(In 221B, he moves from laptop to laptop, typing onto each one, and in the Council Chamber
information rapidly scrolls across the face of each of the women in turn. His research goes on
for some time but finally, in the Council Chamber, he sighs.)
SHERLOCK: No, not the same employer. Damn.
(He screws his eyes closed.)
SHERLOCK: Come on. We can do this.
(He opens his eyes and looks towards Gail.)
SHERLOCK: Ideal night out.
GAIL: Clay pigeon shooting.
CHARLOTTE: Line dancing.
TESSA (shrugging): Pictures?
ROBYN: Wine in front of the telly.
VICKY (smiling quirkily at him): Dungeon.
(Sherlock shakes his head in disbelief. He turns his head to the front and shuts his eyes for a
moment, then turns to Gail again.)
SHERLOCK: Make-up.
GAIL: Clarins.
CHARLOTTE: No. 7.
TESSA: Maybelline.
ROBYN: Nothing special.
VICKY: Whatever’s cheap.
SHERLOCK: Perfume.
GAIL: Chanel.
CHARLOTTE: Chanel.
TESSA: Chanel.
(Sherlock’s face lights up with hope as he turns to Robyn.)
ROBYN: Chanel.
VICKY: Estée Lauder.
(He shakes his head disappointedly at her, then looks directly at Tessa.)
SHERLOCK: Ideal man?
TESSA (looking off into the distance with a whimsical smile): George Clooney?
(She grins at him. He rolls his eyes.)
SHERLOCK: Oh, no.
GAIL: Home-loving.
CHARLOTTE: He’d have to like cuddling.
ROBYN: Caring.
VICKY: Ten things. (She holds up her thumb.) One: someone who isn’t competitive with other
men.
(Sherlock frowns at her, looking aghast.)
VICKY (holding up her forefinger): Two: someone who isn’t constantly trying to define himself
by his masculinity ...
(Sherlock holds up his hand to her. She freezes. He closes his fingers and thumb together and
there’s a beep from a computer. Sherlock looks up above the women.)
SHERLOCK: There’s a unifying factor. There has to be.
(He lowers his hand and frowns.)
SHERLOCK: None of you reported anything stolen.
(He looks down, then raises his eyes and points at the women one by one but this time not
going straight round the semi-circle. Presumably he is working in the order in which the ‘ghost’
dated the women.)

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)