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(He turns and watches while Sherlock escorts Janine to the living room door and opens it for
her.)
SHERLOCK: Have a lovely day. Call me later.
(She turns back to him and fiddles with the edge of his jacket.)
JANINE (teasingly): I might do. I might call you – unless I meet someone prettier(!)
(They kiss, while John quickly turns away with his mouth in a startled ‘Ohhh!’ shape. As the
other two continue to kiss noisily, he stares pointedly towards the window, but then gives an
approving nod. Janine pulls back a little and whispers softly to Sherlock, their noses still
touching.)
JANINE: Solve me a crime, Sherlock Holmes.
(Grinning, she turns and leaves the room. Sherlock smiles as he watches her go ... and then his
smile abruptly drops and he closes the door. He walks back across the room.)
SHERLOCK: You know Magnussen as a newspaper owner, but he’s so much more than that.
(John frowns at him.)
SHERLOCK: He uses his power and wealth to gain information. The more he acquires, the
greater his wealth and power.
(He sits down at the dining table and opens his laptop.)
SHERLOCK: I’m not exaggerating when I say that he knows the critical pressure point on every
person of note or influence in the whole of the Western world and probably beyond. He is the
Napoleon of blackmail ...
(He pulls up a photograph of Magnussen’s home, together with a blueprint of the building.)
SHERLOCK: ... and he has created an unassailable architecture of forbidden knowledge. Its
name ...
(He turns the laptop to show the screen to John.)
SHERLOCK: ... is Appledore.
JOHN: Dinner.
SHERLOCK: Sorry, what, dinner?
JOHN: Me and Mary, coming for dinner ... with ... wine and ... sitting.
(Sherlock turns and stares at him for a moment.)
SHERLOCK: Seriously? I’ve just told you that the Western world is run from this house ... (he
points at the screen) ... and you want to talk about dinner?
JOHN: Fine, talk about the house.
(Sherlock throws him a look, then turns back to his laptop while John looks towards the door as
if he still can’t believe what he just witnessed, but eventually he turns back.)
SHERLOCK: It is the greatest repository of sensitive and dangerous information anywhere in the
world ... (he looks over his shoulder at John) ... the Alexandrian Library of secrets and scandals
– and none of it is on a computer. He’s smart – computers can be hacked. It’s all on hard copy
in vaults ... (he points at the rotating blueprint on the screen) ... underneath that house; and as
long as it is, the personal freedom of anyone you’ve ever met is a fantasy.
(There’s a knock on the living room door, followed by Mrs Hudson’s familiar, “Ooh-ooh!” The
door opens and she comes in.)
MRS HUDSON (pointing back down the stairs): Oh, that was the doorbell. Couldn’t you hear it?
SHERLOCK: It’s in the fridge. It kept ringing.
MRS HUDSON: Oh, that’s not a fault, Sherlock!
JOHN: Who is it?
(Mrs Hudson draws in an anxious breath.
Shortly afterwards she goes down the stairs to the bottom.)
MRS HUDSON: Mr Holmes said you can go right up.
(She looks nervously at whoever is waiting in the hall. We can’t immediately see who they are
but she’s clearly frightened by them because she flattens herself against the wall and almost
cringes as three men in dark suits walk up the stairs. Your transcriber remembers the last time
men in dark suits were in her house, and wibbles on her behalf.
As a fourth person walks towards the stairs, we are looking through his eyes. He can see not
only Mrs H but information about her, which reads:

MARTHA LOUISE HUDSON
(née SISSONS)

LANDLADY
WIDOW (SEE FILE)

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)