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SHERLOCK: Where are we?
JEFF: You know every street in London. You know exactly where we are.
SHERLOCK: Roland-Kerr Further Education College. Why here?
JEFF: It’s open; cleaners are in. One thing about being a cabbie: you always know a nice quiet
spot for a murder. I’m surprised more of us don’t branch out.
SHERLOCK: And you just walk your victims in? How?
(Jeff raises a pistol and points it at Sherlock. Sherlock rolls his eyes and turns his head away.)
SHERLOCK: Oh, dull.
JEFF: Don’t worry. It gets better.
SHERLOCK: You can’t make people take their own lives at gunpoint.
JEFF: I don’t. It’s much better than that.
(He lowers the gun.)
JEFF: Don’t need this with you, ’cause you’ll follow me.
(He confidently walks away. Sherlock sits for a moment, then grimaces in exasperation at
himself as he does just what Jeff predicted and gets out of the cab to follow the man.)

Back at 221B, John is alone in the flat. He appears to have decided to go home and walks
towards the living room door, then looks down and clenches his right hand as if realising that he
doesn’t have his walking cane. He looks round and sees the cane lying on top of a box of papers
next to the dining table and goes over to collect it. With its back to him, Sherlock’s notebook is
still on Mephone’s website and the clock is spinning on the screen while the site searches for
Jennifer Wilson’s phone. As John picks up the cane and heads for the door again, the computer
beeps triumphantly and a map appears on the screen and starts to zoom in on the new location
of the phone. John turns back as the computer beeps repeatedly. Going back to the table and
propping his cane against it, he picks up the notebook and looks at the screen, then he turns
and takes the notebook with him as he hurries out of the door and down the stairs, once again
forgetting to take his cane.

At Roland-Kerr College, Jeff opens the door of a room and stands aside so that Sherlock can go
in. Sherlock looks at him closely but steps inside the room, then Jeff releases the door and lets
it swing closed as he walks over to some switches on the wall and turns on the lights. The men
are in a large classroom which has long fixed wooden benches and free-standing plastic chairs.
Sherlock walks deeper into the room, looking around.
JEFF: Well, what do you think?
(Sherlock raises his hands and shrugs as if to ask, ‘What do I think about what?’)
JEFF: It’s up to you. You’re the one who’s gonna die ’ere.
(Sherlock turns back to him.)
SHERLOCK: No, I’m not.
JEFF: That’s what they all say.
(He gestures to one of the benches.)
JEFF: Shall we talk?
(Without waiting for a reply, he pulls out one of the chairs and sits down. Sherlock takes a chair
from the bench in front, flips it around and sits down opposite. He sighs dramatically while he
takes off his gloves and puts them into his coat pockets.)
SHERLOCK: Bit risky, wasn’t it? Took me away under the eye of about half a dozen policemen.
They’re not that stupid. And Mrs Hudson will remember you.
JEFF: You call that a risk? Nah.
(He reaches into the left pocket of his cardigan.)
JEFF: This is a risk.
(He takes out a small glass bottle with a screw top and puts it onto the table in front of him.
There is a single large capsule inside. Sherlock looks at it but doesn’t react in any way.)
JEFF: Ooh, I like this bit. ’Cause you don’t get it yet, do yer? But you’re about to. I just have to
do this.
(Reaching into his right pocket, he takes out an identical bottle containing an identical capsule
and puts it onto the table beside the first bottle.)
JEFF: You weren’t expecting that, were yer?
(He leans forward.)
JEFF: Ooh, you’re going to love this.
SHERLOCK: Love what?
JEFF (sitting back again): Sherlock ’olmes. Look at you! ’Ere in the flesh. That website of yours:
your fan told me about it.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)