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NOT-ANTHEA: Sir, shall we go?
MYCROFT: Interesting, that soldier fellow.
(Not-Anthea looks briefly at the departing boys, then turns her attention back to her
BlackBerry.)
MYCROFT: He could be the making of my brother – or make him worse than ever. Either way,
we’d better upgrade their surveillance status. Grade Three Active.
(Not-Anthea looks up from her phone.)
NOT-ANTHEA: Sorry, sir. Whose status?
(Mycroft intensely watches the departing men.)
MYCROFT: Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson.
(Hero!shot as our boys walk in slow motion towards the camera before turning and smiling at
each other as they mentally plan where and how many times they’re going to roger each other
senseless once they get home.)

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*blinks innocently* What? My transcript – my interpretation. If you don’t like it, write your own!

The Blind Banker

In the National Antiquities Museum, an ancient Chinese clay tea set has been arranged on a
tray. Oriental flute music is playing gently. A young Chinese woman, Soo Lin Yao, takes a large
pinch of tea leaves from a bowl and sprinkles them into a clay teapot before pouring water on
top of them. A group of children and a few adults are watching her demonstration.
SOO LIN: The great artisans say the more the teapot is used, the more beautiful it becomes.
(She has deliberately overfilled the pot so that when she picks up the lid and gently presses it
down into place, water spills out over the sides of the pot. Now she picks up a small jug and
pours more liquid over the top of the pot.)
SOO LIN: The pot is seasoned by repeatedly pouring tea over the surface. The deposit left on
the clay creates this beautiful patina over time.
(She holds up the wet teapot to show her audience how the pot is shining.)
SOO LIN: For some pots, the clay has been burnished by tea made over four hundred years
ago.

Some time later, the visitors have left and Soo Lin is gently drying and dusting off the tea set
with a brush.
TANNOY ANNOUNCEMENT: This museum will be closing in ten minutes.
(A young English male employee, Andy Galbraith, walks over. He stands behind her and
watches as she carefully packs the tea set into a box.)
Andy (in a joking tone): Four hundred years old, and they’re lettin’ you use it to make yourself
a brew!
SOO LIN (not turning around): Some things aren’t supposed to sit behind glass. They’re made
to be touched; to be handled.
(She turns and looks at him. Andy – who clearly has a massive crush on her – looks back at her
all doe-eyed. She turns back to the box and frowns.)
SOO LIN: These pots need attention. (She holds up a dry-looking pot with no shine on it.) The
clay is cracking.
ANDY: Well, I can’t see how a tiny splash of tea’s gonna help.
(He grins nervously.)
SOO LIN: Sometimes you have to look hard at something to see its value.
(She puts down the teapot as Andy steels himself to say something. Just as he opens his mouth
she lifts up another pot to show him.)
SOO LIN: See? This one shines a little brighter.
(Andy braces himself.)
ANDY: I don’t suppose ... um, I mean, I don’t suppose that you ... you wanna have a drink? (He
grimaces.) Not tea, obviously. Um, in a pub, with me, tonight ... umm.
(Soo Lin puts down the pot, not looking at him.)
SOO LIN: You wouldn’t like me all that much.
ANDY: Couldn’t I maybe decide that for myself?

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)