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             (She hesitates, but then briefly glances towards him.)
             SOO LIN: I can’t. I’m sorry. Please stop asking.
             (She closes the box.)

             A little later, the main entrance doors to the museum are closed for the night and most of the
             lights are turned off. Down in the basement archive, Soo Lin is in one of the stacks, presumably
             putting her equipment away. There’s a noise nearby.
             SOO LIN (calling out): Is that Security?
             (There’s no response, and after an anxious pause she walks out of the stacks and looks
             around.)
             SOO LIN: Hello?
             (To her right, a tall and narrow object is covered with a white sheet which billows in a breeze.
             She nervously walks closer to the object, then hesitantly takes hold of the sheet and pulls it
             down. Whatever she sees underneath makes her face fill with horror and fear.)

             Opening titles.

             SUPERMARKET. John Watson is standing at one of two self-service checkouts, scanning items
             from his basket. A short queue has formed behind him. John scans another item.
             AUTOMATED VOICE: Unexpected item in bagging area. Please try again.

             221B BAKER STREET. In the living room of the flat, Sherlock Holmes is under attack from a
             heavily robed figure whose face and head are almost completely shrouded in a variety of
             scarves. As the attacker slashes at him with a curved sword, Sherlock backs up carefully and
             ducks this way and that to avoid the blows. The man backs Sherlock up as far as the sofa and
             takes another swing at him. Ducking under the sword, Sherlock drops onto the sofa in a sitting
             position. The attacker lifts his sword above his head with both hands and Sherlock raises a leg,
             kicking hard at the man’s chest and shoving him backwards. As the man stumbles back across
             the room, Sherlock gets to his feet and takes an all-important moment to straighten his jacket
             before charging across the room towards the man.

             In the supermarket, John holds a lettuce in a plastic bag and moves it slowly across the scanner
             in an attempt to get it to read the barcode.
             AUTOMATED VOICE: Item not scanned. Please try again.
             (John straightens up, staring at the device in exasperation.)
             JOHN: D’you think you could keep your voice down?

             In the flat, the attacker has his sword held horizontally in both hands and is pushing Sherlock
             backwards into the kitchen. With a tight grip on the man’s wrists, Sherlock falls back onto the
             kitchen table and the man follows him down, trying to press the edge of the blade into
             Sherlock’s throat. Grimacing with the effort, Sherlock pushes the man’s right wrist upwards to
             keep the blade from cutting him. The point of the sword begins to dig into the table to
             Sherlock’s right. Sherlock raises his left leg and knees the man in the side several times and, as
             this begins to weaken the man’s grip, Sherlock forces himself upwards again. The sword tip
             gouges a long slash across the top of the table.

             In the supermarket, John has at last got everything scanned and has inserted his credit or debit
             card into the chip-and-PIN machine. He types in his PIN and waits.
             AUTOMATED VOICE: Card not authorised. Please use an alternative method of payment.
             JOHN: Yes, all right! I’ve got it!
             AUTOMATED VOICE: Card not authorised. Please use an alternative method of payment.
             (The man in the queue behind him has already picked up his own basket in expectation of
             getting to the scanner soon. John reaches towards his back pocket but apparently realises that
             he has no other way of paying.)
             JOHN: Got nothing.
             (He points at the machine.)
             JOHN: Right, keep it. Keep that.
             (As the man behind him looks on in surprise, John angrily walks away, abandoning his shopping
             and quite possibly his card as well.)




                                                            Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)
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