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JOHN: Is that my computer?
SHERLOCK (starting to type): Of course.
JOHN: What?!
SHERLOCK: Mine was in the bedroom.
[“The bedroom.” He said “the bedroom,” not “my bedroom.” Just sayin’. *whistles innocently*]
JOHN: What, and you couldn’t be bothered to get up?
(Sherlock doesn’t reply.)
JOHN (indignantly): It’s password protected!
SHERLOCK (still typing): In a manner of speaking. Took me less than a minute to guess yours.
(He glances up at John.) Not exactly Fort Knox.
JOHN (annoyed): Right, thank you.
(He walks over and slams the lid down. Sherlock pulls his fingers out of the way just in time.
John takes the laptop across the room and puts it down on the floor beside his armchair as he
sits down. Sherlock clasps his hands in the prayer position in front of his mouth as he props his
elbows on the table and looks thoughtful. John picks up a small pile of letters from the table
beside his chair and frowns.)
JOHN: Oh.
(He flicks through the letters, at least one of which appears to be a red bill which needs urgent
paying. He shakes his head in resignation.)
JOHN: Need to get a job.
SHERLOCK: Oh, dull.
(He seems to be lost in thought. John puts the letters back onto the table and looks across at
his friend for a moment, but then glances at the bills again and awkwardly sits forward.)
JOHN: Listen, um ... if you’d be able to lend me some ...
(He stops when he realises that Sherlock appears to be a world of his own.)
JOHN: Sherlock, are you listening?
SHERLOCK (without looking round): I need to go to the bank.
(He gets up and heads towards the stairs, taking his coat from the hook on the door as he goes
[so thankfully it was undamaged by that nasty man who was so carelessly flashing his sword
around. *pets the indestructible Coat*]. John frowns, then jumps up and hurries to join him.)

TOWER 42, OLD BROAD STREET. Sherlock leads John through revolving glass doors which lead
into Shad Sanderson Bank. John stares at the impressive foyer as he follows his friend.
JOHN: Yes, when you said we were going to the bank ...
(He gets onto an escalator behind Sherlock while the detective observes everything around him,
especially the security systems which have to have cards swiped across electronic readers in
order to open glass barrier gates. The boys reach the top of the escalator and Sherlock walks
over to the reception desk and addresses one of the receptionists.)
SHERLOCK: Sherlock Holmes.

A little later the boys have been shown into Sebastian Wilkes’ office and now he walks in and
grins at Sherlock.
SEBASTIAN: Sherlock Holmes.
SHERLOCK: Sebastian.
(They shake hands, Sebastian clasping Sherlock’s hand in both of his own.)
SEBASTIAN: Howdy, buddy. How long’s it been? Eight years since I last clapped eyes on you?
(Sherlock looks back at him with only marginally disguised dislike. Sebastian turns to look at
John.)
SHERLOCK: This is my friend, John Watson.
SEBASTIAN (latching on to the emphasised word): Friend?
JOHN: Colleague.
SEBASTIAN: Right.
(They shake hands, Sebastian looking at John curiously.)
SEBASTIAN: Right.
(He throws a brief look at Sherlock as if saying, ‘Didn’t think you had a friend!’ Grinning
unpleasantly, he momentarily scratches his neck and Sherlock’s gaze falls on his wristwatch.
Sebastian turns away, John pursing his lips as if he has taken an instant dislike to the man;
either that or he’s regretting correcting Sherlock.)
SEBASTIAN: Well, grab a pew. D’you need anything? Coffee, water?
(Sherlock shakes his head.)
JOHN: No.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)