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Back in the reception area, Sebastian shows them a screen on a computer which has a layout of
the trading floor and its surrounding offices. Each indicated door has a light against it showing
its security status.
SEBASTIAN: Every door that opens in this bank, it gets logged right here. Every walk-in
cupboard, every toilet.
SHERLOCK: That door didn’t open last night.
SEBASTIAN: There’s a hole in our security. Find it and we’ll pay you – five figures.
(He reaches into the breast pocket of his jacket and takes out a cheque.)
SEBASTIAN: This is an advance. Tell me how he got in, there’s a bigger one on its way.
SHERLOCK: I don’t need an incentive, Sebastian.
(He walks away. John watches him go, then turns to Sebastian.)
JOHN: He’s, uh, he’s kidding you, obviously.
(He holds out his hand.)
JOHN: Sh-shall I look after that for him?
(Sebastian hands him the cheque.)
JOHN: Thanks.
(He looks at the figure on the cheque and shakes his head in disbelief that this is only the
advance.)

Sherlock has returned to Sir William’s office and is taking photographs on his mobile phone of
the graffiti. Once he has taken several pictures he turns around, the symbols still floating in
front of his mind’s eye. He looks to his right where the floor-to-ceiling windows show an
impressive view of the nearby Swiss Re Tower, better known as ‘The Gherkin.’ Frowning and
looking away in thought for a moment, he then walks over to the windows and pulls up the
blinds which are covering what is revealed to be a door onto a small balcony. Opening the door
he goes out onto the balcony and looks at the spectacular view over London before looking
down at the very long drop to the ground hundreds of feet below. Viewers who’ve seen Season
2 whimper quietly. Sherlock looks along the balcony and bites his lip thoughtfully before
heading back inside.

Shortly afterwards, Sherlock is dancing. On the trading floor he has ducked down behind a desk
and now rises slowly upright, staring in concentration at the glass doorway to Sir William’s
office. He then ducks sideways and hurries across the floor, to the bemusement of a Random
Sexy Extra and other traders. Sherlock continues to scamper around the floor, frequently
scurrying sideways and ducking down behind desks before popping up again and peering at the
doorway. He dances across the floor again and twirls around a column [please note how our
super-strong Sherlock knocks it sideways!] before backing towards an office on the other side of
the floor. Stopping in that doorway, he wiggles about, his eyes still fixed on Sir William’s office,
then turns and goes into the office and heads to the other side of the desk. Standing directly
behind the chair of whoever works in that room, he sees that he has a clear view of the top of
the painting and the new yellow slash across the portrait’s eyes. He dances sideways across the
room before coming back to his previous position, confirming that this is the only place on the
trading floor from where the damaged portrait can be seen. Looking around the room for some
identification, he eventually goes to the door where two signs are attached to the outside, one
showing that this is the office of the Hong Kong Desk Head, and the sign above it giving the
name of that person – Edward Van Coon. He slides the top sign out of its holder and heads off.

Not long afterwards, Sherlock is leading John back towards the escalators.
JOHN: Two trips around the world this month. You didn’t ask his secretary; you said that just to
irritate him.
(Sherlock smiles but doesn’t respond.)
JOHN: How did you know?
SHERLOCK: Did you see his watch?
(Brief flashback to Sherlock looking at Sebastian’s wrist while he scratched his neck.)
JOHN: His watch?
SHERLOCK: The time was right but the date was wrong. Said two days ago. Crossed the
dateline twice but he didn’t alter it.
JOHN: Within a month? How’d you get that part?
SHERLOCK: New Breitling.
(Flashback close-up on the watch showing its brand name: Breitling Chronometre Crosswind.)
SHERLOCK: Only came out this February.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)