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JOHN: Okay. So d’you think we should sniff around here for a bit longer?
SHERLOCK: Got everything I need to know already, thanks.
JOHN: Hmm?
SHERLOCK: That graffiti was a message for someone at the bank working on the trading floors.
We find the intended recipient and ...
(He deliberately trails off, allowing John to finish the sentence.)
JOHN: ... they’ll lead us to the person who sent it.
SHERLOCK: Obvious.
JOHN: Well, there’s three hundred people up there. Who was it meant for?
SHERLOCK: Pillars.
JOHN: What?
SHERLOCK: Pillars and the screens. Very few places you can see that graffiti from. That narrows
the field considerably. And of course the message was left at eleven thirty-four last night. That
tells us a lot.
JOHN: Does it?
(Sherlock continues talking as he and John go through the revolving doors and out onto the
street.)
SHERLOCK: Traders come to work at all hours. Some trade with Hong Kong in the middle of the
night. That message was intended for someone who came in at midnight.
(He holds up the name card to show John.)
SHERLOCK: Not many Van Coons in the phonebook.
(He spots what he immediately needs and calls out loudly.)
SHERLOCK: Taxi!

After a taxi ride, they are outside a block of flats and Sherlock presses the door buzzer marked
‘Van Coon’. Releasing it, he looks into the security camera above the buzzers, waits a couple of
seconds, then presses the buzzer again. There’s no response.
JOHN: So what do we do now? Sit here and wait for him to come back?
(Sherlock has looked at the number of buzzers on the wall and steps back to look up the front
of the building, presumably calculating the layout of the flats inside. He comes back to the wall
and looks at John triumphantly.)
SHERLOCK: Just moved in.
JOHN: What?
SHERLOCK: The floor above. New label.
(He points to another buzzer which has a handwritten label saying, ‘Wintle’.)
JOHN: Could have just replaced it.
(Sherlock presses that buzzer, then looks at John again.)
SHERLOCK: No-one ever does that.
(A woman’s voice comes over the intercom.)
MS WINTLE: Hello?
(Sherlock turns to the camera and smiles, putting on a ‘I’m just a normal harmless human
being’ voice.)
SHERLOCK: Hi! Um, I live in the flat just below you. I-I don’t think we’ve met.
(He grins prettily into the camera.)
MS WINTLE (over intercom): No, well, uh, I’ve just moved in.
(Sherlock turns to throw a brief ‘told you so’ glance at John, then turns back to the camera.)
SHERLOCK: Actually, I’ve just locked my keys in my flat.
(He grimaces and bites his lip plaintively.)
MS WINTLE: D’you want me to buzz you in?
SHERLOCK: Yeah. And can I use your balcony?
MS WINTLE: What?

Not long afterwards, Sherlock has flirted his way into the lucky Ms Wintle’s flat and is standing
on her balcony. He looks over the side to the ground several floors below. Luckily for him, he is
on the top floor where the flats have balconies which only run halfway across the front of the
flat, whereas the floor below has full-width balconies. He climbs over the side of Ms Wintle’s
balcony and drops down onto the one outside Van Coon’s flat. Taking another look over the
edge, he turns and reaches for the handle of the door and finds that it is unlocked, which is a
jolly good thing or he’d still be sitting there now waiting for Lestrade to turn up with many many
colleagues who would want to take photographs of him stranded out there. He goes inside and
walks across the very elegantly decorated living room. This is clearly the apartment of a

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)