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The Lucky Cat. The shop and flat are clearly located in London’s Chinatown. When nobody
answers his ring, he rummages in his pockets, takes out an envelope and pen and scribbles a
note on the envelope before bending down to the letterbox and pushing it through. He walks
away.

In a doctor’s surgery, Doctor Sarah Sawyer is reading John’s printed Curriculum Vitae. She
looks up at John sitting opposite her.
SARAH: Just locum work.
JOHN: No, that’s fine.
SARAH: You’re, um ... well, you’re a bit over-qualified.
JOHN (smiling): Er, I could always do with the money.
SARAH: Well, we’ve got two away on holiday this week, and one’s just left to have a baby.
Might be a bit mundane for you.
JOHN: Er, no; mundane is good sometimes. Mundane works.
SARAH (softly): It says here you were a soldier.
JOHN: And a doctor.
(He smiles at her again. Sarah looks down. She clearly fancies him and will therefore have to be
killed as soon as possible.)
SARAH: Anything else you can do?
JOHN: I learned the clarinet at school.
SARAH: Oh! (She laughs.) Well, I look forward to it!
(John laughs. She smiles flirtatiously at him and will therefore have to be killed as soon as
possible. Did I mention that already?)

221B. Sherlock has printed out the photographs of the graffiti near and across Sir William’s
portrait and has stuck them around the mirror above the fireplace. He is sitting on one of the
dining chairs with his back to the dining table. He has his fingers steepled under his chin and is
staring at the photos while various symbols in different languages flash in front of his mind’s
eye. John walks in from the landing and drops his jacket onto his armchair.
SHERLOCK (without looking round): I said, “Could you pass me a pen?”
(John looks around the living room as if expecting that Sherlock is talking to someone else.)
JOHN: What? When?
SHERLOCK: ’Bout an hour ago.
(John sighs.)
JOHN: Didn’t notice I’d gone out, then.
(He picks up a pen from the table beside his chair and, without even looking at Sherlock, tosses
the pen in his direction. Sherlock lifts his left hand and catches it without looking away from the
photographs on the wall. John walks over to the mirror to look more closely at the photos.)
JOHN: Yeah, I went to see about a job at that surgery.
SHERLOCK: How was it?
JOHN (absently): It’s great. She’s great.
SHERLOCK: Who?
JOHN (looking round to him): The job.
SHERLOCK: “She”?
JOHN: ... It.
(Sherlock looks at him suspiciously for a moment, clearly agreeing with me that ‘she’ will have
to be killed as soon as possible, then jerks his head to his right.)
SHERLOCK: Here, have a look.
JOHN: Hmm?
(He walks over to the table and looks at the web page on the open computer. The lead article
on the ‘Online News’ page is headlined, “Ghostly killer leaves a mystery for police.” Next to it is
a photograph of the bald man, and the article reads: An intruder who can walk through walls
murdered a man in his London apartment last night. Brian Lukis, 41, a freelance journalist from
Earl’s Court was found shot in his fourth floor flat but all his doors and windows were locked and
there were no apparent signs of a break in. A police spokesman said they are still uncertain how
the assailant broke in...)
JOHN: The ‘intruder who can walk through walls.’
SHERLOCK: Happened last night. Journalist shot dead in his flat; doors locked, windows bolted
from the inside – exactly the same as Van Coon.
JOHN (straightening up and looking at his flatmate): God. You think ...
SHERLOCK: He’s killed another one.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)