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JOHN: Just formalities: fingerprints, charge sheet; and I’ve gotta be in Magistrates Court on
Tuesday.
SHERLOCK (absently, having clearly not heard a word): What?
JOHN (angrily): Me, Sherlock, in court on Tuesday. (He puts on a rough London accent.)
They’re givin’ me an ASBO!
SHERLOCK (still not paying any attention): Good. Fine.
JOHN (tightly): You wanna tell your little pal he’s welcome to go and own up any time.
SHERLOCK (slamming his book shut): This symbol: I still can’t place it.
(Turning and putting down the book, he walks over to John who has just started to take off his
jacket, and pulls the jacket back onto his shoulders.)
SHERLOCK: No, I need you to go to the police station ...
JOHN (indignantly as Sherlock turns him around and steers him towards the door): Oi, oi, oi!
SHERLOCK: ... ask about the journalist.
JOHN (exasperated): Oh, Jesus!
SHERLOCK (grabbing his own coat from the back of the door): His personal effects will have
been impounded. Get hold of his diary, or something that will tell us his movements.
(They go downstairs and out onto the street.)
SHERLOCK: Gonna go and see Van Coon’s P.A. If we retrace their steps, somewhere they’ll
coincide.
(He walks off down the street. John sees a taxi coming around the corner and hails it. As it pulls
over to the kerb he sees an Oriental-looking woman with dark hair and wearing dark sunglasses
standing on the other side of the road and taking a photograph. Her camera is aimed in his
direction. He bends to the taxi driver’s window.)
JOHN: Scotland Yard.
TAXI DRIVER: Right.
(John gets into the back of the taxi and glances round to the other side of the road as he sits
down. There is no sign of the woman.)

SHAD SANDERSON BANK. Sherlock is in Van Coon’s office standing beside his personal
assistant, Amanda, who is looking at an online calendar.
AMANDA: Flew back from Dalian Friday. Looks like he had back-to-back meetings with the sales
team.
SHERLOCK: Can you print me up a copy?
AMANDA: Sure.
SHERLOCK: What about the day he died? Can you tell me where he was?
AMANDA (looking at the screen): Sorry. Bit of a gap.
(The calendar shows no entries for Monday the 22nd. Sherlock looks away, frustrated. [Or
maybe, like me, he has just realised that Eddie flew home on Friday and left all his dirty undies
in his suitcase until Monday. Eww.] Amanda also realises something.)
AMANDA: I have all his receipts.

NEW SCOTLAND YARD. Dimmock is standing at a desk and rummaging through a box of Brian
Lukis’ possessions. John stands at the other side.
DIMMOCK: Your friend ...
JOHN: Listen: whatever you say, I’m behind you one hundred percent.
DIMMOCK: ... he’s an arrogant sod.
JOHN: Well, that was mild! People say a lot worse than that.
(Dimmock hands him a diary.)
DIMMOCK: This is what you wanted, isn’t it? The journalist’s diary?
(John takes the diary and flicks through it, opening it at a page which has been bookmarked
with a boarding pass to Dalian DLC [Dalian Zhoushuizi International Airport] to London LHR
[London Heathrow Airport] on Zhuang Airlines.)

SHAD SANDERSON BANK. Amanda has spread out Van Coon’s receipts on her desk.
SHERLOCK: What kind of a boss was he, Amanda? Appreciative?
AMANDA: Um, no. That’s not a word I’d use. The only things Eddie appreciated had a big price
tag.
(Sherlock kneels on the floor to give himself easier access to the receipts. While he is taking off
his gloves he sees a pump-action bottle of luxury hand lotion at the back of the desk.)
SHERLOCK: Like that hand cream. He bought that for you, didn’t he?

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)