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(Fiddling nervously with a pin in her hair, Amanda looks at him in surprise. Sherlock shuffles
through the paperwork and picks up a receipt from a licensed taxi. Dated 22 March 2010 and
timed at 10:35, the receipt is for £18.50. He hands it up to Amanda.)
SHERLOCK: Look at this one. Got a taxi from home on the day he died. Eighteen pounds fifty.
AMANDA: That would get him to the office.
SHERLOCK: Not rush hour; check the time. Mid-morning. Eighteen would get him as far as ...
AMANDA: The West End. I remember him saying.
(Sherlock has now found a London Underground ticket with the same date on it and issued at
“Picadilly” [which is mis-spelled]. He hands that up to Amanda.)
SHERLOCK: Underground. Printed at one in Piccadilly.
AMANDA: So he got a Tube back to the office. Why would he get a taxi into town and then the
Tube back?
SHERLOCK (still going through the receipts): Because he was delivering something heavy.
Didn’t want to lug a package up the escalator.
AMANDA: Delivering?
SHERLOCK: To somewhere near Piccadilly Station. Dropped the package, delivered it and then
...
(He finds another receipt and stands up as he looks at it. It’s from the Piazza Espresso Bar
Italiano.)
SHERLOCK: ... stopped on his way. He got peckish.

LONDON STREETS. Some time later Sherlock has found the espresso bar and is talking to
himself out loud as he walks past it.
SHERLOCK: So you bought your lunch from here en route to the station, but where were you
headed from? Where did the taxi drop you ...?
(He has been spinning around as he walks and now bumps into someone approaching from
behind who is also distracted and not looking where he’s going. It’s John, who is engrossed in
looking down at Lukis’ diary. Sherlock grunts as they collide. John looks surprised to see him
there.)
JOHN: Right.
SHERLOCK (quick fire): Eddie Van Coon brought a package here the day he died – whatever
was hidden inside that case. I’ve managed to piece together a picture using scraps of
information ...
JOHN: Sherlock ...
SHERLOCK: ... credit card bills, receipts. He flew back from China, then he came here.
JOHN: Sherlock ...
SHERLOCK: Somewhere in this street; somewhere near. I don’t know where, but ...
JOHN (pointing to the other side of the road): That shop over there.
(Sherlock looks at the shop, then looks back to John, frowning.)
SHERLOCK: How can you tell?
JOHN: Lukis’ diary. (He shows Sherlock the entry.) He was here too. He wrote down the
address.
(He turns and heads towards the shop.)
SHERLOCK: Oh.
(He follows after his friend.)

CHINATOWN. The boys walk into a touristy shop which consists largely of decorative cats which
are sitting up on their hind legs with one front paw raised. The paws on some of the cats are
waving back and forth. John greets the female Chinese shop keeper politely. JOHN: Hello.
(They look around at all the items on display. The shop keeper lifts one of the cats from the
desk.)
SHOP KEEPER: You want lucky cat?
JOHN: No, thanks. No.
(Sherlock looks round at him and smirks.)
SHOP KEEPER: Ten pound. Ten pound!
JOHN: No.
(He smiles awkwardly.)
SHOP KEEPER: I think your wife, she will like!
JOHN: No, thank you.
(He walks over to one of the tables which has small ceramic painted handle-less cups on it.
Sherlock is examining a rack displaying clay statues. John picks up one of the cups and turns it

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)