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Quick as a snake, she slices upwards with a razor-sharp

knife, cutting his belt, then his clothes, all the way to

his collar. The move ends with Irene's finger over her

own mouth, signalling the mugger to be quiet. He obeys,

eyes bulging.

Irene frisks him expertly. She's mugging the mugger.

There is excitement in her eyes; this turns her on.

(CONTINUED)

37A.

38B CONTINUED:
38B

IRENE:

Oh, look, a wallet. Doesn't look

like yours, does it? And --

naughty boy -- here's another

one. I'll return them, shall I?

She takes both wallets, takes the roses --

IRENE:

These are lovely, thank you.

-- and leaves, stepping daintily over the crumpled man on

the floor.

On second thoughts, she turns back, takes his wallet too,

then leaves.

CUT TO:

ANGLE ON HOLMES:

HOLMES:

Now, that's the Irene I know.

He hurries after Irene down the alley.

38C 38C

EXT. LONDON STREET

Holmes exits the alley, catches a glimpse of Irene

through a STREET FAIR, which is being assembled.

Holmes picks up the pace.

He snatches a HAT from a one-eyed old BEGGAR with his

hand out. He drops a coin in his hand, then another coin

and snatches the beggar's eye patch too.

He runs past a coal cart, snags a lump of coal, rubs it

on his face and hands, then pops it in his mouth, chews

it to blacken his teeth.

He pauses to singe the sleeve of Watson's coat on a

fairground fire-breather's flames, runs on.

39 EXT. LONDON STREET 39

Holmes emerges as the beggar we saw previously. Again he

stops the coach and again the gun comes out, but this

time we can see that Holmes gets a view of the man on the

other end of the weapon before the carriage pulls away.

37B.

40 INT. 221 BAKER ST. - HOLMES' APARTMENTS (PRESENT) 40

Holmes strums one more chord on his violin, thinking.

Irene's bag of money still sits on the table.

HOLMES:

This man intrigues me, Watson.

He's got Adler on edge.

WATSON:

Which is no mean feat.

HOLMES:

She's intimidated, scared...

WATSON:

And yet she works for him. That's

bad money. It's nothing to do

with me, but leave this case.

Holmes motions to the bills.

HOLMES:

Well, I may not have a choice. A

man has to make a living. After

all, I'll be paying the rent

entirely on my own.

WATSON:

You know what, I've had just about

enough --

HOLMES:

Clarky!

VOICE (O.S.)

Mister Holmes, sir...?

He turns to see... CONSTABLE CLARK standing at the door.

Breathless, pale, scared.

CONSTABLE CLARK:

Inspector Lestrade asks that you

come with me, at once.

(CONTINUED)

38.

40 CONTINUED:
40

HOLMES:

(mumbles)

What's he done now, lost his way

to Scotland Yard? Watson, grab a

compass. You means us.

WATSON:

Us means you.

CONSTABLE CLARK:

It's Lord Blackwood, sir. It

appears he's come back from the

dead.

WATSON:

Well that's clever seeing as how I

pronounced him dead myself.

CONSTABLE CLARK:

A groundsman saw him walking

through the graves, just this

morning.

WATSON:

I'll leave this one in your

capable hands. I have tea with

Mary and her parents this evening.

Watson walks into his office.

HOLMES:

It is not my reputation at stake

here.

WATSON:

Are you taking this seriously?

HOLMES:

Like it or not, it's a matter of

professional integrity. No girl

wants to marry a doctor who can't

tell if a man's dead or not.

They all move to the exit.

HOLMES:

Watson, you'd do well to hide your

medical certificates in case

they're revoked.

Clarky laughs.

38aA.

41 EXT. THE BLACKWOOD ESTATE - ESTABLISHING - DAY 41

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