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Season One Episode Two—The Blind Banker YAOSOOLIN: The great artisans say the more the teapot is used the more beautiful it becomes. The pot is seasoned by repeatedly pouring tea over the surface. The deposit left on the clay creates this beautiful patina over time. Some pots, the clay has been burnished by tea made over 400 years ago. This museum will be closing in 10 minutes.ANDY: 400 years old, they're letting you use it to make yourself a brew.YAO: Some things aren't supposed to sit behind glass, they're made to be touched. To be handled. These pots need attention. The clay is cracking.ANDY: Well, I can't see how a tiny splash of tea is going to help.YAO: Sometimes you have to look hard at something to see its value. See? This one shines a little brighter.ANDY: I don't suppose... Um, I mean... I don't suppose that you want to have a drink? Not tea, obviously. Um, in a pub, with me, tonight.YAO: You wouldn't like me all that much.ANDY: Can I maybe decide that for myself?YAO: I can't. I'm sorry. Please stop asking.YAO: Is that security? Hello?Can the till supervisor please go to...?Unexpected item in bagging area, please try again. Item not scanned. Please try again.W: Can you maybe keep your voice down?Card not authorized.W: Yes, all right! I've got it.Please use an alternative method of payment. Card not authorized. Please use an alternative method of payment.W: Keep it. Keep that.【THE BLIND BANKER】S: You took your time.W: Yeah, I didn't get the shopping.S: What? Why not?W: Because I had a row in the shop with a chip and PIN machine.S: You... You had a row with a machine?!W: Sort of. It sat there and I shouted abuse. Have you got cash?S: Take my card.W: You could always go yourself, you know, you've been sitting there all morning, you've not even moved since I left. And what happened about that case you were offered the Jaria diamond?S: Not interested. I sent them a message.【Sherlock –How’re things, buddy? Been a long time since we (met).I hear on the grapevine that you’re now a consulting detective.There’s been an ‘incident’ at the bank – something (strange).I’m hoping you can sort it for me.Please call by. Needless to say, I’ll be relying on (your) discretion.】W: Don't worry about me, I can manage.W: Is that my computer?S: Of course.W: What?S: Mine was in the bedroom.W: What? And you couldn't be bothered to get up? It's password protected.S: In a manner of speaking. Took me less than a minute to guess yours, not exactly Fort Knox. W: Right. Thank you.W: Need to get a job.S: Oh, dull.W: Listen, um...if you'd be able to lend me some... Sherlock, are you listening?S: I need to go to the bank.W: Yes, when you said we were going to the bank...S: Sherlock Holmes.SEBASTIAN: Sherlock Holmes.S: Sebastian.SEB: Hi ya, buddy. How long eight years since I last clapped eyes on you?S: This is my friend , John Watson.SEB: Friend?W: Colleague.SEB: Right. Grab a pew. Do you need anything, coffee, water?W: No? We're all sorted here, thanks.S: So you're doing well. You've been abroad a lot.SEB: Well, so?S: Flying all the way around the world twice in a month.SEB: Right. You're doing that thing. We were at uni together, and this guy here had a trick he used to do.S: It's not a trick.W: He could look at you and tell you your whole life story.W: Yes, I've seen him do it.SEB: Put the wind up everybody, we hated it. We'd come down to breakfast in the formal hall and this freak would know you'd been shagging the previous night.S: I simply observed.SEB: Go on, enlighten me. Two trips a month, flying all the way around the world, you're quite right. How could you tell? Are you going to tell me there's a stain on my tie from some special kind of ketchup you can only buy in Manhattan?S: No, I...SEB: Is it the mud on my shoes?S: I was just chatting with your secretary outside. She told me.SEB: I'm glad you could make it over, we've had a break-in.SEB: Sir William's office - the bank's former chairman. The room's been left here like a sort of memorial. Someone broke in late last night.W: What did they steal?SEB: Nothing. Just left a little message.SEB: 60 seconds apart. So, someone came up here in the middle of the night, splashed paint around and left within a minute.S: How many ways into that office?SEB: Well, that's where this gets really interesting. Every door that opens in this bank, it gets locked right here. Every walk-in cupboard, every toilet.S: That door didn't open last night?SEB: There's a hole in our security. Find it and we'll pay you five figures. This is an advance. Tell me how he got in. There's a bigger one on its way.S: I don't need an incentive, Sebastian.W: He's, er... ...he's kidding you, obviously. Shall I look after that for him? Thanks.【一〥】【HONG KONG DESK HEAD 】【EDWARD VAN COON】W: Two trips around the world this month. You didn't ask his secretary, you said that just to irritate him. How did you know?S: Did you see his watch?W: His watch?S: The time was right, but the date was wrong. Said two days ago. Crossed the date line twice and he didn't alter it.W: Within a month? How did you get that?S: New Breitling. Only came out this February.W: OK. So do you think we should sniff around here for a bit longer?S: Got everything I need to know already, thanks. That graffiti was a message. Someone at the bank, working on the trading floors. We find the intended recipient and...W: They'll lead us to the person who sent it?S: Obvious.W: Well, there's 300 people up there, who was it meant for?S: Pillars.W: What?S: Pillars and the screens. Very few places you could see that graffiti from. That narrows the field considerably. And, of course, the message was left at 1 1 .34 last night. That tells us a lot.W: Does it?S: Traders come to work at all hours. Some trade with Hong Kong in the middle of the night. That message was intended for somebody who came in at midnight. Not many Van Coons in the phone book. Taxi!W: So what do we do now? Sit here and wait for him to come back?S: Just moved in.W: What?S: Floor above, new label. [WINTLE] Could have just replaced it.S: No-one ever does that.WOMAN: Hello?S: Hi, um, I live in the flat just below you. I don't think we've met.WOMAN: No, well, er, I've just moved in.S: Actually, I've just locked my keys in my flat.WOMAN: Do you want me to buzz you in?S: Yeah. And can we use your balcony?WOMAN: What?!W: Sherlock? Sherlock, are you OK? Yeah, any time you feel like letting me in.W: Do you think he'd lost a lot of money? Suicide is pretty common among City boys.S: We don't know that it was suicide.W: Come on. The door was locked from the inside, you had to climb down the balcony.S: Been away three days judging by the laundry. Look at the case, there was something tightly packed inside it.W: Thanks. I'll take your word for it.S: Problem?W: Yeah, I'm not desperate to root around some bloke's dirty underwear.S: Those symbols at the bank, the graffiti, why were they put there?W: Some sort of code?S: Obviously. Why were they painted? Want to communicate, why not use e-mail?W: Well, maybe he wasn't answering.S: Oh, good, you follow.W: No.S: What kind of a message would everyone try to avoid? What about this morning? Those letters you were looking at?W: Bills?S: Yes. He was being threatened. Not by the Gas Board.DIMMOCK: ...see if we can get prints off this glass.S: Sergeant, we haven't met.DIM: Yeah, I know who you are and I would prefer it if you didn't tamper with any of the evidence. S: I phoned Lestrade. Is he on his way?DIM: He’ busy. I’m in charge. And it's not Sergeant, it's Detective Inspector Dimmock.DIM: We're obviously looking at a suicide.W: It does seem the only explanation of all the facts.S: Wrong, it's one possible explanation of some of the facts. You've got a solution that you like, but you are choosing to ignore anything you see that doesn't comply with it.DIM: Like?S: Wound's on the right side of his head.DIM: And?S: Van Coon was left-handed. Requires quite a bit of contortion.DIM: Left-handed?S: I'm amazed you didn't notice. All you have to do is look around this flat. Coffee table on the left-hand side, coffee mug handle pointing to the left. Power sockets, habitually used the ones on the left. Pen and paper on the left of the phone. Because he picked up with his right, took messages with his left. Do you want me to go on?W: No, I think you've covered it.S: I might as well, I'm almost at the bottom of the list There's a knife on the breadboard with butter on the right side of the blade because he used it with his left. It's highly unlikely that a left-handed man would shoot himself in the right side of his head. Conclusion, someone broke in here and murdered him only explanation of all of the facts.DIM: But the gun?S: He was waiting for the killer. He'd been threatened.DIM: What?W: Today at the bank, sort of a warning.S: He fired a shot when his attacker came in.DIM: And the bullet?S: Went through the open window.DIM: Oh, come on. What are the chances of that?!S: Wait until you get the ballistics report. The bullet in his brain wasn't fired from his gun, I guarantee it.DIM: But if his door was locked from the inside, how did the killer get in?S: Good, you're finally asking the right questions.SEB: He's left trying to sort of cut his hair with a fork, which of course can never be done.S: It was a threat, that's what the graffiti meant.SEB: I'm kind of in a meeting. Can you make an appointment with my secretary?S: I don't think this can wait. Sorry, Sebastian. One of your traders, someone who worked in your office, was killed.SEB: What?W: Van Coon. The police are at his flat.SEB: Killed?!S: Sorry to interfere with everyone's digestion. Still want to make an appointment Maybe nineo'clock at Scotland Yard suit?SEB: Harrow, Oxford...very bright guy. Worked in Asia for a while, so...W: You gave him the Hong Kong accounts?SEB: Lost 5 million in a single morning, made it all back a week later. Nerves of steel, Eddie had. W: Who'd want to kill him?SEB: We all make enemies.W: You don't all end up with a bullet through your temple.SEB: Not usually. Excuse me. It's my chairman. Police have been on to him. Apparently they're telling him it was a suicide.S: Well, they've got it wrong, Sebastian. He was murdered.SEB: Well, I'm afraid they don't see it like that.S: So?SEB: And neither does my boss. I hired you to do a job. Don't get sidetracked.W: I thought bankers were all supposed to be heartless bastards.WOMAN2: I need you to get over to Crispians. Two Ming vases up for auction Chenghua. Will you appraise them?ANDY: Soo Lin should go, she's the expert.WOMAN2: Soo Lin has resigned her job. I need you.SARAH: Just locum work.W: No, that's fine.SARAH: You're, um... Well, you're a bit over-qualified.W: 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. It might be a bit mundane for you.W: Er, no, mundane is good, sometimes. Mundane works.SARAH: It says here you were a soldier.W: And a doctor.SARAH: Anything else you can do?W: I learned the clarinet at school.SARAH: Oh... ...well, I'll look forward to it.S: I said, could you pass me a pen?W: What? When?S: About an hour ago.W: Didn't notice I'd gone out then? I went to see about a job at that surgery.S: How was it?W: Great. She's great.S: Who?W: The job.S: She?W: It.S: Yeah, have a look.W: "The intruder who can walk through walls."S: It happened last night.S: Journalist shot dead in his flat. Doors locked, windows bolted from the inside. Exactly the same as Van Coon.W: God! You think...?S: He's killed another one.S: Brian Lukis, freelance journalist, murdered in his flat. Doors locked from the inside.W: You've got to admit, it's similar. Both men killed by someone who can walk through solid walls. S: Inspector, do you seriously believe that Eddie Van Coon was just another city suicide? You have seen the ballistics report, I suppose? And the shot that killed him. Was it fired from his own gun? DIM: No.S: No. So this investigation might move a bit quicker if you were to take my word as gospel. I've just handed you a murder inquiry. Five minutes in his flat.S: Four floors up. That's why they think they're safe. Put a chain across the door, bolt it shut, think they're impregnable. They don't reckon for one second that there's another way in.DIM: I don't understand.S: Dealing with a killer who can climb.DIM: What are you doing?S: Clings to the walls like an insect. That's how he got in.DIM: What?!S: He climbed up the side of the walls, ran along the roof, dropped in through this skylight.DIM: You're not serious?! Like Spider-Man?S: He scaled six floors of a Docklands apartment building, jumped the balcony and killed Van Coon. DIM: Oh, hold onS: That's how he got into the bank ran along the window ledge onto the terrace. I have to find out what connects these two men.【WEST KENSINGTON LIBRARY】S: Date stamped on the book is the same day that he died.W: Sherlock?S: So, the killer goes to the bank, leaves a threatening cipher at the bank. Van Coon panics, returns to his apartment, locks himself in. Hours later, he dies.W: The killer finds Lukis at the library, he writes the cipher on the shelf where he knows it'll be seen. Lukis goes home.S: Late that night, he dies too.W: Why did they die, Sherlock?S: Only the cipher can tell us.S: The world's run on codes and ciphers, John. From the million-pound security system at the bank to the PIN machine you took exception to. Cryptography inhabits our every waking moment.W: Yes, OK, but...S: But it's all computer generated - electronic codes, electronic ciphering methods. This is different. It's an ancient device. Modern code-breaking methods won't unravel it.W: Where are we headed?S: I need to ask some advice.W: What?! Sorry?S: You heard me perfectly. I'm not saying it again.W: You need advice?S: On painting. Yes, I need to talk to an expert.BOY: Part of a new exhibition.S: Interesting.BOY: I call it... Urban Bloodlust Frenzy.W: CatchyBOY: I've got two minutes before a Community Support Officer comes around that corner. Can we do this while I'm working?S: Know the author?BOY: I recognise the paint. It's like Michigan...hard-core propellant. I'd say zinc.S: And what about the symbols? Do you recognise them?BOY: I'm not even sure it's a proper language.S: Two men have been murdered, Raz. Deciphering this is the key to finding out who killed them. BOY: And this is all you've got to go on It's hardly much, is it?S: Are you going to help us or not?BOY: I'll ask around.S: Somebody must know something about it.POLICE: Oi! What the hell do you think you're doing? This gallery is a listed public building.W: No, no. Wait, wait. It's not me who painted that. I was just holding this for...POLICE: Bit of an enthusiast, shall we?ANDY: She was right in the middle of an important piece of restoration. Why would she suddenly resign?WOMAN2: Family problems. She said so in her letter.ANDY: But she doesn't have a family. She came to this country on her own.WOMAN2: Andy!ANDY: Look, those teapots, those ceramics. They've become her obsession. She's been working on restoring them for weeks. I can't believe that she would just...abandon them.WOMAN2: Perhaps she was getting a bit of unwanted attention?S: You've been a while.W: Yeah, well, you know how it is. Custody sergeants don't really like to be hurried, do they? Just formalities. Fingerprints, charge sheet, and I've got to be in magistrates' court on Tuesday.S: What?W: Me, Sherlock! In court, on Tuesday! They're giving me an ASBO!S: Good, fine.W: You want to tell your little pal he's welcome to go and own up any time.S: This symbol, I still can't place it. No, I need you to go to the police station and ask about the journalist. The personal effects will have been impounded. Get hold of his diary, or something that will tell us his movements. Go and see Van Coon's PA. If you retrace their steps, somewhere they'll coincide.W: Scotland Yard.AMANDA: Flew back from Dalian Friday. Looks like he had back-to-back meetings with the sales team.S: Can you print me up a copy?AMANDA: Sure.S: What about the day he died? Can you tell me where he was?AMANDA: Sorry, I've got a gap. I have all his receipts.DIM: Your friend...S: Listen, whatever you say, I'm behind you 100 per cent.DIM: ...he's an arrogant sod.W: Well, that was mild. People say a lot worse than that.DIM: This is what you wanted, isn't it? The journalist's diary?【Boarding PassNAME LUKIS / BRIANTO DALIAN DLCFROM LONDON LHRZHUANG AIRLINES】S: 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. S: Like that hand cream. He bought that for you, didn't he? [Licenced Taxi Receipt]Look at this one. Got a taxi from him on the day he died,￡18.5.AMANDA: That would get him to the office.S: Not rush hour. Check the time. Mid-morning. 18 would get him as far as...AMANDA: The West End. I remember him saying.S: 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?S: Because he was delivering something heavy. You wouldn't lug a package up the escalator. AMANDA: Delivering?!S: To somewhere near Piccadilly Station. Dropped the package, delivered it, and then... [PIAZZA ESPRESSO BAR ITALIANO] Stopped on his way. He got peckish.S: So you bought your lunch from here on route to the station but where were you headed from? Where did the taxi drop you?W: Oof! Right.S: 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...W: Sherlock...S: Credit card bills, receipts. He flew back from China, then he came here.W: Sherlock.S: Somewhere in this street, somewhere near. I don't know where, but...W: That shop, over there.S: How could you tell?W: Lukis' s diary. He was here too. He wrote down the address.S: Oh.W: Hello.WOMAN3: You want...lucky cat?W: No, thanks, no.WOMAN3: 10 pound! 10 pound! I think your wife, she will like.W: Um, maybe...W: Sherlock... The label there.S:Yes, I see it.Ｗ: It's exactly the same as the cipher.S: It's an ancient number system, Hang Zhou. These days only street traders use it. Those were numbers written on the wall at the bank, and at the library. Numbers written in an ancient Chinese dialect.W: It's a 15. What we thought was the artist's tag, it's a number 15.S: And the blindfold, the horizontal line. That was a number as well. The Chinese number one, John. W: We found it.W:Two men travel back from China, both head straight for the Lucky Cat emporium. What did they see?S: It's not what they saw. It's what they both brought back in those suitcases.W: And you don't mean duty free. Thank you.S: Think about what Sebastian told us. About Van Coon, about how he stayed afloat in the market. W: Lost 5 million.S: Made it back in a week. That's how he made such easy money.W: He was a smuggler. Mm.S: Cover would have been perfect. Businessman, making frequent trips to Asia. Lukis was the same, a journalist writing about China. Both of them smuggled stuff about. The Lucky Cat was their drop-off.W: But why did they die? It doesn't make sense. If they both turn up at the shop and deliver the goods, why would someone threaten them and kill them after the event, after they'd finished the job?S: What if one of them was light-fingered?W: How do you mean?S: Stole something. Something from the hoard.W: The killer doesn't know which of them took it so threatens them both. Right.S: Remind me. [YELLOW PAGE] When was the last time that it rained?S: It's been here since Monday. [SOOLIN YAO] No-one's been in that flat for at least three days. W: Could have gone on holiday.S: Do you leave your windows open when you go on holiday?W: Sherlock!S: Someone else has been here. Somebody else broke into the flat and knocked over the vase, just like I did.W: Do you think maybe you could let me in this time? Can you not keep doing this, please?S: I'm not the first.W: What?S: Somebody's been in here before me.W: What are you saying?S: Size eight feet. Small, but...athletic.W: I'm wasting my breath.S: Small, strong hands. Our acrobat. Why didn't he close the window when he lef...? Oh, stupid, stupid! Obvious. He's still here.W: Any time you want to include me...S: John... John!W: Oh, I'm Sherlock Holmes and I always work alone because no-one else can compete with my massive intellectS: The milk's gone off and the washing's started to smell. Somebody left here in a hurry three days ago.W: Somebody?S: Soo Lin Yao. We have to find her.W: How, exactly?【SOO LIN, Please ring me. Tell me you’re OK. Andy】【NATIONAL ANTIQUITIES MUSEUM】S: We could start with this.W: You've gone all croaky. Are you getting a cold?S: I'm fine.S: When was the last time that you saw her?ANDY: Three days ago. Here at the museum. This morning they told me she'd resigned. Just like that. Left her work unfinished.S: What was the last thing that she did on her final afternoon?ANDY: She does this demonstration for the tourists, a tea ceremony. So she would have packed up her things and just put them in here.S: We have to get to Soo Lin Yao.W: If she's still alive.BOY: Sherlock!W: Oh, look who it is.BOY: Found something you'll like.W: Tuesday morning, all you've got to do is turn up and say the bag was yours.S: Forget about your court date.Dude, that was rad!S: You want to hide a tree, then a forest is the best place to do it, wouldn't you say? People would just walk straight past, not knowing, unable to decipher the message.There. I spotted it earlier.S: They've been here. And that's the exact same paint?Yeah.S: John, if we're going to decipher this code, we need to look for more evidence.W: Answer your phone. I've been calling you. I found it.W: It's been painted over. I don’t understand. It was… here. 10 minutes ago. I saw it. A whole load of graffiti.S: Somebody doesn't want me to see it.W: Sherlock, what are you doing...?S: Ssh! John, concentrate. I need you to concentrate. Close your eyes.W: What? Why? Why? What are you doing?S: I need you to maximise your visual memory. Try to picture what you saw. Can you picture it? W: Yeah.S: Can you remember it?W: Yes, definitely.S: Can you remember the pattern?W: Yes.S: How much can you remember it?W: Look, don't worry.S: Because the average human memory on visual matters is only 62% accurate.W: Well, don't worry, I remember all of it.S: Really?W: Well at least I would, if I could get to my pockets. I took a photograph.S: Always in pairs, John, look. Numbers... come with partners.W: God, I need to sleep.S: Why did he paint it so near the tracks?W: No idea.S: Thousands of people pass by there every day.W: Just 20 minutes...S: Of course. Of course, he wants information. He's trying to communicate with his people in the underworld. Whatever was stolen, he wants it back. It's somewhere here, in a code. We can't crack this without Soo Lin Yao.W: Oh, good.S: Two men who travelled back from China were murdered. And their killer left them messages in Hang Zhou numerals.W: Soo Lin Yao is in danger. That cipher, it was just the same pattern as the others. He means to kill her as well.ANDY: Look, I've tried everywhere friends, colleagues. I don't know where she's gone. I mean, she could be a thousand miles away.W: What are you looking at?S: Tell me more about those teapots.ANDY: The pots were her obsession. They need urgent work. If they dry out, then the clay can start to crumble. Apparently, you have to just keep making tea in them.S: Yesterday, only one of those pots was shining. Now, there are two.S: Fancy a biscuit with that? Centuries old. Don't break that. Hello.YAO: You saw the cipher. Then you know he is coming for me.S: You've been clever to avoid him so far.YAO: I had to finish. To finish this work. It's only a matter of time. I know he will find me.S: Who is he? Have you met him before?YAO: When I was a girl, we met in China. I recognised his...S: The cipher?YAO: Only he would do this. Zhi Zhu.W: Zhi Zhu?S: The spider.YAO: You know this mark?S: Yes. It's the mark of a Tong.W: Huh?S: Ancient crime syndicate, based in China.YAO: Every foot soldier bears the mark. Everyone who hauls for them.W: Hauls? You mean you were a smuggler?YAO: I was 15. My parents were dead. I had no livelihood. No way of surviving, day-to-day, except to work for the bosses.S: Who are they?YAO: They are called the Black Lotus. By the time I was 16, I was taking thousands of pounds worth of drugs across the border into Hong Kong. I managed to leave that life behind me. I cameto England. They gave me a job, here. Everything was good. New life.S: And he came looking for you.YAO: Yes. I hoped, after five years... maybe they would have forgotten me. But they never reallylet you leave. A small community like ours...they are never very far away. He came to my flat. He asked me to help him to track down something that was stolen.W: And you've no idea what it was?YAO: I refused to help.W: So, you knew him well when you were living back in China?YAO: Oh, yes. He's my brother. Two orphans. We had no choice. We could work for the Black Lotus, or starve on the streets, like beggars. My brother has become their puppet. In the power of the one they call Shan. The Black Lotus general. I turned my brother away. He said I had betrayed him. Next day, I came to work and the cipher was waiting.S: Can you decipher these?Yao: These are numbers.S: Yes, I know.Yao: Here, the line across the man's eyes, it's the Chinese number one.S: And this one is 15. But what's the code?Yao: All the smugglers know it. It's based upon a book...Yao: He's here. Zhi Zhu has found me.W: No, no, Sherlock. Sherlock, wait!W; Come here. Get in. Get in! I have to go and help him. Bolt the door after me.。