A Scandal in Bohemia

1·1 An opening bird's-eye view of Baker Street on the night of 20 March 1888: a quiet brown-brick terrace, a lone hansom cab, and one warm window glowing behind a pale blind.

1·2 In the amber firelight of the Baker Street sitting-room, Holmes sprawls in his armchair with a lit cigarette and points toward the stairs as he delivers his maxim.

1·3 In the amber gloom of the Baker Street sitting-room, Holmes jabs a finger at "Egria" in the gazetteer and sends up a triumphant cloud of smoke.

1·4 The masked King of Bohemia fills the doorway of the Baker Street sitting-room, seen from below.

1·5 At the peak of his outburst, the towering King of Bohemia stands with the torn black mask crushed in his raised fist, his bare face desperate, and cries out that he is the King.

1·6 The bare-faced King of Bohemia bows his head in shame as he admits the compromising photograph shows them both.

1·7 Unmasked, the King of Bohemia leans forward in the amber lamplight of Baker Street and pleads his case, one open palm held out to the listening detective.

1·8 Seen from directly above, the King's heavy hand has just released the fat chamois bag onto Holmes's stained, paper-strewn table.

2·1 A quiet afternoon on Baker Street: the brown-brick house front, its black door and the pale-blinded first-floor window wait in thin daylight while small figures pass along the far end of the street.

2·2 In the firelit Baker Street sitting-room, a swaying, side-whiskered groom lurches through the doorway while Watson, half turned in his armchair, searches the red face for his friend's familiar features.

2·3 In bright late-morning light, Irene Adler bursts from the hall door of Briony Lodge and down the steps toward the landau before it has stopped, calling her order to the flustered coachman.

2·4 In the hurried wedding at St. Monica's, Sherlock Holmes stands stiff and bewildered in his drunken groom's disguise as the unwilling witness.

2·5 Holmes steps from his bedroom as an amiable, beaming Nonconformist clergyman, and Watson stares up from the fireside armchair in comic wonder.

2·6 Disguised as a clergyman, Sherlock Holmes buckles to the macadam with a palm clamped to his painted-red face.

2·8 A gaslit detail of the hiding place in Briony Lodge's sitting-room: the small panel above the right bell-pull stands ajar, and the edge of a cabinet photograph is half drawn from the dark recess.

2·9 Irene Adler, disguised as a slim youth in an ulster, strides past along the Baker Street pavement and tosses her sly farewell back at Holmes on the doorstep.

2·10 On the Baker Street doorstep, Sherlock Holmes turns toward the dim lamplit street, key forgotten in his hand, trying to place a voice he has heard before.

3·1 A bird's-eye view of Baker Street on the hazy morning of 21 March 1888, with one amber window glowing in Holmes's lodgings where he and Watson sit over toast and coffee before the King bursts in.

3·2 The King of Bohemia bursts into the Baker Street sitting-room and seizes Holmes by both shoulders, hungry for news.

3·3 On the steps of Briony Lodge, Sherlock Holmes recoils, white-faced, as the housekeeper tells him Irene Adler has left England for good.

3·4 Three men burst into the abandoned drawing-room of Briony Lodge, where overturned furniture and open drawers tell of Irene Adler's hasty flight.

3·5 Sherlock Holmes, beaten by Irene Adler yet level and faintly ironic, lifts her cabinet photograph beside his cheek and names it as his price.

3·6 Holmes turns for the door with the photograph against his chest, leaving the King of Bohemia alone in the ransacked drawing-room, his hand still held out with the emerald ring on the palm.