( a converted warehouse loft overlooking the Hudson. Wall-mounted screens cascade data in electric blue. SHERLOCK stands motionless before floor-to-ceiling windows, fingertips pressed together. JOHN enters, shaking rain from his jacket.)
JOHN: Three more hypothermia cases under the High Line last night. Shelters at 150% capacity. How does the wealthiest square mile on Earth,
SHERLOCK: (Without turning) Delete. Not relevant.
JOHN: People are dying, Sherlock.
SHERLOCK: (Whirls, coat billowing) People are always dying, John. The question is: who’s profiting? (Flicks hand toward screens) Observe. (Three faces materialize on the wall)
SHERLOCK: (CONT’D) Sebastian Vance. Private equity. Four-point-two million annually. Lives in a rent-stabilized two-bedroom. Monthly payment: twelve hundred pounds, sorry, dollars. American habits. (Swipes to next image) Ava Chen. Gluten-free empire. Seven hundred eighty thousand per year. Chelsea loft: eight forty-five monthly. (Final swipe) Eleanor Van Der Woodsen. Net worth thirty-two million. Studio apartment: four hundred twelve dollars since 1979.
JOHN: That’s… that’s impossible.
SHERLOCK: (Spinning to face him) Is it? What do you see when you look at this?(Gestures to the window, luxury dog spa below, soup kitchen queue snaking around the corner)
JOHN: Inequality?
SHERLOCK: Design. This isn’t failure, John. It’s purpose.
THE MECHANISM
(SHERLOCK strides to a holographic display of Manhattan)
SHERLOCK: 1974. Emergency Tenant Protection Act. Vacancy rate: one-point-two-three percent. Emergency measures for emergency times. (Building blocks rise from the map) But here’s what they missed,
(Buildings turn red) No means testing. No time limits. No exit strategy.
JOHN: Surely someone noticed,
SHERLOCK: Oh, they noticed. (Screen flashes: 1994 legislative text) Amendment Twelve-B. “Family succession” expanded to include any occupant for two years minimum. Roommates. Lovers. Dog walkers.
JOHN: You’re joking.
SHERLOCK: I never joke about housing policy. (Pulls up NYU Furman Center data) 2003: nineteen percent of stabilized tenants earned over one hundred thousand. 2024: twenty-nine percent. Two hundred eighty-eight thousand units (Red dots swarm Manhattan) Do you know what that represents, John?
JOHN: Corruption?
SHERLOCK: Evolution. The wealthy adapted. They always do.
THE GUARDIAN CLASS
(MRS. HUDSON enters with tea, scowling)
MRS. HUDSON: That Van Der Woodsen woman’s in the lobby magazines again. “Affordable Living in Luxury.” Makes me sick.
SHERLOCK: (Accepting tea) Mrs. Hudson raises an excellent point. These aren’t villains, they’re specimens. Evolved to exploit a broken system. (Calls up video footage: Protesters blocking construction) Watch. “Housing Justice Now.” “Stop Gentrification.” (Zooms on a woman in thousand-dollar sneakers) She pays eight hundred ninety monthly for her loft. Fights viciously against new construction. Why?
JOHN: She cares about her community?
SHERLOCK: She cares about her subsidy. Every new building threatens her leverage. Build one hundred thousand market-rate units, (Economic models cascade), rents drop five to seven percent citywide. Her eight-hundred-dollar miracle becomes… ordinary.
JOHN: So she preserves scarcity.
SHERLOCK: While claiming moral authority. Brilliant, really. She’s not a hypocrite, she’s a survivor.
THE COLLATERAL
(Rain intensifies. SHERLOCK moves to window, breath fogging glass)
SHERLOCK:Three cascading effects: (Counts on fingers) One: Landlord abandonment. Why maintain buildings that can’t cover costs? (Shows collapsed ceiling in Bronx) Two: Displacement acceleration. Teachers need three roommates for market-rate flats. (Homeless statistics spike)Three: Revenue hemorrhage. Two-point-one billion annually in lost property taxes.
JOHN: Enough to,
SHERLOCK: House every shelter resident twice over. Yes.(Long pause. Only rain on windows)
JOHN: There’s something else. Isn’t there?
SHERLOCK: (Very quietly) Cross-reference stabilized units with NYCHA waitlists. (Algorithms blur across screens) Four thousand eight hundred seventy-two applicants live within five hundred meters of misallocated units. (Highlights a specific building)
SHERLOCK: (CONT’D) Apartment 4B. Hedge fund analyst. Income: four hundred ten thousand. Rent: eleven hundred. (Street view: Woman with child under scaffolding) Carmen Rivera. Two shifts at Chelsea Market. NYCHA position forty-one thousand three hundred ninety-two. Looks up at his windows every morning.(JOHN turns away)
JOHN: Christ.
SHERLOCK: (Emotionless) The cruelty isn’t incidental. It’s architectural
THE SOLUTION SET
(SHERLOCK picks up violin, doesn’t play)
JOHN: So what do we do? Evict pensioners?
SHERLOCK:Surgery, not amputation.(Counts on fingers) Means testing above one hundred fifty thousand. Succession reform, direct family only. Voucher swaps, portable subsidies, not unit-specific. Mass construction, five hundred thousand new homes, market-rate.
JOHN: And the resistance?
SHERLOCK: (Draws bow across strings, single, piercing note) Show them the faces. (Begins playing, haunting, mathematical precision) Make the invisible visible. Force the city to see what it’s protecting. (Data streams across windows like digital rain)
JOHN: (Over music)Will it work?
SHERLOCK: (Still playing) Systems resist change, John. But they also hunger for logic. (Music builds)And this… this is supremely illogical.
(Fade to black. Violin echoes over Chelsea’s glittering contradictions)
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FINAL FRAME TEXT:
“In a world of finite resources, every misallocation is a moral choice.”