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Skull
Eyes

His eyes drop to Neilson’s arm and chest:

Artery
Lungs
Ribs

He raises his eyes to Neilson’s again.)
SHERLOCK: I believe I do.
(Mrs Hudson whimpers as he releases her hands and straightens up, putting his hands behind
his back again.)
MRS HUDSON: Oh, please, Sherlock.
SHERLOCK (to Neilson): First, get rid of your boys.
NEILSON: Why?
SHERLOCK: I dislike being outnumbered. It makes for too much stupid in the room.
(Neilson hesitates for a moment, then glances at his colleagues.)
NEILSON: You two, go to the car.
SHERLOCK: Then get into the car and drive away. (He looks back to Neilson.) Don’t try to trick
me. You know who I am. It doesn’t work.
(He loudly clicks the ‘k’ of ‘work.’ Your transcriber faints. The two men leave the room and head
down the stairs.)
SHERLOCK: Next, you can stop pointing that gun at me.
NEILSON: So you can point a gun at me?
SHERLOCK (stepping back and spreading his arms to either side): I’m unarmed.
NEILSON: Mind if I check?
SHERLOCK: Oh, I insist.
(Neilson comes around from behind Mrs Hudson. She whimpers nervously.)
MRS HUDSON: Don’t do anything.
(Neilson walks over to Sherlock and pats his breast pocket and flicks the coat open while
Sherlock stands meekly with his arms still spread. Walking around behind him, Neilson starts
patting for any hidden weapon at his back. Sherlock rolls his eyes dramatically at Mrs Hudson,
but he is already covertly starting to bend his right arm towards himself. So fast that your
transcriber absolutely can’t tell where it came from, he whips out the sanitizer spray can, twists
around and sprays the contents directly into Neilson’s eyes. As Neilson screams, Sherlock rears
back and then savagely headbutts him in the face. Neilson falls back onto the coffee table,
unconscious, and Sherlock triumphantly flips the can into the air.)
SHERLOCK: Moron.
(Slamming the can onto the dining table, he hurries over to Mrs Hudson and, tutting – probably
in annoyance at what the man has done to her – he drops to his knees in front of her.)
MRS HUDSON (tearfully): Oh, thank you.
SHERLOCK (gently stroking her face): You’re all right now, you’re all right.
MRS HUDSON: Yes.
(Sherlock looks over his shoulder towards Neilson’s prone body, his expression still promising
murder.)

Not long afterwards, the black car pulls up outside 221 and John gets out. The car drives away
and he walks to the door, then stops when he sees a handwritten note attached underneath the
knocker. He looks around the street for a moment, then pushes the door open and goes inside.
Written on the note is:

CRIME IN PROGRESS
PLEASE DISTURB

He goes upstairs and hurries into the living room.
JOHN: What’s going on?
(He stops at the sight of Neilson, bound and gagged with duct tape and sitting on the chair near
the fireplace. His nose is broken and blood has run down his face and is dripping from his chin.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)