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             (Sherlock gets up and walks over to the table, collects his laptop and hands it to John, who
             looks at the message on there while Sherlock stomps over to the window and narrates part of
             it.)
             SHERLOCK: “Dear Mr Sherlock Holmes. I can’t find Bluebell anywhere. Please please please can
             you help?”
             JOHN: Bluebell?
             SHERLOCK (irritated): A rabbit, John!
             JOHN: Oh.
             SHERLOCK (sarcastically): Ah, but there’s more! Before Bluebell disappeared, it turned
             luminous ...
             (He adopts a little girl’s voice for the next three words.)
             SHERLOCK: ... “like a fairy” according to little Kirsty; then the next morning, Bluebell was gone!
             Hutch still locked, no sign of a forced entry ...
             (He stops and his expression becomes more intense.)
             SHERLOCK: Ah! What am I saying? This is brilliant! Phone Lestrade. Tell him there’s an escaped
             rabbit.
             JOHN: Are you serious?
             SHERLOCK: It’s this, or Cluedo.
             JOHN: Ah, no!
             (He closes the laptop and gets up to put it back on the table.)
             JOHN: We are never playing that again!
             SHERLOCK: Why not?
             JOHN: Because it’s not actually possible for the victim to have done it, Sherlock, that’s why.
             SHERLOCK: Well, it was the only possible solution.
             JOHN (sitting down again): It’s not in the rules.
             SHERLOCK (furiously): Then the rules are wrong!
             (The doorbell rings. John thoughtfully holds up a finger as Sherlock looks towards the living
             room door.)
             JOHN: Single ring.
             SHERLOCK: Maximum pressure just under the half second.
             JOHN and SHERLOCK (simultaneously): Client.

             Not long afterwards, a recording of a documentary is playing on the TV. Sherlock has taken off
             the dressing gown and exchanged it for a jacket and is sitting in his chair. John has relocated to
             the dining table chair near Sherlock’s, and a man is sitting in John’s chair. The documentary
             footage shows scenes of Dartmoor. Sherlock instantly looks bored.
             PRESENTER (voiceover): Dartmoor. It’s always been a place of myth and legend, but is there
             something else lurking out here – something very real?
             (Footage of “Keep Out” signs.)
             PRESENTER (walking along a narrow road): Because Dartmoor’s also home to one of the
             government’s most secret of operations ...
             (Sherlock’s eyes flick repeatedly between the screen and the man in John’s chair as the footage
             shows a large sign saying:

             AUTHORISED PERSONNEL ONLY
             YOU ARE NOW ENTERING A RESTRICTED AREA
             BASKERVILLE

             By this time Sherlock’s eyes are permanently fixed on the newcomer – who we now see is
             Henry Knight – as he watches the documentary anxiously.)
             PRESENTER (voiceover): ... the chemical and biological weapons research centre which is said
             to be even more sensitive than Porton Down. Since the end of the Second World War, there’ve
             been persistent stories about the Baskerville experiments: genetic mutations, animals grown for
             the battlefield. There are many who believe that within this compound, in the heart of this
             ancient wilderness, there are horrors beyond imagining. But the real question is: are all of them
             still inside?
             (The footage switches to an indoor scene where Henry is sitting in front of the camera talking to
             an offscreen interviewer. A caption at the bottom of the screen shows him as “Henry Knight,
             Grimpen resident”.)
             HENRY: I was just a kid. It-it was on the moor.


                                                            Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)
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