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HENRY: That’s what Doctor Mortimer says.
JOHN: Who?
SHERLOCK: His therapist.
HENRY (almost simultaneously): My therapist.
SHERLOCK: Obviously.
HENRY: Louise Mortimer. She’s the reason I came back to Dartmoor. She thinks I have to face
my demons.
SHERLOCK: And what happened when you went back to Dewer’s Hollow last night, Henry? You
went there on the advice of your therapist and now you’re consulting a detective. What did you
see that changed everything?
HENRY: It’s a strange place, the Hollow.
(He flashes back in his mind to when he was standing in the Hollow the previous night.)
HENRY: Makes you feel so cold inside, so afraid.
SHERLOCK (rolling his eyes): Yes, if I wanted poetry I’d read John’s emails to his girlfriends.
Much funnier.
(John sighs hard in an attempt to release the tension that might make him kill his flatmate.)
SHERLOCK (to Henry): What did you see?
HENRY: Footprints – on the exact spot where I saw my father torn apart.
(Looking exasperated, Sherlock leans back in his seat.)
JOHN: Man’s or a woman’s?
HENRY: Neither. They were ...
SHERLOCK (interrupting): Is that it? Nothing else. Footprints. Is that all?
HENRY: Yes, but they were ...
SHERLOCK (interrupting): No, sorry, Doctor Mortimer wins. Childhood trauma masked by an
invented memory. Boring! Goodbye, Mr Knight. Thank you for smoking.
HENRY: No, but what about the footprints?
SHERLOCK: Oh, they’re probably paw prints; could be anything, therefore nothing.
(He leans forward in his seat and flicks his fingers at Henry, gesturing him towards the door.)
SHERLOCK: Off to Devon with you; have a cream tea on me.
(Standing up and buttoning his jacket, he heads into the kitchen. Henry turns in his seat to look
at him.)
HENRY: Mr Holmes, they were the footprints of a gigantic hound!
(Sherlock stops dead in his tracks, then slowly turns and comes back to the kitchen doorway
and stares down at Henry.)
SHERLOCK: Say that again.
HENRY: I found the footprints; they were ...
SHERLOCK: No, no, no, your exact words. Repeat your exact words from a moment ago,
exactly as you said them.
(Henry thinks for a second, then slowly recites his words back to him.)
HENRY: Mr Holmes, they were the footprints of a gigantic ... hound.
(Sherlock raises his head.)
SHERLOCK: I’ll take the case.
JOHN (startled): Sorry, what?
(Sherlock adopts the prayer position in front of his mouth and begins to pace slowly across the
living room.)
SHERLOCK: Thank you for bringing this to my attention. It’s very promising.
JOHN: No-no-no, sorry, what? A minute ago, footprints were boring; now they’re very
promising?
SHERLOCK (stopping): It’s nothing to do with footprints. As ever, John, you weren’t listening.
Baskerville: ever heard of it?
JOHN: Vaguely. It’s very hush-hush.
SHERLOCK: Sounds like a good place to start.
HENRY: Ah! You’ll come down, then?
SHERLOCK: No, I can’t leave London at the moment. Far too busy. Don’t worry – putting my
best man onto it.
(He walks over to John and pats his shoulder.)
SHERLOCK: Always rely on John to send me the relevant data, as he never understands a word
of it himself.
JOHN: What are you talking about, you’re busy? You don’t have a case! A minute ago you were
complaining ...

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)