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SHERLOCK (interrupting): Bluebell, John! I’ve got Bluebell! The case of the vanishing, glow-in-
the-dark rabbit! (He looks at Henry.) NATO’s in uproar.
HENRY: Oh, sorry, no, you’re not coming, then?
(Putting on a regretful expression, Sherlock shakes his head sadly. John groans.)
JOHN: Okay. (He stands up while Sherlock smiles smugly.) Okay.
(He walks over to the mantelpiece and picks up the skull, taking a packet of cigarettes from
underneath it. Putting down the skull again, he turns and tosses the packet across to Sherlock,
who catches it and then instantly tosses it over his shoulder.)
SHERLOCK: I don’t need those any more. I’m going to Dartmoor.
(He walks out of the living room.)
SHERLOCK: You go on ahead, Henry. We’ll follow later.
HENRY (scrambling to his feet): Er, sorry, so you are coming?
(Sherlock turns and walks back into the room.)
SHERLOCK: Twenty year old disappearance; a monstrous hound? I wouldn’t miss this for the
world!

Later, John carries two large bags out onto the street, shuts the front door and walks over to
Sherlock who is holding a taxi door open. Next door in Speedy’s, Mrs Hudson is shouting angrily
at an unseen Mr Chatterjee.
MRS HUDSON: ... cruise together. You had no intention of taking me on it ...
(She throws something at the closed door. As it bounces heavily off the glass, John recoils.)
JOHN: Oh! Looks like Mrs Hudson finally got to the wife in Doncaster.
SHERLOCK: Mmm. Wait ’til she finds out about the one in Islamabad.
(John sniggers and gets into the taxi. Sherlock follows him in.)
SHERLOCK (to the driver): Paddington Station, please.

DARTMOOR. After many shots of the beautiful Devon scenery which your transcriber is
delighted to sit back and watch while resting her aching fingers, we find our boys driving across
the moors in a large black Land Rover jeep. Sherlock is driving ... and if they’re not playing
“Yellow Car” I shall be most disappointed.
Some time later, away from the road, Sherlock is standing dramatically skylined on a large
stone outcrop while John stands at the foot of it consulting a map. He points ahead of himself at
a large array of buildings in the distance.
JOHN: There’s Baskerville.
(He turns and points behind them. Sherlock turns to look.)
JOHN: That’s Grimpen Village.
(He turns and looks ahead of them again, checking the map for the name of the heavily wooded
area to the left of the Baskerville complex.)
JOHN: So that must be ... yeah, it’s Dewer’s Hollow.
(Sherlock points to an area in between the complex and the Hollow.)
SHERLOCK: What’s that?
JOHN: Hmm?
(He has binoculars on a strap around his neck and now he lifts them and looks more closely at
the fencing and the warning signs.)
JOHN: Minefield? Technically Baskerville’s an army base, so I guess they’ve always been keen
to keep people out.
SHERLOCK: Clearly.

Later, they drive into Grimpen Village and pull into the car park of the Cross Keys inn. They get
out and walk towards the entrance of the pub, where a young man who is apparently a tour
guide is talking to a group of tourists.
FLETCHER: ... three times a day, tell your friends. Tell anyone!
(The boys walk past the group and see that Fletcher is standing next to a large sign on which is
painted a black image of a wolf-like creature with the words “BEWARE THE HOUND!!” above it.)
FLETCHER (to the tourists): Don’t be strangers, and remember ... stay away from the moor at
night if you value your lives!
(Sherlock has been pulling his overcoat around him as he walks towards the pub, and now he
pops the collar. John looks round at him pointedly.)
SHERLOCK (trying and failing to look nonchalant): I’m cold.
(The tourist group walks away from Fletcher. Once their backs are turned he puts on a large
shaggy wolf’s-head mask. Sherlock and John walk into the pub, which has a blackboard outside

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)