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SHERLOCK: Sorry, John. I win.
(He picks up the stolen beer glass and makes as if to drink from it, although he never does.)
FLETCHER: Wait, wait. That’s not all. People don’t like going up there, you know – to the
Hollow. Gives them a ... bad sort of feeling.
SHERLOCK: Ooh! Is it haunted?(!) Is that supposed to convince me?
(He puts down the glass again.)
FLETCHER: Nah, don’t be stupid, nothing like that, but I reckon there is something out there –
something from Baskerville, escaped.
SHERLOCK (not really trying to hold back his sceptical snigger): A clone, a super-dog?(!)
FLETCHER: Maybe. God knows what they’ve been spraying on us all these years, or putting in
the water. I wouldn’t trust ’em as far as I could spit.
SHERLOCK (nodding to the phone photograph): Is that the best you’ve got?
(Fletcher hesitates for a long moment, uncertain whether to continue, but eventually he speaks
reluctantly, lowering his voice.)
FLETCHER: I had a mate once who worked for the MOD. One weekend we were meant to go
fishin’ but he never showed up – well, not ’til late. When he did, he was white as a sheet. I can
see him now. “I’ve seen things today, Fletch,” he said, “that I never wanna see again. Terrible
things.” He’d been sent to some secret Army place – Porton Down, maybe; maybe Baskerville,
or somewhere else.
(He leans closer.)
FLETCHER: In the labs there – the really secret labs, he said he’d seen ... terrible things. Rats
as big as dogs, he said, and dogs ...
(He reaches into his bag and pulls something out, showing it to the boys.)
FLETCHER: ... dogs the size of horses.
(He is holding a concrete cast of a dog’s paw print – but the print is at least six inches long from
the tip of the claws to the back of the pad. Sherlock stares at it in surprise. John immediately
pounces.)
JOHN: Er, we did say fifty?
(As Fletcher smiles triumphantly, Sherlock gets out his wallet and hands John a fifty pound
note.)
JOHN: Ta.
(Sulkily, Sherlock gets up and walks away. John finishes his drink and follows him.)

Later, Sherlock and John take the car to Baskerville, Sherlock still driving. As they approach the
complex, he observes that there are very many military personnel guarding the place, walking
the perimeter etc. He drives up to the gates and a military security guard holding a rifle raises a
hand. As Sherlock stops the jeep, the man walks around to the driver’s window.
SECURITY GUARD: Pass, please.
(Sherlock reaches into his coat pocket and hands him a pass.)
SECURITY GUARD: Thank you.
(He walks away with the pass. At the front of the vehicle, another security man encourages a
sniffer dog to check the jeep, presumably for explosives.)
JOHN (quietly): You’ve got ID for Baskerville. How?
SHERLOCK (quietly): It’s not specific to this place. It’s my brother’s. Access all areas. I, um ...
(he clears his throat) ... acquired it ages ago, just in case.
(The security guard swipes Sherlock’s pass through a reader at the gate room. The screen
shows a fairly small photograph of Mycroft and names the card holder as Mycroft Holmes, giving
him Unlimited Access and showing his security status as ‘Secure (No Threat)’.)
JOHN: Brilliant(!)
SHERLOCK: What’s the matter?
JOHN: We’ll get caught.
SHERLOCK: No we won’t – well, not just yet.
JOHN: Caught in five minutes. “Oh, hi, we just thought we’d come and have a wander round
your top secret weapons base.” “Really? Great! Come in – kettle’s just boiled.” That’s if we don’t
get shot.
(The gates begin to slide open as the security guard comes back over to the car.)
SECURITY DOG HANDLER: Clear.
SECURITY GUARD (handing Sherlock his pass): Thank you very much, sir.
SHERLOCK: Thank you.
(He puts the car in gear and eases the vehicle forward.)
SECURITY GUARD: Straight through, sir.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)