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(At the far end of the lab, a scientist wearing coveralls and a breathing mask comes out of
another room and takes off his mask. Another scientist walks across the lab with a beagle on a
lead.)
SHERLOCK: Any ever escape?
LYONS: They’d have to know how to use that lift, sir. We’re not breeding them that clever.
SHERLOCK: Unless they have help.
(The man who just took off his mask comes over to the group.)
FRANKLAND: Ah, and you are?
LYONS: Sorry, Doctor Frankland. I’m just showing these gentlemen around.
FRANKLAND (smiling at them): Ah, new faces, huh? Nice. Careful you don’t get stuck here,
though. I only came to fix a tap!
(John chuckles politely as Frankland walks towards the lift. John turns to Lyons.)
JOHN: How far down does that lift go?
LYONS: Quite a way, sir.
JOHN: Mmm-hmm. And what’s down there?
LYONS: Well, we have to keep the bins somewhere, sir. This way please, gentlemen.
(Sherlock is watching Frankland as he reaches the elevator. Frankland in turn looks around to
gaze with interest at the new arrivals. While Lyons leads John away, Sherlock walks backwards
for a couple of paces before turning to follow.)
JOHN: So what exactly is it that you do here?
LYONS: I thought you’d know, sir, this being an inspection.
(Sherlock is looking at the various scientists around the room, a couple looking at a rat in a
glass cage, another one doing something to the leg of a monkey on a leash which is sitting on a
metal table. Nearby, another scientist picks up what looks ominously like a glass container of
serum.)
JOHN: Well, I’m not an expert, am I?
LYONS: Everything from stem cell research to trying to cure the common cold, sir.
JOHN: But mostly weaponry?
LYONS: Of one sort or another, yes.
(He swipes his card through the reader of the door at the end of the lab, then steps aside for
Sherlock to do likewise.)
JOHN: Biological, chemical ...?
LYONS: One war ends, another begins, sir. New enemies to fight. We have to be prepared.
(As the door releases, Sherlock checks his watch and the security authorisation message goes
out again, the message changing slightly:

CCV1 • security authorization //5894
• query • query • query
CCV1 • 5555*0000*x1

Lyons leads them through the doors and into another lab where a monkey stands up on its back
legs with one hand high in the air and shrieks before sitting down again on a high metal table. A
female scientist looks at it and then turns to her colleague.)
STAPLETON: Okay, Michael, let’s try Harlow Three next time.
(As she walks away from the table, Lyons approaches her.)
LYONS: Doctor Stapleton.
SHERLOCK (thoughtfully): Stapleton.
STAPLETON: Yes? (She looks at Sherlock and John.) Who’s this?
LYONS: Priority Ultra, ma’am. Orders from on high. An inspection.
STAPLETON: Really?
SHERLOCK: We’re to be accorded every courtesy, Doctor Stapleton. What’s your role at
Baskerville?
(Stapleton looks at him and snorts with disbelieving laughter.)
JOHN: Er, accorded every courtesy, isn’t that the idea?
STAPLETON: I’m not free to say. Official secrets.
SHERLOCK (smiling at her): Oh, you most certainly are free ... (his smile fades and his voice
becomes ominous) ... and I suggest you remain that way.
(She looks at him for a moment.)
STAPLETON: I have a lot of fingers in a lot of pies. I like to mix things up – genes, mostly; now
and again actual fingers.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)