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(Sherlock has had a lightbulb moment when she said the words ‘genes’ and is reaching into his
pocket before she finishes the sentence.)
SHERLOCK: Stapleton. I knew I knew your name.
STAPLETON: I doubt it.
SHERLOCK: People say there’s no such thing as coincidence. What dull lives they must lead.
(He holds up his notebook to her on which he has written a single large word: “BLUEBELL”. She
stares at it in amazement while Sherlock watches her face closely.)
STAPLETON: Have you been talking to my daughter?
SHERLOCK (putting his notebook away): Why did Bluebell have to die, Doctor Stapleton?
JOHN (bewildered): The rabbit?
SHERLOCK (to Stapleton, as she stares at him blankly): Disappeared from inside a locked
hutch, which was always suggestive.
JOHN: The rabbit?
SHERLOCK: Clearly an inside job.
STAPLETON: Oh, you reckon?
SHERLOCK: Why? Because it glowed in the dark.
(He loudly clicks the ‘k’ on the last word. Your transcriber giggles like an idiot.)
STAPLETON: I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about. Who are you?
(Even as she speaks Sherlock has been keeping a mental note of the time and now checks his
watch again. Out in the security system somewhere, the authorisation request changes:

CCV1 • security authorization
•• alert •• alert ••
potential level 5 security breach
5555*0000*x1 //5894

Someone looking at the screen picks up a phone and lifts the handset to their ear. At
Baskerville, Sherlock lowers his hand and turns to Lyons.)
SHERLOCK: Well, I think we’ve seen enough for now, Corporal. Thank you so much.
LYONS (surprised): That’s it?
SHERLOCK: That’s it. (He turns and heads briskly back towards the door, John following behind
and Lyons trailing after them.) It’s this way, isn’t it?
STAPLETON (calling after them): Just a minute!
(John catches up to his friend and speaks quietly so that Lyons can’t overhear him. His tone
suggests that he is not best pleased.)
JOHN: Did we just break into a military base to investigate a rabbit?
(Sherlock reaches the door and swipes his card, then waits for Lyons to catch up to them and
do the same with his own card. In Whitehall or somewhere similar, telephones begin to ring as
a chain of calls relays the potential security breach and the message goes out:

• URGENT • URGENT • URGENT •
refer holmes, mycroft

Sitting in what can surely only be the Diogenes Club with a cup of coffee on the table beside
him, Mycroft takes out his phone when it trills quietly. Looking at the message, he rolls his eyes
in exasperation, gazes off into space with a “Good God – what now?!” look on his face for a
moment and then begins to text.
At Baskerville, Sherlock walks swiftly through the security doors and heads for the lift as his
phone trills a text alert. He takes out his phone without stopping and reads the message:

What are you
doing?
M

He laughs sarcastically.)
SHERLOCK: Twenty-three minutes. Mycroft’s getting slow.
(Reaching the lift doors, he swipes his card and Lyons does likewise. The doors open revealing
Doctor Frankland standing inside as if he has been waiting in there. Trying to look nonchalant,
he smiles at them.)
FRANKLAND: Hello ... again.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)