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(Narrowing his eyes suspiciously, Sherlock walks into the lift with the others. Very shortly
afterwards, one floor up, the doors open again and reveal a bearded man in military uniform
waiting for them. He does not look happy.)
LYONS: Er, um, Major ...
BARRYMORE: This is bloody outrageous. Why wasn’t I told?
JOHN: Major Barrymore, is it? (He steps out of the lift towards him.) Yes, well, good. Very good.
(He offers him his hand to shake.) We’re very impressed, aren’t we, Mr Holmes?
(Barrymore refuses to take John’s hand. Sherlock’s phone sounds another text alert and he
reaches into his pocket for it again.)
SHERLOCK: Deeply; hugely.
(He walks past Barrymore as he looks at his text message which reads:

What’s going on
Sherlock?
M

The major follows along behind the boys while Sherlock hurries towards the exit door.)
BARRYMORE: The whole point of Baskerville was to eliminate this kind of bureaucratic nonsense
...
SHERLOCK: I’m so sorry, Major.
BARRYMORE: Inspections?!
SHERLOCK: New policy. Can’t remain unmonitored forever. Goodness knows what you’d get up
to. (Urgently and quietly to John) Keep walking.
(Lyons has briefly ducked into a side room but now hurries out again.)
LYONS: Sir!
(He slaps an alarm button on the wall. Alarms start to blare, red lights flash and the automated
security door locks itself. The others turn back to him.)
LYONS: ID unauthorised, sir.
BARRYMORE: What?
LYONS: I’ve just had the call.
BARRYMORE: Is that right?
(He turns to Sherlock and John.)
BARRYMORE: Who are you?
JOHN: Look, there’s obviously been some kind of mistake.
(A little further back, Frankland is slowly walking towards the group, looking thoughtful.
Barrymore holds out his hand for Sherlock’s ID card, which he gives to him. He looks at the
card and then up at Sherlock.)
BARRYMORE: Clearly not Mycroft Holmes.
JOHN (getting out a notebook and starting to write): Computer error, Major. It’ll all have to go
in the report.
BARRYMORE: What the hell’s going on?!
FRANKLAND: It’s all right, Major. I know exactly who these gentlemen are.
BARRYMORE: You do?
FRANKLAND: Yeah. I’m getting a little slow on faces but Mr Holmes here isn’t someone I
expected to show up in this place.
SHERLOCK: Ah, well ...
FRANKLAND (offering him his hand to shake): Good to see you again, Mycroft.
(John tries to mask his surprise. Smiling falsely, Sherlock shakes Frankland’s hand.)
FRANKLAND: I had the honour of meeting Mr Holmes at the W.H.O. conference in ... (he
pretends to think) ... Brussels, was it?
SHERLOCK: Vienna.
FRANKLAND: Vienna, that’s it.
(He looks at Barrymore.)
FRANKLAND: This is Mr Mycroft Holmes, Major. There’s obviously been a mistake.
(Barrymore turns and nods to Lyons, who goes back to the alarm switch and turns it off. The
lights stop flashing and the alarm falls silent. A moment later the entrance door’s lock
disengages noisily.)
BARRYMORE (turning back to Frankland): On your head be it, Doctor Frankland.
FRANKLAND (laughing as he looks at the approaching Corporal Lyons): I’ll show them out,
Corporal.
LYONS: Very well, sir.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)