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(Sherlock spins on his heel and walks towards the now open entrance door. John and Frankland
follow him while Barrymore glares after them unhappily. The boys go outside, John grimacing
anxiously with an “Oh gods, I really hope we’re going to get away with this!” expression on his
face. Frankland trots after them.)
SHERLOCK: Thank you.
FRANKLAND: This is about Henry Knight, isn’t it?
(They don’t answer him but he takes their silence as agreement.)
FRANKLAND: I thought so. I knew he wanted help but I didn’t realise he was going to contact
Sherlock Holmes!
(Sherlock grimaces.)
FRANKLAND: Oh, don’t worry. I know who you really are. I’m never off your website. Thought
you’d be wearing the hat, though.
SHERLOCK: That wasn’t my hat.
FRANKLAND (to John): I hardly recognise him without the hat!
(John tries unsuccessfully to bite back a smile.)
SHERLOCK (tetchily, sounding the ‘t’s loudly): It wasn’t my hat.
FRANKLAND: I love the blog too, Doctor Watson.
JOHN: Oh, cheers!
FRANKLAND: The, er, the Pink thing ...
JOHN: Mmm-hmm.
FRANKLAND: ... and that one about the aluminium crutch!
JOHN: Yes.
SHERLOCK (stopping and turning back to Frankland): You know Henry Knight?
FRANKLAND: Well, I knew his dad better. He had all sorts of mad theories about this place.
Still, he was a good friend.
(He looks back the way they came and sees that Major Barrymore is standing some distance
away and watching them. He turns back to Sherlock.)
FRANKLAND: Listen, I can’t really talk now.
(He takes a card from his coat pocket and hands it over.)
FRANKLAND: Here’s my, er, cell number. If I could help with Henry, give me a call.
SHERLOCK: I never did ask, Doctor Frankland. What exactly is it that you do here?
FRANKLAND: Oh, Mr Holmes, I would love to tell you – but then, of course, I’d have to kill you!
(He laughs cheerfully.)
SHERLOCK (straight faced): That would be tremendously ambitious of you.
(Frankland’s smile fades and he shrugs in embarrassment.)
SHERLOCK: Tell me about Doctor Stapleton.
FRANKLAND: Never speak ill of a colleague.
SHERLOCK: Yet you’d speak well of one, which you’re clearly omitting to do.
FRANKLAND: I do seem to be, don’t I? (He shrugs.)
SHERLOCK (raising the card that Frankland just gave him): I’ll be in touch.
FRANKLAND: Any time.
(The boys walk away from him and head towards their Land Rover.)
JOHN: So?
SHERLOCK: So?
JOHN: What was all that about the rabbit?
(Smiling briefly, Sherlock pulls his coat tighter around him, flipping the collar up just as they
reach the car. John rolls his eyes and turns to him.)
JOHN: Oh, please, can we not do this, this time?
SHERLOCK: Do what?
JOHN: You being all mysterious with your cheekbones and turning your coat collar up so you
look cool.
(As he turns to go to the car door, Sherlock opens his mouth to speak but is apparently so
disconcerted that for a moment he can’t find the words.)
SHERLOCK: ... I don’t do that.
JOHN: Yeah you do.
(They get into the car.)

Later, Sherlock is driving them across the moors.
JOHN: So, the email from Kirsty – the, er, missing luminous rabbit.
SHERLOCK: Kirsty Stapleton, whose mother specialises in genetic manipulation.
JOHN: She made her daughter’s rabbit glow in the dark.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)