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SHERLOCK: Probably a fluorescent gene removed and spliced into the specimen. Simple enough
these days.
JOHN: So ...
(He looks across to Sherlock and waits for him to continue the sentence.)
SHERLOCK: So we know that Doctor Stapleton performs secret genetic experiments on animals.
The question is: has she been working on something deadlier than a rabbit?
JOHN: To be fair, that is quite a wide field.
(Sherlock looks round at John in startled surprise as if realising that that’s true.)

HENRY KNIGHT’S HOUSE. His home is enormous – a four-storey stone building that was
probably a very important property in the area in the past. A large old-fashioned glass
conservatory is attached to the rear of the building on the ground floor and a modern two-
storey glass extension has been built onto the side of the house to join it to another two-storey
stone building nearby. Sherlock and John go into the conservatory, which looks very run-down
and clearly hasn’t had a paint job in years, and walk across to the door on the opposite side.
Sherlock rings the doorbell and Henry opens the door.
HENRY: Hi.
JOHN: Hi.
HENRY: Come in, come in.
(Wiping his feet on the doormat, Sherlock walks in and heads down the hallway. John follows
more slowly, stopping to look into a large high-ceilinged sitting room before following Henry
again.)
JOHN: This is, uh ... Are you, um ...
(He searches for the right word for a moment before finding it.)
JOHN: ... rich?
HENRY: Yeah.
JOHN: Right.
(Henry leads off again. Sherlock throws a dark look at John before following him.)

Not long afterwards, in the kitchen in the glass extension, Sherlock puts two sugar lumps into
his mug and stirs them in. He is sitting on a stool at the central island and John is sitting next to
him. Henry is standing on the other side of the island gazing down at the work surface.
HENRY: It’s-it’s a couple of words. It’s what I keep seeing. “Liberty” ...
JOHN (reaching into his pocket for his notebook): Liberty.
HENRY (looking up to him): “Liberty” and ... “in.” It’s just that.
(He picks up the bottle of milk that’s on the island.)
HENRY: Are you finished?
JOHN: Mmm.
(Henry turns around to put the milk into the fridge. John looks at Sherlock.)
JOHN: Mean anything to you?
SHERLOCK (softly): “Liberty in death” – isn’t that the expression? The only true freedom.
(John nods in agreement as Henry turns back around, sighing. Sherlock takes a drink from his
mug.)
HENRY: What now, then?
JOHN: Sherlock’s got a plan.
SHERLOCK: Yes.
HENRY: Right.
SHERLOCK: We take you back out onto the moor ...
HENRY (nervously): Okay ...
SHERLOCK: ... and see if anything attacks you.
JOHN: What?!
SHERLOCK: That should bring things to a head.
HENRY: At night? You want me to go out there at night?
SHERLOCK: Mmm.
JOHN: That’s your plan? (He snorts laughter.) Brilliant(!)
SHERLOCK: Got any better ideas?
JOHN: That’s not a plan.
SHERLOCK: Listen, if there is a monster out there, John, there’s only one thing to do: find out
where it lives.
(He looks round to Henry and smiles widely at him before taking another drink from his mug.
Henry does not look encouraged by this.)

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)