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slope, Henry pauses. Sherlock shines his torch up in the direction of the sound ... and his face
begins to fill with horror at the sight which greets him. Unfortunately for the viewers, we can’t
see what he is looking at, but whatever it is growls savagely from the top of the Hollow. As the
beam from Sherlock’s flashlight flails along the Hollow’s rim, the whatever-it-is has already
retreated. Sherlock recoils, his face confused and bewildered as he tries to take in what he just
saw. From his position some distance away, Henry hurries down to join him.)
HENRY: Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Did you see
it?
(Sherlock lowers his head, still unable to get his mind to accept the evidence of his eyes. He
stares around, shaking his head, then shoves Henry out of his way and hurries back up the
hillside. Henry follows him.
Very shortly afterwards, John finally meets up with the other two making their way back.)
JOHN (referring to the howling): Did you hear that?
(Sherlock storms straight past him. John turns and follows.)
HENRY: We saw it. We saw it.
SHERLOCK: No. I didn’t see anything.
HENRY (chasing after him): What? What are you talking about?
SHERLOCK: I didn’t. See. Anything.
(He hurries onwards with Henry and John trailing along behind him.)

Some time later at Henry’s house, Henry and John hurry indoors. Sherlock has disappeared off
elsewhere.
HENRY: Look, he must have seen it. I saw it – he must have. He must have. I can’t ... Why?
Why?
(He stops in the doorway of the sitting room, turning back to John in anguish.)
HENRY: Why would he say that? It-it-it-it it was there. It was.
(Taking off his gloves, John ushers him across to the sofa.)
JOHN: Henry, Henry, I need you to sit down, try and relax, please.
HENRY (sitting on the sofa): I’m okay, I’m okay.
JOHN: Listen, I’m gonna give you something to help you sleep, all right?
(He looks around the room and sees a bottle of water on a bureau nearby. He goes over to get
it, while Henry unwraps his scarf from his neck, smiling.)
HENRY: This is good news, John. It’s-it’s-it’s good. I’m not crazy. There is a hound, there ...
there is. And Sherlock – he saw it too. No matter what he said, he saw it.

Later, Sherlock is back at the inn. Sitting in an armchair by a roaring open fire, his face is still
full of shock and disbelief. Unaware of his distress, other patrons sit at nearby tables having
their evening meal. John comes in and sits down in the armchair on the other side of the fire.
JOHN: Well, he is in a pretty bad way. He’s manic, totally convinced there’s some mutant super-
dog roaming the moors.
(With his hands in the prayer position in front of his mouth, Sherlock glances nervously at John
for a moment, then continues to gaze in the direction of the fire, lost in thought.)
JOHN: And there isn’t, though, is there? ’Cause if people knew how to make a mutant super-
dog, we’d know.
(Sherlock clasps his fingers together, closing his eyes and breathing heavily as if trying to fend
off a panic attack.)
JOHN: They’d be for sale. I mean, that’s how it works.
(He remembers something and reaches for his notebook.)
JOHN: Er, listen: er, on the moor I saw someone signalling. Er, Morse – I guess it’s Morse.
(Sherlock blinks rapidly and repeatedly.)
JOHN (looking at his notes): Doesn’t seem to make much sense.
(Sherlock pulls in a sharp breath through his nose and then blows the breath out again through
his mouth.)
JOHN: Er, U, M, Q, R, A. Does that mean ... anything ...
(He finally realises how distressed his colleague is looking and pauses for a moment, then
decides that he can’t be right. He puts his notebook away again and sits back in his chair.)
JOHN: So, okay, what have we got? We know there’s footprints, ’cause Henry found them; so
did the tour guide bloke. We all heard something.
(Sherlock blows out another shaky breath. John looks across to him and frowns momentarily.)
JOHN: Maybe we should just look for whoever’s got a big dog.
SHERLOCK: Henry’s right.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)