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looking like the head of a huge dog, slams against the glass on the other side and then
immediately vanishes again. Screaming and wailing in panic, Henry stumbles back and aims his
pistol at the glass. The lights fade out again. Henry sobs and a couple of seconds later the lights
flash on yet again. His eyes rake over the garden but there’s nothing to be seen. The lights fade
one more time and by now Henry has sunk to the floor, his hands over his face while he sobs in
absolute terror.

CROSS KEYS INN. John is sitting at a table in the pub with Louise Mortimer. They are chatting
and laughing.
MORTIMER (giggling): That’s so mean!
(John picks up a half-empty wine bottle from the table.)
JOHN: Um, more wine, Doctor?
MORTIMER: Are you trying to get me drunk, Doctor?
JOHN: The thought never occurred! (He refills her glass.)
MORTIMER: Because a while ago I thought you were chatting me up.
JOHN (refilling his own glass): Ooh! Where did I go wrong?
MORTIMER: When you started asking me about my patients.
JOHN: Well, you see, I am one of Henry’s oldest friends.
MORTIMER: Yeah, and he’s one of my patients, so I can’t talk about him.
JOHN: Mmm.
MORTIMER: Although he has told me about all his oldest friends. (She looks at him
thoughtfully.) Which one are you?
JOHN (hopefully): A new one?
(She scoffs.)
JOHN: Okay, what about his father? He wasn’t one of your patients. Wasn’t he some sort of
conspiracy nutter ... (he quickly corrects himself) ... theorist?
MORTIMER: You’re only a nutter if you’re wrong.
JOHN: Mmm. And was he wrong?
MORTIMER: I should think so!
JOHN: But he got fixated on Baskerville, didn’t he? With what they were doing in there ...
Couldn’t Henry have gone the same way, started imagining a hound?
(Louise looks at him pointedly.)
MORTIMER: Why d’you think I’m going to talk about this?!
JOHN (laughing in acknowledgement of her seeing through him): Because I think you’re worried
about him, and because I’m a doctor too ...
(His face becomes more serious.)
JOHN: ... and because I have another friend who might be having the same problem.
(They lock eyes for a long moment and finally Louise sighs. She has apparently decided to tell
him more than she really ought to ... but before she can even begin a hand claps down onto
John’s shoulder from behind him. John looks round and sees Bob Frankland grinning down at
him.)
FRANKLAND: Doctor Watson!
JOHN (unhappily): Hi.
FRANKLAND (to Louise): Hello. (To John) How’s the investigation going?
JOHN (doing everything but roll his eyes in dismay): Hello.
MORTIMER: What? Investigation?
FRANKLAND: Didn’t you know? Don’t you read the blog? Sherlock Holmes!
JOHN: It’s ...
MORTIMER: Sherlock who?
JOHN: No, it’s ...
FRANKLAND: Private detective! (He claps John on the shoulder again.) This is his PA!
JOHN: PA?
FRANKLAND: Well, live-in PA.
JOHN: Perfect(!)
MORTIMER: Live-in.
JOHN: This is Doctor Mortimer, Henry’s therapist.
FRANKLAND: Oh, hello. (He shakes hands with her.) Bob Frankland.
(He turns back to John. As he speaks, Louise is already twisting on her chair to take her coat off
the back.)
FRANKLAND: Listen, tell Sherlock I’ve been keeping an eye on Stapleton. Any time he wants a
little chat ... right?

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)