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JOHN: Mmm.
(Frankland laughs heartily, claps John on the shoulder yet again and then walks away. John
looks at Louise and realises that she has got her coat in her hands.)
JOHN: Oh.
MORTIMER: Why don’t you buy him a drink? I think he likes you.
(She stands up and leaves. John sighs.)

DAY TIME. THE MOORS. Sherlock is back on the stony outcrop again, staring towards
Baskerville. His eyes flick between the complex and Dewer’s Hollow, then he turns and looks
back towards Grimpen Village.

HENRY’S HOUSE. Henry goes to the door at the sound of a knock. As soon as he opens it
Sherlock surges though, being loudly cheerful.
SHERLOCK: Morning!
(He seems about to head for the kitchen but suddenly turns around and clasps Henry by the
shoulders.)
SHERLOCK: Oh, how are you feeling?
(Henry looks terrible. Sherlock ducks his head down to get a better look into his face.)
HENRY (exhaustedly): I’m ... I didn’t sleep very well.
SHERLOCK: That’s a shame. Shall I make you some coffee? (He looks up at the ceiling above
the door and points.) Oh look, you’ve got damp!
(He grins falsely at him until Henry turns his head to look at the ceiling, then drops the smile
and turns and walks away towards the kitchen. Hurrying over to the cupboards, he starts
opening and closing each one rapidly. Finally he finds the metal jar that he’s looking for and
takes it out, rummaging inside it while he elbows the cupboard door closed. Tucking something
from the jar inside his coat, he goes over to the sink and picks up a couple of mugs, taking
them over to the central island just as Henry tiredly wanders in.)
HENRY: Listen ... last night.
(Sherlock gives him that horrifying attempt at a friendly smile while he takes the top off the
coffee tin.)
HENRY: Why did you say you hadn’t seen anything? I mean, I only saw the hound for a minute,
but...
(Sherlock has been dumping spoonfuls of coffee into the mugs without even looking, his eyes
locked on Henry’s, and now he slams the coffee tin down onto the surface and steps closer to
him, his eyes back to their normal intensity.)
SHERLOCK: Hound.
HENRY: What?
SHERLOCK: Why do you call it a hound? Why a hound?
HENRY: Why – what do you mean?
SHERLOCK: It’s odd, isn’t it? Strange choice of words – archaic. It’s why I took the case. “Mr
Holmes, they were the footprints of a gigantic hound.” Why say “hound”?
HENRY: I don’t know! I ...
SHERLOCK: Actually, I’d better skip the coffee.
(He flares out of the kitchen. Henry sighs wearily.)

Later, Sherlock is walking back through the village but stops when he sees John in the church
graveyard, sitting on the steps of a war memorial and looking through the notes in his
notebook. Sherlock goes through the kissing gate [shut up, my imagination ...] and walks along
the path towards John, who looks up as he hears him approach. John’s expression becomes
uncomfortable as he tucks his notebook into his pocket. Grimacing briefly, Sherlock stops in
front of him, also looking awkward.
SHERLOCK: Did you, er, get anywhere with that Morse code?
JOHN (stepping down): No.
(He starts to walk away.)
SHERLOCK: U, M, Q, R, A, wasn’t it?
(John keeps walking and Sherlock follows along behind him. He voices the initials as a word.)
SHERLOCK: UMQRA.
JOHN: Nothing.
(In Sherlock’s mind, he puts full stops in between the letters but still voices it as a word.)
SHERLOCK: U.M.Q...
JOHN: Look, forget it. It’s ... I thought I was on to something. I wasn’t.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)