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MORTIMER: He’s got a gun. He went for the gun and tried to ...
JOHN: What?
(She breaks down in tears again.)
MORTIMER: He’s gone. You’ve got to stop him. I don’t know what he might do.
JOHN: Where-where are you?
MORTIMER: His house. I’m okay, I’m okay.
JOHN: Right: stay there. We’ll get someone to you, okay?
(Lowering his phone, he begins to text.)
SHERLOCK: Henry?
JOHN: He’s attacked her.
SHERLOCK: Gone?
JOHN: Mmm.
SHERLOCK (hitting a speed dial on his own phone): There’s only one place he’ll go to: back to
where it all started. (Into phone) Lestrade. Get to the Hollow. ... Dewer’s Hollow, now. And
bring a gun.

With the pistol still in his hand, Henry is walking briskly across the moors towards the woods
surrounding Dewer’s Hollow. Some distance behind him, Sherlock and John race across the
terrain in the Land Rover. Unaware of this, Henry continues onwards, stopping momentarily to
stare tearfully at the woods ahead of him, but then he continues onwards. Not long afterwards
Sherlock pulls up presumably where the woods begin and he and John get out and continue on
foot. Henry reaches the lip of the Hollow and begins to make his way down into the misty
valley. Reaching the bottom he slows down and stumbles slowly forward, wandering around
vaguely for a moment before coming to a halt.
HENRY (softly): I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Dad.
(Squatting down, he brings up the pistol and opens his mouth as he aims the muzzle towards
it.)
SHERLOCK: No, Henry, no! No!
(He and John scramble down the slope, shining their torches towards him. Henry stands up and
stumbles backwards, waving the pistol vaguely in their direction. His voice is high-pitched and
hysterical.)
HENRY: Get back. Get – get away from me!
JOHN: Easy, Henry. Easy. Just relax.
HENRY: I know what I am. I know what I tried to do!
JOHN: Just put the gun down. It’s okay.
HENRY (his voice hoarse with anguish): No, no, I know what I am!
SHERLOCK (as reassuring as he’ll ever sound): Yes, I’m sure you do, Henry. It’s all been
explained to you, hasn’t it – explained very carefully.
HENRY: What?
SHERLOCK: Someone needed to keep you quiet; needed to keep you as a child to reassert the
dream that you’d both clung on to, because you had started to remember.
(He begins to step closer to the young man.)
SHERLOCK: Remember now, Henry. You’ve got to remember what happened here when you
were a little boy.
(Henry’s gun hand begins to droop momentarily but then he raises it again, his face full of his
struggle to understand.)
HENRY: I thought it had got my dad – the hound. I thought ...
(He loses control and begins to scream in anguish.)
HENRY: Oh Je... oh Jesus, I don’t – I don’t know any more!
(Sobbing, he bends forward and aims the muzzle into his mouth again.)
JOHN (lurching forward towards him): No, Henry! Henry, for God’s sake!
SHERLOCK (urgently): Henry, remember. “Liberty In.” Two words; two words a frightened little
boy saw here twenty years ago.
(Henry begins to calm a little but still remains hunched over with the gun’s muzzle against his
mouth.)
SHERLOCK: You’d started to piece things together, remember what really happened here that
night. It wasn’t an animal, was it, Henry?
(Henry starts to straighten up, blinking.)
SHERLOCK: Not a monster.
(Henry turns to look at him.)
SHERLOCK: A man.

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)