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             (Sherlock appears to be taking no notice of him, and now Mrs Hudson knocks on the closed
             living room door with her customary “Ooh-ooh!” and then comes in, still in her nightwear. She
             apparently feels the tension in the room.)
             MRS HUDSON: Oh, sorry, am I interrupting?
             (Sherlock rolls his eyes and looks away. She turns her attention to John.)
             MRS HUDSON: Some chap delivered a parcel. I forgot. Marked ‘Perishable’ – I had to sign for it.
             (John takes the Jiffy bag from her and immediately realises that there’s a wax seal over the
             flap. Sherlock looks across and also sees the seal.)
             MRS HUDSON: Funny name. German, like the fairytales.
             (Sherlock rises to his feet and walks forward, his gaze intense and locked on the Jiffy bag as
             John opens it and pulls out the contents. Outside, the sirens of several different vehicles are
             approaching. In John’s hand is a large gingerbread man but it’s an unusual colour. He tilts it so
             that Sherlock can see it better.)
             SHERLOCK: Burnt to a crisp.
             (The vehicles pull up outside and the sirens stop, and doors start to slam as people get out of
             the cars.)
             JOHN (referring to the burnt gingerbread man): What does it mean?
             (The doorbell rings and at the same time someone pounds on the front door knocker.)
             VOICE: Police!
             MRS HUDSON: I’ll go.
             (She turns and hurries down the stairs as someone continues to knock on the door. Voices can
             be heard as she opens the door.)
             DONOVAN (offscreen): Sherlock ...
             LESTRADE (offscreen): Evening, Mrs Hudson.
             DONOVAN (calling up the stairs): We need to talk to you!
             (John puts the gingerbread man back into the envelope and puts it on the table before heading
             out of the flat. Downstairs, Mrs Hudson sounds angry.)
             MRS HUDSON (offscreen): Don’t barge in like that!
             (Feet can be heard trotting up the stairs. Calmly Sherlock turns around and picks up his scarf
             and loops it around his neck. John is apparently blocking the stairs partway up.)
             JOHN (offscreen): Have you got a warrant? Have you?
             LESTRADE (offscreen): Leave it, John.
             MRS HUDSON (offscreen): Really! Manners!
             (Sherlock puts on his coat.
             Shortly afterwards Greg stands in front of him while one of two armed officers attaches
             handcuffs to his left wrist.)
             LESTRADE: Sherlock Holmes, I’m arresting you on suspicion of abduction and kidnapping.
             (John gestures towards Sherlock while looking at Greg as the officer pulls Sherlock’s left hand
             behind his back in order to cuff his other wrist.)
             JOHN: He’s not resisting.
             SHERLOCK: It’s all right, John.
             JOHN: He’s not resisting. No, it’s not all right. This is ridiculous.
             LESTRADE (to the officer who just handcuffed Sherlock): Get him downstairs now.
             (The officer spins Sherlock around and marches him out of the door. Mrs Hudson stands nearby
             almost in tears.)
             JOHN (to Greg): You know you don’t have to do ...
             LESTRADE (getting into his face and pointing at him sternly): Don’t try to interfere, or I shall
             arrest you too.
             (He turns and leaves the room. John turns to Sally who is standing near the door.)
             JOHN: You done?
             DONOVAN (looking smug and oh-so-very punchable as she walks into the room): Oh, I said it.
             JOHN: Mmm-hmm?
             DONOVAN: First time we met.
             JOHN: Don’t bother.
             DONOVAN: “Solving crimes won’t be enough. One day he’ll cross the line.” Now, ask yourself:
             what sort of man would kidnap those kids just so he can impress us all by finding them?
             (Mrs Hudson gasps. Just then the Chief Superintendant walks in.)
             CHIEF SUPERINTENDANT: Donovan.
             DONOVAN: Sir.
             CHIEF SUPERINTENDANT: Got our man?
             DONOVAN: Er, yes, sir.

                                                            Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)
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