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HOLMES: Why were you so frightened? Nothing so far has justified your assault on my
decanter, and why have you allowed a dead woman to be placed under arrest?
HOOPER: Ah. That would be the other feature of interest.
(Hooper lifts the right hand of the corpse, showing her index finger. Holmes and Watson bend
down for a closer look.)
WATSON: Ah. A smear of blood on her finger. That could have happened any number of ways.
HOOPER: Indeed.
(Lowering the hand, Hooper looks sternly at Holmes.)
HOOPER: There’s one other thing. It wasn’t there earlier.
(Holmes straightens up. Lestrade points to a nearby wall.)
LESTRADE: And neither was that.
(He walks towards the wall and picks up a lantern to illuminate it more clearly. Watson walks
around the table and he and Holmes go over to the wall. In the light from the lantern, a single
word can be seen painted on the wall, apparently in blood:

YOU

There’s a brief flashback to the Bride standing on the balcony, pointing her pistols into the
street and crying out, “You!” or “You?” three times to various men.)
WATSON: Holmes!
HOLMES (softly, staring at the word on the wall): Gun in the mouth; a bullet through the brain;
back of the head blown clean off. How could he survive?
(Confused, Watson looks around the mortuary and then turns back to Holmes.)
WATSON: She, you mean.
HOLMES (his eyes still fixed on the wall): I’m sorry?
WATSON: Not “he,” “she.”
HOLMES (absently): Yes, yes, of course.
(He stares at the wall for another moment, apparently lost in thought, then jumps and comes
back to himself.)
HOLMES (more normally, turning to the others): Well, thank you all for a fascinating case. (He
looks at Lestrade.) I’ll send you a telegram when I’ve solved it. Watson?
(He walks away and leaves the room. Watson, however, turns back to Hooper and points down
at the body.)
WATSON: Er, the gunshot wound was obviously the cause of death, but there are clear
indicators of consumption. Might be worth a post mortem. We need all the information we can
get.
(He turns and starts to walk away.)
HOOPER: Oh, isn’t he observant now that Daddy’s gone?
(Watson stops. Hooper quietly smirks. After a moment, Watson turns back and walks closer to
the table again.)
WATSON (quietly): I am observant in some ways, just as Holmes is quite blind in others.
HOOPER (sarcastically): Really?
WATSON (quietly): Yes. Really. (He looks at Hooper pointedly.) Amazing what one has to do to
get ahead in a man’s world.
(Hooper stares at him. Watson doffs his hat to him her, then puts it back on his head. He
glances across to Anderson, then turns and walks away. Hooper swallows a little nervously and
watches him go.)
ANDERSON: What’s he saying that for?
HOOPER (sternly): Get back to work.

HANSOM CAB. Watson looks across to his friend.
WATSON: Well, Holmes? Surely you must have some theory.
HOLMES: Not yet. These are deep waters, Watson. Deep waters. (He looks out of the window.)
And I shall have to go deeper still.

Headlines from various newspaper reports drift across the screen:

STATEMENT FROM CAB DRIVER
“IT WAS MRS RICOLETTI”

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)