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             SIR EUSTACE: It was her. It was the Bride.

             In 221B, Watson’s eyes widen and he looks across to Holmes, who glances back at him before
             looking at Lady Carmichael.
             HOLMES: And you saw nothing?
             LADY CARMICHAEL: Nothing.
             HOLMES: Did your husband describe ...
             LADY CARMICHAEL: Nothing – until this morning.

             FLASHBACK. NIGHT TIME. Once again Lady Carmichael wakes up and looks across to find the
             bed empty beside her. She sits up and looks around.
             Outside, Sir Eustace has a dressing gown over his night shirt and is walking across the front of
             the house towards the maze in his slippers. Shortly afterwards, Lady Carmichael, also wearing
             slippers and a dressing gown over her night dress, runs out to try and find him.
             LADY CARMICHAEL (calling out): Eustace!
             (She runs towards the maze but stops when she sees something lying on the ground. Looking
             down, she realises that it is one of Eustace’s slippers which must have slipped from his foot
             unnoticed. She walks forward a little and calls out again.)
             LADY CARMICHAEL: Eustace?!
             (She hurries on into the maze.)
             LADY CARMICHAEL: Eustace?
             (She continues on, turning several corners within the maze.)
             LADY CARMICHAEL: Eustace!
             (She trips over something on the ground.)
             LADY CARMICHAEL: Ah!
             (She falls to her hands and knees.)
             LADY CARMICHAEL: Blast!
             (She kneels up, looking down at her grazed hands ... and the Bride walks across the junction
             behind her. Unaware of this, Lady Carmichael cries out again, her voice desperate.)
             LADY CARMICHAEL: Eustace! Where are you? It’s me!
             (She turns her head to look behind her as a female voice begins to sing.)
             BRIDE (offscreen): ♪ Do not forget me, Do not forget me ...
             (Lady Carmichael rises to her feet.)
             BRIDE (offscreen): ♪ Remember the maid, The maid of the mill. ♪
             (Lady Carmichael walks back to the junction and turns right, and sees her husband standing
             there with his back to her. Facing him, just in front of a dead end, the Bride stands with her veil
             covering her face and her hands folded in front of her. Lady Carmichael walks slowly forward to
             stand just behind her husband. He is staring at the Bride in horror, his face deathly pale.)
             LADY CARMICHAEL: Who are you? I demand you speak! Who are you?
             (The Bride tilts her head to the right but doesn’t say anything. Lady Carmichael reaches out and
             seizes her husband’s right arm to turn him to face her.)
             LADY CARMICHAEL: Eustace! Speak to me!
             (She takes hold of both his arms and shakes him gently. He gazes at her blankly.)
             LADY CARMICHAEL: In the name of God!
             (She shakes him again and slaps his cheek. He rouses slightly.)
             SIR EUSTACE: She’s ... she’s Emelia Ricoletti.
             (He half-laughs, half-cries. They both turn and look at the Bride who, apparently without
             moving her feet, is slowly drifting forward towards them.)
             SIR EUSTACE (despairingly): No. Not you. No!
             (The Bride stops a few paces away from him.)
             SIR EUSTACE (terrified): Please!
             BRIDE: This night, Eustace Carmichael, you ... will ... die.
             (She reaches up with both hands and starts to lift her veil. Before her face can be revealed,
             however, Eustace’s eyes roll up into his head and he faints. Lady Carmichael cries out and
             catches him, lowering him to the ground and gasping. When she looks up a few seconds later,
             the Bride has gone. The camera rises up into the air to show the whole maze. There is no sign
             of the Bride.)

             The straight lines of parts of the maze resolve into a close-up of Holmes’ ludicrously long fingers
             steepled in front of his mouth while he sits in his armchair in 221B. Despite being very behind



                                                            Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)
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