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(Holmes turns his head to look at him. Watson is staring towards the house. Holmes follows his
gaze. Through a dark archway at the house, the illuminated veiled figure of the Bride floats
slightly above the ground.)
WATSON: What are we to do?
(The Bride raises her right hand as if encouraging her watchers to approach.)
HOLMES (nonchalantly): Why don’t we have a chat?
(He jumps up. Watson frowns, but then follows and they run across the garden towards the
house.)
HOLMES (calling out as he runs along the front of the house): Mrs Ricoletti, I believe.
(He and Watson stop outside the front porch, a few yards away from the ghostly image. The
Bride lowers her hand. Still floating above the ground in front of a nearby doorway, her other
hand has its fingers splayed threateningly.)
HOLMES: Pleasant night for the time of year, is it not?
(Watson seizes Holmes’ arm as if to hold him back.)
WATSON: It cannot be true, Holmes. It cannot!
(The Bride floats backwards towards the door, holding out her hands towards the men as if in
invitation.)
HOLMES: No, it can’t.
(The Bride begins to fade from view. At the same moment, a man screams inside the house.
Holmes and Watson turn their heads towards the sound. Somewhere, a large pane of glass can
be heard smashing. Holmes and then Watson turn back towards the other doorway but the
Bride has vanished. Holmes runs to the front door and tries to open it.)
WATSON: Is it locked?
HOLMES (coming back out of the porch): As per instructions.
WATSON: That was a window breaking, wasn’t it?
HOLMES: There’s only one broken window we need concern ourselves with.
(They run to the nearest window beside the front door and Holmes jabs his elbow through the
glass, then breaks out the rest of the glass with his gloved hand. He and then Watson climb
inside, and Holmes strikes a match to light a lantern.)
HOLMES: Stay in here, Watson.
WATSON: What? No!
HOLMES: All the doors and windows to the house are locked. This is their only way out. I need
you here.
(Picking up the lantern, he hurries away.)
WATSON: But the sound was so close, it had to be from this side of the house.
HOLMES: Stay here!
(He runs into the house. Watson looks anxiously at the window behind him. Holmes runs for the
stairs just as a woman cries out in horror upstairs. As she continues to shriek, he reaches the
landing and looks around, shining the light from his lantern around the nearby carpet. Two
maids run up another set of stairs towards him, and Holmes heads off along the landing.
Turning a corner, he finds Lady Carmichael standing there in her night dress. On the carpet in
front of her is a pool of blood. Holmes looks up at Lady Carmichael as her maids hurry towards
her. She stares savagely at him.)
LADY CARMICHAEL: You promised to keep him safe. You promised!
(The maids take hold of her arms.)
LADY CARMICHAEL: You ...
(Holmes stares wide-eyed at her as she begins to sob. He turns away.)
LADY CARMICHAEL: You promised!
(Holmes makes his way along the landing, following a trail of fresh drops of blood.
Downstairs, in the entrance hall on the other side of a narrow corridor leading to Watson’s
position, the floor creaks. He takes out his revolver, holds it up with the barrel pointing towards
the ceiling, and cocks it. In the hall, the floor creaks again. Lowering his gun to his side, Watson
slowly walks forward across the broken glass on the floor and enters the corridor. He stops.)
WATSON: You’re human, I know that. You must be.
(It’s dark in the corridor. He puts his revolver onto a table beside him, on which is a candle and
a box of matches. He picks up the latter.)
WATSON: Little use, us standing here in the dark.
(He strikes a match and picks up the candle to light it.)
WATSON: After all, this is the nineteenth century.
(On the floors above, Holmes runs up another flight of stairs and into the eaves of the house.
He shines his lantern to the left and then to the right, and immediately sees a man lying on the

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)