Sherlock Series 2

The Hounds of Baskerville


Amelia Bullmore  Clive Mantle  Gordon Kennedy  Rosalind Knight  Rupert Graves  Russell Tovey  Sasha Behar  Simon Paisley Day  Stephen Wight  Una Stubbs  Will Sharpe

Young Henry: Oh hello. What is it, dear? Are you alright? Are you lost?

Holmes drenched in blood: Well that was tedious.
Watson: You went on the Tube like that?
Sherlock: None of the cabs would take me.

Sherlock: John. I need some. Get me some.
Watson: No.
Sherlock: Get me some.
Watson: No. Cold turkey, we agreed. No matter what. Anyway, you’ve paid everyone off, remember? No one in a two-mile radius will sell you any.
Sherlock: Stupid idea. Who’s idea was that? {John clears his throat}

Mrs. Hudson (Una Stubbs): How ’bout a nice cuppa? Perhaps you could put away your harpoon.
Sherlock: I need something stronger than tea! Seven percent stronger.

Sherlock: Oh John, I envy you so much.
Watson: You envy me?
Sherlock: Your mind. It’s so placid. Straightforward. Barely used. Mine’s like an engine, racing out of control. A rocket, tearing itself to pieces trapped on the launch pad. I need a case!
Watson: You’ve just solved one by harpooning a dead pig, apparently.
Sherlock: Ah! That was this morning. When’s the next one?
Watson: Nothing on the web site.

Sherlock: Phone Lestrade. Tell him there’s an escaped rabbit.
Watson: Are you serious?
Sherlock: It’s this or Cluedo.
Watson: Ah, no. We are never playing that again.
Sherlock: Why?
Watson: Because it’s not actually possible for the victim to have done it, Sherlock.

Watson: Single ring.
Sherlock: Maximum pressure just under the half-second.
Both: Client.

Reporter: Dartmoor. It’s always been a place of myth and legend. But is there something else lurking out here? Something very real. Because Dartmoor’s also home to one of the government’s most secret of operations. The chemical and biological research center. Which is said to be even more sensitive than Porton Down. Since the end of the Second World War there have been persistent stories about the Baskerville Experiments. Genetic mutations. Animals grown for the battlefield. There are many who believe that within this compound—in the heart of this ancient wilderness—there are horrors beyond imagining. But the real question is, Are all of them still inside?

Henry: I was just a kid. It was on the moor. It was dark, but I know what I saw. I know what killed my father.

Sherlock: What did you see?
Henry Knight (Russell Tovey): Oh, I was just about to say.
Sherlock: Yes, in a TV interview. I prefer to do my own editing.
Henry: Yes. Sorry, yes of course. Excuse me. {he pulls out a handkerchief}
Watson: In your own time.
Sherlock: But quite quickly.

Sherlock: Yes, good. Skipping to the night that your dad was violently killed. Where did that happen?
Henry: There’s a place, it’s a sort of local landmark called Dewar’s [?] Hollow. That’s an ancient name for the devil.
Sherlock: So?
Watson: Did you see the devil that night?
Henry: Yes. It was huge. Cold black fur with red eyes. It got him. Tore at him, tore him apart. I can’t remember anything else. They found the next morning just wandering on the moor. My dad’s body was never found.

Watson: Red eyes, cold black fur. Enormous… dog? Wolf?
Sherlock: Or a genetic experiment.
Henry: Are you laughing at me, Mr. Holmes?
Sherlock: Why, are you joking?
Henry: My dad was always going on about the things they were doing at Baskerville. About the type of monsters they were breeding there. People used to laugh at him. At least the TV people took me seriously.
Sherlock: I assume it did wonders for Devon tourism.

Watson: Henry, whatever did happen to your father, it was twenty years ago. Why come to us now?
Henry: I’m not sure you can help me, Mr. Holmes, because you find it all so funny.
Sherlock: Because of what happened last night.
Watson: Why? What happened last night?

Watson: Not now, Sherlock.
Sherlock: Oh please. I’ve been cooped up here for ages.
Watson: You’re just showing off.
Sherlock: Of course. I am a show-off, that’s what we do.

Sherlock: Yes, if I wanted poetry I’d read John’s emails to his girlfriends. Much funnier.

Henry: You’ll come down then?
Sherlock: No, I can’t leave London at the moment. Far too busy. But don’t worry. I’m putting my best man onto it. Always rely on John to send me all the relevant data as he never understands a word of it himself.
Watson: What are you talking about, you’re busy? You don’t have a case. A minute ago you were complaining—
Sherlock: Bluebell, John! I’ve got Bluebell. The case of the vanishing glow-in-the-dark rabbit. NATO’s in uproar.
Henry: Oh, sorry. You’re not coming then? {Sherlock shakes his head forlornly}
Watson realizing the problem: Oh. Okay. Okay. {he grabs the cigarettes from under the skull}
Sherlock: Don’t need those anymore, I’m going to Dartmoor. You go on ahead, Henry. We’ll follow later.
Henry: Sorry, so you are coming?
Sherlock: Twenty year old disappearance, a monstrous hound. I wouldn’t miss this for the world!

Watson: Oh. Looks like Mrs. Hudson finally got to the wife in Doncaster.
Sherlock: Wait ’til she finds out about the one in Islamabad.

Henry: That part doesn’t change.
Dr. Louise Mortimer (Sasha Behar): What does?
Henry: There’s something else. It’s a word. “Liberty.”
Dr. Mortimer: Liberty?
Henry: There’s another word. “In”. I-N. Liberty in. What do you think it means?

Watson: I couldn’t help noticing on the map of the moor. A skull and crossbones?
Gary (Gordon Kennedy): Oh that.
Watson: Pirates?
Gary: Eh no. No. the Great Grimpen Minefield, they call it.
Watson: Oh right.
Gary: It’s not what you think. It’s the Baskerville testing site. It’s been going for eighty-odd years. I’m not sure anyone knows what’s there anymore.
Watson: Explosives?
Gary: Oh not just explosives. Break ina that place and if you’re lucky you just get blowed up, so they say.

Fletcher (Stephen Wight): In the labs there—the really secret labs, he said he’d seen… terrible things. Rats as big as dogs, he said. And dogs. Dogs the size of horses.
Watson: Ah, we did say fifty.

Watson: You’ve got ID for Baskerville?
Sherlock: No. It’s not specific to this place. It’s my brother’s. Access all areas. I, um, acquired it ages ago just in case.
Watson: Brilliant.
Sherlock: It’s nothing.
Watson: We’ll get caught.
Sherlock: No we won’t. Well not just yet.
Watson: Caught in five minutes. “Oh hi, we just thought we’d come in and have a wander around your top secret weapons base.” “Really? Great! Come in. [?]” That’s if we don’t get shot.

Watson: Mycroft’s name literally opens doors.
Sherlock: I told you. He practically is the British government. I reckon we’ve got about twenty minutes before they realize something’s wrong.

Sherlock: Nice touch.
Watson: I haven’t pulled rank in ages.
Sherlock: Enjoyed it?
Watson: Oh yeah.

Dr. Franklyn (Clive Mantle): And you are?
Corporal Lyons (Will Sharpe): Sorry, Dr. Franklyn. I’m just showing these gentlemen around.
Dr. Franklyn: Ah. New faces. How nice. Careful you don’t get stuck here, though. I only came to fix a tire.

Sherlock: Stapleton. I knew I knew your name.
Dr. Stapleton (Amelia Bullmore): Doubt it.
Sherlock: People say there’s no such thing as coincidence. What dull lives they must lead. {he holds up an accusatory BLUEBELL}
Dr. Stapleton: Have you been talking to my daughter?
Sherlock: Why did Bluebell have to die, Dr. Stapleton?
Watson: The rabbit?

Watson: Did we just break in to a military base to investigate a rabbit?

Major Barrymore (Simon Paisley Day): What the hell’s going on?!
Dr. Franklyn: It’s alright, Major. I know exactly who these gentlemen are.
Major Barrymore: You do?
Dr. Franklyn: Yeah, I’m getting a little slow on faces but Mr. Holmes isn’t someone I expected to show up in these parts.
Sherlock: Well, I—
Dr. Franklyn: Good to see you again, Mycroft.

Sherlock: Thank you.
Dr. Franklyn: This is about Henry Knight, isn’t it? I thought so. I knew he wanted help, but I didn’t realize he was going to contact Sherlock Holmes. Oh don’t worry, I know who you really are. I’m never off your web site. Thought you’d be wearing the hat though.
Sherlock: That wasn’t my hat.
Dr. Franklyn: I hardly recognize you without the hat.
Sherlock: Wasn’t my hat.
Dr. Franklyn: I love the blog too, Dr. Watson.
Watson: Oh cheers.

Sherlock: I never did ask, Dr. Franklyn. What is it exactly that you do here?
Dr. Franklyn: Mr. Holmes, I would love to tell you. But then I’d have to kill you.
Sherlock: That would be tremendously ambitious of you.

Watson: Can we not do this this time?
Sherlock: Do what?
Watson: You being all mysterious with your cheekbones and turning your coat collar up so you look cool.
Sherlock: I don’t do that.
Watson: Yeah, you do.

Watson: So the email from Kirstie. The missing luminous rabbit.
Sherlock: Kirstie Stapleton. Whose mother specializes in genetic manipulation.
Watson: She made her daughter’s rabbit glow in the dark.
Sherlock: Probably a fluorescent gene. Removed and spliced into the specimen. Simple enough these days.

Watson: So…
Sherlock: So we know that Dr. Stapleton performs secret genetic experiments on animals. The question is, has she been working on something deadlier than a rabbit.
Watson: To be fair, that is quite a wide field.

Henry: What now then?
Watson: Sherlock’s got a plan.
Sherlock: Yes.
Henry: Right.
Sherlock: We take you back out onto the moor.
Henry: Okay.
Sherlock: And see if anything attacks you.
Watson: What?
Sherlock: That should bring things to a head.

Holmes about Dr. Franklyn: He knew your father.
Henry: Yeah.
Sherlock: But he works at Baskerville. Didn’t your dad have a problem with that?
Henry: Well, mates are mates, aren’t they? I mean look at you and John.
Sherlock: What about us?
Henry: Well I mean, he’s a pretty straightforward bloke and you…

Watson: Did you hear that?
Henry: We saw it. We saw it!
Sherlock: No. I didn’t see anything.
Henry: What are you talking about?
Sherlock: I didn’t see anything.

Sherlock: Henry’s right.
Watson: What?
Sherlock: I saw it too.
Watson: What?
Sherlock: I saw it too, John.
Watson: Just… just a minute. You saw what?
Sherlock: A hound out there in the hollow. A gigantic hound!

Watson: Let’s just stick to the facts.
Sherlock: Once you rule out the impossible, whatever remains—however improbable—must be true.

Sherlock: I’ve always been able to keep myself distant. Divorce myself from feelings. But you see? Body’s betraying me. Interesting, yes? Emotions. The grease on the lenses. The fly in the ointment.
Watson: Alright. Spock. Just take it easy.

Sherlock: You want me to prove it, yes? We’re looking for a dog, yes? Could be a dog. That’s your brilliant theory. Cherchez la chien. Good.

Watson: Now why would you listen to me. I’m just your friend.
Sherlock: I don’t have friends!
Watson: Nah. Wonder why.

Watson: Okay, what about his father? He wasn’t one of your patients. Wasn’t he some sort of conspiracy nutter— theorist.
Grace Mortimer (Rosalind Knight): You’re only a nutter if you’re wrong.
Watson: And was he wrong?
Dr. Mortimer: I should think so.

Henry: Listen, last night. Why did you say you hadn’t seen anything? I mean I only saw the hound for a minute—
Sherlock: Hound.
Henry: What?
Sherlock: Why do you call it a hound? Why a hound?
Henry: Why? What do you mean?
Sherlock: It’s odd, isn’t it? Strange choice of words. Archaic. It’s why I took the case. “Mr. Holmes, they were the footprints of a gigantic hound.” Why say “hound”?

Sherlock: How about Louise Mortimer? Did you get anywhere with her?
Watson: No.
Sherlock: Too bad. Did you get any information?
Watson: You’re being funny now.
Sherlock: Thought it might break the ice a bit.
Watson: Funny doesn’t suit you. Stick to ice.

Sherlock: I felt doubt. I’ve always been able to trust my own sense, the evidence of my own eyes until last night.
Watson: You can’t actually believe that you saw some kind of monster?
Sherlock: No, I can’t believe that. But I did see it, so the question is, how? How?

Sherlock: Listen. What I said before, John, I meant it. I don’t have friends. I’ve just got one.
Watson: Right.

Sherlock: John! You are amazing! You are fantastic!
Watson: Yes, alright. Don’t have to overdo it.
Sherlock: You’ve never been the most luminous of people, but as a conductor of light you are unbeatable.
Watson: Cheers. What?
Sherlock: Some people who aren’t geniuses have an amazing ability to stimulate it in others.
Watson: Hang on, you were saying sorry a minute ago. Don’t spoil it.

Sherlock: What the hell are you doing here?
Lestrade (Rupert Graves): Oh, nice to see you too. I’m on a holiday, would you believe.
Sherlock: No. I wouldn’t.

Sherlock: I’m waiting for an explanation, Inspector. Why are you here?
Lestrade: I told you, I’m on a holiday.
Sherlock: You’re brown as a nut. You’re clearly just back from your holidays.
Lestrade: Maybe I fancied another one.
Sherlock: Oh this is Mycroft, isn’t it?
Lestrade: Now look—
Sherlock: Of course it is! One mention of Baskerville and he sends down my handler to, to spy on me incognito. Is that why you’re calling yourself Greg?
Watson: That’s his name.
Sherlock: Is it?
Watson: Yes.

Lestrade: I suppose he likes having the same faces back together. It appeals to his… his…
Watson: Aspergers?

Major Barrymore: I don’t know what the hell you expect to find here anyway.
Sherlock: Perhaps the truth.
Major Barrymore: Oh I see. The big coat should have told me. You’re one of the conspiracy lot, aren’t you?

Sherlock: Are you alright? John.
Watson: Jesus Christ, it was the hound. Sherlock, it was here. I swear it, Sherlock. It must— Did you see it? You must have?
Sherlock: It’s alright. It’s okay now.
Watson: No, it’s not! It’s not okay! I saw it, I was wrong!
Sherlock: Let’s not jump to conclusions.
Watson: What?
Sherlock: What did you see?
Watson: I told you, I saw the hound.
Sherlock: Huge, red eyes?
Watson: Yes.
Sherlock: Glowing?
Watson: Yeah.
Sherlock: No.
Watson: What?
Sherlock: I made up the bit about glowing. You saw what you expected to see because I told you. You have been drugged. We have all been drugged.

Dr. Stapleton: Oh. Back again? What’s on your mind this time?
Sherlock: Murder, Dr. Stapleton. Refined, cold-blooded murder. Will you tell little Kirstie what happened to Bluebell or shall I?
Dr. Stapleton: Okay. What do you want?
Sherlock: Can I borrow your microscope?

Dr. Stapleton: Size isn’t a problem. Not at all. The only limits are ethics and the law and both those things can be very flexible. But not here, not at Baskerville.

Sherlock: Get out, I need to go to my mind palace.
Dr. Stapleton: Your what?
Watson: He’s not going to be doing much talking for awhile. We may as well go.
Dr. Stapleton: His what?
Watson: His mind palace. It’s a memory technique. A sort of mental map. He plots a map with a location. It doesn’t have to be a real place. And then you deposit memories there that theoretically you could never forget anything. All you have to do is find your way back to it.
Dr. Stapleton: So this imaginary location could be anything. A house or a street? But he said palace. He said it was palace.
Watson: Yeah, well he would, wouldn’t he.

Sherlock: Someone needed to keep you quiet. Needed to keep you as a child to reassert the dream that you both clung on to. Because you had started to remember. Remember now, Henry. You’ve got to remember. What happened here when you were a little boy?
Henry: I thought it had got my dad. The hound. Oh Jesus, I don’t— I don’t know anymore! I don’t …
Sherlock: Henry, remember. “Liberty in”. Two words. Two words a frightened little boy saw here twenty years ago. You started to piece things together, remember what really happened here that night. It wasn’t an animal, was it, Henry? Not a monster. A man.

Sherlock: You couldn’t cope. You were just a child. So you rationalized it into something very different. Then you started to remember so you had to be stopped. Driven out of your mind so no one would believe a word you said.

Sherlock: Oh this case, Henry. Thank you. It’s been brilliant.
Watson: Sherlock.
Sherlock: What?
Watson: Timing.
Sherlock: No good?

Henry: This means that my dad was right! He found something out, hadn’t he? And that’s why you killed him because he was right. And he found you right in the middle of an experiment.

Sherlock: So they didn’t have it put down then. The dog.
Watson: Obviously. Perhaps they just couldn’t bring themselves to do it.
Sherlock: I see.
Watson: No, you don’t.
Sherlock: No, I don’t. Sentiment?
Watson: Sentiment.

Watson: Listen, what happened to me in the lab?

Watson: Hang on. You thought it was in the sugar. You were convinced it was in the sugar.
Sherlock: Better get going, actually. There’s a train that leaves in half an hour, so if you want to…
Watson: Oh god. It was you. You locked me in that bloody lab.
Sherlock: I had to. It was an experiment.

Sherlock: I knew what effect it had on a superior mind so I needed to try it on an average one. You know what I mean.
Watson: But it wasn’t in the sugar.
Sherlock: Yeah well. I wasn’t to know you’d already been exposed to the gas.
Watson: So you got it wrong.
Sherlock: No.
Watson: You were wrong. It wasn’t in the sugar. You got it wrong.
Sherlock: A bit. Won’t happen again.

Moriarty sits in a cell
: Alright. Let him go.