Sherlock..........Who?

The Abominable Bride Part Three

Inside the cabin, the male flight attendant walks along the aisle, bends down and puts a hand on Sherlock's shoulder and gently shakes it.

DIAMOND: We've landed, sir. We've landed.

SHERLOCK (slowly opening his eyes): No, no, no, not now, not now.

(He stares wide-eyed and shocked. Outside, Mycroft, John , Jenny and Mary are approaching the steps).

SHERLOCK (to himself, still confused and bewildered): No, no, no, not now, not now.

(Diamond steps back and the plane's captain walks along the aisle. She smiles down at Sherlock.)

CAPTAIN: I trust you had a pleasant flight, sir.

(Sherlock stares up at her. She is the spitting image of Lady Carmichael, although obviously wearing a modern airline captain's uniform. She smiles and nods to him before turning away as the others come on board.)

MYCROFT: Well, a somewhat shorter exile than we'd imagined, brother mine, although adequate given your levels of OCD.

(Breathing heavily, Sherlock stares up at him glassy-eyed.)

SHERLOCK: I have to go back!

MYCROFT: What?

SHERLOCK: I was ... I was nearly there! I nearly had it!

MYCROFT: What on earth are you talking about?

JOHN: Go back where? You didn't get very far.

SHERLOCK: Ricoletti and his abominable wife! Don't you understand?

MARY: No, of course we don't. You're not making any sense, Sherlock.

SHERLOCK: It was a case, a famous one from a hundred years ago, lodged in my hard drive. She seemed to be dead but then she came back.

JENNY : What, like Moriarty?

SHERLOCK: Shot herself in the head, exactly like Moriarty.

MARY (sitting down in the seat facing him): But you've only just been told. We've only just found out. He's on every TV screen in the country.

SHERLOCK (unclipping his seat belt): Yes? So? It's been five minutes since Mycroft called.
(He looks up at his brother.) What progress have you made? What have you been doing?

JOHN (laughing briefly): More to the point, what have you been doing?

SHERLOCK: I've been in my Mind Palace, of course ...

JENNY : Of course(!)

SHERLOCK: ... running an experiment: how would I have solved the crime if I'd been there in 1895?

MYCROFT: Oh, Sherlock.

(Looking angry and disappointed, he turns away and shares a look with Jenny . Mary takes Sherlock's phone from the shelf beside his seat and starts to look at it.)

SHERLOCK: I had all the details perfect.

(Mycroft sinks into a rear-facing seat on the other side of the aisle. He puts both hands on the handle of his umbrella and lowers his chin to rest it on them.)

SHERLOCK (flailing his hands): I was there, all of it, everything! I was immersed.

MYCROFT (lifting his head slightly, gazing at nothing): Of course you were.

MARY (looking down at Sherlock's phone): You've been reading John's blog – the story of how you met.

(She lifts her eyes and smiles at him.)