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

The Final Problem Part Four

Very brief flashbacks of young Sherlock and young Jenny running across the meadow, then a close-up of the gravestone of Nemo Holmes and its impossible dates, then a fuzzy out-of-focus shot of something round and dark blue, then of young Sherlock  sitting in the graveyard reading a book to a young Jenny , then of Redbeard barking and running through the water at the beach, and young Sherlock running towards him while his little sister stands nearby and watches. Fade to black.

GIRL's VOICE (offscreen): Hello?

(Lights come on and an overhead shot shows that Sherlock is in a very small rectangular room with black walls and floor. Most of the room is taken up by a rectangular wooden table, about six feet long and maybe three feet wide. There are chairs either side and a lit lantern is on the floor. Sherlock is sprawled face down on top of the table. Some time since he was rendered unconscious, someone has dressed him in his greatcoat. He starts to wake up.)

GIRL's VOICE (offscreen): Hello? Are you still there?

(Groaning, Sherlock pushes himself up onto his arms, putting one hand to the side of his head. It seems that the girl's voice is coming from an earpiece rather than from speakers in the room.)

SHERLOCK (weakly): Yes. Yeah; no, I'm-I'm still here. I'm here.

(On the plane, the girl is sitting on the floor outside the open door of one of the toilets.)

GIRL (into phone, still sounding upset and tearful): You went away. You said you'd help me and you went away.

SHERLOCK (turning onto one elbow, his other hand still at his ear): Yes, I know. Well, I'm sorry about that. We-we-we must have got cut off. Um ...

(He looks around the room, then screws up his eyes and shakes his head hard, probably trying to clear his mind of the effects of the sedative. He starts to sit up.)

SHERLOCK: How-how-how long was I away?

GIRL: Hours. Hours and hours. Why don't grown-ups tell the truth?

SHERLOCK (his hand now lowered from his ear): No, I-I am telling the truth. You can trust me.

GIRL: Where did you go?

(Sherlock looks up. There is a large metal grille in the ceiling and the night sky can be seen above it. Although the sky is mostly cloudy, part of it is clear and shows a full moon.)

SHERLOCK (sliding his legs around to the side of the table): I'm not completely sure.

(He sits on the edge of the table and looks around at the walls, then slowly stands.)

SHERLOCK: Um, now, I tell you what. You-you've got to be really, really brave for me.

(He leans down and picks up the lantern from the floor. He keeps talking as he walks across to one of the walls, holding up the lantern.)

SHERLOCK: Can you go to the front of the plane? Can you do that?

GIRL: The front?

SHERLOCK: Yes.

(The light from the lantern shows that many pictures have been stuck to the walls. All of the nearby ones are large photographs of young Sherlock. Some of them have had part of the photo ripped off.)

SHERLOCK: That's right; the front.

GIRL: You mean where the driver is?

SHERLOCK (continuing to walk around the room, shining the lantern on the many photos): Yes, that's it.