Sherlock Holmes Page #23

HOLMES:

But I've never known a professor

to carry a gun, and on such a

clever contraption.

IRENE (O.S.)

Let's not argue.

HOLMES:

We're not.

Irene steps out, now wearing an array of Victorian

undergarments. Unfairly gorgeous. The huge DIAMOND

still around her neck. She moves back to the dressing

table.

Holmes won't look at her, refusing to get turned on.

HOLMES:

Tell me who you're working for and

what he's after.

IRENE:

That's nobody's business but my

own.

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HOLMES:

I disagree.

IRENE:

You see, we are arguing.

Holmes gets closer and closer to Irene as he presses his

case vehemently.

HOLMES:

When a man you ask me to find ends

up dead in the coffin of the most

notorious murderer since Jack the

Ripper and that murderer manages

to return from the dead, not only

is it my business, it's the

business of Scotland Yard and the

highest levels of the British

government. They will certainly

consider your reticence to be an

obstruction of justice. Which in

relation to a crime of this

magnitude would certainly mean

prison time.

IRENE:

This wine is excellent. You

should really try some.

Holmes notices her Derringer on the table next to the

wine bottle.

HOLMES:

So what's it to be?

IRENE:

Do we really have to decide now?

Irene reaches for the wine.

HOLMES:

You're in over your head this

time, Irene.

Irene snatches up her gun. Holmes grabs her arm.

BANG! A BULLET tears into his shoe, missing his toe.

Holmes snatches away the smoking Derringer. Irene kisses

him, hard and angry at first, becoming something else.

Another of the weapons in her arsenal, and the one that

disarms Holmes.

The kiss leads them to the bed.

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IRENE:

That's better.

Irene pulls him down to it. He doesn't resist.

CLICK!

Holmes' eyes flare with surprise.

CLICK!

IRENE:

Much better.

Irene has handcuffed him to the bed frame.

IRENE:

This is the only way it could ever

work between us, Sherlock -- one

in shackles, the other with the

key.

She gets off him.

While he struggles on the bed, Irene walks casually

across the room. She starts putting on MAN'S CLOTHING.

She's in charge now.

IRENE:

I've NEVER been in over my head.

HOLMES:

How can you live like this --

always a fugitive.

She approaches, now dressed as a man, straddles him.

IRENE:

But free. And on my own terms.

Just like you -- well, not you at

this exact moment --

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She pulls at the front of his trousers, throws the

handcuff keys down there.

IRENE:

-- but generally speaking.

Holmes has no retort. Irene takes the scarf off his

neck, moves to the doorway.

IRENE:

If anyone asks, please let them

know that Mr. O'Neil didn't have

time to check out.

(beat)

I hope you don't mind settling the

bill.

OR ALT:

IRENE:

What were you doing consorting

with a married business traveller

in his hotel room is something

you'll have to explain for

yourself.

She picks up TWO SUITCASES waiting for her at the door

(NEW PROP!) and, as she leaves:

IRENE:

Where's Watson when you need him?

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OMITTED:

76 INT. SIR THOMAS' HOUSE - NIGHT 76

Sir Thomas enters the hall from outside, he looks tired.

His butler, PERIGRINE, stands there waiting for him.

PERIGRINE:

Good evening, sir. Some figs and

honey with a nice glass of port?

I've prepared a tray.

SIR THOMAS:

No thank you, Perigrine, I'm going

to bed.

(as he heads

upstairs)

You won't let those figs go to

waste, will you?

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PERIGRINE:

Nor the port, sir.

Thomas smiles, goes up. Perigrine heads for the kitchen,

licking his lips.

77 INT. SIR THOMAS' BATHROOM 77

Sir Thomas sinks into his bath. Relaxing.

The CAMERA SLOWLY TRACKS IN, drip, drip, drip.

The silence is broken all of a sudden when the tap is

magically turned on. Sir Thomas opens his eyes in panic,

as he hears an eerie WHISPER O.S., like the rushing of

wind.

Sir Thomas is overcome with panic, tries to sit up.

Can't. Not all the way.

(CONTINUED)

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BLACKWOOD (O.S.)

Hello, Father...

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