Read The MX Book of New Sherlock Holmes Stories Part II Online
Authors: David Marcum
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SCENE 25. INT. AN EAST END PUB.
Full, raucous and a bit frightening. Conversations, arguments, laughter.
Glass breaks. An ironic cheer goes up.
Closer, some of the regulars react to an incongruous sight...
REGULARS: Look what the cat dragged home / Slumming it, are you dearie? / Gordon Bennett, it's champagne Charlie hisself...
The object of their attention makes it unscathed to the bar.
LANDLADY: Good evening sir. What's your pleasure?
HOLMES: Whisky, please. And have one yourself.
LANDLADY: Thank you sir. (
Louder, pointedly
) Pleasure to encounter a real gent, for a change.
REGULARS: (
Goodânatured jeers
)
Holmes fishes out coins as the landlady pours his drink.
LANDLADY: There. Best in the house.
HOLMES: Thank you.
LANDLADY: (
Lower
) Now sir, what tickles your fancy? Big, skinny, ripe for the plucking, what're you after?
HOLMES: What I'm after is information.
LANDLADY: (
Suddenly cagey
) What sort of information?
HOLMES: Do you know a man called Guttridge?
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SCENE 26. INT. THE SITTING ROOM, 221b BAKER STREET.
HOLMES: It was a mistake, of course. She shut her mouth and didn't open it again.
WATSON: They're very suspicious of strangers in those parts. Especially ones from up west.
HOLMES: Yes, so I discovered. It was a stupid miscalculation.
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SCENE 27. INT. THE READING ROOM, THE BRITISH MUSEUM.
SMITH: Don't berate yourself. The basic idea was perfectly sound.
HOLMES: If you want the local gossip go to the local pub. (
Ruefully
) Just don't go dressed for the opera.
SMITH: I trust you didn't give up the quest quite that easily.
HOLMES: Of course not. I waited until it was full dark and went round to the house itself.
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SCENE 28. EXT. OUTSIDE THE GUTTRIDGE HOUSE. NIGHT.
Cripplegate Square is not in a salubrious neighbourhood. Distant raised voices, dogs, perhaps even a muffled scream from well in the distance.
HOLMES (
over
): The area wasn't... pleasant. Guttridge's Private Orphanage was a rambling old building set back from the street. It must have been quite a place in its day.
WATSON (
over
): Didn't you feel even more conspicuous there than in the pub?
HOLMES (
over
): Oddly enough, no I didn't. Evening wear is ideally suited to hiding in the undergrowth. Every burglar should invest in a set of tails.
In the scene, the front door opens. Two women emerge.
WOMAN: (
Sobbing
)
MRS. GUTTRIDGE: Easy now. Easy. She'll be safe and wellâcared for. And you can come and visit her whenever you want, I've told you that.
WOMAN: I don't think I could bear it. I really don't.
MRS. GUTTRIDGE: I understand. But if you change your mind, there's always a welcome for you here.
WOMAN: You're so kind. Without you, I... I'd have had to...
MRS. GUTTRIDGE: Now there's no sense dwelling on mightâhaveâbeens. Will you be all right going home?
WOMAN: It's not far. I'll be quite safe. Oh...
With a final rush of emotion, she hugs Mrs. Guttridge.
MRS. GUTTRIDGE: There, there child. It's mended. Everything's all right now.
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SCENE 29. INT. SMITH'S OFFICE, THE BRITISH MUSEUM.
HOLMES: It was immensely frustrating. I could see in the front door, but I couldn't learn anything of use. And there was no sign of Mr. Guttridge at all. If I'm going to see this thing through, I need to get inside.
SMITH: And how exactly do you propose to do that?
HOLMES: I don't know yet.
SMITH: If I might make a small suggestion?
HOLMES: Please do.
SMITH: This could be an ideal opportunity to put some of that expensive university experience to good use.
HOLMES: Applied chemistry?
SMITH: That wasn't what I had in mind, no. Try to think in something other than straight lines.
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SCENE 30. INT. THE SITTING ROOM, 221b BAKER STREET.
WATSON: So that's where you got it from.
HOLMES: Watson, you're interrupting my flow. Got what from?
WATSON: That infuriating expression. How many times have you told me to stop thinking in straight lines?
HOLMES: It's very good advice.
WATSON: Well, did it work?
HOLMES: Actually, yes, it did.
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SCENE 31. EXT. AN EAST END STREET. DAY.
Holmes is in disguise. He's a market supervisor - working class but not the lowest rung.
HOLMES: âScuse me, mate.
MAN: Yeah?
HOLMES: I'm looking for Guttridge's Orphanage. D'you know it?
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SCENE 32. INT. THE SITTING ROOM, 221b BAKER STREET.
WATSON: Are you really saying - (
that was the first time...
)
Holmes is annoyed at yet another interruption.
HOLMES: Watson.
WATSON: Sorry. But this is fascinating. You're saying that was the very first time you ever used a disguise?
HOLMES: Exactly so. Thinking sideways, you see? What did I do at university apart from study - I acted.
WATSON: You've never told me that.
HOLMES: You've never asked me. May I continue?
WATSON: No more interruptions, I promise. What did you find when you got to the orphanage?
HOLMES: What I expected to find. My primary suspect.
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SCENE 33. EXT. THE FRONT PORCH, THE GUTTRIDGE HOUSE. DAY.
Holmes is still in character
.
GUTTRIDGE: Yes?
HOLMES: I want to see Mrs. Guttridge.
GUTTRIDGE: What makes you think she's here?
HOLMES: Look, mate, don't mess me about. This is Guttridge's Private Orphanage, right? Where else is she going to be?
GUTTRIDGE: (
Very suspicious
) Who are you?
HOLMES: (
Less aggressively
) I'm someone who wants to see the... proprietor. Look, please.
MRS. GUTTRIDGE: (
Off, inside
) Who is it, Toby?
GUTTRIDGE: Someone for you.
MRS. GUTTRIDGE: (
Approaching
) Then why didn't you send Jenny to find me? (
She sees Holmes. A moment
) Good afternoon.
HOLMES: Mrs. Guttridge? I was told... Look...
A moment.
MRS. GUTTRIDGE: It's a chilly day. We'll be more comfortable inside.
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SCENE 34. INT. THE PARLOUR, THE GUTTRIDGE HOUSE.
Mrs. Guttridge and Holmes sit.
MRS. GUTTRIDGE: That's better. Now, I expect you'd like some tea.
She rings a small handbell.
HOLMES: (
Hastily
) No, that's all right. Don't bother on my account.
MRS. GUTTRIDGE: It's no bother.
She rings again.
Where is that girl?
HOLMES: Look, really...
The door opens. It's Jenny.
JENNY: Yes, ma'am?
MRS. GUTTRIDGE: Tea please, Jenny. And some of the cherry cake.
JENNY: Ma'am.
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SCENE 35. INT. THE SITTING ROOM, 221b BAKER STREET.
WATSON: Did she recognise you?
HOLMES: I was sure she would. But no, she didn't. Quite a boost to my confidence, I can tell you.
WATSON: It's not easy to imagine your confidence ever needing a boost.
HOLMES: It was a long time ago.
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SCENE 36. INT. THE PARLOUR, THE GUTTRIDGE HOUSE.
Mrs. Guttridge is pouring the tea.
MRS. GUTTRIDGE: Now, Mr...?
HOLMES: Hawkins, ma'am. Albert Hawkins.
MRS. GUTTRIDGE: Now, Mr. Hawkins. You drink your tea and I'll tell you why you've come to me.
HOLMES: Ma'am?
MRS. GUTTRIDGE: There.
She passes him the tea.
Both in and out of character, Holmes is a touch nonplussed.
HOLMES: Thanks. What do you mean, ma'am?
You'll
tell
me
?
MRS. GUTTRIDGE: My dear Mr. Hawkins, people only come here for one reason. The details vary, but the basic facts are always the same. Now let me see... You're in work, yes?
HOLMES: Market supervisor.
MRS. GUTTRIDGE: Decent enough pay but not enough to feed one more mouth. Am I right?
HOLMES: We've got five already. Look, no offence and all, but if there was any other way I wouldn't be here.
MRS. GUTTRIDGE: You're not alone, Mr. Hawkins. Oh no, you're definitely not alone. At least you're not contemplating something more... drastic.
HOLMES: I'll have nothing to do with that! And no more will my Elsie. I've seen what those butchers do.
MRS. GUTTRIDGE: And so have I, I'm sorry to say. We shan't mention it again. Does your wife know you're here?
HOLMES: Oh yes.
MRS. GUTTRIDGE: Good. Well, we do have space at the moment. Would you like to see round the house?
HOLMES: I wouldn't mind. Put my mind at rest, like.
MRS. GUTTRIDGE: Of course. Drink up your tea and I'll give you a tour.
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SCENE 37. INT. A BEDROOM, THE GUTTRIDGE HOUSE.
The babies are asleep. Odd noises.
MRS. GUTTRIDGE: (
Low
) You've made a good choice, Mr. Hawkins. I never take in more babies than I can cope with, unlike some, I'm sorry to say.
HOLMES: (
Low
) We have heard stories, my Else and me.
MRS. GUTTRIDGE: And some of them are undoubtedly true, I'm afraid.
HOLMES: What happens if they get sick?
MRS. GUTTRIDGE: I can care for most common illnesses myself. And of course we're registered with a local doctor.
HOLMES: Good. That's good... And they do look all right, like. Look at âem sleeping so peaceful. Happy, and that... (
He can't continue, overcome with emotion
)
MRS. GUTTRIDGE: Oh, my dear young man. I realize how hard this must be for you.
HOLMES: Hard? Hard's not the half of it.
MRS. GUTTRIDGE: Of course it's not. And nothing I can say to you will ease the pain. But look around you, Mr. Hawkins. These babies are clean and wellâfed and content. If I can give your little one those blessings, well, isn't that better than the life he'll face outside these walls?
HOLMES: Yeah. Yeah, it is. Course it is. (
A moment
) So - I suppose all I need to know now... Well... (
He trails off
)
MRS. GUTTRIDGE: I think there's still some cherry cake downstairs. We can discuss the practicalities over some more tea. Come along.
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SCENE 38. INT. THE SITTING ROOM, 221b BAKER STREET.
HOLMES: “The practicalities” turned out to be three-pence a day or a single payment of five pounds.
WATSON: (
A whistle
)
HOLMES: Yes, it was certainly more than the going rate, I checked. But it was a superior establishment.
WATSON: How many working class women could afford five pounds?
HOLMES: Well, when you consider the alternatives...
WATSON: I'm afraid the alternatives are the only way for most people in that position. Something's going to have to be done, you know. Sooner or later.
HOLMES: I agree. But we are straying somewhat from the story.
WATSON: Sorry. Did you manage to see that medicine store room?
HOLMES: It would have been too out of character, I'm afraid. But I did at least succeed in getting another look at the alleged childâkiller. He was summoned to show me out.
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SCENE 39. INT. THE HALLWAY, THE GUTTRIDGE HOUSE.
Holmes and Guttridge approach.
HOLMES: Your wife's a wonderful woman, Mr. Guttridge.
GUTTRIDGE: So I'm constantly being told.
HOLMES: You must be proud of her.
GUTTRIDGE: There are perhaps... nobler ways to make a living.
HOLMES: I can't think of any. She's a real Godsend, she is.
Guttridge opens the front door.
GUTTRIDGE: Do you say so.
HOLMES: (
Leaving
) I do, sir. God bless her - and you too.
GUTTRIDGE: Good day to you, Mr. Hawkins.
He shuts the door.
(
Breathes deeply
)
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SCENE 40. INT. SMITH'S OFFICE, THE BRITISH MUSEUM.
HOLMES: There's a definite undercurrent of... I'm not sure - hate, possibly. Weariness, distaste... But I'm not prepared to brand him as a murderer on the strength of it.
SMITH: I'm pleased to hear it.
HOLMES: I have to know what's in that medicine store.
SMITH: And how do you propose to find out?
HOLMES: I've thought of two separate ways. Neither of them is ideal. One is positively illegal.
SMITH: And the other?
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SCENE 41. INT. A GALLERY, THE BRITISH MUSEUM.
Open and echoing.
JENNY: No! I can't!
HOLMES: Jenny...
JENNY: Suppose he catches me?
HOLMES: I'll make sure he's out of the way.
JENNY: But I wouldn't know what to look for.
HOLMES: I'll give you a list.
JENNY: A list? Oh, sir... What good's a list to me?
HOLMES: (
Realising
) You can't read.
JENNY: Nor write. No, sir, I can't.
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SCENE 42. INT. THE SITTING ROOM, 221b BAKER STREET.
WATSON: Thank God for it. Holmes, what the devil were you thinking of?