BASKERVILLE. Stapleton leads Sherlock and John along a corridor and uses her card to swipe them into the area leading to Major Barrymore’s office. As they go into the room, Sherlock points back to the door they just came through.
SHERLOCK: John.
JOHN: Yeah, I’m on it.
(He turns back to keep an eye on the door as Stapleton goes over to sit down at a computer.)
SHERLOCK: Project HOUND. Must have read about it and stored it away. An experiment in a CIA facility in Liberty, Indiana.
(He stands behind Stapleton as she types her User ID onto the computer, then adds her password. A request to “Enter Search String” comes up and she looks up at Sherlock who dictates the letters.)
SHERLOCK: H, O, U, N, D.
(She types in the letters and hits Enter. A message comes up saying ”NO ACCESS. CIA Classified” and requesting an authorisation code.)
STAPLETON: That’s as far as my access goes, I’m afraid.
JOHN: Well, there must be an override and password.
STAPLETON: I imagine so, but that’d be Major Barrymore’s.
(Sherlock spins around and walks into Barrymore’s office.)
SHERLOCK: Password, password, password.
(Switching on the lights in the room he sits down at the desk.)
SHERLOCK: He sat here when he thought it up.
(Folding his hands in front of his mouth, he slowly spins a full circle on the chair, looking around the office as he goes. Stapleton comes to the doorway.)
SHERLOCK: Describe him to me.
STAPLETON: You’ve seen him.
SHERLOCK: But describe him.
STAPLETON: Er, he’s a bloody martinet, a throw-back, the sort of man they’d have sent into Suez.
SHERLOCK: Good, excellent. Old-fashioned, traditionalist; not the sort that would use his children’s names as a password. (He gestures towards the drawings that Barrymore’s children have done for him and which he has pinned on the board above his desk.) He loves his job; proud of it and this is work-related, so what’s at eye level?
(He rapidly scans around everything in the room without altering the angle of his eyes.)
SHERLOCK (gesturing to the right): Books. (Pointing to the left) Jane’s Defence Weekly – bound copies. (He looks to the right again and at the subject matter of some of the books on the bookshelf.) Hannibal; Wellington; Rommel; Churchill’s “History of the English-Speaking Peoples” – all four volumes.
(He stands up and looks at a bronze bust on a shelf.)
SHERLOCK: Churchill – well, he’s fond of Churchill. (He looks back to the bookcases again.) Copy of “The Downing Street Years”; one, two, three, four, five separate biographies of Thatcher.
(He looks down to a framed photograph on the desk of a man in uniform standing with his teenage son.)
SHERLOCK: Mid nineteen eighties at a guess. Father and son: Barrymore senior. (Looking at the uniform of the older man) Medals: Distinguished Service Order.
(He looks around to John.)
JOHN: That date? I’d say Falklands veteran.
SHERLOCK: Right. So Thatcher’s looking a more likely bet than Churchill.
