INT.

221B BAKER STREET

Sherlock, in his chair, fingers steepled, eyes closed,
waiting.
John, waiting in his chair, notebook at the ready. Fingers
drumming, waiting.
The client chair, empty. Mycroft, stands a few feet behind.
Out of place, unsure, indignant.
Mrs Hudson, standing in the doorway, arms folded, thoroughly
enjoying his discomfiture.

MRS HUDSON:
You have to sit in the chair. They
won’t talk to you unless you sit in
the chair, it’s the rules.
MYCROFT:
For God’s sake! I’m not a client!
John and Sherlock glance at each other.
SHERLOCK:
Then get out.

A moment. A moment of capitulation. Like every movement is a

personal affront, MYCROFT seats himself in the client chair.
MYCROFT:
She’s not going to stay there, is she?

SHERLOCK dismisses MRS HUDSON with a nod of his head.

MRS HUDSON:
(As she goes- to MYCROFT)
Would you like a cup of tea?
MYCROFT:
Thank you.
MRS HUDSON:
The kettle’s over there.

MRS HUDSON leaves. A pained silence.

 MYCROFT:
What happens now? Are you going to make deductions?
SHERLOCK:
I just want the truth, pure and simple.
MYCROFT:
Who was it that said, “the truth is rarely pure and never
simple”?
SHERLOCK:
I don’t know. I don’t care.
(Fixes MYCROFT with a laser glare)
I know there are three of us now… Me, you and… Eurus.

MYCROFT nods. A big moment.

SHERLOCK:
A sister I can’t remember.
JOHN:
Interesting name, isn’t it? Eurus, a Greek name, literal
meaning being “God of the east wind”
SHERLOCK:
“The east wind is coming Sherlock” you used that to scare me.
MYCROFT:
It was a measure to protect you.
SHERLOCK:
You turned my sister into a ghost story!

SHERLOCK:
Where did you keep her?

MYCROFT looks at JOHN.

 MYCROFT:
This is a private matter.

SHERLOCK(CONT’D):
John stays.
MYCROFT(CONT’D):
This is family!
SHERLOCK(CONT’D):
And that is why John stays.

A moment of silence. JOHN gives out a dry cough.

JOHN:
For starters, what’s the age difference?
MYCROFT:
Me and Sherlock, seven years. Sherlock and Eurus, one year.
JOHN:
(Points pen at JOHN’s head. Circular hand motion)
Does she have the… deduction thing?
MYCROFT(CONT’D):
The deduction thing?
JOHN:
(Awkward expression)
Yeah, the deduction thing.
MYCROFT:
(sighs)
More so than you can imagine. You know that between me and
Sherlock, I’m the smarter one?
SHERLOCK:
As you never stop to remind me.
MYCROFT: