[scene begins with a long shot of a man on a train. The train is empty except for this man (back facing the camera) and a woman. The man on the train is wearing a black hoodie, hood down. Fade to black.]
[screen cuts to a closer shot, merely a few feet away. The man's unruly, curly hair and pale skin is visible now, even when his face is not visible. Fade to black.]
John Watson:(voiceover) You…you told me once…
[screen cuts to a shot of the man pulling the hoodie over his head. Fade to black.]
John Watson: (voiceover) …that you weren't a hero.
[screen cuts to a close up of the rail on top of the subway seat, where a long-fingered, leather gloved hand grab it. Fade to black.]
John Watson: (voiceover) Um…
[screen cuts to an outside shot, where the man has just exited the train and is looking around. He turns to face the screen—revealing himself to be Sherlock Holmes. He turns and sees another man back facing him, wearing a suit, tall, hair slicked back. Fade to black.]
John Watson: (voiceover) There were times when…
[screen cuts to Sherlock, approaching the strange man, who takes off his tie and tosses it to the side. The man turns around, but the shot is tilted away so his face isn't visible. Screen cuts to Sherlock's face , which is filled with disbelief. Screen fades to black.]
John Watson: (voiceover) I didn't even think you were human.
[screen cuts to the face of the other man, identical to that of Sherlock's. His hair is slicked back, his suit is dark gray. But his face and figure are entirely identical to that of Sherlock's.]
John Watson: (voiceover) But please, there's just one more thing…
Sherlock Holmes: Who are you?
[the man in front of him stares at him, gaze perfectly level, turns to his briefcase, then back at Sherlock, and half-smiles. He turns away towards the edge of the train platform and starts to walk towards it.]
John Watson: (voiceover) …one more miracle, Sherlock, for me…
[the man nears the edge. A train comes in the distance.]
Sherlock Holmes: NO!
[the man falls off the tracks right as the train comes. Screen cuts to black.]
John Watson: (voiceover) …don't be…dead.
[screen cuts to a shot of Sherlock in an alleyway, opening the man's briefcase. He finds the man's driver's license and examines it, revealing the man's name: Alexander. ]
Sherlock Holmes: (voiceover) First time in my life, I don't have any logical explanation for this.
[screen cuts to a bar scene, in which Sherlock and Molly Hooper are sitting and talking.]
Molly Hooper: So what are you going to do?
Sherlock Holmes: I need a cover.
[screen cuts to Alexander's dead body in a body bag, laid on top of an autopsy table. Other shots include Sherlock trying on Alexander's suits and combing his hair back.a]
Molly Hooper: (voiceover) But who's going to ID the body? Sherlock, you're…dead.
Sherlock Holmes: (voiceover) I don't know.
[screen cuts to a shot of Detective Art Bell sitting at his desk, looking at the autopsy photo of Alex. When the facial recognition identifies him as Sherlock Holmes, an alert appears on the screen.]
Sherlock Holmes: (voiceover) But it doesn't matter.
[Art clicks the alert and sees the suicide report from St. Bart's. He then does a more thorough facial recognition search (screen cuts to a later shot) and several other results pop up from around the world. He takes his phone out.]
Art Bell: (into his phone) Angela, it's me. Bring her in.
[screen cuts to Sherlock, trying to integrate himself into his new life. He's making coffee for a brunette, named Lana Clay. Lana takes her mug of coffee and smiles.]
Lana Clay: There's something different about you.
Sherlock Holmes: (using a Canadian accent, smiling a little) Why, am I doing something wrong?
[Lana giggles. Screen cuts to morgue scene, where Art is handing a folder of pictures of Sherlock, Alexander, and other various men identical to the pair to a woman (currently unidentified, shots from behind).]
Art Bell: You know more about this than we do.
Unidentified Woman: (British accent) What makes you say that?
[screen cuts to Sherlock, getting out of a sleek car (belonging to Alexander) with Molly. Cut to inside a suburban house, where Sherlock and Molly walk in the door and stare at the people inside.]
Unidentified Male: (voice, as shot does not include man, Canadian accent) Explain to me one more time…who the hell are you?
Sherlock Holmes: How many of us are there?
[screen turns to three men, all dressed differently but otherwise identical to each other. One is sitting in a chair wearing a corduroy jacket, white shirt, and jeans, his hair relatively combed but still a bit messy. Another is wearing a baseball shirt and a pair of well-worn jeans, hair slightly tousled from wearing a cap often. The last one is wearing tight leather pants, a v-neck t-shirt, black leather studded jacket. His hair is slicked back.]
Studded Jacket Man: (Australian accent, smile) We wouldn't be here if we knew, would we?
[various action scenes are voiced over by the following couple of lines, brief cuts to the characters to show who's speaking]
Baseball Shirt Man: (Canadian, slightly flustered) First order of business—what are we?
Sherlock Holmes: Well, obviously, clones. Or, more specifically, genetically identical experiments. That much is evident. We're perfectly identical in features, fingerprints…and intelligence, I presume, despite the fact that we use it for different purposes.
Man Sitting in Chair: (Irish, calm voiced) Correct. In all ways. We all use our mind for different reasons—crime, teaching, performing, understanding others, and helping. Being raised in different environments has affected the way we think, but not the fact that our brains all work incredibly rapidly and memorize every detail about everything we see.
Baseball Shirt Man: So, what? What matters to me is that we get to the bottom of this and get on with our lives.
Molly Hooper: Perhaps you've forgotten, until Sherlock and I get to the bottom of our mystery, neither of us have a life to go back to.
Studded Jacket Man: Sherlock, I see why you like her.
Sherlock Holmes and Molly Hooper: We're not like that!
Man Sitting in Chair: Everyone, please. Back to the matter at hand. Alex was going to help us…apparently, he thought that death was more convenient.
Studded Jacket Man: Like that girl who jumped off the tracks a few weeks ago.
[action scenes for the above lines include: Sherlock in a car with another clone that gets shot straight through the skull, the quartet watching the clip of Beth Childs' suicide from Orphan Black, Sherlock looking through Alexander's files, the Irish man inside a warehouse, getting shot in the shoulder by a gaunt figure of a man wearing a parka and a ski mask, Molly punching another unidentified (not a clone) male, silhouette of a woman drawing a gun, the man in the studded jacket kissing someone (at an angle, person cannot be seen) and a lot of gun firing at various people.]
[cut to Sherlock in the passenger seat of a car. He turns to the person in the driver's seat]
Sherlock Holmes: Who are you?
[the woman in the driver's seat turns to face him, revealing herself to be Sarah from Orphan Black.]
Sarah Manning: My name is Sarah Manning, and you're going to help me find my daughter.
[shot changes to show everyone in the car, including the backseat, revealing Cosima Niehaus and Delphine Cormier. Cosima smiles and the screen cuts to black, showing the title.]
ORPHANLOCK—GENERATION ONE
An Orphan Black and Sherlock crossover
[screen cuts to a shot of the Australian man flirting with Sarah's brother, Felix. Sarah, Sherlock, Cosima, and Molly are watching.]
Cosima Niehaus: Is it disturbing to watch yourself hitting on Sarah's brother?
Sherlock Holmes: Now why would that disturb me?
Molly Hooper: Maybe because that's technically you.
Sarah Manning: Please. At least it's you.
[screen cuts to black]
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HELLO EVERYONE!
I've written other fanfiction before, but this is the first time I've posted anything. This is a preview for a 10-part crossover between Sherlock and Orphan Black. The chapters will come later…I still have a lot to write. The entire fanfic is not in screenplay format: this was a lot easier than posting an excerpt because excerpts don't always give you enough context. It was easier (and a lot of fun :D ) to do a more cinematic approach.
NOTE: This is not a crossover with other things Benedict Cumberbatch has been in. That was my original intention, but he does a lot of historical characters, and he does a lot of CHARACTERS generally. So my friend and I teamed up to make a bunch of OCs, who are tributes to actual Orphan Black characters in most cases (Alison, Beth, Cosima, Rachel, Helena, even Felix). So…yeah. :D
I hope you like it!
Link on my Deviantart: art/ORPHANLOCK-GENERATION-ONE-preview-390998725
DISCLAIMER: I do not own either show. They belong to BBC and BBC America.
