Sherlock & Co. - The Boscombe Valley Mystery - Part Two

Episode Date: July 21, 2026

THE RAT IS OUT THE BAG - Sherlock was unconvinced where the investigation had led both myself and the authorities. Doubt had taken over every corner of his mind. He had to, in his Sherlock way, untangle the mesh of confirmation bias that we found ourselves tied up in.Part 2 of 3This episode contains swearing, references to violence, references to abuse, references to mistreatment of illnessListener discretion is advised.A new clothing store has opened: www.sherlockwear.comFor merchandise and transcripts go to: www.sherlockandco.co.ukFor ad-free, early access to adventures in full go to www.patreon.com/sherlockandcoTo get in touch via email: [e-mail] me @DocJWatsonMD on twitter and BlueSky, or sherlockandcopod on TikTok, instagram and YouTube.This podcast is property of Goalhanger Podcasts.Copyright 2026.SHERLOCK AND CO.Based on the works of Sir Arthur Conan DoylePaul Waggott as Dr. John WatsonHarry Attwell as Sherlock HolmesShiraz Engineer as Patience MooreKarim Kronfli as Charles McCarthyStef Butler as John TurnerJasmine Kerr as Lily LestradeAdditional Voices:Rhys TeesJoel EmeryAdam JarrellWritten by Joel EmeryDirected by Adam JarrellEditing and Sound Design by Adam JarrellProduced by Neil Fearn and Jon GillExecutive Producer Tony Pastor Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

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Oh, thanks, Ishan. This is... Sherlock? Yes. Do you want a romantic getaway in the Cotswolds? When? Now. Ladies and gentlemen, you know his videos, his lectures.

And if you come to this Boscombe Valley Wellness Festival often, you will know these brilliant talks. A proud wellness guru and an even prouder Sagittarius. It's the immortal man himself, Charles McCarthy. Who? Some immortal gentleman. He doesn't look that old. I feel that may be the point.

Right then, sir. Who the hell are you? I'm Officer Morton. And you are under arrest for the murder of Charles McCarthy. What? God, what the hell is going on? I think, my dear Watson, we've better. I know exactly what is going on.

Do we? Yes. That old familiar feeling, warming our stomachs, lifting the hairs and our necks, tickling us between the shoulder blades. The game. She is afoot. Watson, is she not? She might just be, Sherlock. She might just be... Excuse me, excuse me.

No, go away. I didn't kill him. No, no, no, I don't. I'm listening. Wait, Sherlock, come on. She's a suspect. Not a suspect. A bystander that gets to conjure up little stories whenever she wants. I was in denial. Last night, early this morning, I was in denial.

But I have meditated on it. Oh, please. Then I know who killed Charles McCarthy. Who? That man over there. By the fire pit. In the orange jacket? Yes.

Oh, yeah? Who's orange jacket, man? Someone else you want out of the way? No, no, no, not at all. Not at all. He's a wonderful man, but that is Jack. Jack McCarthy, Charles's son. Hey there, listener. Here is your second dose of mystery. Apply it evenly on the affected area and keep hydrated. Side effects of this mystery may include swearing and references to violence and murder. Uh yeah, here's a lollipop. You've been very brave.

There's a picture of them. A check-in. You would have seen it. and Jack McCarthy at this festival in 1980. Yes, Jack in the Papoose. Six months old. They're a part of this festival. They always have been. When Jack didn't show up this year... Sorry, why should we believe a word you say?

Patience. Well, I've ran out of it, mate. I'm talking to her. Patience is her name. She told us on arrival. Oh. She's been running the festival for nearly 20 years, haven't you? I have.

Look, I'm... I'm sorry. They arrested you. Nearly? What? I'm sorry I got you arrested is what you mean to say. Watson, do you mind this is a murder investigation? Yes, I know. I've been investigated for it.

Tell me, patience. What brought you to the conclusion that Jack killed his own father? For years, I've worked this festival. And once I began to run things, I was always looking at new ways to develop. Over and over, looking to improve not just it, but it's people. I always, always book Charles McCarthy. People love him. Generally, a lot of our speakers and VIPs are Sagittarius,

so I try to be a bit more diverse in my selection. God Almighty. But with him, I cannot consider dropping him, even if his relevance is fading a bit. I would assume that as a man that defies ageing, ages, he would become more relevant, not less. I think he struggles to compete in what is now quite a crowded space. But also he...

He's such a... A control freak. Was? Right, yes, was. He... Well, his own app, his own podcast, his own brand of this or that. He tried his own publishing company. He just...

He couldn't grow, because he keeps the same staff, the same people around him. One of which is Jack. Yes. Jack. Raymond, Alice, and then there's a bunch of others, but they come and go. Yes, I've seen. His son, Jack. Alice is Charles's wife. Third wife, yes. And Raymond? Alice's son.

What did they do for him? Jack was his manager. Raymond, I don't even. All that stuff is beyond me. Alice was his PR lady, really? Okay, so why does Jack kill his own dad? And let's face it, his own client. A big falling out. I think.

To the point where Jack could kill him? Yes. Your evidence is unverified hearsay. Yet again. Look, my evidence places Jack at the scene, at the time of the murder, with the weapon that killed Charles. Come into the Yurt. Watson, make us a cammerly tea on the fire. Fine. Sit, patience.

You said you knew Charles for many years. That's right. Is he a popular man? Oh, very. You can see why I book him. Did you see the audience he drew last night? There are two types of popularity I find, the external and the internal. It struck me last night to patience that Charles had those people by his side

that showed very little sorrow on the morning of his death. Look. You included. Charles is a very... Was. Oh, was. Yes. Charles was a very particular man.

He had very rigid processes in place in order to extend his life as long as possible. It required a manner of living that for those involved in his world was uncomfortable. And demanding, very much so for his son. Yes. I didn't see him by his side last night. No. Like I said, they had a falling out. The latest publishing deal Jack was able to obtain was significantly less than previous deals. I think maybe Jack implied that, well, he mentioned to his dad that he was possibly losing traction. It obviously didn't go down very well. And I think that I... He arrived this morning? No, no, last night, very late. How do you know this?

Because I saw him, Mr. Holmes. The stargazing had come to an end, and Charles said that he wanted to have a bathing session, alone, at peace, under the stars. Most were heading to bed anyway. I did my rounds for the night, ensured that everything was powered down. I asked William...

William. Crowder, William Crowder, helps me run the festival. Mm-hmm. Continue. He was collecting the bins to take to the main disposal. I asked him to give me a lift back to the front office so I could lock up and go to bed. He was driving one of those little electric carts. Anyway, he takes me back on the bottom path that goes along the tree line that's just next to the bathing ponds.

And I can see, just in the headlights of our buggy, I see Jack McCarthy go over the path, into the tree line. How did he enter the festival? Did he have a ticket? I don't know. I didn't scan him in, put it that way. I can check with the team. Please do. So, he crosses in front of us, in the dead of night. With, with, um, in his hand, there's a, um, there's a, it's all... What? Patience, what was in his hand?

I think. I don't know. It was a weapon, a stick, a long club or bat or something. And he went into the trees? Into the trees, yes. He had this thing, and he's going as fast as, well, as fast as Jack can go, really. You're implying some sort of impediment. MS. So Jack McCarthy has MS. Yes. And for a long, long time. Charles was extremely cruel about that, very dismissive of his son's additional needs.

Twat. Well, yes. He was so convinced by his own... Bullshit? Yes, some may say that, that he failed to see that Jack was often in pain. And the medical interventions he had were not whims of a corrupt medical service, but actually vital. This comfort for his happiness. So he goes through the trees with the stick? Then what?

Well, within 20 seconds we were next to where he'd entered. I asked William to stop and I'd check the bin nearby. There wasn't one, but I wanted to be nosy. It was weird that Jack hadn't shown up. Now he had. So I wanted to know. And I heard raised voices. between father and son.

Yes, I... It was about money. Definitely about money. Jack was saying that he refuses to be cut out. He's already, you know, the offspring of a man that won't die. So how will he ever get his inheritance? Charles is yelling back at him. You're as bad as the others, all this stuff.

And I just got... I got a really sour feeling of shame, you know. I had an outer body experience in a way. What on earth are you doing, patience? This is personal. Jack was clearly upset. It's not acceptable. Walk away.

And I did. So you left? I, I did. I did. An enormous regret now, of course. But now I have come to terms. with what has happened. I...

I did what I did to you, Mr. Watson. Doctor. Of actual medicine. Sorry. And... And I've just... I've been so stressed. It's like...

It's like my whole year builds up to this weekend, and it's so, so stressful. I just... I got three hours sleep last night. So when I heard what had happened, my timeline was all over the place. I thought it was you. You just... Well, you were new. You were hostile to him. Which I'm obviously mortified about.

I know, I know. But I didn't know that then. I spoke to William. I verified what we both saw. I took back my accusation against you. I'm just... I'm just exhausted and I'm really sorry. Good apology. She was my least favorite person at the festival, but she's got herself three points there. She is out with the relegation zone. Indeed. And the next... a point for being rather useful, I'd say.

Not how games work. We have to be careful, mate. She's made two accusations on a murder that happened under 12 hours ago. Don't assume that I am not considering her, Watson. Well, I hope you are. We can all apologise, but sometimes you've got to pay the price for your actions, you know? Maybe now it's her time to go behind bars and serve time. For goodness sake.

You had three cups of tea, half a packet of custard creams, and talked to the officers about football. Excuse me, rugby. They didn't like football. I added to the torture, to be honest. In here. Oh, what's this? It's a community tent where we are able to connect with others

by being amongst their possessions. Sorry, hold on. It's quite an ingenious spiritual escape in essence. This is someone else's tent. Yes, but don't you feel like you've disconnected with your former self? No, I don't. Ah, how wonderful. He's left his phone. His... Who has? Is this... Is this Jack McCarthy's tent?

He doesn't have one because he never intended to come to this festival. He has stolen a tent and now we are punishing him for it. And, ah, another rule broken. No phones. Yet, here is his. Locked. Face ID. Bugger. Passcode it is. Date of birth. Date of birth. What else do we have in here? No wallet. This is ridiculous. Ah, fabulous. What do we have here?

Prescribed medicine? Duloxetine. Doctor? It's an SNRI. It'll be for his MS for chronic nerve pain. It'll have his full date of birth on it. Turn it over. The month has worn off.

All I have is the 18th. Not to worry. You've got the day, but no month and no year. They kind of help when getting a date of birth, mate. Yes. and so does this. That's his t-shirt, can we please just...

Yes, but look. A symbol? Yes, of what? I don't know, is business or... Like, elvish or... Pisces. He's a Pisces, meaning he was born between the 19th of February

and the 20th of March, so we now know the month. Very good. Thank you. And we already know the year, so... Lovely stuff. Do we?

Yes, patience told us of the picture at the ticket office. A baby in the carrier thing? 1980? Well, the baby was forward facing so over six months. So, 1979. Wow. Yeah, very... very good. 190379. Tremendous. Let's have a little looky around here.

Why did he suddenly appear at the festival last night? I... Oh goodness. What? The last message he received from his father. father at the exact recorded time of death. Are you serious? What does it say? Rat.

Oh shit, shit, someone's coming. Shut, someone's coming. Name? I was actually here this morning. You, um, you arrested me. Well, I have to re-register you for this latest crime. Fair enough. John Watson. Uh-huh. And what's your... Sorry, you've just ticked Mr. And it's doctor.

So if you just want to cross that out and start... We did this this morning. He's probably going to, you know, press charges. Hmm. Because let's be honest, we were found in his tent with his phone. And medication? I was holding his medication because you wanted to date. It was the number 18.

Do you not think I can remember the number 18? Yeah, whatever. Look, we were in there because of you. We were in there because of murder, and we are the ones charged with solving it. Once again, that's not how this works. Right, people come to us to have things solved. We don't insert ourselves into active cases and say, Oh, hello, Mr Policeman, I'm John.

Just so you know, Charles' son killed him, all right? Cheers, yeah, nobody does that, mate, nobody. Hello? Yes, hello. I have information on the murder of Charles McCarthy. It was his son, Jack. Oh. No.

No, you don't... No, you... You have no idea what you are doing. I was helping him. I am... I was giving him what he wanted. You don't understand what you're doing. Please.

I must have my medication. All right, gents. You are free to go. No, no, no. Can we stay a bit longer? A bit longer? Yes, we'd very much like to watch what happens. Jack McCarty here.

What did John say to you? I'm not quite sure I know what you're talking about. We are helping with this case. Unsolicited. Help. But help all the same. You've been asking for the last two hours to leave, sir. Well, what if, what if I vandalize your desk? What if I do that?

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My name is Peter Parker, but I'm also Spider-Man. This July. We're faced with a threat. That can be anyone. The world may have forgotten Peter Parker. I'm just a neighbor, friendly neighbor. But he hasn't forgotten them. Sometimes Spider-Man has to do the hard thing.

That's my responsibility. Talk to Banner? I didn't know you could get that big. Spider-Man, brand-new day. In theaters, July 31st. Leaving so soon, John. Ah, yeah. I don't think I can take much more of this.

Any of it. Really? You did a brave thing. Doesn't feel it. No. I know. I'm proud of myself in some respects. But it's not me, you know. How so? Oh, God. Good question. I think it's a confidence thing. You feel you lack confidence, Mr Turner.

Oh, that's clever. I don't remember telling you my surname. Right there on your suitcase. An airport luggage tag. I never end up taking those things off. Yeah, yeah. I'm a Turner. The Turner's have always been a quiet lot. Just get by where you can, you know? Not like the McCarthy's of this world, eh?

They're able to, you know, really preach to people. You know what I mean? Of course, yeah, he's... He was full on. Yeah. You developed his app among other things you mentioned to us. while pondside and testing a few of the local fishing restrictions. A good employer?

No. No, mate. Just not a decent guy. No. What do you know of patience more? She's... I don't know, lads. I don't know if I want to get too far into this. It helps us, John. It's important.

Mr Turner, please. The sooner you tell us, the sooner you can return to your fishing. She can be a little opportunistic. She's half the reason Charles was in all this mess. How so? She dropped him to the afternoon slot like five years ago or something for the American fellow that's trying to live forever too.

Better talker, better social media following, to be fair. But Charles made her pay the price for that and then some. And what about Jack? He's had a fucking tough life Oh, excuse me No, no problem A tough life Diagnosed with their mess

With a dad like that Charles didn't get it Thought it was down to his lifestyle or something Cruel man John I would like to thank you for coming forward Today I appreciate

You seem to prefer the quiet You're right about that Good to see you both and enjoy the rest of the festival. Yeah, thanks. Gonna do some real relaxation with a rod and bait. Not like this forced shit. Couldn't agree more.

The worst thing about a jacuzzi, right? Mm-hmm. Is other people. Hmm. You'll be sat in a jacuzzi like we are now. Lovely little secluded area. Trees around us, birds singing, peace, quiet. And then some bloke will sploshing alongside you.

Mm-hmm. Is this a jacuzzi? Or is it a hot tub? I think hot tub's are the wooden ones. They're wooden on the outside? Can't look it up. This is the thing. Can't look it up, no phone. Then again, I'm in a jacuzzi,

so I wouldn't have my phone anyway. It's just a brand name. Hmm? Jukuzi is a brand name of a jetted tub filled with water. Right, well, there you go. Don't need Google when I've got you. Put this jet of bubbles. It's right up my ass. I swear, whenever I move, he follows me.

You bastard. Everything all right? Not really. Why not? Crime is solved, mate. Is it? Do you think otherwise? Let me present our case.

Whatever helps you relax? Charles is murdered. Blunt object, back of his skull, middle of the night, shoreline of the bathing ponds. Yes, yes, and yes. Patience informs us that she saw Jack McCarthy appear at the festival out of the blue, walk into the exact tree line at night

to his father's location with a blunt object. Yes, and she hears them arguing. It's pretty damning, isn't it, mate? Charles has struck on the back of the head. If my eavesdropping was accurate, a trauma with an 80mmar-surface area. Yeah, and I think one of the officers said cranio's cerebral trauma. But we know it wasn't death on impact, as he was able to message his son the accusation. Of being a rat? Yes, quite.

Which means we're dealing possibly with an incorrect time of death. Perhaps the message came before and provoked the attack. Which confirms we have the murderer anyway. Case closed. God's sake, right up my ass again. Then we have the man at the police station. John Turner? John Turner. So he tells us. What? Just accusing people of having names now?

He walks into the station from the festival and informs them with unwavering confidence that Charles McCarthy was killed by his son, Jack McCarthy. Yeah, but we don't know what evidence he gave. We don't. Or do we know what name? What? Patience had a turbulent relationship with Charles. He held the accusation of disrespect. against her for years. She is unreliable. That was made clear immediately by suspecting you, despite knowing a chain of events that she is now using as evidence against someone else.

Then there is Crowder. Who the hell is Crowder? William Crowder. Patience's right-hand man. He would have always been down there by the bathing ponds at that time. If you recall, he had to replenish the bins. What if Patience foiled his initial attempt? after all. Come. I know, Sherlock, I'm not running through a pitch black forest in my swimming shorts. I'm running through a pitch black forest in my swimming shorts. Sherlock is, uh, he's up ahead.

I'm just trying, ow, shit, trying to God catch up with him and work out what is bloody hell, what is going on exactly. Stop. Jesus. What are you doing? Shh, for what? Look out there. You see. The electric buggy of William Crowder.

Big Philip? Yes? No, I'm talking about him. Oh, yes. He is indeed more than capable of, I don't know, crushing the skull of a man with a single blow of a blunt object. Sherlock, Jack was at the scene, mate, shouting at his dad after entering the festival in the dead of night.

I ask you not to examine the heart or motivations of our killer, but their physical limitations. MS. MS. multiple sclerosis fatigue, mobility hindrance, coordination difficulties, muscle weakness, spasms, ataxia.

Oh, I get it, I get it. So what do we do now? We shall save William Crowder for tomorrow. I'd like to question him in broad daylight. With witnesses. For now, we need to know what the police know. Yeah, how do we do that? Call them up and ask them.

Hello! Hi! Why are you shouting? John and I are in a very old phone box in our speedos. Hi Lily, they're actually just regular shorts. A phone box? Yes, in the Cotswolds. Why are you in a phone box in the Cotswolds?

John won a romantic getaway for two. Oh, your listeners are going to love that. Lily, we have a case. What do you know of Charles McCarthy? Oh, the man that was going to live forever and then didn't? Yes, him. Just been reading the report. Tremendous.

Come to the Wellness Festival in Boscom Valley and tell me all about it. Sherlock! You think she'll come? Help us with a murder or perform some menial met task like processing traffic contraventions. I think we have a more exciting offer, don't you? Sure, can we go? The phone box smells a piss, so... Yes, we must return to our Mongolian yurt and rest. For tomorrow, the alarm clock of justice shall rouse us from our slumber.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Just get out of the phone box. Morning. Good morning to you. Can I interest you in an adaptogenic mushroom coffee? No, you absolutely can't. Where's your doctor? Sleeping. A long day for him yesterday. Oh yeah? How so? Well, according to your sort, he killed a man. I'm only surprised his target was Charles McCarthy and not his irritating flatmate, to be honest.

Oi? What? Hug. Oh. Ooh, you smell like lavender. Aromatherapy spa. I just wanted the quiet time, but they're a lot. they wafted things at me. Come.

Where are we going? To the bathing bonds. I haven't got my costume. Oh, but you have, Miss Lestrade. I assure you of that. What the hell's going on? Let's go and find out. See? Look at her attire.

Yes, yes, I see that. A police officer, a Bobby, a copper, a Rosa, the old bill. I think you've made your point. I'm D.C. Lillie Lestrade, met police. Sherlock Holmes here is a certified external contractor of ours. His insight on this crime scene is not just relevant, but it is in fact necessary. So I do ask that we give these gents limited access with my supervision. Right.

Well, let's give him a second because they've just pulled it from the lake. Pulled what from the lake? The murder weapon. They found his phone in there as well. I'll need draining and mounting on a device where we can read it. And they found a bloodied walking stick. A walking stick. Yeah, with this brass head.

It's shaped like a horse. You see? Some blood remains in its crevices. Looks like Jack did the job, then chucked it in the lake. Let me see the brass head again. Hmm? This bit. Yes.

See, that's the weighty bit, right? He was able to, you know, whack, really crack it down on the old man's head. Yes. And the horse design sort of explains the ruptures and indentations we saw on his skull. It's not a horse. Sorry? Sherlock. It's a centaur representing Sagittarius.

You're missing the man bit, mate. That's just a horse. I am not, actually. See? Um, that's got blood on it. Yes. This is the man that completes our broken centaur. No.

that's evidence that completes our broken case and you nicked it. The case is long from salt. Show me where he was struck. Here, this is where we think the stripe takes place. Charles was 5'10. He falls that way, blood drains away, just there. What is this here?

That's just some leaves or foliage from the trees, I expect. Curious. Possibly significant. Can we stop putting evidence in our pocket, please? It is foliage from the surrounding area. I said it was possibly significant, nothing more. I don't know what you make of the blood pattern. Here and here, see? Just right by the shoreline.

Yes, yes. Blood always gets all the attention. But you want to focus on foliage? Hold on. It can't be Jacks. He's a Pisces. Well remembered, Watson. And the late Charles McCarthy is the Sagittarius.

Patience is a Virgo. That was on her name tag. Mr Turner showed no indication of caring either way. What are you thinking? Many things. So he killed his dad with the man's own walking stick. The exact recorded time of death, please. At ten minutes past midnight, that's the absolute closest we've gone at.

Same time is the message. What message? Charles texted rat to his son the moment he was struck down. Well, not long after, likely as he was bleeding out. Christ, I'd have a message a lot worse than that. No, you wouldn't, officer. I wouldn't be too sure about that, mate. Well, I would, because his son didn't kill him.

But the weapon? He merely brought it to the scene. Yeah, and wallop the victim on the head with it. He was giving it to him, quietly, inconspicuously. The immortal man couldn't be seen having a walking aid. Sherlock, just... Let's take a moment, right? Let's dive down into what the people involved did.

They argued, right? Well, then you've got that rat message. I know the implements don't quite add up, but the emotion... Well, we have dived down, have we not? What did we find in the bathing pond? The weapon. And? His...

Phone. The foam of Charles McCarthy. That's it in this bag here. You see? All so bloodied. So why are you to tell me his son struck him on the head with his own water? walking stick. Charles fell to the ground and then proceeded to text the man that did it, the man that was right behind him. He most likely struck Charles and then ran, then got the message.

Oh, so it was Charles, the elderly man with blood pouring out the back of his head that got to his feet and launched his phone 30 yards into the bathing ponds. Did it ever occur to the local constabulary that Charles was nearly 90 years old? His son is nearing 50 and has MS. Do we honestly believe that he was able to do all these things, and then smash his personal best, beyond all measure, with a spectacular throw for both weapon and phone, do we? I don't think we do. I don't think we do. Come along. Let's do some proper police work now, and then we can all get back to being silly. Yes, Sherlock. Yes, Sherlock.

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