Sherlock & Co. - The Bruce-Partington Plans - Part One

Episode Date: August 25, 2026

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Welcome to the adventure of the Bruce Partington Plans. This is four blockbuster parts. This is classified. So don't tell anyone what you hear in this episode. Keep it between us, please. Thanks. Hold her, John. Oh, she's not going anywhere. You see, ladies and gentlemen, I presented to you this case, I said that its crux would come down to the vile. Get off me!

Vile! You heard beastly, dark, insidious. That is what you heard me say. But words cloak themselves, too. Do they not, Tabitha? No, no, you bastard you! Their guise may not be as charming and endearing as yours. But they can only shuffle their form and shape through letters and meaning.

I was not speaking of the vile mind that burns behind this woman's eyes. No! I was speaking of this. A vial. V-I-A-L. A vial of poison. John? Goodness.

The sister fainted. Yeah, well, I can only hold down one woman at a time. My dating history suggests even that is a big ask. What did it take, Tabitha? Do you believe it? To decide that your husband had to die. I have no evidence. No evidence.

Lily? Morning all. She's over there. Detain her. Lily? I see you. Sherlock. Always a pleasure? No, no.

Get off me. Get off me. She's stronger than me. She looks. And more deceitful. Deceit, yes. A very familiar trait in your line of work, Tabitha. I work.

A London Aquarium, you fool! Yes, and you had us all believing it was at the till in the gift shop charging visitors for octopus squish mallowes, and flimsy felt-tip pens marked up to £5.50. How dare you? But you are an aquarist. Are you not? so you should be with your first-class degree in aquatic science from the University of Gloucestershire.

Get away from me! And that is where you looked for inspiration, Tabitha. You observed the attributes of the false cleaner fish that will mimic helpful sea creatures to their prey before killing them. The dusky dotty back that switches colour to match what it hunts, the anglerfish that present worm-like goods to their target, before eating them alive. Please, please.

But none require a vial. No. The puffer fish, however. No! You extracted the lethal tetrodotoxin from the puffer fish into this vial, came home and snuck it into Anthony's birthday mohito. But why did he become your prey? His neglectful ways, your love of Danny here.

Now, wait a second. Danny? Shh. You are even carrying his baby, are you not? Lads, your police officers. Stop gasping. You were in a pinch, Tabitha, a bind, a squeeze, a rock and a hard place. Between the devil.

No. That is what it took. That was the calculation you made that you could murder your way out. Tabitha, you're coming with us. Thank you, D.C. Lestrade and to marry our... Come on here for her work spying at the London Aquarium. To John Watson who broke down this door and held our criminal in place and to you, Tabitha, for taking our bait. Oh, come on.

You bastard. You bad. And see her. Off she goes. I don't believe this. I... I really loved her. Okay, Danny. It's all right. I really loved her, man. Jesus Christ.

Jesus Christ. Oh, don't cry, Danny. There's plenty more fish in the sea. My name is Dr. John Watson, once of the British Army Northumberland Fuselier Regiment. Now, a true crime podcast that are based in central London. I don't have much experience in criminology. So this is mostly a record of how I met possibly the most brilliant and bizarre person I have ever and will ever know.

Join me as I document the adventures of Sherlock Holmes. Always wanted to be a mermaid. Yeah, she was fun. How going? Until she wasn't. State your name for the camera? I'm Dr John Watson. Woman reporting her husband is dead. I'm a private detective in London.

Police are investigating her death. We were called into the case. She loved her work at the aquarium. And we got to work. And what did you think, John, about this death? I thought something smelled fishy. Marlophone Mermaid, the aquarium killer. Tonight at nine, only on true crime max.

Ha ha ha ha, yes. Wait, where is Sherlock? You short there? Hello? No, no, in the trailer? I know I'm not in it because I was away when they did the evening. interviews, but why isn't Sherlock in it? Well, they're narrative-focused.

They probably wanted a perspective that could really lift the story of the case, provide a sort of block-bust attention. I refuse to participate. That too. You didn't want to be in it? No. Why not? Because I think it's irresponsible for a detective to reveal their methods.

You're thinking of magicians. It is an extremely obvious logic. Why would I display it for you all to see? Uh, you do it. every week. It's called the Sherlock and Co-podcast, mate. It could have been a little helpful for business, though, Sherlock. Do you know that is exactly what I said? And I refuted it then, and I will continue to do so now.

This trailer is clearly offering you a form of almost entirely manufactured success that I fear you really are captured by... Manufactured success. We cracked the case, didn't we? The case was messy, disconnected and complex. This trailer offers a simple narrative and story that even now is dulling your mind. I'm not taking sides, but nobody paid us. We put hours and hours, days, in fact, into that case. It may not have been for payment, but it was for justice.

Justice doesn't pay your rent, nor mine. Then we shall ask the police for money. That's not how it works. Sherlock, look, I know, okay? I know you think it's undignified. It's exposing us or whatever, but no bad will come from this, only good. Ha ha ha, see, what might that be?

Would it perhaps be the game? Hmm? Old chum? Old Buddington, pal. Stop, pardon me. I'll go, answered. Well, the game has dulled herself up to the nines and called upon our house, dear fellow, has she not?

Stop speaking like that. She doth require assistance, for she is afoot, and we, as dutiful gentlemen, shall partake in fulfilling her needs. Stop that right now. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Oh, I'm...

So sorry to hear that. Guys? Yeah. This is... Oh, Terrence, darling. I didn't even get my name out to you. I'm so bleeding and stressed about this whole thing, I swear to you. No, no, no, that's okay.

Good to meet you, Terrence. I'm Dr. John Watson. This is Sherlock Holmes. Oh, croaky. Look at you. Stick in. Look a bloody lamp post you, eh? Oh, me?

Oh, no, not you, son. This fella. Hello, what there? You are rather tall yourself, Terrence. Uh, yes, I suppose I am. But I do, hunts, sir. I'm ever so stooped there, boy. Come here, gis a hug, eh?

Just a bleeding hug, lad. Sherlock. What? Terrence wants a hug. I didn't see him hug either of you, too. Just... Fine. Oh, lovely.

Nice to have a hug, of it. Oh, there we go. Right. Shall I plop. myself down here, shall I? Yes. Would you like a cup of tea, Terrence? Oh, God bless you. How do you take it? It's a simple question. Splush of milk, three lumps. There's a good guilt. Mm-hmm. I shall go and make it. Sherlock, I can do it. Do you don't want to hear the case? I'm sure you will fill me in. Oh, the case. I can't bear the words. I have become a case.

How pitiful, how utterly bleeding dreadful. So, do you want to tell me the... Oh, sorry, lad. Got to hear me feet out. Yep. Let the elements get to them, you know. They could rot away, couldn't they? Sure, yep.

Have you been to a doctor, Terrence, regarding these growths you have? And that, you're back. That's hyper-kyphosis. Doctors. Quast in a bed. Don't get me started on doctors, lad. Come, listen to me, Tale. Sure, we can listen, yeah.

I live in a flat, all by myself, like. Where? Where? Sidcup. Sidcup, okay. Sorry, you've had to come so far. Well, I saw you on the telly in that advert, you see. Oh, of course, of course.

Carry on, Terrance. I worked in my younger years in the diamond trade, like. I scored myself a few deals over a lengthy career, and I kept them all in me safe, didn't I? Worth thousands and thousands. What, pal? Yeah? It's sparkling away like nobody's business these little things.

Anyway, all my windows are shut last night, and my doors. Boy, I hear a noise. Here you go. Terrence. Oh, thanks, lanky fella. Cheers, nice one. I was just saying, Shelton. Sherlock. At Sherlock, excuse me.

In the night, I hear this noise and I spring out of bed as best I can at my own. My condition, and I'm heading to my lounge, and there before me is this ghostly apparition at the window. A ghostly apparition. That's right. Ghostly apparition. Right. And what did this ghostly apparition do, Terrence? It beckoned me.

Beckoned. Did it, indeed? Beckoned me to the window light. And with the glass pane betwixt us, it asked for the number of my safe to sell the jewels to the devil. To the devil.

Because you see, this ghostly apparition, he, well, I say he, I believe their sex was interred in life. They said that the spirit of my mother, my beloved mother, was being held by Lucifer himself. And I could free her with the coat to me safe. Sorry, had you been drinking? Do you take any medication for your back? I gave the code, doctor. And whack! I got this awful bump on my head.

Out for the count then, I came two. And my diamonds were gone. Now then, the only people that knew of these diamonds in my safe were... Agnes the spinster upstairs above me. Luca the dormant and Nurse Bagshot. Who would visit twice a week, Tuesday and Friday mornings? The thing is, Terence, I'm not entirely sure if we can take a case like this. We can definitely think about it.

Oh, yeah, 100%. We can have a think and get back to you. She's thinking, look at her. Yes, I am thinking. Luca would have been on camera at his security position, so it's not him. Hmm, camera was dodgy. Since when? Just last night.

Suspicious. But Lucca was unlikely to know of your attachment to your mother. Ah, true. Agnes the spinster, she would have done. You confide in her. How do you know this exactly, sir? Because you were in her flat this morning. Long white hairs on your coat.

The smell from that hug, vintage, powdery notes, oak moss, incense. Oh, very good. And she knits, I see. Fibis on me purse. What a twithful observation. But there is a whiff, Terrence. Of what, Mr Holmes? Tell me of what, sir.

Upon your breath, of an opioid pain reliever. I don't take such drugs, sir. I do not. They were administered to you, Terrence. I didn't drink or eat a thing, for I am unwell, you see, Mr. Holmes. So terribly unwell. Your hand, here, a tiny piece. puncture mark, the drug was inserted here. You are merely breathing out its residue. Well, bugger me.

The indentations on your hand here, from a key, you were stuck in the lobby. Luca was nowhere to be seen. But why would you leave on a Tuesday morning when Nurse Bagshot is due to visit you? Oh, she didn't arrive, Mr Holmes. She did not arrive, and Luca was not present because they worked together to steal your diamonds and now they have scarpered Terrence. Scorpered? No! Oh, how could they? Bagshot drugged you and feigned the apparition as she knew of your motherly attachment and guilt.

Luca disabled the cameras and opened the safe. Um... Does that help, Terence? Yeah, good enough, I suppose. Wonderful. Drink your tea. a bit. Drink your tea, Terrence.

I'm still feeling a bit overwhelmed, bother. Drink the tea. Oh, fine. Sorry, what... Shh. Uh, I can't do it. God. Oh, the sugar.

You're idiot. Microft. Uh, what? Disgusting. A pathetic disguise. What do you want? Come on. Terence the wronged elderly man.

Agnes the spinster. I'm sorry, but Agnes was an utterly useless character. Oh, so wrong, so narrow-minded. Sorry, can I just... what is going on? This performance has taken longer than I intended. Come. Where? The Diogenes Club awaits.

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What are we doing? We are waiting for an over-pampered excessively muscular vein, self-involved oath. Mycroft. You're waiting for Mycroft? Yes. Okay, so why don't we just go in there? I can see him through the glass. Because he's meditating. Right. Well, it looks to me like he's having a drink on a Tuesday morning. You activated your membership then?

Well, I mean, Mike Croft gave it to me, so it'd be a waste knot to use it. And do you? Use it? I came here once. Did the steam shower thing? Yes, I remember. You substituted your golden retriever aesthetic for something positively poodleish. I think it was a humidity conditioner that sort of permed my hair into... You could certainly frequent this place much more often now, couldn't you? Could I? With your celebrity's status?

Sherlock. I'm astonished, actually, John, that you are not being hounded by adoring fans as we speak. It was on a channel called True Crime Max, mate. Exactly my point. It is not worth the expenditure of spirit. Expendit... Sherlock, can I just have a word? Finally. I knew it was tetrototoxin from the very beginning, by the way.

No, you didn't. Yes, I did. You didn't? I did. Then why didn't you tell me? Would you have wanted me to? No. Hmm.

Well, there you go. I was being a kindly older brother. John, darling, may I squeeze you? Feel that? Yep. Oxytoosin from the hypothalamus. You'll record that from when you first met Shirley Pooh. You smell better than when I last saw you.

Oxytocin. Vital for childbirth and breastfeeding, of course. I've just eaten. If breast milk is on offer, I'm pretty stuff. But in this instance, social bonding building building feelings of trust

and attachment to be able to put him down he's mine oh you're bad at sharing I'm bad at sharing when did you ever let me play with the flying scotson it was not to be played with how was that hug for you John

yeah what did you think of poor Terrence yeah good an interesting case yes good to keep your minds fresh for the tasks ahead. I do regretfully, however, ask that you make no more documentary appearances.

My thoughts, exactly. Sorry, wait, hold on. It may not make it to air this evening. It may not? No. Who's making this decision? The British state. You didn't feel guilty, John.

Yes, he should. Embarrassment, yes. But guilt and shame? No, no. Come, come, come, go, come. This way. We must discuss something. Must we?

I have good news. Two pieces of good news, in fact. The first? This. Taste it. It's quite early in the morning. Taste. Okay.

Mm-hmm. Okay. Mm-hmm. Yeah, it's very nice. The McCallan 30-year Sherry Oak Barreled Reserve is back. Great. Yeah, it's delicious. Second piece of good news.

Where? Don't do that. Just tell me where it is. You're ruining the good news. I can already discern what the good news is. You have its gist, yet the details are far beyond your reach. So shut up and listen. Sorry, how can you tell the gist of anything here?

He has a case. For us, it's fresh. How fresh? Less than 12 hours, I'd say. Stop it. You have a case, yet you showed up in fancy dress as Terrence and invented a bunch of characters. That was to warm you up, dear chaps. Observing what I did earlier and what I see now, you've been on the tube. You removed your shoes as Terrence for good reason. They were dirty.

Scuffs of limestone didn't quite work for Terrence. So not only have you been in a tube carriage, but you have in fact been trackside. You've used an antibacterial hand wash, exceptionally rare for a man with your dermatological obsessions, so it's a body on the line. Aldgate station is closed, I note. I'll head over there now. Always lovely to see you, Big Brother. Well done. You completely ruined it. I found it rather satisfying, thank you very much.

Two very easy wins this morning. Thank you. Sherlock 2. Miccroft and Terrence Nill. You can't get to the site without me. I'm sure I'd find a way. I assure you, you won't. Oh dear brother, you don't see. The police are like this very lime in my hand.

To extract the juice I desire, I simply give them a little squeeze. Ah, bugger, my eye. The police are not attending this case, in full force at least. What? We're handling it. Who's we? Now, why would I answer a question like that with your microphone right there? Why would you do half the things you've done today?

National Security then? Yes. Here, spray this alkaline face mist and reach your tear darts. I do not want an alkaline face mist. So, um, what do you want us for exactly? He's stuck. He's not stuck. He's busy.

In the same way you were busy in Micanos. I was busy in Micanos. Busy in Micanos. Busy with being stumped by the... the case. I want some lemon to go with that line, you... Ah, you bastard! Get off!

That's my serviette. You're making a full of your... This tie was a gift from the kinds of... Please, please! Oh, you just... Give us the case! Duh! You're right, okay?

You're right. A body. Or gate station. You really are such a difficult person. No, you are a difficult person. difficult person and it bothers this very successful person that I have to ask this boorish, lanky person about this person. Who is the person at all gate?

It is not the person of this person that is a concern. It is what was found on their person. What was on the person of this person? Can we go and see the body or not? This is the control room. Eastbound Metropolitan Line trains are suspended due to our friend. Westbound Apache, Circle Line is running, and you can see the trains denoted there. Then we have a vast array of cameras. Can I just try something? Of course, John Boy. Ladies and gentlemen, this is a Hammersmith and City Line service.

Metropolitan. Oh, shit. Metropolitan. Sorry, please. John. Move right down into the carriage. You, you move down into the carriage. Yeah, you can still look at your phone, mate.

Thank you. Right, this train is now ready to depart. Mind the closing doors. Mind the closing doors. Listen to Sherlock and Co. Wherever you get your podcasts. And mind the closing doors. This is great.

Isn't this great? Not really. Could you put the microphone down, John? I've been asking him that for three years. Yes, very good. Hilarious. Now, the route we did to take. and this store here.

Emergency stairs takes us right down to a service hatch. That'll take us onto the track. After you, dear brother. Oh, I just need to grab a coffee first. Two ticks. Well, that is a caffeine addiction, isn't it? You can't even head to a crime scene without one. Oh, it won't be for him. How'd you know that?

Coffee from a conventional outlet in a tube station. He'd never even dream of it. So, who's the coffee for? And then I said, I've been asking him that for three years. Yeah, I was there. Why are you retelling the anecdote to me and Microft? Because it was rather brilliant. I'm just going to scoot you over a little bit, John. There we go.

Well, why? Oh, because you'll die, and possibly Sherlock too. Me? What sort of calculation are you making there? I feel you'd instinctually try to save him once the electrocution took hold and you'd then perish. No silly instincts from me. No, thank you. Sorry, sorry, this line is electrified?

Mm-hmm. Yes? Christ, alive this coffee stinks. You burn Colombian beans. That really is no point, is there? Whoa, whoa, Sherlock. Listen to what he said, off the lines. The only line that is live is this one here.

That is the conductor rail. So, we have some walking to do then. We do indeed. How do you know that? Because if the power isn't yet isolated, then we are not yet at the crime scene. Would that be right, big brother? It would, little one.

A couple hundred yards up this way. Keeps the left mind. Boy, what happens on the right? Jesus fast! London happens, Dr. Watson. So then I said I've been asking him that for three years. Just stop? Yeah, good one.

Um, coffee? Here you go, Lilith. Don't. Not doing anything, just bringing my dear baby cousin a coffee. It's not Lilith. Well, we can't be sure of that. You're adopted. I'm not adopted.

Yes, you are. No, I'm not. Yes, you are. Did I go through the adoption procedure? Did I? Did anyone say I would like to put my child up for adoption? No. Ow!

Fine, if you're going to be rude, then I'm putting this terribly bitter coffee up for adoption. Would anyone like this coffee? Just give me... Give it. Thank you. The other officers are staring, as they should be, at this bloody weird family drama, so can we just... Yeah.

Over here, here he is. Yeah, I thought you'd notice a thing or two about him. You took your time, Mycroft. I had to keep these jets fresh, get their minds working. Or you like mocking the Met just as much as your brother does. Oh, wow, okay. Um, well, he's got some major contortions. Not a great deal of blood though. Unlately struck by a dream, then.

Yeah, true. True. If he caught the live rail, that could explain some degree of contortion. Shoulder is popped out here. Knee cap is two. Ouch. Broken ankles, John. Hmm. We have no cameras that spot him entering the tunnel at either end or at any station or platform. So he just appeared here? Service hatch? No. Not a single camera catches him on his adventure to this point where he comes into contact with the live rail. No, it wouldn't. It wouldn't. Oh dear, Mycroft, Holmes. How disappointing.

If you don't see it, that's fine. I can help you. I see it. No, you don't. There's no footprints to this position. You could have walked on the rails or sleepers. Good point, Miss Lestrade. Is that it, Mycroft? Nothing else? Deary me.

Moccasins. Yes. Have you looked them up? Have I looked up the chap's moccasins? No, I have not. I've had a very busy morning with other matters. Like the role of Terrence? Whose Terrence? Oh, chop, chop, little one. Let's hear it.

Memory foam moccas and slippers. In rather good Nick, wouldn't you say, for wandering down a tube line? Yes. And he's showered. Hair is still wet. I can even see some conditioner in it here. Proof, not only did he not walk down this tunnel, but he didn't even intend. tend to leave his house. He would have melted.

What was that? The slippers, if he'd touch the live rail, there's no smell. Electricution, there'd be like a burned keratin, like a burned hair smell. Keep going. Well, so electrocution can cause very severe muscle contraction.

It'll pop your shoulder out easy. Pop your kneecaps out too, but there's no other signs. Only one fist is clenched, facial muscles all limp, ankles are broken, from an impact. He wasn't electrocuted. Excellent, Watson.

If he was struck by a train, there'd be blood. Burns would be shattered on this place. Witnesses all the way from the driver to the passengers would have seen it, felt it. The control room monitored this sort of thing constantly. Sensors alone would have caught it. Obstruction markers in the tunnel would send a signal. So, not electrocuted, not hit by a train. And from the looks of it?

Not ever intending to be out of the house, let alone. Here. Yeah. I think the game might be afoot, rather. Yes, I think it might. To binge this adventure in full and without ads, go to patreon.com forward slash Sherlock and co. Two and five Canadians will hear the words you have can. That's why every step and dollar raised matters.

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