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

Episode Date: September 8, 2026

THE SPY WHO STOLE MY PODCAST - Mycroft Holmes hijacks the first half of this entire episode. He's doing his own thing. It's not anywhere near as good as my thing.Part 3 of 4This episode contains swearing, violence, references to abuse, sexual abuse, child sexual abuse, abduction, deathListener 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 HolmesMarta da Silva as Mariana AmetxazurraThomas Mitchells as Mycroft HolmesJasmine Kerr as D.C Lily LestradeLuke Jasztal as Walter ValentineAdditional Voices:Jack AyresDarcey FergusonJemma RevellJoel 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

Go to patreon.com forward slash Sherlock and Co. For bonus material, early access to episodes, add free listening, and much more. That's patreon.com forward slash Sherlock and Co. Okay. Uh, John, I did it. Uh, do I just hit stop or? Previously on Sherlock and Co. Could we see his identification?

He's not carrying any. He may not be, but we do have the British government here with us. Don't we, Big Row? Is that surprising? He's not carrying ID? He's got jogging bottoms on and a T-shirt. But what brought him out? And to hear. And I would ask that question of you as well.

It is a government matter. It is. Something on his person. What can he be carrying? Where? Stuffed down his pyjama trousers, Dr. Watson. What was it? Turn off your microphone.

What? John, turn it off. Name of the deceased. Please, mate. Arthur Cadogan West. I did... I did a Sherlock. John, how could you?

Aye, aye, aye. He stole evidence from the scene of the crime. Oh, wonderful, John. Excellent work. Show and tell time. Come on. Look, everyone was talking about the national security thing and I just noticed in his single clenched fist... A covlinck?

Yep. The smartest thing about our pyjama man. Arthur will have a locker somewhere in here. Fake passports. All his face, but all different names. Sherlock. What? Look. A gun.

Something tells me that I'm... that Arthur Cadogan West was not just a Balaman. Your British government, nobody should know about this case, except those within the intelligence services. Very good. Exceptional, in fact. Walter Vallanty. Oh, good to meet you.

This locker, I'm afraid to say, is the second life of Arthur Cadigan West. The shadow life. Also, I thought... You don't believe him to be a spy? I know a spy when I see one. And this is something different. I think he was offered money and a life that was scary, yes, but also irresistible.

I know who took the file. It was my brother. Jesus Christ, I just saw him. On the security footage, in the bar, he handed it to Arthur Cudigan West. Shit! Mr. Valentine! James Valentine opened the door. Unit one entry.

Get seen as secure. Can I have CID, CSI and the duty coroner, please? Thank you, Cartman. Welcome listeners to Microt and Co. Not really the collaborative sort of chap. Welcome to The Rest is Microft. Welcome to Microft. This episode contains violence and references to classified information.

Cheers. Cut right, dear lad. This mehito is a 9.6, you talented devil you. Did you forage this mint yourself? Hi, HQ. We see ya. We're inbound with the goods. Great to hear it, Captain. Bring them in safe. You want them in me in condition, right?

That's how they like them. You got it. We got them tied up just in case they want to go exploring on that island of yours. Yeah, good call. Legencers, well, you've down near confessed to human trafficking right on this transmission. Who is this? Turn around, and happy to introduce myself. I'm Mike Croft Holmes. His Majesty's government send their regards.

What in the fuck? You. Hey, hey, man, I ain't part of this shit. Okay, man? Hmm. Is that an excuse? Is it? Do you ever speak up about it?

Logger complaint? Notify HR, anything like that? Okay, I am, but it's not... It's not that easy. Well, it's not that easy. Silence is violence, my friend. No. I'm not perfect, because violence is also violence, but you know what?

At least I'm not abducting this. At least I'm not sending young girls into the arms of the most insidious. This. Oh, they're all dead. Anyone else alive? Because I had more to say. Right. Well, excuse me, Mr. Peterfile.

Could you tell me how to turn this ship around? How many dead? How long is a piece of string? I will remind you, Mycroft. I am your director. You have no... other superior. I have His Majesty the King.

And would you like to report to him? Seven dead. You identified them? I did. Before or after elimination? Before, jury. I do my homework.

The famous photographic memory of Mycroft homes. It comes in handy. You may wish to deal with them. Not in the The eliminating sense. You understand?

The traffickers. No. I said May. Bycroft. Director, they are... Human filth. They are a primary threat. A hostile force to the British government.

They could have it. You think those demonic sex pests have the Bruce Partington plans. You honestly believe that. It could have. have found their way to them. Yes. That's not how they operate. Not how they ever have done so, Director, I assure you. Maycroft, you must understand.

We are plugged into the Russians. We see every word. I know this. You've not picked up a whisper of it? Nothing. So we have to look to other rogue actors? Or? Or what? Or it was taken.

From the inside. I don't care what you think. Yes, you do. No, I don't. I'm documenting my own chabels, as you do yours. I don't do mine. Watson does mine, and mine don't contain government secrets, nor are they a vanity project. Oh, so keeping Britain safe as a vanity project, is it?

How feeble-minded you are, little one. According your inflated heroism as the vanity project, you muscle-brained, a fool. Misguided and misunderstood as usual. Shut up. You shut up. No, you. I have to go. Love you. Love you.

Excuse me. Hi. There's a gentleman in there. I think he may be new. Right. He's clearing his throat, crossing and uncrossing his legs in a suit that sounds a little too polyester for my liking. Could you have a word with him? Yes, of course. Thank you so much. Um, Mr Holmes Your phone has been ringing

I'll be done shortly Rather a lot, actually Rather a lot, you say Yes, we counted 17 times Holmes This is Mike Roth Hello sir

Met Police are calling in a body on the line at Aldgate It pertains to national security On my way What can he be carrying? Where? Stuff down his pyjama trousers, Dr. Watson. What was it? Microwft.

Turn off your microphone. What? John, turn it off. Now. Okay. Okay. He had on his person the Bruce Partington plans.

They are strictly an internal document. They have been fed into a governmental auditing program to monitor costs and curb spending. Every single name in that report will become compromised if we don't get it back. You have it back. You just said it was on him. We will only know when every link to him

from the moment the report went missing to the moment he was found here is put together. meticulously. It must be in the moment. investigated by the very best. Sorry. Say that again. No. I feel you're hiding something.

I'm a spy, for goodness' sake. Of course I'm bloody hiding something. What do you wish for us to find? Everything, dear brother. Trust no one. Question everything. Uncover every detail. And only then, we know that British interests are safe. I will speak with Lily and ask for a little more time Mm-hmm

Aside from The classified documents Is everything else Hide it a damn side better than that, please Hide what You know what, John I I really don't

The clue in your grasp Oh sorry, I'm really sorry I saw that he was holding this cuffling I can put it back. No. That little sparkle in this darkness is the clue, dear John. That little ambassador of Savilleurot down here beneath amidst the breakdust and ballast. A tiny beacon of refinement.

It doesn't fit. Who do you think it belongs to? That is what Sherlock and Co. of 221. One Baker Street must uncover. Right, I see that you like the drama just as much as your brother. You see the rats in here. A mischief of rats, as they're known. Collective nouns can usually be such a bore, but in this instance...

Moycroft. When all is in balance, in harmony, they exist peacefully with one another. Scavenging as a group for the benefit of the mischief. But when conditions tweak, when they tilt, climate threat, lack of food, one male will begin to eat the others in isolation. Unseen, consumed to the bone. The threat level in the group rises. The male's significance elevates. Or we shall find others like Arthur Kaddigan West. Okay, yeah. Can I put my mic back on now?

Yes, I... Have a call I need to answer. You've seen the light once again, I hope. I'll always see the light. Do you indeed? Of the Bruce Partington plans. Director, it's me. Aycroft?

Your fear may have been validated. Quarerise it. I'm in the process. Who? Valentine. James Valentine. You know this. How? Because I do, Director.

The man has worked on our behalf and nearly 20 years. Overstein. The legacy asset himself. He called me. I just checked in with the investigation. The investigation is in its infancy, Mikeroft. Give it time. The investigator I have is the very best, aided by James' own brother. Good God. I'll bring him in before then.

Please do, Holmes. Jim? Jim Valentine It's Mikecroft Homes From those god-awful foreign office meetings I just wanted to run something By you Unlock you fuck

Bullocks What I've left my phone in that dingy creepy men's club That means I have to go back in there Mm-hmm yep And look like a complete sleazy wanker As I head in

I am glad I joined the investigation at this place. Chelsea, in a garden. Yeah, well done you. Not a bad spot. Telling me, mate, these are all private, you know. Oh, just for the residents. Yeah, private, shared garden, so you only get to mix with who you want to mix with. And who was James Valentine mixing with? The wrong sort, it would seem.

Hmm. I was reading about him on the way over, a real, I mean for a long time. at least. A real hero. Yeah. Yeah, British Army. Looks like he was Kosovo too, like my dad. Then MOD, governmental position.

Then betrayed it all. Or was betraying it for a long time. Or that, yeah. How have we got involved in this? It's crazy. Totally crazy. You know not a single second of this

is going on the podcast, is it? if we get all the guilty people and protect the others. Why not? Yeah. How's his brother? He's gone from very helpful to... Distraught? Yeah, in a kind of British stiff upper lip way now,

but it wasn't pretty when he first found out he fainted. Drama. Yeah, family drama. At the absolute pinnacle of Britain's security apparatus. brothers, eh? Ha ha. Yeah, hello, mate. You okay? Oh, never mind me.

How are you two doing? The secret garden in the heart of Chelsea kind of helps. Yes, well, enjoy it while you can. You can always use mine. You have a place around here? Yes, I think it's up that way. You think?

Hmm. Little one is still inside, then? Yeah, he's seen a few things. He doesn't quite like. Hmm. I'm sure. Inspectors want to call it a suicide, Mikeroft. They can call it whatever they want. Their conclusions are secondary to ours.

Was he murdered? We will see. By Oberstein? You look very pleased with yourself. Careful now, John. Careful now. You wanted us to do this case. I'll go and check on my brother.

This whole thing has rather... cemented his place in my heart, as you can imagine. Go be with him. Give him a hug from me. Of course. Fortunately, my mum doesn't like kids, so I'm an only child and don't have to put up with this crap. Carol, the Midwife, doesn't like children. Correct. Walter.

Mycroft, dear man. I'm sorry. Yeah. No, I'm sorry. Don't start. He was a traitor, Mycroft. Walter. My own brother.

Stop it. Enough. Mr. Holmes? We've found it. A copy, I fear. Yes, sir. Walter, take some time. Have to have a walk outside.

Thank you, Microft. Welcome back. I've been busy. I don't mean to the case. I mean to this room. Shush now. Care to explain? No, it's not significant.

Well, I think it rather significant that the chief investigator for this murder, that's me. Oh, that's you, is it? Yes, I think it best that I am able to discern why my brother was at this scene. Inside voices. And he has divulged it to no one.

It's a private matter. It is a man with his throat open, half-empted of blood in his own lounge. This is not a private matter. He was a traitor. Oh, splendid. So the British government did this. That's not what I said. You are twisting my words.

And you are twisting the truth, dear brother. Don't look at me like that. I shall look at you however I wish to. It's a clean-up. We have a rogue asset. Loose in the system. I fear he may have done this and Arthur Cadogan West. He got to the traitor before your people did. Mm-hmm.

Who do we believe is next? Walter. Hello. John. I'm sorry, mate. I can't quite process anything. Just, you know, where my head is exactly, but my heart too, of course. It's not your fault, Walter. You did everything you could.

Thank you. Mariana. Mariana. Thank you. The parents are no longer around to see all this. So that's some grace at least. Some grace. Sounds cruel to say, but James was always so delicate, fragile.

A wimp if you were being cruel. And many kids were, let me tell you. I spent so much of my teenage. age years, childhood years, protecting him, guarding him. When I left for the army, I thought he'd simply break apart, but he found a strength. I never knew he had. Perhaps he needed me to leave, to be a way to really find any true strength in himself. Then he had a better army career than mine.

mine. People go down certain parts, Walter, and, you know, they never know where it's going to end. Of course. He couldn't have known he'd become this. The landscape probably changed and he didn't have the heart to turn back. Yeah. John, Mariana? Yeah. You want to lift back? Yes, yes, we do. Uh, Walter, if you ever want to... I need to pay you. No, no, no, come on. Don't be silly. Your work has been invaluable. Utterly invaluable. Gents, we can do this en route. How did you spot me then?

Explain your workings or it doesn't count? Of course it counts. No, it doesn't. You didn't, share, so why should I? I'm protecting the nation. You're a bad, sharer, and you always have been. You never, ever let me play with your flying Scotsman. Played.

This is exactly the kind of attitude I took umbrage to. You never even liked trains. The flying Scotsman was not a toy. It was a 1 to 85 scale, Markland H0 Class A3 with a flickering firebox and speed-dependent dynamic smoke that took me a month to build. It was not to be played with. This is how I know that you were here, or rather how I know that Terrence was here. Synthetic beard hair.

Bugger. Ah, rather incriminating. I may share it with my Scotland Yard, friends. I'm yet to rule out you didn't execute. This traitor yourself? How dare you? Would I kill a man in cold blood like that? Oh, are you having a day off?

I kill because I am required to do so. And they are very, very naughty men. You tell me he's a traitor. Does he not qualify? James Valentine was a link between government and intelligence services. He was a rather significant cog in a very complex machine. Like me. How conceited?

You think just because you scrabble around in the dark, and dirt of a crime that you somehow own it. That being anywhere but the scene is a luxury, that I'm somehow indulging myself. I'll tell you something, Sherlock. We are brothers. You merely adopt the opposite to survive in competition with me. That's how children work, my friend.

That's how you've always worked. Oh, I can't compete, so I will adapt. He works in the business lounges and meeting rooms, so I will adopt the back. streets and alleyways. Two brothers. Yes, two brothers. And it's about time you recognize how you are shaped to just oppose me at every turn. It's in your bones. Stop. What? Let me see the body. Leave it. I am leaving it. I am. They're both here. Both here. Yes. One was at the scene in the grasp of the dead. But James is

are still attached. Closet, through here. These suits have couplings. They all have them. Not a single one missing. There's a jewellery drawer here with watches. Do you see it? Do you see its brother? I, um, I don't. Sherlock, now is not the time to call John. Now is exactly the time. Yes, hello. This is my friend's phone. He left it at your establishment. Yeah, I'm the manager. I will just got in, but it's been left on my desk. I'll leave it with security at the front and you can pick it up. Right, yes. All right. I'll tell him to expect you. I just got him. I'm passing it over to security now, all right? Wait, wait. Today, you very kindly helped my friend, my government friend, Mr. Valentine.

Did I? Yes, you reviewed footage with him of his brother and you disposed of the footage. Is there any way we could see it? I genuinely don't know what you're talking about, mate. I didn't solve the case. He solved it. He just... He made me feel like I did. He authored every single move.

The business card, he found it. He didn't share the security footage. He merely told his tale. I saw only what I wanted to see. which was my success. It cannot be Walter. It can't. It can, dear brother.

It absolutely can. Right. Where are we headed, Walter? Oh, I'll direct you. Don't worry about that.