Sherlock & Co. - The Greek Interpreter - Part One

Episode Date: May 19, 2026

GREECE IS THE WORD - I was in a state of repair. Of rest. Of relaxation. Or at least - that's what I had attempted. The downtime was causing a certain flatmate of mine to itch. To fidget. To be so bored and frustrated that he took me to the very funeral of the man I killed.... I went along, sure. But it wasn't my idea.  Part 1 of 5 This episode contains swearing, references to violence and suffering, death, gunsListener discretion is advised. A new clothing store has opened: www.sherlockwear.com For merchandise and transcripts go to: www.sherlockandco.co.uk For ad-free, early access to adventures in full go to www.patreon.com/sherlockandco To get in touch via email: [e-mail] Follow 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 Doyle Paul Waggott as Dr. John Watson Harry Attwell as Sherlock Holmes Marta da Silva as Mariana Ametxazurra John Brannoch as Wiggins  Additional voices Adam Jarrell Darcey Ferguson Written by Joel Emery Directed by Adam Jarrell Editing and Sound Design by Holy Smokes Audio Produced by Neil Fearn and Jon Gill Executive Producer Tony Pastor Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

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Download the Instacart app and shop today. For just six pounds a month, binge ad-free adventures in full and have access to so much more over at patreon.com forward slash Sherlock and Co. Hi there, everyone. Welcome to the Sherlock and Co podcast. Things are back to normal. Well, normal for the Sherlock and Co podcast. I am your host, Dr. John Watson. And this is the adventure of the Greek. interpreter. Yeah, this adventure contains... Well, it contains something that I don't think you would expect. I didn't expect it. It's five parts.

I hope you enjoy it, because I did not. Watson! Jesus! Is everything all right? Yes, I'm fine. Thank you. I was just getting into bed. Why is your laptop open? I was doing some work. No need. Mariana is much more capable of podcaster. What?

Nothing. I said it's a rather fine evening. You should get some fresh air. Here. Sherlock, no, the traffic noise is just... You're right, that can be disturbing. I shall close the road. Sherlock. Some well-place signs, some traffic cones. I shall even dig a trench in the tarmac. I'll need Wiggins. Sherlock, can you please just... Sherlock? Wiggins, we're going to close Baker Street and dig up the road. Honest.

No, stop. Sherlock. Just... No. Yeah, it's okay. I've got this all how I need. I'm just a bit tender in places. That's all, mate. That's all. Okay? You're going to answer that? It's probably Wiggins. It's not. Who is it? I will leave you to your rest. Blood in your lungs. It was a cough. I'll examine your chest. We must get a doctor.

You are getting a doctor. Get off, Sherlock. My name is Dr John Watson, once of the British. Army Northumberland Fusoleer 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.

I think Archie, boy! What is it? I'm just struggling a bit. To drink tea. Yes, actually, because I have to reach all the way over there to get the tea in the stitches. All the way over there, being the coffee table directly next to your seat. Yeah, that's right. The coffee table you had me move specifically so you could drink tea without those ridiculous noises.

Oh, pain is ridiculous now, is it? Well, you've changed your tune. Yes, well, it is rather dragging on. now, isn't it? I know I sound better, momentarily, Sherlock. That's something called codeine. It makes speaking after having tubes in my throat a lot easier and less sexy and gravelly. I was shot, okay, I'm put into a coma. It's serious stuff, me.

Which you walked out of to Baker Street. Ah, but, but, but I wheelchered my way to a cab, first off. He then drove me to Baker Street so that I could save your ass. My ass was saving the ass of our Spanish collie. Your ass and her ass needed my ass because your asses were getting their ass handed to them by some ass. Now I have pain. Pain in my head. Thank you very much. That's it. Is it? The great crime-solving mind collapses at a simple discussion. It is not simple, nor is it a discussion.

And this obsessant complaining has compromised my buoyant mood. Boyant mood. You're in a buoyant mood? I was. Why are you in a buoyant mood? What are you doing? Observing. Deducing. Oh, are you now?

Yes, I think I have proven my worth in such areas. I'm sure you'd agree. Why are you making that face? This is the face of intense, serious study and analysis, my friend. That's right, feel the constricting grasp of my examination. You have chocolate above your eye. How do you get chocolate above your eye? Aha, unable to comprehend something, are you?

Well, the tables really have turned. Biant mood. Boyant mood. Aha! I have it. I assure you, you don't. It's a new client, isn't it? John?

So you admit it? I knew you wouldn't be able to resist. You're an addict. Oh, this really is quite the performance. No cases. No, absolutely not. Look at me. Sherlock, this is R and R. Sitting in front of the television watching action films is not R and R.

Rambo and Robocop, mate. Five Rambo's, three Robocop's. Got plenty to be getting on with, haven't we, Archie Boy? Fine. I shall leave you both to it. Fine. Thought you were leaving. I am partaking in this sweaty gentleman's jungle adventures, thank you very much. By all means.

So? So. Is it a client? Well, you don't want one, so why does it matter? Well, I mean... I didn't... Hey, yo, Chief, I can do that for you. What the...

You know, I wouldn't. It's not like I'm quitting all together. Why is your man here with the M16A2 US military standard issue firearm from 1983 to 1986 affixing a thrush suppressor to it? Because it's dark and the baddies will see the muzzle flash? Trust me, mate. I know. Got shot, remember?

Baddies. They are baddies. Look at them. A rather subjective conclusion, but fine. They are baddies. Rambo knows what he's doing. The manufacturers of his weapon that knew what they were doing.

He does not. His gun has native suppression hardware. See, there, that chamber, it's called the bird cage. Look, is it a client or not? No. What is it then? Where is this jungle meant to be exactly? The bird calls are rather inconsistent for the climate.

Sherlock, the buoyant mood. Please, can you explain? You have exhausted your observations, have you? Yes. Just tell me why you are apparently so happy. Because of a funeral. What? A funeral?

Yes, that's what I said. Perhaps the cacophony of Ringo's gunfire is deafening you. Firstly, his name is Rambo, John Rambo, and secondly, my hearing is fine. It's Moran's funeral, I shall be long. What? What did you say? You said your hearing was fine. That's not funny. I said it is the funeral of Sebastian Moran.

I shall be long. Oh. Is that quite all right? It... That's... Now, today. Correct, but you are of course stricken, aren't you, John? Barely able to lift a cup of tea, or to put chocolate into the correct hole in your face, it would seem.

Hmm, yeah. You wouldn't want to come along to such an event. The funeral of the man you shot dead. Hmm. Want me to hold the cab? If you could. Two seconds. Quite sprightly now, aren't you?

Oh, just go get the cab. Yes. In to the ground he goes. Back into the dirt from whence he hid. His commute to hell has shortened by five or six feet, so that's handy for him. How do you feel? Um, kind of bruising sensation on my chest. No, with this, with Sebastian Morat. Yeah.

Um, I mean... Apparently you can't speak ill of the dead, so I'll just say nothing. Not one of your specialities. Silence? No. Is everything all right? Mm-hmm. Your phone?

No. Now is not the time to answer a call. Okay, but you said that yesterday, and the day before. There will be a time. Okay, when? Not now. Or any of the previous days? Mm-hmm.

Right, great. What about you? What did you want to... Get out of this? Yeah. I had rather hoped to see Moran's master. Yeah, thought as much.

But we have a small collection of very ordinary men. Moran's mother, a long-lost love perhaps in this woman here. And that's only because she works nearby. on the checkout at the local furniture warehouse.

God's sake. Blasphemy, Watson. Amidst the deceased? How do you know that? Oh, very simple. Too simple. You smell that? Furniture wax. What?

It's just a woman wearing all black. Furniture warehouse? She's in heels, for goodness sake. She works with a till. You can see the carbon smudgeon she has left on her hymn sheet, but there is a little speck of blood also. observe her picking at her fingertip there. Uh-huh.

It is directed at not one tiny puncture wound, but two, 10mm apart. So a stapler, receipts stapled, most likely to larger invoices, delivery quotations and such. Heels, yes, but very uneasy in them, and not to mention one moment. Uh-huh. Let me just... They're rubbing her heel, so much so, she put one of these in them. A bit of a cardboard Are we going to give it back to her?

Well, she discarded it Perhaps she'd rather the discomfort Of the friction from the footwear Over this edge protector For furniture? Yes, probably have some in the car When she slipped into those heels The shirt, unlike the heels

An accompanying blazer to the pantsuit, look, is worn daily See how the coarse lint collects Under the collar at the back You can see some on the sleeves That's just tumbled dryer lint. That amount. No. Those are from packing fibres. Not a feature of domestic life, but storing, moving of large-scale items. Absolutely.

Wow, that's impressive. Not really. No, it is, mate. You should be really... That is a proper, proper skill. No lap compression sign on the blazer, so it could have been on a hangar in the car. But when taking a look at her behind the knee compression lines, she's doing pretty well, don't you think? Not much creasing. Although, not a long journey is the conclusion we can make.

Also, her driving position is a little too far forward, denoted by the diagonal stress lines. Wow, okay then. Local furniture warehouse girl, fair enough. Moran was so elevated, John, near the pinnacle of a multi-billion-pound venture in his brief persona of Bastion Roseman. But not one mourner here is a person of wealth, of connection. I'd say with a rather rudimentary scan of these individuals, not one even of crime. He has been abandoned in death. Those links he made in the darker activities of his life were thinner than this sheet of which the hymns that lament his life are written.

To be evil, to be wicked is to be totally alone, dear companion. We must always remember that. These that have gathered here are the fragments, the detritus of his once ordinary life. He too was tangled in the web. He just didn't believe it. We may have a visitor ever so brief, ever so distant, as if he does not wish to be seen. I see him. Have your eyes savour it, John.

For there is no rarer a sight than he and the spider himself. Can you make much out, but he's gone? And we shall go as well. To chase him? That would be a fool's errand indeed, my friend. And is answering the phone? A fool's errand? Oh God, I need a painkiller, top of. I will answer it when I must.

Which is, not now. The heart makes judgment. that the mind... You don't have to keep doing the dramatic voice. I'm not answering it, no. Okay. Pined. Yep.

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Oh, right. Yeah. Then no. No, no. That's not cool, I guess. I can't just answer it. Can I? You just ask that. No, I know, but I can't. Right? That's frowned upon. Correct. So stop asking. Stop ringing, no. Yes, I see that. Oh, really.

You had a Robocop. The first thing you'd have them do is paperwork, rather than in the field-type operations, apart from bomb disposal, I suppose. Well, not to get you too excited, but there is a 45-minute scene coming up of Robocop, slowly filling out an MG-11 CPS advice request form. Okay, first off, there's no need to be sarcastic. And secondly, an MG-11 is a witness statement. A CPS advice request is MG-3. Great. Well... You know, sometimes you don't have to... come back with anything when you're wrong. Well, I would quite happily come back with shoutouts. Let's hear them.

OK-dokey, I am on painkillers, so if I get pronunciations wrong, blame the drugs. Shout out to Lexi, Angie and Beau. Thanks for listening, you three. Shout out to Theo and their cat Pandora. Big happy birthday to Samantha and Martin from Canada. Oh, I'm not just lumping them in as Canadians. They have birthdays in May, by the way. They are partners, and their birthdays are a day apart.

So that's very easy for you. isn't it? Isabel. Isabel from Washington State has got into WSU, everybody. Go, Isabel. Shout out to Dania in Malaysia. Hello to Alfie and his little brother. A late, happy birthday to Federica. I mean, I was in a coma. To Federica from Italy. And finally, shout out to Rich from Oxford. It's his birthday, well, in June. But Millie seems nice. So he's getting an early shout. The phone. Shall I see what the contact name is? Yeah, yeah, do it.

Hold on. Oh, what the heck? The contact is called? Don't answer. Don't answer? That's quite full on, isn't it? For Sherlock? Yeah.

Stopped again? Yeah. Oh, it's ringing again. What? New number. What's it saved as? Don't answer this either. answer this either.

This is weird now, isn't it? Yeah. Um, I'm gonna make a suggestion. Let's hear it. Maybe. Maybe. Uh, we answer, because... Weird, nosy, horrible people?

Yes, that. But also, it could be business related. Exactly, yes. Yeah. We're just doing our jobs, basically. Totally. Right, yeah. Okay, let's do this. You do it. You got it?

Here we go. Hello? I will take that, thank you very much. Wait, no, I wasn't. I wasn't... You are in trouble. I recorded all of that. So, actually, we're in trouble.

Because in the court of 221B, that absolutely will be used as evidence. Ah, damn it. No, absolutely not. God, listen to that. Don't do favours. So how could you call it a favour? Whoa, is he arguing with somebody?

I... No, you are. He's really shouting. No, you. Yeah. I'd rather be that that a big, stupid... I don't care. I don't...

No. Fine. Fine. Fine. And this, this biz is where he shoots that guy. Oh, cool, cool, nice. And I actually think the social message of Robocop is, Oh, hey, big fella, didn't see her.

Oh, you're home. Cool. That's cool. I didn't know that. I ended the room two minutes ago to snatch the phone out of it. hand. Oh yeah. We had dinner together before that. Yeah, my...

A memory lately. Yes! Yes! Uh, what? You're tired. Haggered, in fact, yes? Uh, I... I guess. I'm... Exactly. It is because you need to relax. You need to relax. And John here, poor John, with his sore little scab. Saw little... I got shot in the chest, mate.

We must relax. I love to relax. I really do think it could be one of my favourite pastimes. I truly do. Not that I don't believe you, but... But what? But I don't believe you. You hate to relax. Not true at all. Watch this. Ready?

Mm-hmm. Ready? Yes. Are you watching? Yes, we're watching. See? What? Relaxing.

Sherlock Holmes taking a little break. Some rather whimsical folk would call this chillaxing. Sherlock, um... Wait, wait, watch this. Watch. Feet up. Wow, very impressive. My favourite.

Lovely. Can feel my mind winding down to a soft ambient hum. How delightful. Your eyes twitching. In the spirit of embracing relaxation, we should have a little holiday, shouldn't we? Like abroad? Like abroad? Exactly, Mariana.

I didn't even say anything, and you just... You're ever so bright. Well, my parents have said they'd always have us in San Sebastian. No. No. The Spanish have made it abundantly clear they would prefer fewer British tourists on their shores. We must respect their wishes. Perhaps an island.

Islands can be relaxing, so let's examine that. Shall we? Chums? Okay, the Isle of white? We said abroad. Right. Mayorka is... Spain has been eliminated from the desired locations.

The Dominican Republic has amazing... Too far. We'd be gone too long. Archie would be concerned. Well, I've always wanted to do Iceland. No! No, you fool. No, dear John. Tis too chilly. Far too chilly. You'll catch a cold and then, um, you will die. Okay, can I ask what is going on? We're just looking to relax. It's what is required for you. How can our business ever recover if we don't remedy our ailments and injuries when...

Greece? Greece! Yes, Mariana! Yes! Hey, hey, it's all right, arch. It's all right. It's all right. Can you calm down, please, Sherlock? Forgive me. I just, I want you to get better a Marianas, expertly chosen the island of Micanos in Greece. Excellent work, pack your things, see you in the morning, good night. Did, um, did you say Micanos? I would never say Miconos.

Why not? Do sun cream on my back? I did it for you an hour ago. Yeah, that's how we do it in England. We are not in England. Exactly. To binge this adventure in full and without ads, go to patreon.com forward slash Sherlock and co.