Sherlock & Co. - The Greek Interpreter - Part Two

Episode Date: May 26, 2026

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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?

How do you feel? Um, kind of bruising sensation, not my chest. No, with this, with Sebastian Moran. Apparently you can't speak ill of the dead, so I'll just say nothing. Hmm. Is everything all right? Mm-hmm. Your phone?

No. No, it's not the time to answer. Cool. Okay, but you said that yesterday and the day before. There will be a time. The contact is called? Don't answer. Don't answer?

That's quite full-on, isn't it? For Sherlock? Yeah. Hello? I will take that, thank you very much. Wait, no, I wasn't. I wasn't... Aye, aye, 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. Can't listen to that. Don't do favour.

Well, how could you call it a favour? Oh, is he, is he arguing with somebody? No, you are. Really shouting. No, you. Yeah. I'd rather be that than a big, stupid. I don't care.

I don't, no. Fine, fine, fine. We must relax. I love to relax. I really do think it could be one of my face. favourite pastimes. I truly do. Right. Not that I don't believe you, but... But what?

But I don't believe you. In the spirit of embracing relaxation, we should have a little holiday, shouldn't we? Like abroad? I want you to get better on Marianas, expertly chosen the island of Micanos in Greece. Excellent work. Pack your things. See you in the morning. Good night. Part two of five of the Greek interpreter. This episode contains... Probably the most violence I have ever recorded on Mike.

So let that be a warning to you. Not a bird view. No. Oh, is there anything better than a bright blue sea like that? No, nothing. Ah, nothing. Exactly. Well, here we go.

Clear and blue seas are a marker of low biological activity, less plankton in the seas, for example. And the sun is able to penetrate deeper and give that light a blue. Okay, fine. Is there anything better looking than a bright blue sea? Well, if you turn towards this side of the balcony,

you'll see the 16th century windmills. I mean, they're not bad. That whole town down there looks really beautiful. Yeah. Oh, wow, there's live music down there. Thanks, guys. Hmm? I really...

Like, I know I probably would have never planned something like this to rest. It's not even about rest. It's about processing exactly what happened to me, to us, to everything. Even at the funeral of a man I killed, I couldn't feel anything. Now I think just having this time here with best friends in the sunshine to reflect, to understand that... Hello? Yes.

Fine. Bye-bye. just need to run a quick errand. Who was that? An errand? In Miconos. Yes. I mean, I can come if you want. Good. I may need an extra pair of hands. Mariana, do you want to... Do I look like I want to?

I don't know. You're just lounging in the evening sun with a glass of... Oh yeah, no, I see what you're saying. All right, Shelds, I'm going to pick up some Greeky beers to Avanti. That's Italian. Stelios Janacopoulos. What? Greek. Footballer. Used to play for Bolton.

Watson. Yeah. Party town, isn't it? Well, it's a party island. So it would seem. Look all those yachts, big fellas, that's serious money, isn't it? I mean, I knew the second we got those cocktails when we arrived, that was the same price as my weekly food shop. Yes, you've mentioned that three times, sir.

Just pointing out, but hey, we work hard, we can play hard, well, lounge hard, I suppose. Do you reckon these yachts just... Pull up, chuck the anchor down, go into the beach bars for a few drinks and then have a night out. Yes, I believe that's exactly what they do. Wild, another world, in it? Hmm? Another world, the Uber Rich, the yacht club.

Um, yes, I suppose. Or no. Whatever answer you want me to give. What's wrong with you? Nothing. Who called you earlier? Poseidon. Poseidon.

Greek god of the sea. He called, did he does his phone work down there? Or did he have to pop into one of the hotels around here? Our errand is almost complete, Watson. Come. That's the sea? Yes. Our errand is the sea? There. That yacht. Poseidon. We must board it. Why, is it yours? No. Is it mine? No. Right, great. Okay, I'll just check in my flow chart here. If no to both of those, then yeah, yeah, yeah. Don't board the yacht.

You said you wanted to come along for the errand? Sherlock, I thought we were picking up milk and eggs, not commandeering a sea vessel. We're not doing that. Why on earth would I want to do that? Here... Oh, you can't just take a dinghy from the beach. Someone's put that there. And we will put it back. It won't be long. Just a quick errand. Then back to relaxation.

Do I have sunstroke or something? It's a promise, John. I promise you. Okay. Is this important? Yes. Right. It's just, what, a quick, a quick hello or something. Of sorts, yes.

Look at the size of these things. Look at that one. That's like, what, twice? Three times the size of our flat. I should expect so. This one, the Provident, genuinely double the size of the house I grew up in. Can you row as well or... No.

No. Injury, the doctor said. Which doctor would that be? Yourself? Or your friend, Stamford. Oh, ho! Look at this titanium bastard. Carbon fibre.

Looks like a Formula One car of the seas. Okay. Right. Just approaching Poseidon now. Yo, Christ, it's got like a speedboat literally docked with it. Which, which Thunderbird? Was it? It had like a boat in it. It's a big green fella. I don't know what you're talking about.

But if you could just lower your voice a little. That's only seven o'clock. Yes. But I'd rather show some respect. Okay. Okay. Let me just... I have no more line here. If you could step aboard. Want a Poseidon? Yes, please.

Okay, okay. This is huge. It's got like a chakusie up there. Come on. Yes, very nice. You know I said I'd return the dinghy. Yeah. I probably won't. I hope that's okay and you don't think less of me. Sorry, why not? Because she's floating away.

Oh, Sherlock! It's quite all right. We'll take the speedboat back. If you'd like to just rest yourself, just in here. In the speedboat? Yes, someone will take us back, I'm sure. You don't want me to come in? No problem at all. Two ticks. Shut. Oh, God. Well, I mean there's worse views.

As errands go, sitting in a cushy speedboat tied to his... yacht looking at that. Wow. Wow. Only a three-seater this thing. Not the yacht. That's probably a bloody 200-seater or something. This nifty speedboat. I mean, one of the things about being late is Sherlock. There's always these contacts that are just alien to me. Oh no, this is Reginald Muzzgrave. He has a castle. Oh, this is forgotten the priory school guy, but oh let's go help This is Lord's whatever. This is the right honourable... Oh, hello there, darling. Ever so sorry. No problem. Nice yacht.

Isn't it just? You should see the inside. I'd love to. Ah, no time. My friend and I, come on you. Oh, hi. You're all right? You okay. Oh, he just needs to lift back to the island. If we can just... Okay, okay. Okay. In the back

And I'll take the wheel If that's all right with you John How do you? Oh, I just do I just do And Ah, ah Whoa, whoa, wait, wait

Wait! No, no, no, no Sherlock, my friend, Sherlock is in there Why, it's all right We're going to meet him for drinks in a tick Only a three-seater Best be safe Gee, does it have seatbelts?

No idea Hold this What does that do? Stopped you from falling out Because I just need to... Oh Jesus! Ah! The airlines around here are a real bloody mess, honestly.

Please stop. You're right back there, Mikhail? Fuck you're... Glad to hear it. The beach, you're going the wrong way. I just need to get us into an absolutely beautiful bay up here. Eversocial cleaned. Oh, hold this.

No, no, no. Are you okay, Mikhail? See what I mean? Wouldn't you just love to slip into your trunks? Have a paddle and little BBQ right here. Come on. Chop, chop. You too, John. I am...

Sorry, I don't know what's going on. I have a chest injury. Yes, bullet wound. They'll have raw, high enzyme, dark honeies in the town. Petrov sells them. Big fellow. Got one hand. But two wives.

True story. Anyway, the high osmotic pressure of the honeycombs, dehydrates bacteria. A few dollops of that will be dickety-boo. Go on Miguel. Let's hop to it, shall we? Sorry, I'm going to try Sherlock again. Of course. Inform him of the honey. He'll now. Produces low-level hydrogen peroxide. That's what you want. Ah. Tart. Tart. Not as secluded as we would have hoped.

Who is... Sorry, who is that? Those are... Friends of Mikhail's. Tell you what, if you just crouched down here behind this boat, lovely, thank you. Here? Yes. Just want a quick chat. Hello?

Hello there. Put him down. He's not being held up, my good man. Could we pass through? Mikhail is needed elsewhere. We're? The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. How about...

Your hand... Holy! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, damn shame. Seemed a fine, chap. I rather like the eyebrows, and the little tuft of the receding hair line.

Quite darling, really, but... Right, Mikhail. Oh, they have a car, marvellous. Ever so sorry, John. Jesus! This must be very harrowing. Given all that you've been through. A pop or two?

I can imagine it may feel rather cathartic. No, I do not want a bloody pop, you idiot. I under... I understand. Bastard. I understand. The car is driverless. Not in the technological sense,

but in the driver is... I think he's that one there. He won't be using it, will he? We can take it onwards from here. Can't be jenis. I'm the problem. I can't carry you. I'm disabling you, actually, mate.

Well, let me just shred up the beach. Into the car. You continue doing that if you wish. Come, Mikhail. You're a murderer. Just following orders. Here we are. You that side.

Hey, hey, hey. Michael in the back. Jesus and Christ, what the hell is going on? I don't know. Right, oh, let's start her up. Lovely. Oh, Mikhail, I forgot to ask, Do you have any information on Harold Latimer?

I do not. Utterly useless, aren't you? Okay, gents. Seat belts on. What are you doing? My job, doctor. What is that? Kidnapping?

Well, I suppose they can be seen as a key responsibility within the role from time to time. Not measures in any KPI sense you understand, but deliverables, such as Mikhail here, they really are becoming more prevalent in my position. Hey, you know, I'm not bloody complaining old boy, no chuffing way, not with AI on the horizon. Crikey. I don't think my job calls for it, really. Quite hands-on in that sense. Yes, I figured that one out, thank you.

I'm just going to suggest you pop your head down a touch because... Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh, look at this, for goodness sake! What is it? Is it police? No! Darth Buggar has his fog lights on. Won't see much of that in the Greek island, sir! Oh dearie, Mikhail, did he get you? John, could you do me a favour? Just a quick one?

No, absolutely not. Could you do Mikhail a favour then? He's just been shot in the back. Head down, please, Mikhail. Let's learn the lessons JFK kindly gave us, shall we? Oh, my God! Okay, okay, okay, okay, Mikhail, I'm just going to feel for where you've been hit me. Ah, up, up, up, up, up.

It's important you give your consent, Mikhail. It's your body after all. Can you shut up? Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Okay, okay, right. It's just a ricochet of the glass. There's no bullet wound. Tremendous. Hold tight, gents. There we go. Down this little street here. Oh, delightful market.

Jesus Christ. Ever so sorry. Don't mind us. Oh, God. Padagalo! Paragaloo! Please, please, please. Stop the car. Please. Bloody good point, old boy. Oh, yesas, filippo.

Yes,o. Can I get a punitive of those? Cornelius cherries, right? Beautiful. Look at the colours, John. Look at them. Yeah, mm-hmm. Three euros? Here's five. Thank you, sir. If I'm so funny. You're fine news, I tell you. Oh, they just burst in your mouth, honestly.

Who are you? And what do you want with us? Rikey. I haven't even introed myself. Goodness me. I... Ah, bastard got the wing mirror. Seven years, bad luck for him, I suppose. Oh, make that 14. Is it bad luck for him or bad luck for me? I'd say it's bad luck for everybody right now.

I studied PPE in Oxford, you know? Yeah, of course you fucking did. And we often talked about fortune. Is it weighted or does it work in isolation? Is one man's... Whoops! One man's misfortune, immediately another's good fortune. That's all wrapped up in game.

Very semantics, of course, but... Oh, can you please look at the road? Certainly! Ah, yes! Give it some wellie up here, old boy! Here we go! Yes! Up over this little crest in the hill!

Actually, I think you'll find that was rather a formidable crest in the hill. What? You said it was little? I did not say it was little. You said something. I said, ah! I did not say it was a little crest. I wouldn't even...

Ah, here we go. Evening. Do you have him? I do. Right. You? Off we go. No, no, no, no, no.

I'm not getting in there. No, I can't imagine you are. This ride is for a rather portly, Belarusian billionaire. There we go, Miguel. Come on. In we go. Fuck you.

Isn't Belorussian a beautiful language? I said, fuck! Ah, there he goes. Wave? No. As you wish. Right, oh, John Boy, me thinks a couple of the island's finest agronies. They call us, do they not?

Like sirens beckoning us to the rocks. But it is not us who shall be on the rocks, but them. Hey, do you man. John? No. The diogenes is this way. I don't care. Whoever you are, just leave me alone, okay?

Jesus Christ. Oh, what's going on? What the hell is going on? What is Kelly Clarkson with Wayfair? Ever order furniture online and wonder what if, like, what if it doesn't hold up? That sofa was four days old. You should have ordered from Wayfair. With Wayfair, there's no what-air.

Just style you love and quality you can trust. Visit Wayfair.ca. Wayfair, every style, every home. Sherlock. It's me again. I'm back at the hotel. I'm a bit frazzled. Mate, I need to know what's going on.

Yeah, I'll see you in a bit. Hello, John. Where have you been? Where have I been? Where have I been? Sightseeing. Um, sightseeing, sighting. Yeah, well, I caught a few sights, yeah, ones that will be burned into my brain for the rest of my life. Glad to hear it. Stunning Ireland, wouldn't you agree?

You. What? You, what the hell was that? You forgot to pick up beer. Don't worry, we have some through here. Who is? It's the Cornelian cherry that they grow here. Oh my God. Oh, it's so good.

Poor soils, high sun, so you get those. defensive compounds, those phytonutrients. Now the actual nutrient profile, Vids C heavy potassium, that's the tartness you're getting. Mm, mm, mm, totally. John, this is... What the actual... Ah, John, you must try a cornice mass. Cornelian cherry, it'll oxidate your stress. It'll... Oxidate your stress. It'll oxidate your stress. It'll oxidate my stress.

You hear that, everybody, this little thing here will oxidate my stress. Open wide, here comes the speed boat. Get to... How about you, oxidate yourself out of my hotel room? How about that, mate? John. Goodness.

Why are you doing this? Terribly cruel. This man just committed murder. Multiple times, in front of my eyes. Mariana and I are just murdering a few pesky toxins. Thanks to the cold-pressed Cornelius. Get the cherries out of my face. Oh.

Yeah. Oh. Time for you to leave. Mariana, call the Greek police. The Greek police. Yes, call them. I'm sure you speak Greeks. I just...

Call the police on Sherlock's brother? Yes, call the... What? John, this is my brother, Microft. This... It... ah... Hmm... Sorry, whose brother again? Mine.

You didn't... um, you... you never... No, I didn't. Sorry... Why? Why didn't... I was thinking about this on the flight. the flight, turning it over in my mind, needing it into some salient dough of understanding, and I have decided to coin a new psychological term of deferred disclosure syndrome. Very good. Sherlock, can we just...

Because I thought to myself, is there a word for having not mentioned something a long time ago for relatively small social discomfort, but by having not mentioned it, it remains so, it remains unmentioned for months and years, and the once tiny act of omission swells into a grotesque and wieldy mass of anxiety and dread, that now one must absolutely not mention at all, because of the scale of what it has become simply by never becoming in the first moment. Ah, Sherlock. Sorry, I've found it all rather distressing. Distressing? Yes.

I'm sorry to hear that. Oh, me too. John? No. No, this is not distressing. No, what he did to me this evening, that was distressing. Well, if it makes you feel better, I had to stay aboard the Poseidon and hold Mikhail's collaborators at gunpoint until I was informed he was with the British Secret Intelligence Service and it was safe for me to escape. Had to... What...

What are we doing? Nobody had to do any of those things. Yes, he did. I'm not talking to you. He owes me a favour. Ode. It has been repaid, has it not? In part.

No, Mycroft. You asked me for the favour, I fulfilled it. Your story is missing its opening chapter, dear boy. Oh, shush. The part where I delivered your Faraday bag. Yes, you brought it to me. Then you asked for repayment in kind, and I provided it. Almost.

I knew you'd do this. you still indulged? Is that kindness, ignorance or stupidity on your part? Ah, it's arrogance and selfishness on yours. Yet another stain on your character. I'd rather have a stain on my character than a cherry stain on my teeth. Oh, for goodness shake. So gullible. Damn it, Mycroft. Don't call her.

Why shouldn't I? Because she doesn't want to hear from you. No, she doesn't want to hear from you. Quite right. The main reason why I don't call. Guys... Does she know you're a spy? Hmm? Of course she does. Does she know you're a detective? Guys.

She knows everything. Like, that you killed that Moran fellow. He killed him. He tried to kill me. Guys. You kill people all the time, Mycroft. In defence of myself and the crown, Sherlock. Yes, well, the crown wanted to knight me.

And mummy wanted to give me Elmgrove. How dare you? She did. No, she didn't. Yes, she did. Because you're the eldest boy. Because I'm going to. The favourite boy.

Hands. Off the face. You, that's so bloody vein. If you'd half a could be,

you'd be too. Hey, are you okay? Um, I, I think so. That's good? Is it?

I mean, is it good to be okay after you've seen a very tall, handsome posh man, shoot some people in Greece, all the while recovering from being shot yourself, all the while trying to understand why you didn't know your best friend had a brother. I don't even know anymore. Me neither.

No, is this? What are you doing? Oh, um, exfoliating. Trying to get that Mike Croft home soft sheen, are you? I am now. All right, what's you got you're using? Pumice. Pumice. What's that?

Oh, it's an exfoliating sponge from volcanic grass. Good Lord. Are you still arguing? Um, yeah, it looks that way. A great soundproof balcony doors. I know, right? They seem quite animated. Mm-hmm.

They do look really similar from this angle. Yeah. He's like if you forced Sherlock into a strict workout routine for like two years. And fixed his posture. Yeah, and did his hair with... A fantastic smelling product. Yes. Oh my God. Doesn't he smell amazing? So good. I mean, I didn't really appreciate the whole kidnapping thing, but it's, you know, it's kind of musky, but with also, you know, like a light kind of citrus quality.

Great skin. Amazing skin. Oh, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. They're coming this way. Hello. Hi, how's your brother? I would like to apologise for not mentioning him until this point, and I would like to make it up to you. you by bringing you along to the Diogenes Club tomorrow. Does he have a gun pointed at your back?

I do not, currently. No, why? Because you are talking as if he does. Sherlock, it's okay, we don't have to go to that place if you don't want to. Oh, please. No. I want to. It's my favourite place.

Well, now I'm curious. Please don't be. I think. Yeah, I think you should make it up to us. So yeah, let's go to this Diogenes place tomorrow. Oh, it's so nice of you, Sherlock. For goodness sake. Wow, wow, okay, okay, this is better than the quiet room. Yeah, sorry, why was nobody speaking in that room?

In essence, it's a meditative practice. Hmm, yes. Do the whiskey cocktails aid their deep meditation? That's very immature. You're welcome, Sherlock. That pool you're swimming in has a Dead Sea base water. Magnesium, calcium, bromides, feel the softness on your skin.

I feel nothing but the urge to punch you. The jacuzzi however, they opted for an Icelandic Spring profile for collagen support. Hair loss, etc. Sorry, this is dead sea water in this pool.

In part. There's also a green tea antioxidant ultra-filtered infusion. Oh come on. I'm telling you, John. And what, you can actually feel that? Can you? Because I tell you what, Minecraft. It looks a lot like just water to me, eh? Oh my lord, that is so good. Oh my skin. Oh my god. Feel how soft that is? Oh good second. Oh, we're just going to put the mic on the side there. You seem to like it, John. Oh, yes, definitely. Good.

because I have just enrolled you all as members. Seriously? Absolutely. John, you fine, man, you... You are absolutely bang on the money. I dropped you into a rather tricky spot, and the Diogenes Club is how I atone for my recklessness. Right, wow.

Well, thank you. I don't know how often I'll be popping out to the Greek islands, but... Oh, they're everywhere. The Diogenes? Oh, yes. Absolutely. Wow, okay. In London? Very much so.

Just what Diogenes of Simoki would have wanted, an exclusive chain members club. Great. Thank you. Yeah, I suppose I have to ask. Oh, Mikhail, yes, a rather bothersome, brutish billionaire. Lots of crime, cash and all the trimmings that come with that, and men of his tastes. I was tasked by my employer to get him back to Blighty. Put it that way. Right.

Right. Can I ask what you do? No. Cool. Cool. Is, Mikhail and those other guys? Baddies. Baddies.

I don't know the words, do I? The baddest of baddies, John. I promise. That's reassuring. Oh, the temperature in here too, it's just. They do great water climate zoning here. That's key for absorption. Yeah, no kidding.

Wow, this is just... Oh, man, Sherlock, you were so wrong, mate. This is the best club resort, whatever it is, ever. Hey, did you just smash me? Me? No, not at all. I was merely practicing my front crawl, all the while,

microdosing your facial pores with stupid geothermal aquifer spray nonsense for vain idiots. He doesn't seem to like it here. No, of course not. I mean, we talked about getting rest and relaxation. This is exactly that. Yes, well, I don't think he believes in such a thing. For all our genetic similarities, Sherlock and I,

They are very, very different people. Long-term relationship, yes, but he's unemployed. She believes him to be a high earner. Wrong. I'm right. Use your eyes. I am using my eyes. Phone on the table, but look at the crease profile on his shorts. Phone in his pocket, two, two phones.

I can count. He has a job. One work, one work. There's repair work on his glasses and his hair dye is melting in the Greek sun. I think a similar thing happened to Icarus. Can he afford better? No, he can't, because he's financially impaired. I merely pointed out that he was employed.

I said nothing of his bank balance. Besides, you've played into my hand. I have done no such thing. Okay, drinks. Um, as I observed, it's not a long-term relationship in a conventional sense. How so? Show your workings or it doesn't count. They've been together for a while. Exactly what I said.

Yes, but they have also been separated in between. Unlikely. Likely, actually. Guys, guys, sorry, the barman wants to know your order. Their familiarity. The way their fingers interlock her photo background on her phone. Yes, all long-term indicators. But look at the level of grooming.

She sat to his left when he clearly has hearing difficulties on that side. Yet, he doesn't want to make her aware of that. He's probing a scar of hers. Earlier he asked how it happened, meaning it occurred in the time apart. And now... Ready? Ready what? Her phone is ringing.

No. Another man? Another man, yes. But not how you'd think. Who is it? Their son. How do you know? Because he just got the same miss call.

See him checking? They haven't told him they're back together. Correct. They can't answer because he'll know that not one of his parents, but both are in fact in Micanos. In Micanos canoodling at the bar of the Diogenes Club, into locking fingers, stroking one another's thinning hair, and fumbling into old sexually familiar routines. Yes, all right, thank you. A rather rushed summation, I feel.

It's not about how you feel, it's about what you see. Now, I get why you couldn't crack the manor house case I saw pop up last week. Clearly out of your depth. Wrong, I solved it. Wait, wait, wait, wait. We didn't have a manor house client. We didn't need to. I solved it from the details that were available to me. No, you didn't. It was Adams.

Ha, I guess. An exact determination, actually? Fine. These two men coming towards us. Can we please... Oh, dear brother, a tad vague. You do mean the computer programmer and his chum. Ah, software engineer, I'd say,

seeing as this is a high-end resort, old chap. What do you make of the other? The chum. Are we saying he's, what, a coder because... posture? I guess. Yeah, I don't see much. Charles that...

Archaeologist. Ever so sad, though. Wouldn't you agree? Very much so. A widower, and having a child to raise. Children, my dear boy. Children. Hold on, hold the hell on. What? How is that bloke an archaeologist?

How is he not, Watson? These are your colleagues in detection. I know. Goodness me. Sorry, bow. How? Come on. Consistent abrasions on his fingers, cargo trousers in a high-end beach resort, but when you look at the wearing on the knees, the multiple soil traces, not just in his fingernails,

but on his very, very tan forearms, a few dust collections in his hair. He also has a canvas field bag, all of which means he is working nearby. This is grease, after all. He is talking with his hands. Looks like he's indicating some kind of trench, cut in the earth, perhaps.

He has twice gripped and examined the polished volcanic stone on the bar, so geology is at least an area of interest. But how... How is he a widower with children? Wedding band removed. Yeah. Divorce or work? Both valid, but not on this instance.

What's around his neck? A silver chain. With? Ah, his wedding band. Would be a rather amicable divorce, wouldn't you say, for such reverential preservation of the wedding band? And children, well, he's working away from home, that we know. But he checks the phone rather vigorously.

The archaeological field is not really known as an urgent line of work Must be a grandparent or childminder in text conversation with him On his keys there's a gogly-eyed monster truck key ring that says Daniel Yeah Ah but his canvas field bag has the initials PJ So Daniel is most likely his boy And traces of the girl you can see wrapped around his watch Princess Hairband

Indeed Another drink here, please, mate. Does he pay you for recording? No. But John's not even here, and he's made you take the mic and record our conversation. That's because it finds its way into potential cases. Ah, so you're after a case. Yes, and I got one last night, thank you very much.

Hardly a case. Well, I didn't get to see much of it. Just held some people hostage on a boat until you told me. otherwise, John got to witness the main event. I appreciate the favour. As you should. And I appreciate what you did in Chiswick. As you should.

This outs you, you know? Outs me, does it indeed. That you're a spy? If I feel compromised Sherlock, then I shall delete it. He'd sooner die than lose his podcast. He very nearly did. Mm-hmm. And he's recovering well.

Well enough. And you? Mind is a little quiet. Yes. I forget you're not too fun of that. I am her, and you are him in that respect. An accurate observation, at last. Oh, perhaps it's why I find mum so exhausting.

She's just another Sherlock Holmes. That's a joke. Little one. I know. I like your friends. Hmm, and they like you, I fear. What's to fear about that, exactly? You're never around, when needed.

Yet, you called me for a favour. I can deduce simply by the tick and talk of world events at what times my brother will be contactable, at what times he will be home. Yes, well, the job has always come first. Indeed. And the gym is second, is it? Where do the various social clubs, exclusive members, bars and parties rank exactly, Big Brother?

So what is it, little one? Am I a workaholic? Or a lazy son worshipper? I am merely making observations. And I have made one in you. Which is what, exactly? That your work means as much to you as mine does to me. And I can prove it to you.

How so? By presenting you with one, right here in Micaham. You cannot solve it yourself? I cannot. Ah, there go the eyes. Dancing in the orange dusk at the mere head. That there may be a problem. A problem that needs solving.

Tell me. Mr. Melas, a Greek interpreter. Ancient Greek, really. He stumbled across something rather remarkable. What exactly did he stumble across? He'll tell you himself. Mycroft. I'll bring him by tomorrow.

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