Sherlock & Co. - The Hound of the Baskervilles - Part Four

Episode Date: October 14, 2025

BASKERVILLE HALL - We arrived in Dartmoor and the chilling chasm that was Baskerville Hall. It was time to begin our work, firstly with Frank and then Rosemary Barrymore. The Housekeeper and the Underkeeper... But our first night began with an ill-judged trek through Grimpen Mire. Part 4 of 10 This episode contains swearing, references to distressing themes, dread, haunting scenes, animal cruelty, severe animal suffering and death, references to killing of young women and death. Listener discretion is advised. 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 2025. 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 Omari Douglas as Dr. Jamie Mortimer Marc Rico Ludwig as Henry Baskerville Dominic Sandbrook as Frank Barrymore Lauren Ingram as Rosemary Barrymore Additional Voices: Joel Emery Adam Jarrell 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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Oh, what am I supposed to be looking at? Because I couldn't... Don't move. Old man dead. Some hellhound stalking the land. A shoe taken and a cat missing. Creepy beard guy sneaking into showers. I mean, come on.

Where are you going? We have Stephen Seldon on the loose. See? Look. I have seen it, Mariana. Then fix it. Well, all right. Let's calm down.

I have to think. You are not luminous, Watson. Lovely. Thank you. But you are a conductor of light. A conductor of light. But you are a conductor of light. A conductor of light. John?

John? Barry. John? Ah! Where is it? Where is what? You know what? Your gun?

Our gun. You wish to use it? I wish. I wasn't going by myself. You're not going by yourself, you're going with Mariana. Do you know what I mean? Where is the gun? You feel you need it, do you? Oh, with the monsters and the murderers? Yeah, I do, mate.

It has been taken. What? When? I can only wish you luck. I wish I felt better in my mind about it. About what? About sending you. It's an ugly business, Watson. An ugly, dangerous business.

And the more I see of it, The less I like it. I shall be very glad to have you back safe and sound in Baker Street once more. Good God almighty. Shh, shh, shh. Wait, it's coming from us.

It's coming, it's coming. Okay, platform to... Oh, this way. Yep, yep. Ticket machine. Uh, thank you. You're eager. I'm not either. I'm late.

You're not late. That's the train, there. You know what would happen if you were late? There wouldn't be a train. Okay, fine. I'm later than I would like to be. Here we are. Yeah, after you. Thank you.

Oh, last time it was just you and I on a train. Do you remember? Uh, no. Sign of four. Oh, yeah, of course. India. Yep. Although it turns out Sherlock actually was on the train, he just didn't tell us. Good point. Oh, wow. Is that, is that Henry? What? Wow. Really?

What? What? He's handsome. Well, I don't know if he's... Wow, handsome, is he? Well, if I said well, then he's wow handsome. Great, good to know. There they are. How you doing, guys? Yeah, good, good.

This is Mariana, Henry, Mariana, Marianna, Henry. Hi, Mariana. Are you guys all set for, well, you know, big, creepy, Gothic manor in the remote wilderness? Oh, yeah, sure, can't wait. Spooky. Hello, listeners. I feel like I've been ignoring you a bit, and I don't mean to, just a bit of a head scratcher going on here, I'm sure you'd agree.

Oh, what, me? Just rocketing my way through Wiltshire on. this train to Totnes in South Devon. Just spotted the Wilton Windmill doing its thing. And also just spotted a little sports club that says established in Wiltshire in 1989. You know what else was established in Wiltshire in 1989, don't you? That's right. John H. Watson. So, if you are under the age of 20, please don't message me to let me know how old I am. Speaking of corresponding with you lot, seeing as Mariana has her headphones in, Hmm? What? Nothing. Jamie is rediscovering the concept of sleep, and Henry seems to be emailing pretty vigorously.

I'm catching up on lost time. Sorry, I didn't think you could hear me. I'm working, you're working, jobs come in all shapes and sizes. Ah, yeah, that's true, I suppose. Do you want to shout out, Henry? A shout out? Yeah. Yeah, sure. I'll take a shout out. Well, shout out to Henry Baskerville from Toronto.

So, he's, how old? 33. He's 33 and likes the Blue Jays. And apparently he hates his laptop keyboard. Anyway, real shout-outs now, and this one gives me real pleasure. Shout out to fellow Swindonian Dylan. Maybe you can see me out there somewhere in Wiltshire, Dylan. I'll wave.

There you go. Congrats on starting your A-levels. I hope that's all going well. No congratulations at all, however, for supporting Huddersfield Town instead of Swindon Town. That's naughty behaviour. A big shout out to Barbara and Rita in China and spriening in Fugian, China as well. In China?

Oh yeah. Well, people listen to you guys solving crimes and stuff. They listen in China? They listen worldwide, my friend. That is so cool. Any Canadians on there? Well, let me consult the list, which is just my emails, to be honest. Waterloo, Ontario.

Yeah, I know Waterloo. Oh, Brian in Waterloo, Ontario. It's quite old this one. Hey, Brian. There you go. Right. Off to India now. Happy late birthday to Aradana. Happy 17th birthday. Shout out to Sage and Burton in Baltimore, Maryland. Shout out to Ira and their cat Sherman. No location for that one? Nope.

Man, you're fully distracted from your work now, aren't you? Totally invested in your shoutouts now, yep. Uh, hello there to Felicity in Kent. Happy 24th to Kai Santiago in Connecticut. Happy 24th, Kai. That is really cool. You're a big fan of the shoutouts. I'm impressed. I had no idea. Yeah, we're proud of it.

You know, our community, it's our listeners. They get dragged through some pretty grim stuff every now and again, so they deserve a shout out here and there. They're not going to be disappointed that their favorite detective sat this one out. Are you disappointed? I guess it's confusing as all. Yeah. Yeah.

I will not bias your mind by suggesting theories or suspicions, Watson. I wish you simply to report facts in the fullest possible manner to me. leave me to do the theorising. Conduct the light. Conduct the light. His mind works in mysterious ways. I see that. And Watson,

never let Henry Baskerville out of your sight. His life depends on your protection. You know, Uh, last time I went down to Dartmoor with him. Actually, on this train line, he was able to determine the speed we were going based off the telegraph poles outside. How the hell did he do that? No idea. Great landscape.

Look at those hills. What, that one? Yeah. That's Giant's Grave. What now? Giant's Grave, outside Pusey, I think. It's a long. Barrow, burial mound?

A burial mound? Yeah. Giants grave. That's so cool. Thousands of years old. When is it like that people stopped believing in all that? Giants. Yeah, the mystical, the fantastical.

When did we just decide it was entertainment and fiction? Your predecessors would. disagree? I've read the accounts. A bit of like reading, yeah? Yeah. Not quite. Does it bother you?

Like, in a creepy kind of way? Like in, uh, there's an evil giant hound that likes the taste of Baskerville's kind of way? Well, what is it? Hmm? Well, it's possibly a gigantic canine that could, in theory. No, no, no. Giant's grave. What is it?

Oh, yeah, it's a burial mound. For a giant? No, just for long-dead Neolithic people, a community burial site. I remember my local history class well enough. Well, there you have it. Have what, exactly? an explanation behind the mythology because that's what we're all looking for, right?

The green hills of Wiltshire and Somerset soon bleached into the granite rocks, blooms of bog moss, bronzing bracken, mottled bramble, the blaze of upland heather fighting fierce shards of gorse upon the grassland. I recognised the uneasy chill that Dartmoor welcomed me with over a year ago. I was back, and the sight of the black standing stone that was Baskerville Hall whittled that unease into a cold splint of dread. And what of your company? Not even our Henry was at home within the grounds of that sinister old manner. Did you observe him?

I did. What did you see? Fear. Oh, this place is something. It's... I mean, it's vast. Yeah, there must be a hundred rooms in there. Your uncle utilised very little of it come the end. Just those two rooms at the end of that wing.

I thought it was going to be like going back to an old school and seeing how small it was, but this place, the only thing that feels small is me. Well, come on, Sherlock says we should talk with the Barrymore's. The Barrymore's? Frank and Rosemary. Okay. And they tend to the house? Rosemary does.

And Frank? He's the underkeeper. Get it on! Get on! Over! That's Frank, yeah? It is. Quite the beard.

I thought exactly. Holy shit. What? What's he doing with that bird? Hello, Frank. Doctor. It's not the shot, but the fall I usually gets them. Shoot them too low, you have to ring their necks.

I see that. It's only fair. What's this then, Jamie? Hunting party from Kensington, is it? No. So actually, this is Henry. Well, fuck me. Get the gloves off of this one.

Good to meet you. You ain't meeting anybody, lad, said for the dogs. Last time I saw you, you was crying in your own pits. Drawing up in the half. Rosemary fluffing up fresh dry sheets. Whoa! Thatcher! Why was I, uh, in my own, um, did I...

Piss the bad, mm-ho. We're all littlers once, eh? Your mother said you had night terrors. I didn't know that. I guess this place is yours now, then? Um, that's, uh, yeah, I'm figuring all that out. Oh, good look with it. Rosemary's your staff.

And not you, Frank. I'm the underkeeper. Right. What does that mean? Means I work for the local gamekeeper, not the Basqueville estate. But you live at the hall. Mm-hmm. And you found Sir Charles?

What was early on the driveway? What do you do? He's a doctor. And you? I'm an estate agent. Well, good luckless to that place. Townshend shabby, they calls it round here. Only thing of value is old man's bows collection.

Get on! I better go easy on my uncle's whiskey tonight, or I'll be back in front of the hearth. Hey, Frank? Yes, that's right. You're a good shot. There's a big job. Well, that Notting Hill murderer,

I better hope he doesn't come around this way. Because you... you could shoot him, I meant. Frank, uh, is Rosemary around at all? Not seen her all day. She know you like coming. She should, yeah? Kitchen then. Lovely, thank you.

Thank you. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I'm going to be. I don't know. And it's right this way. I think the first thing on the to-do list,

make it brighter in here. Add some lights or something. And maybe take a duster to that ceiling. If I can reach it, jeez. Oh, yeah, that is a high entryway. Man alive, how do people think these places were ever homely? I feel like I'm in a cathedral. Kitchen. Here.

Rosemary? Oh, bleak, you frighten the life out of me. Oh, so sorry, Rosemary, sorry, sorry, sorry. Knock, all right? Of course, yeah. Let me help. Sorry, I've spalled dinner, prayer. No, no, these are, these are, I'm storing these tupperwares in the fridge for lunches, not for the guests, understand?

They're over there, Rosemary. Hmm? There. Oh, look at this. Who is this big, burly man? Oh, my word, look at your face. You must be Rosemary. You don't have a bloody clue who I am, do you?

Oh, lovely little boy. Don't you look like your father? The eyebrows. God, yeah. The eyes? The shin. Who's this then? More Canadians?

No, this is John, and this is Mariana. Hi, Rosemary. Hello. Are you staying with us? Uh, for a bit, yeah. I'll find a room. Ooh, looks like plenty to choose from. Not really. Mold and woodworm for most.

You'll want a fresh one. Some haven't been touched for going on 80 years. Right. Will I get one of those big Gothic four-poster beds? Selfish little fucking bastard. Sorry? That, Frank, didn't take your bags. Ah, no, no, no, no, it's okay.

I'll go tell him. It's fine, don't worry. What do you think for dinner, Rosemary? That's not my job. Oh, okay. You should try the local pub. Great? Perfect, yeah.

I won't be joining. I've got to head back. Oh, you sure, Jamie? Yeah. Got lots of stuff to sort out, Sam. Frank will give you a left. No, it's fine. Don't worry, I'll walk.

I'll ball you mean. I'll be fine. Okay, mate. We'll catch up tomorrow or a couple of days. Sounds good. Any questions? I'm in the cottage as you come out and turn right. I'll see you soon. I'll call you or message you. Good luck with that. Oh man, yeah. There's no... I got no service.

Uh, oh. Yeah, me neither. Welcome to deepest, darkest, Dartmoor. Oh, oh man. Oh wow, that is dusty. Um, yeah, well, welcome to our room, listeners. We've definitely done worse, you lot and I. This is very, very grand, the four-poster, like I said. Lots of dark wood, high ceilings, red velvet in places, a, well, yeah, portrait, uh, of a woman. Also dusty, not like a name, dusty, it's not a dusty Springfield poster. but it's Beatricia Baskerville. Beatricia, wow, 1799 to 1827. I wonder what happened to her. No, you can't look her up, John, because no internet.

Wonderful. Well, the sun is just shooting off now over the horizon. A few rocky outcrops and tree lines just. striking a silhouetted pose in the flattering lighting. We're going to head out there for a little stroll shortly. Lots of sitting down today, as you can imagine. It's, um... Hey.

Hey, really starting to look like autumn out there now. Yeah. You okay? You never heard from me, Sherlock, because of the internet situation. That I gathered. I didn't know who at the time, but there was, once again, someone following. Wasn't there? There's someone out there.

Indeed. No. Your follower? The man on the moor. The man on the moor. ...he... ...their... ...their... She's literally...

It tickles. Oh, she's literally eating out of my hand. This is so amazing. I got a new favorite animal, the Dartmoor pony. Right? I mean, they're so dinky and sweet. Oh, look at this little blonde guy. You talking about the pony or...

Sorry? Nah, nothing. We're just joking. Okay, this, they have a map on here. So, okay, we're at the bottom of this road. And pub is... Okay, so for the pub, we'll have to basically walk a lot... Are you listening, or are you playing around with the ponies? Can it be above?

Okay, we walk along to the river, then at the bridge, we join that road, and then it's straight along there. Although it is still light, so we could... Cut across. Bang over that way. Done. Does that sound good? You got a shortcut?

I mean, yeah, I'd say so. I think we walk back along the roads tonight, though. We'll see if the pub can get us a cab. But basically, other side of this wall, you've got this grassland that takes us right to the Rugglestone in. Perfect. Yeah, sounds good. Yeah, but I remember this one time we got locked,

my dad and I, and then my uncle had to come looking for us. And they said it was the pixies. They said we'd been pixie led. Uh, pixie led. Yeah, and that's, uh, the pixies are these little, annoying little kind of brats, apparently, and they lead visitors astray and all kinds of stuff. Did that freak you out? I mean, I was like, I was probably getting too old for that crap, you know?

Yeah. It's probably like, can you just point out the point where we got lost, right? Instead of the goddamn pixies shining their little lights to get us lost. So if we see lights, then that's the pixies messing with us. That's right, and we kick them out of the way. Ha ha ha ha ha ha. Hey, nice view. Yeah, kinda need it. Look at that mist rolling in there.

Yeah. Oh, hey, look, butterflies. No, they're everywhere. Look at those down there. Oh, wow. Oh, they look like confetti. Look like confetti. Yeah. We've got to walk through them, actually.

Down that way, then parallel to the main road. See? Yeah, I see. Hey, what is that? What? That. Over there, that big building. Dartmoor Prison.

That is one remote prison. Yeah. Look how high those big granite walls are. Not high enough, apparently. Come on, down this way. John? John? John?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm this way. I need you to slow down. This fog is... I can't see two feet in front of me. Oh, me neither. I'm here. Hey. Oh, yeah, okay.

Okay, wow. This... This... This fog came in quick. Yeah, just be careful where you step. It's really boggy. Oh, shit, yeah. That's steep on that side, too.

Kind of stay on the central hard ground. It feels a bit like a path. Um, that's the wrong way. The pub is that way? Ha, sod the bloody pub. I'm just going to go directly this way to the road. I agree. Go the long way.

This is crazy. Oh, ponies again. Maybe we follow. those goes. You can try. Yeah, they don't slow down for us. Oh, into the fog they go. Now, is it fog or is it mist?

It's thick as hell. Whichever is the thickest. I mean, I'd look it up, but... No service. Yeah, exactly. I wouldn't even be able to read it. Can't even see my hands right now. Hey, just step here.

No, look. Look. Lights. It... How... Look at them. They're showing the way. Mr. Baskerville, I think we found your pixies. No shit.

I guess we go this way. Yeah, follow the light. Wait, not to be that guy, but... What? No, yeah, no, we'll follow them. They're probably like lights for hikers and tourists and stuff, probably auto-enabled for fog and such. You don't want to be pixie-led into the swamp?

No, that's... I didn't... It sounded like you did. Now, is it a swamp or is it a bog? I mean, I would look it up, but... No service, yes, we know. I think it's a mire. A mire, right.

That's what this says. Oh, a sign. Grimpen mire. Super helpful. Yeah. Well, Grimpen Maya, I can honestly say I have not enjoyed my visit. Oh, whoa. Hey, hey, here, grab my hand, grab my hand. You're okay? What in the...

Oh, that's so deep. It's on your entire leg. Do not step off the path. Wow. Wow, John, you went in so fast. It was like, shoo! Straight down, mate. Is it like water? No, it's kind of like a, like a slurry of earth and, yeah, water. What the hell was that? Mariana, just wait. It's right here. Don't run. Just hold on a sec.

Come on. It is right. Stay within the floaty light. Mariana, slow down. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Mariana. What, what, what is it?

No, no. Holy shit. Grab it. I can't reach. Oh, don't. Don't. It's a pony. No, I know, I know, I know.

Mariana, don't. I am getting it out. It's too deep. How deep. Deeper than you? Come on. Come on, come on, buddy. Oh, God, I can't reach. No, please, please.

Come on. Please, no. Oh, I can't get them. Um, hey, hey, excuse me, sir! You okay, Henry? No, no, I, yeah, I saw a guy. Excuse me! Can you help us out here?

There was a guy, I swear I saw... There was a guy. Um, yeah, that's your one, Henry. Thank you. What is it? It's one of the ails. That they pump by hand out of the thing? Yeah.

Man, thank you. And that's yours, Mariana. I guess, um... Cheers. Yeah, cheers. Cheers. Cheers to... To Baskerville Hall.

To, to Dartville Hall. more and to our poor pony friend here here and cheers to an incredibly beautiful woman

there you go mariana that will cheer you up he's talking about her genius oh do I turn around or am I going to come across to some pervy freak oh I'm turning I'm turning I'm doing it Oh, man. Well, yeah, that's...

Wow, that's... yeah. John, drink your beer. Although half of it is now your own drool. Ha, ha, I was not drooling. Okay, look at him, for goodness' sake. Mesmerized. Do we, like... do we know who that is? As you may have noticed, out there on the moor, Henry, we are not locals, not one bit.

No, no, I meant, like, she almost... She looks like famous or celebrity or something. Well, can I break your attention with the menu? Uh, yeah, sure. Gonna just eat this guy first. What the hell is that? Pickled egg. Oh, Dawn.

Jesus, did you find that on the floor or something? No, I got it from bar. What? Got egg from bar. Egg bar. After what we just went through, now I got to watch you choke on an egg. It is delicious. Yeah, sure, John.

Should have stayed at the house and had whatever Rosemary was boxing up. Yeah, that looked pretty unappetizing. I don't think I trust your appetite. He was mesmerized. That was the first time he laid eyes upon her. It was. And what of that evening? That was night one.

And what terror agreed to you that night? Oh, shit. How'd you lock this window? God's sake. Just a fox. Just a fox. Or a pony. Or, um... Um... ...M... ...M...

M... ...Mariana! Mary? Is that you? Hmm? What? You're okay? Sorry, I thought, um...

Night. Jesus. Jesus. Okay, okay. Okay. Hello? Hello? To hear right up to the end of part five of The Hound of the Baskervilles,

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