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

Episode Date: November 25, 2025

THE HOUND OF THE BASKERVILLES - This is the final report from Dartmoor by Doctor John Watson. This adventure has been like no other. I only wish its conclusion was a happier one. Part 10 of 10 This episode contains swearing, references to distressing themes, dread, haunting scenes, animal cruelty, references to killing of young women and death. Listener 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 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 Nikki Mae as Laura Lyons Luke Jasztal as Jack Stapleton Nalân Burgess as Beryl Stapleton 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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Can you just talk some sense to them? I don't know what's happening. I was at the pub and yeah, I drank a lot. I was just going to get some whiskey. You're alive. Oh, you're alive. You're hugging right now? Oh, man.

Oh, Henry, mate. I want to go back, Frank. I did it wrong. I only became such a monster. It is a necklace. I see that. Beryl Stapleton's, her neighbour. Oh, right.

Yeah, I'll give it back to her tomorrow. And her brother's car. Kind of stole it. Yeah. They might appreciate that. Henry's jacket? Yeah, thanks. Let's see how I look in this thing, shall we?

John. Yeah, even when I do it up, still a tosser. Yes. That's the... Oh my God. Henry, what did you do? What are you talking about? This here, look, your yellow residue yet again.

Oh, yeah. Is this like a disease? A poison from the waters below. You want to see the waters? No, not with you. Oh, how would it glow? You know, I could have walked. I don't entirely know that you could have, Mr. Baskerville.

What? Why not? Because Mr. Stephen Selden roamed the Moors without so much of a nibble at his heels. The second he wears your Baskerville-smelling coat, however... He gets killed. Correct. It lives in heavily wooded areas. You see why I would be drawn to this one, can you? In this dim corner of your study, our friend here emits a rather pleasing glow, doesn't he?

Yes, well, he is a pyrophores, not to Lucas. Firefly. of the night. Headlight click beetle. There was a keeper title. And you don't relinquish old titles. Keeper of the game. Six legs to a thorax is more my speed. You're gonna kill me for what? Please I'm sorry I but I can explain I thought that I thought that I'm sorry I but I can explain I but I can explain I I can explain I Why was this in your pocket, Henry? No, no, you don't.

No, no, you don't. No, no, you don't. Hey, come here. Get in here. In here now. Get in. Please, please. Open the door.

Open the door now. Let me out. What are you doing out there? How about what am I doing in your bedroom? Open the door. Tell me. I was going to the bathroom. Oh, on suite not working for Master of the House.

John, this place is a mess. Plumbing is like 10th item on my list. Of course it's not working. You're lying. Whatever, dude. No, don't whatever me. Tell me. Tell you what.

This. Why was this in your jacket? Uh, how about a murderer was wearing my jacket? Oh, he was in the loft. Was he going through your uncle's legal documents? Maybe. You tore up and burned your uncle's will, Henry. His fucking will! John. Don't! That's not what...

You ripped up his will and burned it in the fire. You left this piece in your pocket by mistake. John, it was unsigned, okay? He didn't sign it. It was just drafted. It was recent. When he was sick, when he was unwell. Right? Henry, did Baskerville Hall go to you in this new will? not solely no Jesus Christ John John I destroyed it because it was unsigned I knew he didn't I knew it didn't qualify as an actual will all right some someone is manipulating who the Barrymore's mate come on Jamie Jamie Jamie Mortimer oh yeah and then he hired us to investigate sure Henry it do you know how bad this

looks yes okay that's why I destroyed it it looks bad but it's It's not actually bad because he didn't sign the thing, okay? Like, someone is, somebody tried to get power of attorney or whatever, somebody local at the local solicitors, and he, Charles saw through it, and he got clarity, and he didn't sign. All right, I mean, you got to believe me. John, please, please. Why did you destroy it?

Because I knew you'd suspect me. Of course I would. And I know, I know, John, that that is a waste of your time and time, your time matters because something is going on here. And I know it's not me. I know it's not me. I promise you, I swear to you that I, I am innocent. I did a stupid thing, a really dumb, stupid thing. And it was defensive.

I could see all over that draft that someone was trying to take advantage of him, take everything from him. I reacted. He was my family. You know, I'm not going to make a penny out of this place. You know that, right? You have to tell Sherlock. I'll tell him, I tell him, I promise. I thought it was erroneous because it was just a draft, okay?

No name beneficiaries, just, it was just initials, I think. I knew Charles had a meeting booked with the solicitor in London so clearly he changed his What? What is it? The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance

ever observes. Beatricia Baskerville. Who? The portrait, right behind you, she's been here the whole time. Beatricia Baskerville, 1799, 1827. Hey, is that... Go get Mariana. Okay.

That's it. saw you you were talking to her about it that's that's her necklace that's that's beryl's necklace well beatricia would tell you it was her necklace what did beryl tell you about it i asked her where she got it from her brother yes which ew by the way yeah gross disgusting but she said it's one of a kind which means it's that it is that so why does a stapleton girl have a bascarville Haraloo? Jack said to us when we first met him, he said,

he said the Baskervilles and the Stapletons have been neighbors for hundreds of years. Could it transferred? Transferred what exactly? Baskerville belongings? Yeah. What are you saying? I'm saying the last of the Baskervilles

is right there, him, there. Hi. What happens when he dies? Which I feel like has almost happened three times now, but whatever. What happens when he dies? It goes to... To a Stapleton?

But how? The how? would be in a big box in the attic. Come on. I found this from a solicitor in London. So he wanted a London solicitor for what? A sale? Yeah, possibly.

That's one of his inquiries. A fear of local knowledge. Of someone knowing around here that he was selling up. So he wanted to go to London. You have any idea what this means? No. I don't think we can get into the mind of an isolated, lonely old man. No, this.

What? Oh, uh, yeah, no, I've seen that. What is it? It's a letter, I found it a couple of days ago. Have you told Sherlock? Well, I was building a case, and then I caught this guy sneaking out the house, so... If you're reading this, then I have just left, we have reconciliated, and I have a part of me back again. No, that I don't want anything from you, but you. It's time to stop apologising to each other and make the most of what we have left, and forget what we have left, and forget what we have.

We have lost, LLXX. L LLXX. What is that? Well, I thought it was a number. Roman numerals, but it's not a number. Oh, God, almighty. It's a person. You're looking at me.

And her. Yeah. Why? Um, the drafted will I disposed of, sorry again. It had a beneficiary named. as LL. Lovely. Now your turn. What? Sherlock. I don't know what you mean. Well, I hope you can jog your memory rather quickly. It's getting very late and we will be needing

our sleep. My memory. You're the one that's met her. It's only a pity why you didn't ask her exactly what on earth she was doing outside the Baskerville estate on the night Sir Charles died. It... Laura Lyons. Oh my God. And so. Our investigations have been... running on parallel lines, and we come now to the point where we must unite our results. What do you need to know?

Tell me everything. Well, as the train journey came to an end, the green hills of Wiltshire and Somerset, soon bleached into the granite rocks, blooms of bog moss bronzing bracken, mottled brown. Pretty thing, wasn't she was a pretty thing, wasn't she? Morning, Frank? Hmm. She didn't get long, eh? Yeah, Tricia Baskerville, yeah. You're in her room, aren't you?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, I've got the portrait, yeah. Poor cow. How did she die? Do I look like a historian to you? I don't know what happened in her life. But I can tell you what happened in her death, lad. What do you mean?

Ten years, better now. We had trespassers, didn't we? Nosing round here. I called the police. Load of bloody good that did. I'd chase him away one night and come looking for what they took. What did they take? You're looking at her.

What? These grass shoots ain't 200 years old, are they? I laid this down. Put me back out doing it. Jesus. A grave robber. You don't see that much these days, do you? No.

Whoa, whoa. Hopefully the Lord is still looking after her, wherever she is now. I can take a guess. John, time to go. Right, right. Well, it's been a pleasure, Frank. Sorry about the black eye. Oh, we've had worse, lad.

You lot take care of yourselves. We'll do, we'll do. This is Sherlock, by the way. This is Frank, the gamekeeper. I don't know if you've properly met underkeeper. How'd you know that one? Because you're not the gamekeeper. That would be a Mr. Stapleton. Always has been.

Of course. I hate to ask, but we may need to borrow your Land Rover, ever so briefly. Of course. Where you have to? I'm off to see a man about a dog, Mr. Barrymore. Good day. Is that the expression? That's definitely the expression, isn't it? That is the expression, yes. Lovely. What time were you back, Henry? Um, I don't, I'm not really sure because it's, uh, yeah, it's complicated.

Did Frank say this was all right? He said we could borrow it, only momentarily, I assure you. Where are you going? To Merritt Head House? Yes, indeed. What are you doing? Mariana will be driving. Hi.

Are you guys... John and I have to look into something, but we will join in due course. Are you? Yeah, are you? Oh, very much so. Ready, Mariana? Ready. Lovely.

We drive on the left here. Yes, I've noticed. What's going on with the Stapletons exactly? All will be revealed. Oh, wait, can I just... You can't require your aftershave, Mr. Baskerville. You're handsome and charming enough as it is. That's very kind.

Plus, Beryl and Jack. It's a rather messy coupling. Uh, coupling? Their brother and sister. Their husband and wife. Uh, what? You doubt. Half gear, Henry.

See you shortly. Enjoyed that, did you? I don't know what you're talking about, Watson. Ooh, let me hold information right to the last moment for dramatic effect. How dare you? Come on. Watson, I assure you my methods, their order and their construct are absolutely necessary to solving any given case. Now strip down to your underpants.

Sorry, what? Oh, God, I don't know what's worse. The fact that I'm hunting a large demon dog or that I'm walking through a mine shaft in my pants. Ow! Well, you're doing both. So comparing the two is immaterial. Ah, yes, well, there's certainly a lack of material, mate, that you are right about.

Oh, God's sake. If you want to ask me why we are doing what we're doing... I don't need to. Really? Yes. Really. Oh, you have come a long way, Watson. Bravo.

You want us to remove all of our clothing, so we don't have the scent of basketballs on us, right? And if we don't have the scent of basketballs, then we can locate this hound, which has been kept in this horrible place, by its horrible owner. Very good. I'd say you may well have sold more of this case than I have.

Yeah, really. Do you have it in you, John? To shoot it? Yes. I think so, yeah. I need better than that. Yeah, I'll do it. I can do it. Thank you.

I suspect it to be unnecessary, but I cannot see all ends. Not at this moment. Why do we think it will be unnecessary? Because the hound acts upon the commands of its master. It is certainly mistreated and almost definitely malnourished. The only reason it continues to dwell in this wretched hole is because it will be chained to its walls. We walk, Watson, through this retired mineshaft,

and as we do so we step backwards from the real to the mythic, from modernity to antiquity. For this case, that of the hound of the Baskervilles exists in all those states, yet transcends every single one. The keeper of Game on Grimpen is an honorary title, what's created for a great servant and his dissertation. descendants, the ancestors of Jack Stapleton, handed through the generations, a role to manage the habitat, a charge of predator control. But now, all these years later, it is the underkeepers, the stalkers, beaters, and guillies that manage the hunts, marshal the pack, cull the birds and beasts, but it is still that ancient post. the keeper of a game that owns the dogs.

And what if that keeper hundreds of years ago put aside the biggest, the fiercest hounds from his hunting pack, likely one afflicted with gigantism like our Irish giant in the Hunterian? What if with each litter there became an even bigger, even more brutish offspring? What if that process was undertaken by every Stapleton heir from then until now? Then, it is reasonable, is it not, that the story of Hugo Baskerville is true? He did build a vast home in the cherished land. He did abduct a local girl, likely a Stapleton, and he did meet his doom to such.

Oh my God, a hound of hell. Sherlock. It is true. Our hound is a giant with monstrous features, glowing eyes and blistering fangs. Yes, I know all this, Sherlock! But it is also true. Humanity has monstrous features, glowing lust and blistering rage. Sherlock move back!

Hide those characteristics in the darkness, conceal them in deceit, extinguish any light of truth, and we fabricate the rest. We see only monsters. The red light is flashing. Does that mean it's recording? Um, yeah, yeah, sure. Whoa, what are you doing? Come on. This is not Mary Pitt House. No, it's not.

Then what are we doing here? Oh, hello again. Who are you? What? Tell me who you really are. What are you talking about? You were right. Rosemary was hiding her family history, but we think you might be doing the exact same thing.

Laura, please. I think you've had enough fun playing Miss Marple, darling, all right? Uh, excuse me? Ah, no, no, no, no. You are not excused. And you are not excused from an investigation. What investigation is that exactly? The death of Sir Charles Baskerville.

Baskerville. And if you don't tell me who the hell you are, then I will tell the police that a certain Laura Lyons was corresponding with an old rich guy and was outside his house the night he mysteriously died on the spot. Now, do you want to be

Laura Lyons? Or do you want to be someone else? Because she sounds like she's going to be in a lot of trouble. I would cooperate because I don't think she's going to let this go. I wanted his name, but he wouldn't give it to me. Who?

Sir Charles Baskerville. My dad. A brief thing was my mum. A long time ago, apparently. He and I met, for real, a few years ago, fell out for a bit, then, yeah, reconciled. Why were you there? that night. It's not like that. Why were you there

Laura? Look, I was very poor. I was using the food bank in bloody 2019, you see? And I met a guy, a local guy. Your partner? Yes, and he is a rich landowner himself.

He knows all this stuff works. He said I was, I should inherit Basketville Hall. Right, but I did not kill him I met him for literally the first time just last year that was it

we became friends but you fell out we did why wouldn't we we're an estranged father and daughter for God's sake he drafted a will to give you the house my partner told me that they were going to your partner is a crook

somebody using you to manipulate an old vulnerable man god damn sorry who are you be nice I do not have to be nice This is some weird bloke giving me evils and shouting at me at my own front door. He is not a weird bloke. He's your cousin. Henry Baskerville.

Hi. Laura. Lions. Hi. Still going by lions, are we? I like my mum more than my dad, so. That's, uh, yeah. Understandable.

You realize this looks bad for you. right? It's not like I snuck out across the moors. It's exactly like that. I work late. My 11pm is everyone else's 5pm. I spoke to him that day. I told him not to go to London. I said I'd call by on the way home. He said he'd meet me out the front. You were driving home and you called by? Yeah.

Why didn't you drive? I don't know, through the front gate and up to the driveway like a normal person? Because my partner told me not to. Why? because it would incriminate me. He said, don't be on camera. Don't do this, don't do that, because that will be used against me. Look, let me make something very clear.

This guy sounds like a total dumb ass. Right, you can just stop. That's my fiancé you're talking about. Wait, wait, wait, stop, stop. Stop. Who exactly is your fiancé? Judge Stapleton, open this fucking door right now. Liar!

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You said you love me. You also said Barrel was your sister, you creep. Wife? She's your wife? What the head is wrong? I don't think he's coming out. Well, I'd like to get inside, because that freezing fog is making its way over here. Yeah, let's see what we can do here.

What are we going to say exactly? Well, there is a reason why we've had to do this case just me and John. And me? Yes, true. And that reason is because he is only scared of one person. And it's not me, it's not you, And it's not even Laura. Who is it?

Sherlock Holmes. So what do we do? We tell him Sherlock has gone home. Jack, it's Mariana. I was... Laura was very helpful investigating the Stephen Seldon case. I'm sorry.

I misspoke, and I'm really sorry she wanted to confront you about it. I'm going to help her cool off in the car, Okay? No hard feelings. I'm truly sorry. Uh, to you too, Beryl. So, so sorry. Beryl? Hello. Beryl? Where's Jack? I've done a terrible thing. It's okay.

all right he's gone he's gone he is at peace now the check the chain snapped and I had to I know He was very sick, John. Look. Hmm. Consuming this water his whole life. Starved. Abused.

I know, I know, but... Yeah. Big guy. Yes. Enormous. You see this here. What is it? It's the residue from his life down here, amidst the veins of arsenic.

That yellow hue was activated into that hellish glow, with the consumption of these. Oh, Jesus, what is that? Stapleton's click beetles. For sustenance, yes, but... They glow? This substance in their guise. But does, yes. It clung to the jowls and teeth of our poor friend here. It lit him up, his teeth, his eyes.

Our entomologist was able to bring the mythical beast to life. He allowed the character of the hound to be conceived by the people of Dartmoor. And he simply delivered what they feared to be true. Well, we have our same. here. A very, very rare dog breed. About twice the size of a great day. It's a bloody heavy. Feel the weight of his head on my knee. Good God. Teeth four times that of a German shepherd. Feet, I mean, bigger than mine. Not saying much there, I don't think. Ha, ha! Shut up. I believe we have something. In here. Which, according to our friend Henry,

would be exceptionally rare. Oh, yes. What's that? A. Toronto Blue Jay's cap, outside of Toronto. Stapleton took it so the hound would have the scent.

Of course. He opted for the cap because the shoe had already been cleaned for the hotel and therefore the scent was gone. He returned the shoe and took the cap.

But, I mean, he can't be our bearded man. He augmented the features of this enormous dog. Could he not do the same to himself? A fake beard. I've been dragged through all of this because of a fake beard. Well, let's go and retrieve it from him. We'll frame it and put it up in Baker Street.

Good idea. Good idea. Come, take my hand. Goodbye, mate. Shame you never got to meet Archie, I think you would have made. quite the team. Let's rest now. Good boy. You've probably never heard that before, have you?

So, uh, yeah. Ah! Let's go close this case. Gladly. Can we put some clothes on first? Yes, we should, shouldn't we? Mm-hmm. Jack!

Jack! Jack! Jack! Jack! Jack! Jack! This, it's just, I... I can't see, Mariana.

This, I can't... Jack! Whoa, Jesus! Okay, I can't... I can't see. see, think. Clearly it's just fog everywhere. I've done a terrible thing. What, Pearl? What did you do?

Jack! There are no pixies, Mr. Baskerville. I'm going to go look this side. I'll take this side. Jack! I put the lights through crimping mireland. You did?

Jack! And I knew today that Jack would head once again to that hound. To have that beast hunt you down. Jack would have to, like always, follow my lights through the mire. Jack, Stapleton. I knew that. Can you hear us? So I moved them.

Hey, hey, Mariana! What? I moved the lights. Come over here, can you see my phone light? Yeah, coming! Where do they lead, Beryl? I can kinda see something in the water! Where do they lead?

Tell me if I'm going crazy. Into the deep. Oh my god. I think we found him. He fell in. Yeah. He's so still. Yeah.

Like one of his butterflies. Marianna. John? John, over here. See my phone light. John! John, over here! Hey! Is everyone all right? We're good. I found something of yours? The Blue Jays cap. Thanks, man. Yeah, no, thanks, but I...

We actually found something of yours. Ah, what's that? Take a look. Goodness. He drowned himself? I'm gonna... I'm gonna turn this mic off. He was...

He was led astray. Are the pixies? Something like that. It would seem that Jack here wanted Baskerville Hall. All, estate and land, all for himself, even if it meant lying about Beryl, even if it meant... Abusing some poor dog to haunt the Baskervilles like his predecessors had done. And tricking some poor local woman.

Laura Lyons. You knew? New? That's rather strong. I observed many things. Family resemblance was the easiest to assess. Poor Uncle Charles. He didn't want to give it to Laura because she was being used by Jack.

And he didn't want to give it to me, because, well, I'd be mauled to pieces. So he tried to break the age-old rule of British aristocracy. Selling the family silver. Indeed. It would seem, despite what Sir Charles feared in his final days, we do not arrive at the end of the Baskervilles. We find ourselves at the end of the Stapletons, staring up at us with frenzied eyes in the murk of a thick bog. it sounds silly but he loved maddy puddles so i wanted to put him here by you don't have to say

recording i never know if john will use stuff so yeah right you think the police want my son's body i i don't know rosemary i but i think you you think you deserve this at least yeah he doesn't that man I buried but the little boy that he was he does hmm I hope um I don't know really I hope you and everyone I hope he can forgive his spirit not his mind not his personality or his whatever chemicals he had firing and misfiring but I hope they can forgive that little boy in his well-y-boot that little boy that maybe didn't deal with his father's death all that well you know

I know. I moved on too quick. Maybe he learned callousness for me. Maybe he learned it from Frank. I don't know. My detective friend over there? That's all skinny one. Yeah.

He says that evil is like a poison. No child is born with venom in their veins. You didn't give it to him. He just got lost. Like a wanderer. in the fog. He got lost. Hey.

Hey. Rosemary, we're heading off. Not without a hug, you're not. I better go say bye to Frank. Yeah, of course. But John says I got to take that mic. The spare mic. Why?

A glass of Sarah. Oh, Sierra. Sorry, I'm not a wine guy. I noticed. Well, cheers. Cheers. To finally being... Hello?

Yeah. Kind of. The pub is too busy tonight. Is that what you're saying? Well, yeah, but no. This. The microphone. Yeah, there's like thousands and thousands of people listening.

Really? Like tens of thousands. No. No, and likely hundreds of thousands. I don't know Well, that's not Yeah, maybe not as... Intimate?

Intimate, right, as I thought. This is where we first saw each other. At this table? Well, no, this pub, the Rugglestone Inn. This is where we first, yeah, noticed one another.

Oh, Henry. what that's not this is not where I first saw you it's not keep away from the mall the wait the note yeah

the note in the shoe shop that was me barrel wow holy crap you really are a conniving little weird pixie person how did you what uh but why

He dragged me to London Jack Yeah I Actually, before I came to meet you I got this What is this Try it on

Oh my What A fake beard He followed Sherlock And John He was so So desperate for them To not get involved

My God. When he found out from Jamie that you were flying over, that you'd inherited the house, he went straight there to London for your shoe. But they cleaned it too good, right? Right. And then he took your cap. Well, I was in the shower. Yeah, nice. Thanks, Jack. Jeez. It was all... It was just spiraling out of control. Even when we were in London, I just... I just... I have... I had to try to tell you.

So you did the note? Yeah. I knew from what Jack was ranting and raving about, just how on the ball Sherlock was. So I... Thought outside the box. Yeah. Newspaper cuttings.

A rushed bit of penwork at the end of the note, by the way. I know. he came back into the room. I was in the hotel bathroom doing all that. We, yeah, we, he dragged us straight back down to Dartmoor after that. I think he thought he'd escaped Sherlock. And I think I thought I'd convinced you not to come to basketball hall. But I didn't listen.

You did not. I didn't listen to anybody. I wasn't buying that hound stuff. I mean, the only person I listened to face to face was you. Did you really? Yeah. And it was all bullshit. Come on.

International boarding school. No. Cypriot. Turkish Cypriot. Boom. There it is. You do not look like that guy. Yeah.

He. You can't reason with... An abuser. Right, yeah. Jack just... He was... The whole brother-sister thing... He talked about, um...

Luring you out into the darkness, using me as... God... Bate. Wicked Pure, just Total Hey, hey I know

Okay I know I don't know what happens To Mary Pitt House and And I just Fuck, Mary Pitt House, Beryl Yeah Yeah

What happens to Beryl State Wait, wait, what's your real last name? Delman And the Turkish beryl is B-E-R-I-L. It's nice to finally meet you, neighbor. You too. Sorry. Sorry.

Voice no time. I hope you don't mind. I was just... I was just thinking. I was just thinking, coffee trolley is coming. Oh, yeah. Oh, man, I can see shortbread from here. Oh, really?

Hmm. Yes, a biscuit. Good idea. Oh, you finished trying to calculate our speed, are you? Not quite. You're a funny bunch. You three. Oh, no, John.

What? Custard creams. Oh, stop the train. This is an emergency. Please do not scoff. Endless custard cream biscuits. Please. Yeah, we're a business, John.

Then I will charge it to the business. Somehow, despite all those trials you go through, all that pain, you see, in people, you're still... Here we go, this is it. Goodness, they have chocolate hobnobbs. Here he is, the master detective has observed. You still bring light. You bring truce.

and closure and meaning. But more than anything else, you bring the light. I don't care what this cost. Wow, that is our first. Yeah, I know, I'm a changed man. And I think, Jack Stapleton, having listened to all that joy, that warmth,

These last two years, he wanted to tear it apart. Yes, now this is how you close a case. I agree. He wanted to tear you apart, John. I found a speaker. We both did. Henry and I. Mm-mm, good biscuit.

Good, good. Just a... Bluetooth thing. He wanted to deceive you. Like that caterpillar to those ants. You okay, John? But... But he also wanted to hurt you.

That voice of Mary's is from your show. He was playing a clip. Hmm? At night. outside the hall. He wanted to pull you into the darkness. How are you doing in there? Conductor of Light?

I'm sorry John about everything. But I'm not sorry that I met you and Sherlock and Mariana and Archie. Good luck with your new adventures as I begin mine. mine? I'm yeah, I'm doing, I'm doing pretty good.

I'm off to enjoy the silence. Pretty, pretty good. I hope you can too. I hope you can too. All right, that's enough, mate. Why would it be a package for you, hey? Swah, okay. Oh my God. Dear Sherlock, John and Mariana, I'm redecorating.

I didn't want to stick her away in the attic. Shirley Shills! Mariana! Mazzie Maz! Come see this! What is it? Our new flat mate. Where shall I put her up? me. Beatricia Baskerville. Welcome to 221B. Now, she's a bit creepy, so I vote for 221A. Oh, no, no, no. That does not go with my staff. What do you mean? This is a vintage portrait. It doesn't match, no. Plus, my flat is the office. You really want her staring at our client?

All right. Sherlock, here you go, mate. No, thank you, Watson. Oh, come on. She's a Baskerville. She's an emblem of what you said was one of our best cases. He said that? Yeah, he said that on the train. She has a Baskerville, yes. But she is also. So a Stapleton. And that makes this particular artwork undesirable. Is she? Is she what? Is she a Stapleton?

Yes, was I... I knew you weren't listening on the train. I was! You said you were listening. You said you were just resting your eyelids. Sherlock, look, I was very tired. The families married and the poor woman was, very likely, murdered by Harold Baskerville in 1827.

This was all tied up in the hatred between the two families. This is why the corpse was... Open your eyes. Open your eyes. Immediately, it's not funny. Come on, I was only joking. I'm listening, mate. Okay, very good.

Bye-bye. No, you're taking creepy beatricia with you. No, John, I don't. I don't. Archie, stop barking. Shouldn't you be editing? I am editing. I'm editing this dog's behaviour

and Marianna's stupid daycare. Archie, quick. No, take her with you. Uh-uh, nope. Don't look at me. I'm not having that. Oh, for God's sake. Well, someone please just take this picture.

Uh-oh. What? I may have neglected to tell Gwen that everything is in hand. Where is she? Um, Devon. Oh, for... Hello, Gwen. Sherlock.

Gwen, I know. Oh my God. But I've got you a rather lovely gift. Sherlock! It's a delightful, um, early 19th century piece. You are such a... Neo-classical portrait, smooth brushwork. Sherlock!

I'm going to be. You're going to be. You know?