Sherlock & Co. - The Norwood Builder - Part One

Episode Date: March 4, 2025

THE KILLER IN THE KITCHEN - Hector McFarlane bounded through our door somewhat unexpectedly. He was agitated, unnerved and pulsing with fury. He wanted our help and we DID NOT want to give it... at first. Episode description:  Part 1 of 4 This episode contains swearing, depictions of violence and references to animal abuse. 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 Dominic Sandbrook as Hector McFarlane Additional voices 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

Yes, hello. Right. Go to patreon.com forward slash Sherlock and co for early access ad free adventures in full bonus episodes. Your handwriting is terrible. Yeah, I'm a doctor. And much, much more. That's patreon.com forward slash Sherlock and Co. It's me, it's Dr. John Watson.

It's not, yeah, the diary of a CEO guy or, uh, oh, come on, name another podcaster, John. Um, or not, just do the intro like a normal person. Um, welcome to the adventure of the Norwood Builder. Swearing coming your way, murder coming your way, and, um, possibly some Murder coming your way and possibly some other problematic stuff that I've forgotten but for full trigger warnings dip into the episode description. Enjoy. Oh this is a four-parter. Bye! Welcome everyone to the Sherlock and Co podcast. I don't say that, do I? What do I say? Sherlock and Co. Well, welcome everyone to Sherlock and Co. Not a Sherlock and Co podcast.

Right, anyway. Great intro, John. That's why you lost in all three British podcast award categories. Right, welcome. I'm here with Genghis Khan and Julius Caesar. And this one is Camilla Parker-Bowles. Feels like she might be in the wrong section. Welcome to Madame Tussauds. For those that don't know what that is you must be very confused. It's a wax work museum where famous, infamous

and all-round notable people are recreated in wax form and put on display. Now I cannot tell you how close we live to this place. It is a stone's throw from the flat, a literal stone's throw. I mean it would have to be a really really good throw but a stone's throw nonetheless. And this is the first time we've actually bothered to come here. Usually what I do when I walk past it is I just tut at the crowds and roll my eyes, but I tell you what, I can see now what they're on about. Great stuff, so lifelike. Not that I know what Genghis Khan looks like, nor Julius Caesar, but it's very believable. There's a few exhibitions on US Presidents

Tyrants of Time again not sure why Camilla has found her way over here Marvel superheroes there's various pop stars just over Mussolini's salute I think I can see Beyonce and yeah I should probably track down Mariana as I've somehow lost her. Ah there she is! I see the back of her head. Marry! Mar- Mariana! Oh! No! Oh there you are! Did you just... No, no. Yes you did. No I didn't. You thought that was me? Nope not true, let's go! That's Gimli from the Lord of the no. Yes, you did. No, I didn't. You thought that was me?

Nope, not true. Let's go. That's Gimli from The Lord of the Rings. Yes. No, but from behind. Oh, so from behind I do look like Gimli. That's what you're saying. Don't, don't hide behind Captain America.

Help me, Cap. My name is Dr John Watson, once of the British Army Northumberland Fusilier Regiment, now a true crime podcaster 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'm gonna have to set it off shortly then. Utterly barbaric. Sherlock, you're making me feel bad. And you should. How much longer mate? Well, I'll have to set it off shortly, then you'll have to vacate in case you get a leak.

Set what off? A bomb. A rodent bomb. So this is a bomb, that's what you mean to say? You're bombing the mouse. Can I ask that you put that back in my case please mate? They're rather harmful you know. So, you put the bomb where? You see where the mouse has made a hole in the skirting ball? Yep. Yep.

Just got enough room to put the rodent bomb in there so I've checked to make sure the rest is sealed. Bob will go in. I'll then seal up his entrance with this. Little plastic box? Yeah, humane trap, essentially. Bob will smoke him out, and he'll come scurrying away from it and into here, and we can, you know, take him away.

Ahem, ahem, ahem. And then what, Pest Control Graham? Then what? Well, we can terminate him. I hope you're proud of yourself. It's my flat, Sherlock. It's our office. Yes, but I sleep right there.

I don't want a mouse eating and, ugh, crapping in my lounge. Let's tell you what, let's get a case on the go and we can get out of here, onto the streets, solve some crime, come back, this is all sorted. Would I be able to visit the mouse? For goodness sake. Well, we do have a release programme, you know. To release the mouse? Yeah, it's another 60 quid plus fat.

Excellent. We'll take it. When and where will the mouse be released? As to pass tests first, make sure it's not carrying any harmful infections and all that. Keep me informed of his progression. Gotta catch him first, don't we? Sherlock, listen.

I have cases. A woman here in in Chichester. Her husband took out a life insurance policy on her. I'll be staying in London, thank you. Great. Okay. Thanks. Um... London ones. Er... to... Mugging in Belsize Park.

I don't like mugging cases. A beaker in Belsize Park. I don't like mugging cases. A bicker in St. Luke's Church, SE 270 DT, says donated food is going missing. Doesn't sound like a master criminal at work, does it? Okay, geez. Are you doing it? Is the bomb detonation imminent?

It's not the Manhattan Project, Sherlock. Just setting it off now. Ahem. And now we seal it off. Ahem. The mouse right there. Hickory dickory. Stop.

And there he is. Aw, poor guy. Where was your empathy before the bombing? I think we, erm, possibly are slightly grey. Don't worry about it, I'll sort that out. Two secs. Yeah, we should probably head upstairs. I'm not your housekeeper. Did I insinuate that I thought you were?

No, but I feel like every time I'm in your apartment, I'm doing your dishes. You don't have to. No, no, I do have to. I can't look at that pile that builds up right by the window where all the flies and the bugs and stuff get in. What is this? That would be wax. Why is there wax all over this plate? I suspect there's a coating for hard cheese.

It's melted. Yes, it's right by the window. Oh, you guys. Has anyone seen my microphone? No. Oh, I left it recording somewhere. I don't know where. Okay.

What do you mean okay? Can you help me find it, please? I'm helping Marianna with the washing up. No, you're not. I'm answering your questions. Oh, never mind. Found it right next to the sharpest mind in the country. The man that observes all. Is that me? Is it?

Yeah well, apparently not. Okay, uh, plates done. They're stacked here to dry. Pots done and glasses are drying here. Okay? Okay. I was gonna do the washing up. How would you like it if I came into your flat and started tidying up? I'd love it.

Be honest. Okay, I'd love it. Be honest. Okay, I'd hate it. Exactly. Speaking of your flat, what are you going to do? What do you mean? Well, you saw it. It's like stars in their eyes down there. I, uh, actually, I don't know what that means.

You could stay in 221B, the lad pad. You don't call it that. Please tell me you don't call it that. No, we don't. But we could. Huh. You know, you could stay over. We could stay up late that. No, we don't, but we could. Huh. You know, you could stay over, we could stay up late prank calling people,

playing truth or dare with each other. What's truth or dare? I'll show you. Truth or dare. What? Give me a truth, or you do a dare. What kind of truth? About yourself, like some scandalous stuff,

or family stuff. I'll take the dare. All right. Uh, oh, eat this. John. What? That is Archie's dried food. You're gross.

I'm not asking him to eat the whole bowl. It's just one piece. All right. No, no. Ha ha ha ha, yes. A little stale. I am definitely not staying here. No, no, not tempted.

Nope. Now I'm gonna wipe down these surfaces with the wipes I use. These are antibacterial. They're not just wet rags that... Oh my god. What, another mouse? Is that a... There's a gun on the counter. Sherlock!

Ah, apologies. Yes, I was using it last night. You were using a gun in here? Sherlock, you can't do that. The magazine release was catching. I was merely lubricating it. Uh, I-I-I-I... this. Um, I don't want a client reporting us to the police. Well, I'd quite like the police reporting us to a client. Put the gun away. I shall. Or perhaps you'd like to assassinate the mouse you just targeted with your chemical weaponry.

Put. The gun. Away. Can you hand it to meinate the mouse you just targeted with your chemical weaponry. Put the gun away. Can you hand it to me please, thank you? No I will not. I don't want to touch that thing. I'll get the door then, shall I? You two are in a lovely mood today. Hello there. Sherlock Holmes. Er, close. John Watson. Is he next door?

No, he's upstairs. Are you looking for Sherlock and Kurt? Yes, yes. That's right. Could I... Well, wouldn't it be a bother if I popped in? Yeah, sure. Come on in. Thank you.

Thank you so much. I'm Hector. Hector McFarlane. You're Sherlock Holmes. John Watson. Oh, bucka! Yes, of course. You said that already, didn't you?

Just a little bloody... Your head's all over the place and I'm... I'm pissed off! To tell you the truth, this whole thing is... I've really had it up to here. All right, all right. We're just upstairs. Do you want to come up and see if we can, you know, talk it out, see if we can help?

Yes, please. Now, time is pressing. Very bloody pressing. And I cannot stress how important it is that we get to the bottom of what the hell is going on with this absolute farce of an investigation! Hi, guys. Hi. This is Hector. Hector McFarlane. Hi. Hi there. Marianna Metzafurra. Yeah, hi. Sherlock Holmes.

Excellent. You're the man. Ha! Splendid. Righto. Do you take my coat, do you? I... er... yeah. I mean, I can. There. Do you want a cup of tea?

Or anything, Hector? No, there's no time, really. Now we must... We really must crack on. Now may I sit here? Erm... yeah, sure. You're a solicitor. I am, yes.

And you're on the run. The run? Very much so. Very, a solicitor. I am, yes. And you're on the run. The run? Very much so. Very, very much so. How'd you get there? Well dressed, briefcase for documents, faint ink on fingertip scales of justice cufflinks, and he's seeking immediate criminal assistance. A wise move. And he's a bellend? Did that observation jump out at you?

A little. Who are you on the run from? The police. Now, I can see the way you're all looking at me, but it is really not like that. It's really not. You'd better start from the beginning, Mr McFarlane. Well, it began with a... one of those things... what are they called? The bloody... the portable oven that you do all sorts in these days. An air fryer. An air fryer, yes.

With one basket or the ones with a dual? A dual, I think. High-end, John Lewis. I never used the thing, but that's... listen, I must be quick. This bloody air fryer, my wife wanted one and I said, Shereen we don't have the space. She said, we do Hector, we have the space. It's a big kitchen and all this. And I said, no we don't have the counter space, the kitchen counter. There's not enough room. You've got the kettle, the microwave. I have a medicine

box for my blood pressure and such. Then you've got the sink. You've got the kettle, the microwave. I have a medicine box for my blood pressure and such. Then you've got the sink. You've got the auger on the other side. An auger! That thing alone, that's half your utility bills just keeping that thing warm. She wants an air fryer. Then the pantry on the other side. There's no chance of that pissing room for heaven's sake. Nowhere near enough. She said we should swap out the coffee machine and I said, Shereen, that is a two and a half thousand quid barista bar. It's not a coffee machine. They use that thing in gales! Anyway, guess what happens? You get the air fryer? We get the air fryer. I swear, I used to have a

backbone like a goalpost. Firm, rigid. Now with that woman it's a corner flag, swaying to her every want and need. God's sake! Deep breath sector. Deep, what's that fucking yoga thing? What is it? Pirrana, Panama breath. What the?

Pranayama breathing. Ah, that's the one. Shireen got me on that yogahurt to try and calm me down. In the nose? In through your nose, yes. In the nose. Out the mouth. Out the mouth. There we go. Calm. Calm. Calm.

Coughing, arcing, calm. You just gather, gather myself. Yep. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. We get the bastard air fryer, right? And sure enough, I'm right, she's wrong. No room. No room for the thing. She wants to get rid of the microwave. She wants to stop using the kettle and just use the coffee machine. I said, what about tea? And she says, the coffee machine does hot water. And I said, I'm not spraying boiling hot water in a teacup for Christ's sake. We use a kettle in this house. We're not Canadians.

I said to her, is that what you want, Shireen? You want us to live like Canadians? I refuse to! To Canadian? Never mind, carry on. So, we decide to get a whole kitchen renovation. And I think, well, that's just bloody marvellous, isn't it? Let's tear up the whole kitchen for this bear fryer! We get a few quotes from various builders and what have you, all just bollocking on about the space and we should extend out the back and all this.

Oh, do me a favour. This is Black Heath. I know they're going to charge me through the nose, and then some local do-gooder will have me reported for disturbing the... Oh, I don't know, the topsoil or some nonsense. Anyway, it drags on and we eventually get a guy from... Oh, jeez. What's it called?

Norwood. A fella from Norwood, Jonas Oldacre. Oh. But... He's dead. Hector, he was... he was murdered. But he's dead. Hector, he was... he was murdered. Supposedly. No body has been found yet, Watson. Yeah, but...

Now listen, you said you would hear me out, didn't you? Do you want to just dial it down a bit, Hector? Would you? Would you dial it down when you're smeared over every paper? Look at this! Look at this! In the Times here, look. Solicitor suspected for contractor disappearance. The Telegraph, solicitor faces long arm of law. The Daily Mail, bully of Blackheath, elite London lawyer facing murder charge. I mean this is just, this is, this is, The Guardian, here look at this, old acre murder,

how neoliberal materialism and cursed the all-stop home renovations are the real killers of the working! Oh well that one goes on a bit. Yeah, we get the point. Do you? Do you? I'm not sure you do. The Daily Sport! Big Job Love. McFarlane's wife's steamy romp with missing builder.

I mean look, there's a thought bubble above my wife's head saying knob the builder, can he fix it? Hector. The speech bubble on him as well. Here's your extension love. I mean this is just... The son, Cannibal Hector, Macfarlane confesses to eating Norwood Tradesman. You confess to what?

Sorry? I didn't confess to a damn thing! I said I was hungry for justice! That's all! It is slander! It's disgraceful! It's bloody humiliating! Could we perhaps return to the chain of events as you, not the press perceive them. We... we... Jonas was very nice, alright. The second he came around we could tell that this quote was going to be what we were looking for.

He was accommodating. He didn't think we needed an extension. He talked about a simple wraparound countertop that, yes, was very sleek but it wasn't extortionate. We book him for the job and he gets to work the following week. And then it begins. What exactly begins, Hector? Oh, the parameters begin to shift. They always do with builders, don't they? Oh, this material's not available, let's go for this one. Oh, that's not up to Reg, so we'll have to do all this sort of stuff.

But no, Jonas was worse than that. I come home one day, alright Jonas, sort of thing, he says, um, you need a steel beam across the erector, mate. I said, I beg your pardon, he said, yeah, steel beam. For structural support structural support exactly he says it's gonna cross four grand I said Jonas we want new countertops wrap around like you said he says we don't have the floor space so we'll have to increase it we need to blow the wall out into the garden for a few feet bigger kitchen natural light and I said are you fucking kidding me? This man comes into my kitchen under false pretenses, smashes the place to bits, pulls

out the oven, the dishwasher, all the cupboards and counters, and holds me to ransom. To ransom! I said I'm not bloody having this. You are taking the piss. We have this big row, Shireen comes back and I... I told him. I told him in no uncertain terms. I'm taking you to court mate.

You are screwed. I got the initial quote signed, I got it guaranteed by him. He said he didn't usually do that kind of thing and now I see why. I said you do your little extension, you do whatever it is that you think works, but I am not paying a damn penny more. He said he'd lose out. I said so be it. Lose out in court for ten times the amount for all I care. Finish the job or get shut down. My wife managed to cool the situation, to simmer it down. Me in particular.

I have quite a short temper, you see. I do see, yes. Look, the days and weeks went on. The kitchen work was, well, coming along all right. And the tension, well, if you could call it that, had dissipated a little. I think he knew I had him. You don't mess with a solicitor, do you, really? Anyway, he had taken out the back wall and we had sorted planning permission,

well we didn't actually need planning in the end, as it was rear, it was rear facing work, and it was looking rather good I have to say. Could really see his idea coming together. And we actually started to really get on. We chatted about the arsenal and a bit of rugby. And then on, last Monday I came back from work and Jonas was still at the house, which was odd as I had been working late, well very late, so I expected to not see him. And he was actually, he'd hung around for some legal advice. He said his partner was pregnant, recently pregnant, and he wanted to draw up a will. And he asked if I could help out. And he said if I helped him, he would knock

down some of the labour costs even more. And I thought, why not, you know? I mean, I arranged the forms for him. I made a draft contract where he could fill in the relevant parties, himself the key beneficiaries and so on. And I said I could sign it when he'd filled it all in. I thought it would take him some time but he was right back the next morning before I was even out for work. The forms were on the side ready to be signed by me. I signed it, called him as I was heading off on my bike and I said to him we'll make a couple of copies and I can get it filed at work. Yeah. And that was the last time I saw Jonas Olleke.

That was the last time anyone saw Jonas Olleke. That was the last time anyone saw Jonas Oldacre. Later that day, the 14th, I was in a meeting and one of my colleagues knock knock on the door sort of thing, Hector, can I have a word? He says. I said sure Charlie. I left the meeting room, I walked down the hallway and Dame Gwen Lestrade is there. Oh, yeah, exactly. And I sort of did a double take. You know the face from the TV but you're not sure. So, she introduces herself and she says she's overseeing an investigation that she says concerns her greatly and I say oh, what's that? And she says the murder of Jonas Oldacre and

I swear to God my knees go weak. I'm just staring at her and I look down to the desk and she's she's sort of standing over and there is the will and look I don't know how I didn't see it in the kitchen. No idea, but I can see the beneficiary. All the belongings, assets, and financial holdings of Jonas Oldacre will be left to me, to Hector McFarlane.

Oh my god. Everything left to me. Everything. Everything. That it... I wouldn't even... I don't even think I'd be authorized to sign the forms as the... Doesn't matter. Look, I'm a legal man.

And that is exactly why they tried to intimidate me with Lestrade. So, I stuck to my guns. I said, I will be in contact with my lawyer and I will get back to you. I keep repeating it. They insist it's just a casual chat. I say, no, nope, not having it, back off sort of thing. I have a chat with the lawyer. I'm not feeling comfortable about it at all. I called some old friends and one of them eventually recommended you Mr. Holmes and that's that's why I'm here. Mr. McFarlane, I appreciate the visit,

and of course the detailed depiction you have provided of the circumstances. No problem at all. Now, what can we do to- But I will be refusing your case. I- What? Yeah, what? I'll pay good money. I doubt that.

Why are you refusing my case? Because you killed him, Mr. McFarlane. You killed Jonas Aldaker. How dare you? There is nothing daring about the truth in my line of work, Mr McFarlane. Now it is you who are faced with the choice as the police bear down on you and your options close off. Truth or dare? This is not a game. Actually it is and I believe you may have lost. Sherlock,

maybe if you just explain to Hector. Explain what? How I'm guilty of a crime I didn't commit, I'm persecuted by the press, how my whole life has been destroyed! I cross-reference. Cross-reference? What exactly? My knowledge of the crime I read yesterday, with your behaviour I see today. And I do not wish to aid your cause tomorrow. You're a bastard! And you're a murderer. Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh uh you beat him to death with a club hammer. That's not true!

A club hammer you took from his own van on the 13th. He messaged his colleague Chris, asking for its whereabouts the same day and he was never seen again. The club hammer was found in a local bin lorry following collection. On your street, Mr McFarlane. This really is such nonsense! And they also discovered a 115mm cutting disc, taken taken from an angle grinder with traces of blood on it Oh, please and it would appear that Jonas old acres own angle grinder tool had a new blade replaced

incorrectly installed though interesting almost as if it was hastily put on by an amateur an amateur who wished to disguise the usage of the previous blade. And what was that usage, Mr McFarlane? I think I've made it perfectly clear that I have no fucking idea, sir! It was to dismember the body of that poor builder, limb by limb. You liar! You're a liar! Hey, whoa, whoa, that's enough, all right?

Come on! You'll throw liar! Hey, whoa, whoa! That's enough, all right? Come on! You'll throw an accusation at my wife. Pretty throw a punch, lad! Come on! Get the f... Get back! Or what? Or I'm gonna break those glasses onto your jaw bones.

Now get back! Sir, look. Are you okay? Oh, absolutely. Make sure this makes its way into the arrest report. Shut up! My knuckles are bleeding. My knuckle! This makes its way into the arrest report. Shut up! My knuckles bleeding. My knuckles!

Eww, disgusting. You need to get out of our flat, now. Just wait for the police, John. They're at the door. Well then, go wait in the kitchen. Watson? I don't want him in here. I'm perfectly right. Eugh, there's blood.

Yeah, but he won't be, because I swear to God, I'll punch him in his stupid face. Get off me! Yeah, yeah, with pleasure, there's blood. Yeah, but he won't be because... I swear to God, I'll punch him in his stupid face. Get off me! Yeah, yeah, with pleasure, you twat. In the kitchen, now. Whatever! Oh, goodness. I saw my shirt.

Oh. We should really let the police inside. I'll go answer the door then, yeah? Yes, Mariana, go. Hold that thought, just one moment. Sorry, what? Look at me. Yeah, what? No blood, bruise or even blemish.

You got a date or something? No. Then why do you... It's fine. You look fine. Where did he get you? Below the eye, I think. Yep. Yep.

You look fine to me. Wow. You're lucky it hasn't swollen and closed right up. Yes. It has, in fact, done rather the opposite. It has opened my eyes. Are you being you right now or are you being concussed because it's very hard to tell sometimes?

Not a mark on me. He threw everything into that right hook, yet nothing. But this is the man that beat a 6 foot 2, 14 stone builder to death with a 2 kilogram club hammer. Alright, just pick a unit mate, stick with it. And did you see? He reacted to the blood on his own hand. His face ran pale, he gagged. His walk into the kitchen, it denoted a spell of dizziness.

He was unbalanced and numb. Hector has acute hemophobia. What are you getting at? This is a man that supposedly cut a body to pieces with an angle grinder, Mariana. Ah, you're right. No, no, no, no, come on. He's just a prick who gives it all out every day of the week and then when he was finally faced with a confrontation he just...

He had a panic. That's why he's all pale and dizzy. But that was not the order of things, Watson. Nor was it what triggered the symptoms. You saw it. He was bearing down over me, ready for more, until he saw the blood. Sherlock, just wait. Wait, leave him in there.

No, I need more information on what exactly... What? What is it? Is he fainted? No. He's vanished. To binge this adventure in full and without ads go to patreon.com forward slash Sherlock and co. The Thanks for watching!