Sherlock & Co. - The Sign of Four - Part Nine

Episode Date: December 3, 2024

ALL THE SMALL THINGS - I should have never doubted my flatmate. This whole time he had been harvesting the smallest, seemingly insignificant clues and now it was time to present his case. At a dinner party of all places. This is why I don't like hosting. Part 9 of 10 This episode contains swearing, violence, references to torture, 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 Follow me @DocJWatsonMD on twitter, or sherlockandcopod on TikTok and instagram.  To get in touch via email: [e-mail] This podcast is property of Goalhanger Podcasts. Copyright 2024. 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 Acushla-Tara Kupe as Mary Morstan Marc Antolin as Athelney Jones Thomas Mitchells as Jonathan Small Ant McGinley as DI Tom Gregson Akshdeep Singh Vohra as Mohinder Singh Gareth Henry as Tonga Evelyn Morris as Sophia 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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Is it showing any sign of success? Are you talking about the suitcase or the crime case? The crime case, John. At least I thought it did, until I lost an elderly dog in south west London. What do we bring to the table, honestly? We watched a man get poisoned at a restaurant in Amritsar, then we raided a temple full of corpses. Now we've lost a dog.

We're ten steps behind. The law enforcement agencies are actually catching people and getting crucial footage. What are we doing? And what about Sherlock? He is one more sleepless night away from going completely bonkers. Well, if our lovely Sherlock is struggling to sleep, you've always got my book. Ha ha, yeah. Okay, let's see.

Yes, definitely deliberate. It's not like they got into difficulty en route. How can you tell? The burn patterns, judging by the smell. Creosote. Any word on Toby? What did you find? An important stone. Not that one. We'll explain. Later. Listen, so…

I think we should have dinner tonight. You want Marianna up here? She's pretty focused on the suitcase thing. I'll give her the key. Get Athelney and Jonathan too. Give her the key? What? And Mary. I think it's time to start your edit, Dr Watson. Aurora! Aurora! Fast! I'm a lonely old man.

We've got the little one with us here tonight. Grandson. I never had a family really to pour my attention and focus. Never had a family really. We've got the little one with us here tonight. Grandson. Never had a family really. Got the little one with us here tonight. Grandson, never had a family really. That belligerent little voice in the back of my mind.

That absolute fucking bastard of a man. Fucking bastard of a man. Sherlock? Sherlock? Ah, what did you find? Because I found something too. When you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains,

no matter how improbable, must be. The truth. Could you pour some more wine please for the 8000th time? You're nervous? I'm just laying the table. In a nervous fashion? Can you blame me? Wine please.

Is it because your girlfriend is here? No comment. Is it because we have a potential breakthrough? No comment. Is it because the chicken is underwhelming? No comment. The chicken is not underwhelm- I have to make it underwhelming because you have the culinary palette of a four year old. That's not true.

Yes it is true. It's not. When I'm confident my tastes expand. Oh and you're confident now, are you? Yes. Can I use the electric carving knife? I like using that. No. I'm getting the electric carving knife? I like using that. No. I'm getting the electric carving knife. Will you please just pour me some bloody wine?

Fine. You're wearing too much fragrance. Your rash is coming back. For god's sake. More wine? Please. I was talking to Mary. You can slosh some of that in here too. Please John-Bike. Okay, I'll just go and open another bottle. So, tell me Mariana, does he record absolutely everything? Every. Thing.

What, so that's on right now, is it? Mm-hmm. That's why it has pride of place in the middle of the table. So what if I refuse to be recorded? What then? Would you refuse? Nah, get my name out there. I want to solve this case and get a promotion. And this might be my only proof. Excellent. Hey, let me tell you.

You bloody will solve the case. You bloody will. Well, cheers to that. Oh, no wait, I can't. I haven't got any wine. Yes, yes, yes. Alright, here, fine. Oh, in she goes. Lovely stuff. Any word from your captured friend? Mr. Akbar? Ooh, clock is ticking, Jonathan, let me tell you.

Is it now? Yeah, Interpol can't do a great deal in terms of conviction. We can investigate and arrest, but you've got to find that authority that has the appetite to actually throw our conviction together, you know? Of course, yes. But I keep saying, and I've been saying to Scotland throw our conviction together, you know? Of course, yes.

But I keep saying, and I've been saying to Scotland Yard and that, that bloke is gonna squeal. You think he will squeal? Oh, he's in a gang. He's an old guy. He doesn't want to die behind bars. Hell, put him through a trial and he daresay he'll shit his pants. Right, yes, of course. Of course. Oh, this looks great, John. Oh, of course. Oh this looks great John. Oh yeah John

this this looks so good. I I mean I can't believe it's not pins and toast. I can't believe it's not penne to be honest. You always do that. What? You always smirk when I say penne. No yeah, I kind of do. But why? Oh, she's laughing. I'm sorry. What is it? Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. What is it? In Spain it means penis? No.

Yeah. Oh, God. Sorry, dude. That's why I laugh. Yeah, because you're a 12-year-old boy, apparently. Oh, look. He's going red. Aw, because you're a 12 year old boy apparently. Oh look he's he's going red Oh, Willie Talk made him go red Right, there is no Willie Talk right Willie Talk is banned. For our American listeners Willie means penis Since we're doing penis translations

Enough Mike is on Mike is recording. Yeah, but this is not getting uploaded Please please tell me this isn't getting uploaded. Well, I need all the material I can get sometimes. Have you started editing? I, um, yeah. Yeah, bit of bits and pieces. Have you? Yeah, yeah, yeah. Gotta get cracking with the early tours.

Hey buddy. Mm-hmm, indeed. Do you help with the edit Sherlock? Absolutely not. Yeah and we want to keep it that way right? Okay Mike going off for horrible chewing and swallowing sounds and cutlery and everything else that people give me bad reviews for so bye bye. I would have liked to have used the electric carving knife. It's not, that's not for this kind of dish. It's chicken.

Yeah, but not off the bone. Now, Mary, what were you saying before I was interrupted by Edward chicken knife hand? Ha ha ha! I was saying about that stupid Morse code thing I did with my first ever boyfriend. Oh yeah, that is so sweet. See, look right. Let me try it on you Mariana. Oh, I don't know the letters. Oh what? Uh, Sherlock? Oh yeah, that is so sweet. See, look right. Let me try it on you Mariana.

Oh, I don't know the letters. Oh what? Sherlock? Try me. Okay, here we go. Hand please. I hope you're concentrating. Always.

Yes, the chicken was dry, wasn't it? I don't believe this. I was kidding! Very good, very good. So, not to talk shop, but what do you think John? What do you reckon about it all? Oh yeah, we were going to do theories weren't we? What do I reckon? Oh god, blimey. I suppose I would say that they're high-powered, the sign of four. High-powered. Yeah, this is classic John.

My turn, thank you. So I think they've probably got links to... Yeah, I reckon they've got a link to a bigger organisation or something that they're going to sell into and make billions or something. Mm-hmm, yes. Yeah, I can kind of see the edge. Illuminati type bollocks, right? Yeah, well, no, not exactly, but... That's...

Our world is a bit shitty like that, isn't it? Lots of corporations all lead back to the same owning companies. I bet crime is no different, you know, everything's just leading back to one source. Some evil overlord, ooooh. Yeah, my vote is with evil overlord. And, uh, oh, here we go. I've got it, I've got it. What is this, drunk deducing?

Yep, absolutely. Don't drink and deduce. I reckon they're called something like Aurora, right? The big corporate crime syndicate. And that's what Tonga is trying to communicate. It is always corporate with you. Oh, here comes the finance graduate. Coming for my throat. Better keep the electric chicken knife out of her reach.

I am not. I'm not. Okay, my theory. My theory. Let's hear it. Theories give me delicious theories. My theory is, Aurora is some kind of vessel. Interesting. Like a private play. No, like a yacht. And I think the stone is on the Aurora. Oh, I like it. I like it. When do we get to visit the yacht? Is it in some place hot, yeah? Don't you work in India? Oh, I love the San Mary, God, I love it.

No, hold on. Why would a 14-year-old boy from Hounslow have access to a yacht? You don't know, he might. No, none of us know, basically. That's the fun of it. Mr. Interpol? Mr. Interpol at your service.

Where's that wine? Let me get my story straight. What do you think? What is the fate of our diamond and our boy? I reckon. I reckon, I reckon. Oh, right, what do I reckon? I think it's still in the UK as we know. And it's some place mysterious.

Some deep, dark legend is being fulfilled. And instead of being bundled into the Crown Jewels or the Tower of London or whatever, it's where it belongs. Which is? Imbued deep into ancient Welsh rock. Because God's heart is Cymru itself. The deep valley's its vessels.

And it thunders life into the world. And that gem is to be drawn out one day by the true king. King Athelne the real deal. Oh, for goodness sake. Well, in all honesty, I don't bloody know. I'm kind of with a bit of John and a bit of Mariana. I think high crime. I don't think it's a bunch of lowlives

fighting over a stone. High crime. Big connections. And yeah, I like that Aurora is a thing, is a chip or a company or a building or something. And that's why we'll find a stone. Yeah, I like your optimism. That's the actual real deal.

Telling who? Miss Morstan. Clearly, I don't know a bloody thing. But I have felt the presence of these people my whole life. They're obviously obsessed, they're insistent, they're... I mean they're sick, right? They can't be working for some bounty. It seems to be all twisted into birthrights in the past.

I think it's a dark ancient grudge from these guys, and they won't stop until they've got it. So you're going for a very organic approach, are you? Yeah, no dirty twists, no nefarious businessmen looking to get their hands on it. No, what was it, ancient Welsh folklore? I think it is as it seems. Old grudges, who gets what? An heirloom at the end of the

day, right Jonathan? Heirlooms! Available in all good bookshops. And my garage of thoughts. Ah, it's always the quiet ones. I bet he knows it all in there. He's just biding his time. It wouldn't surprise me if he had the bloody thing all along this one. Yeah, it's all been a big test. No, no, no, no, come on, you must, no, you must! Ha ha ha ha!

Where is it? Hmm? Well, I must confess. Unfortunately, Agent Jones, I don't have the Storacoola. Oh, well that's a shame. Right, I'm off then. But I do have another stone. What? I found one this afternoon. When? When we were inspecting the vehicle of Mohinder Singh.

Ahem. Where is it then, mate? Here. Heh heh. For goodness sake. Sherlock, that's... wait, that's like a bevel. Bloody gravel! Oooh!

Gravel! You've got a piece of gravel! Oh! Look! Look what I've got! Oooh! Pocket fluff! Wow! The fabled pocket fluff of ancient Babylonia! This is 10mm Polar White Shingle. It's good mate, yeah.

Look. Yeah, looks like little It's good mate, yeah. Look. Yeah, looks like little white basic driveway gravel, Sherlock. It's actually not basic driveway gravel. It's quite expensive at £800 a tonne. Lovely. Well, I won't put you in touch with my publisher any time soon. If people found my gemstone stories boring, goodness me. Sherlock, why does this matter? Gemstone story's boring goodness me! Ha ha ha ha ha! Sherlock. Why does this matter?

No, no, no. I'm not mocking. I'm being serious. Mohinder's car. In the tread of the tyres I found this piece of ten millimetre polar white shingle. Right, so... So this gravel... is from a place he went in his car? This is a place he would visit frequently. I've seen it before, in fact. We've been to a house very recently with this exact stone shingle.

Have we? We have. And you know what? It's been one of those days. I don't know whether it's the lack of sleep or perhaps the osmosis of all this information seeping into the relevant faculties, this afternoon I saw something else I recognised. When I finished reading a, quite frankly, deranged book that documents the propriety rights of all the valuable stones of India,

a book that waffles on a great deal about titles and claims to dominions and their loot, and some utter nonsense about the New World Order's attempt to steal away ancient talismanic stones from prestigious families. Sherlock. Sounds like a bad review, Jonathan. It's a terrible review, yes. A load of self-entitled wank to be quite honest. Sherlock, just-

But what triggered a moment of recognition was when I realized I was honored with a signed copy. Lucky me. Heirlooms by Jonathan Small. Look at that. How lovely. Very kind. Yep. And if we have a little look here, don't worry, I won't make anyone read the book. Just this signing. The S there, on small. Quite unusual. Around one in a hundred people I believe write an S from bottom to top.

I had seen it somewhere else. On this, as a matter of fact. The note that killed Mary's poor old father. A note that, as well as the lethal anthrax, contained traces of codeine used to treat the most intense agonies of course. Doesn't take long to get addicted, does it Jonathan? I... It... Look now, I... Mariana, you opened your case at long last.

Yes, because you locked it. Could you pass me what I placed inside? Is it still wrapped? It is, here. Ah, lovely. Now, I have to confess, I wasn't entirely confident my companion Mariana here wouldn't be questioned at customs, but it seems we got lucky. I had to lock the thing of course as it's a rather distressing souvenir. Sherlock, what?

That trip to the temple was rather treacherous at times, wasn't it gang? Mmm, yeah. Mmm hmm, yeah't it, gang? Mm. Yeah. Mm-hmm. Yeah, it was. Yeah. Treacherous, but nonetheless illuminating to our case. I spotted something there by that rather stubborn vine doorway. I quickly put it in Watson's backpack in the hope we'd get out of there in one piece. But... Not everyone has been able to leave that temple in one piece.

Isn't that right, Jonathan? Don't. Dr Watson, could you tell me and the table what this is? Oh my god. Okay, yes, that is a, erm... That's a fibia. A shinbone. A shinbone, yes. I found it wedged into a men's walking shoe. You look rather pale, Jonathan. I hope you haven't had too much to drink.

You may get a hangover. The codeine would come in handy then, I suppose. Or you could always do... Hair of the Dog. Stand up. I have had quite enough of your insults. I'll stand and I'll walk right out of here young man. Stand up. And now Mr. Jonathan Small has stood up I can show another curiosity. I noticed like many intellectuals you have a penchant for corduroy. Not to my taste one bit I must say. The texture alone is absolutely repulsive.

However, it has been ever so handy in locating a very dear friend of mine. Oh and a friend of Archie's too of course. Off! Doesn't smell. Archie boy. Now! Off off me! Archie, over here. This way mate.

Corduroy is made up of vertical ridges or wails, which create little gaps that trap a lot of dust and fur and... hair. Not to mention that fuzzy surface that generates plenty of static charge, which will attract even more hair of course. Hair, in this instance, of a half-Spaniel, half-lurcher. Wait a second now! Named Toby. Oh, right!

Ah, Athelny. Fake gun, but real handcuffs, I hope. The real deal, Sherlock. No, wait! Thank you for joining us, Mr Small. So sorry, I can't locate the Surakula yet. Perhaps we'll pop by your house now and... No! ...and ask Tonga ourselves. No, no, no, no! Please! You... you bastard!

Feel free to take your leg. I don't need it anymore. You fucking manipulative bastard! You... you don't! It's ours! It's ours! You... you fu- Wine? God yeah, yep, yep. London needs Sherlock. Instead, it has you. From the creators of the hit BBC TV series,

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The Agregson looking for a 10-60 in the vicinity of Strawberry Hill. Gregson looking for a 1060 in the vicinity of Strawberry Hill We've got a unified coming 1076 Make it quick Gotcha there Gregson Woah jeez, you ok? Yes Can you put your seatbelt on please? Too excited

It's not an excuse No it bloody isn't Right John, why should I put my seatbelt on if? Too excited. It's not an excuse. No it bloody isn't. Right John? Why should I put my seatbelt on if we're going to be out any moment? Because it's against the law and I'm a police officer. And what's more, I'm a police officer that's doing you a pretty bloody big favour in bringing you along to this thing. I did crack the case though. We'll see. Or I'll see. Unless you bring a seatbelt on.

Fine. You don't have to chew gum. She's not going to kiss you tonight. That is not why I have the gum. I have the gum because I chased you around every bloody corner shop in Hounslow. Mm-hmm. I don't believe that for a moment, but okay. To all stationed units in the vicinity, this is DI Gregson reporting a 1035. I want a 1039 on arrival.

No, no. What? What's a 1039? 1040, please. Why? Because Mohinder Singh will be in there. Can we please explain what a bloody 1039 is? Urgent, lights and sirens on arrival. Finally, thank you. Are you sure, Sherlock? I'm not certain, but it isn't worth the risk. All units, 1040. Set up a perimeter on the north and south exits of Tower Road. Secondary units move to a second perimeter at house number 16. Nobody goes in or out.

Nearly there. Come on Tonga, come on, please, please. License sirens coming off, heading northbound on Tower Road number 6, 8, 14, 16. Sherlock! No Sherlock! Wait! Sherlock! Stop him right now before I do! Sherlock! Fuck! Sherlock, please! Please stop, this is serious! Follow me Watson! I'm not following you, I'm chasing you. Righto, then chase me. Oh, shut up. Okay, here, here. Get the fuck, what are you doing?

Get off, for goodness sake. You're being reckless. I'm entering the property. Get back to Gregson now. No. Sherlock, this isn't about you. Watson. There is a boy in there, there is a boy in there!

I know that! And if Singh is in there and we get caught doing this, he's dead. Tonga will be killed, do you fucking get that? I'm asking you to trust me. Sherlock, I always trust you, this isn't about trust. Then what is it about? It's a... It's a...

Procedure? No. Then what? It's about... it's a... Procedure? No. Then what? It's about fear, Watson. That's what. It is about fear. I'm not scared. Yes you are. And that's okay. That's good. Sherlock.

Everything that truly matters is terrifying, John. You know that. Everything. Oh, don't do a big profound speech I'm not doing a big profound speech you are fine I won't do a speech but I refuse to believe that you'd be any less afraid if you were sat in the back of Gregson's car peeking through your fingers would you well no exactly we know this case Well... No... Exactly. We know this case. We know this boy.

We know the motivations behind his capturer. We're the best in the business, Watson. Policing is not a business. It's a public service. For goodness sake. No, I'm just... Mass privatisation of the public sector isn't something to be applauded. Shh.

Friends are here. Sorry, what? Friends. Shh. Friends are here. Sorry, what? Friends. Friends? Yes, friends. You know, Ross and Rachel are going to pop out of that bush, are they?

One moment. Are you kidding me? Where are you? I'm in the back garden of number 14, like you said. I said number 16, for goodness sake. You said 14. 16. Read the chat.

Read the WhatsApp chat. Listen to me now. I... Oh wait, yes. Well, that's obviously a typo. We'll climb the fence. Hold on. See you shortly. Am I hallucinating? I don't think so.

Ah, here she comes. Okay, come on. We did it. How? What is? We got in the other police car, remember? Who's we? Yes. Where is he? He is right here. Archie, what in the...

What are you doing? He needs to help us. Help us what? Piss on the lawn? Archie boy, that's it. What can you smell? What can you smell? This is ridiculous. Archie, it is way past your bedtime for a start. Second, you've already been out today. He has something.

He does not have anything. He... has... something. Yeah, he has excess slobber and a flatulence problem. That's what he has. Let him off the lead. He will guide us. Okay. No, don't! This is him off the lead. He will guide us. Okay. No, don't! Ha ha, this is a dream. This has to be a dream. Wake up, John. Wake up, mate.

Here. To the back of the garden. Go on. Archie. Archie, boy. You can't do this. Wait, where's he taking us? To one of our hostages. He's leading us... What is it, mate? What have you got? A big garage. He's taking us... What is it mate, what have you got?

A garage. He's taking us to the garage. Archie, I know it's rabbit shit, but please ignore it for now. We'll circle back and pick it up, alright? Lovely, that's it, well done. Well done, Archie! Yes, to the garage he goes. And... I think we have found our friend. Here.

What are you doing with that? Big rock? Oh, I thought I'd take it to that rusty old lock. I've got unfinished business. Be my guest. It's working. Eyes on the house, Watson. Yep, all good. No change. Okay, okay. Here we go.

Abery cabron! Yes! Oh, victory! Yes! Oh, victory! Wonderful! And there he is! Who? Toby! Hey Toby! Hey boy!

Ow ow ow ow! Not the balls! Always with the balls man, for god's sake! Mariana, Archie and Toby are with Gregson. Great. Is he angry? Apparently he's furious, yes. Great. Great. Is this illegal, by the way, what we're doing? Um, somewhat of a grey area, I'd say. Okie dokie, right. A judge would look kindly on us should the outcome be a positive one.

I mean, yeah, yeah. Did you grab the gun? I was in a bit of a hurry. You didn't grab it? I wasn't thinking and just picked up what was around me. Which was... the chicken knife. The electric chicken knife. I said I wasn't thinking, all right? I hate you. No you don't. Leg up please, good doctor.

What is your plan? I didn't have one. Right, what about now? I do have one. What changed? I'll tell you what didn't change. These trousers. Not since we got back. Ah, gross, mate. And in my pocket, the very same hook device I made to get us back into 221B.

The case against doing laundry has been proven time and time again, Watson. No, no it hasn't. Time to deploy my device. In silence. With focus. Detection must be avoided. Or we fail at this most crucial juncture. Watch that, no pressure.

There's an enormous amount of pressure. I was being sarcastic. I detected a hint. I really did. Ready? Ready. Up we go. Hook device is descending towards handle. You are so proud of that bloody hook. I am actually. It's just a hook. Yes but it has just the right amount of tension to give me the ability to just ease the handle upwards into an unlocked position. Ah there we go. Hmm alarm. Sorry what. Alarm.

Sorry, what? Alarm. Bit more information please, mate. Um, wait. Chewing gum. I need the chewing gum. In my front left pocket. Oh, goodness me. These jeans are tight.

No, they're not. That's my wallet. Get off. Well, where's the bloody gum? Well, it's not where your hand is currently headed, thank you. The bottom of the wallet. Ah, got it. What are you doing? Chewing. I thought we didn't do that on the mic. Won't be long. Okay now to take the foil from the chewing gum packet. Foil. Foil and chewing gum to prevent an alarm that could potentially

get a child killed. Yes indeed. Can you see why maybe the police are best placed to conduct this raid? Okay. Sticking the foil in place of the contact sensor plate. Securing with the gum. Good lord, oh my god, are you actually being serious? And... letting go. This is mental.

Mental or mental? Both, and not funny. Idiot. There we go. Foil is in place all by itself. Not bad for an idiot. Mmm. Okay. Not bad for an idiot. Mmm. Okay, lounge is clear.

Nothing in the kitchen. We came through that way. Downstairs, bathroom, and dining room both empty. No signs of recent usage. Up the stairs we go, I suppose. I suppose Jesus Christ. That sounds like the top floor to me. Yeah, pretty grand house Jonathan has got here. It's not short on ant well, antiques and jewels. Yep, quite the chandelier. Versailles, Hall of Mirrors. I've seen them before.

He even has the original rope winch. See there? Sorry, how the hell has he got one of those? I suspect this house is riddled with trinkets, obtained in a less than appropriate manner. You can say stolen goods, just say stolen goods. Okay, on the chandelier floor I can see two bedrooms on this level and a bathroom. Again, lights are off so not totally visible. There is a glow coming from the next stairwell.

They're on the top floor. Oh no. Shh, what is it no bugger it what he's coming quick in here where's he going downstairs Downstairs. He's... He's seen the police. Should we head up there? That means Tonga is free upstairs. Wait, he's...

What's that? What's what? That smell. It's... Creosote. He's gonna burn the place down, Sherlock. I know. Just wait.

What? Let me think. Holy shit. Lounge. Dining room. They're both alight. We need to save him. Yes, yes. Just stop thinking for a minute, please, Sherlock. We have to go and get him, now. Get the boy. Go! Oh, garros! Okay. Oh, come on, Tonga, come on. Come on! Come on!

Tonga! Tonga Bajwa! Please! Who are you? My name is Dr. John Watson. I was once of the British Army Royal Northumberland Fusilia Regiment. Now, true crime podcaster, based in central London. Why are you taking me? 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 It's burning! What's burning? It's a piece of fire!

Join me as I document the adventures of Sherlock Holmes Watson! Oh bloody hell! Get back, Mahinda! Who are you? Would you stop throwing antiques at me? You're going to burn in here with us, unless you get out of the way. If I die, the boy dies with me!

Well, that's just bloody stupid. Move! Watson, stop! I will kick you down those stairs, you old twat! Where is it? Told you. Well, I didn't see the shotgun, did I? Mahinda, Jonathan Small is in custody, as is Akbar Dost. The sign of four have been eliminated.

No! Yes, we have to get him out. Sherlock, I can hardly see. What is Aurora? The fire is climbing stairs. There is little time. It is ours and he took it from us. It isn't yours. What do you know?

What do you know? Nothing! Nothing! I know plenty. I know that your lungs are blocked, your eyes are burning. And you were a little too liberal with the creosote. And I know I have a gun. And I know I your lungs are blocked, your eyes are burning, and you were a little too liberal with the creosote. And I know I have a gun.

Yes, yes, very impressive. But I've got a 120 watt electric carving knife with 200 millimeter blade and a comfort grip handle. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. Not so funny when I'm stood next to a witch, and you are under its chandelier. No, no! Nasty way to go. He deserves it.

What do we do? We can't go downstairs, it's a bloody inferno. And this... God, this smoke. I think it's Tonga conscious. Tonga. Tonga! No, he's not. I haven't got long either, mate. Kinnell. Back upstairs. I was just up there to rescue him. I know.

Go. Go, go. I know! Go! Go, go! It's just... it's a bedroom and a bathroom, mate. It's... new. What? The window. It's a loft window. Take us onto the roof. Come on, come on, can you reach? There's a stool. I'll get it.

Hey, John. What? This is just like how we first came into the case. What? Remember his bedroom? He was escaping out the loft window. Ha ha! Yeah, you're right. And now, that's his salvation in the house of Jonathan Small. Yeah, very good. Can we get a move on please?

Absolutely. Quick, walk along the terraced rooftops. Get a few doors down in case they come to call the fire. That's a good idea. Sprinting over rooftops? This is like barcólides. Can we have some backflips and stuff? I mean, I won't.

I've got an unconscious teenage boy over my shoulder. Okay. Tonga. Tonga, can you hear me? I think we're safe. God, I need to get him some water. She could help. Who? Look through this roof window. Oh, that's a little girl's bedroom, Sherlock.

This sort of thing is frowned upon. Oh, that's a little girl's bedroom, Sherlock. This sort of thing is frowned upon. Oh, hello. Hi. Sorry we're on your roof. Just an emergency type thing. Oh. Do you have any water? This young boy needs it very urgently.

Are you Sherlock and John? We are. Yeah. Yeah, do you listen to the show? Yeah. This is weird. It is weird. It is, yeah.

Nice to meet you. Sophia. Sophia? Can I get a shout out? Yeah, that's fine. Could we get some water? If I get you water, will you give me a shout out? Yes, he'll give you a bloody shout out. Just get the water.

Okay, hold on. Here. Great, thank you. Right, there you go mate. There you go. He's drinking it. He is. He's safe. He is. He's safe. He is. He's safe now. Can I have a shout out?

Alright Sophia, I'll give you the fucking shout out. God's sake, can I get a second? Binge this adventure right the way up to part 10, now available in full, at patreon.com forward slash sherlock and car. adventure right the way up to part 10 now available in full at patreon.com forward slash Sherlock and co. The End