Sherlock & Co. - The Six Napoleons - Part One

Episode Date: March 10, 2026

COPS AND ROBBER - The fallout from The Stockbroker's Clerk was expected, but I had no idea it would be this immediate. Sherlock had us on the trail of Sebastian Moran, right after he had solved our intrusive spider issue... This episode contains technical faults. Part 1 of 4This episode contains swearing, violence, dread.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 2026.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 Sharon D. Clarke as Dame Gwen LestradeAnt McGinley as D.I Tom GregsonJasmine Kerr as Lily Paul Bullion as Sebastian Moran Adam Jarrell as Stamford Additional Voices:Thomas MitchellsJulia GreenRob DeanJoel EmeryAdam 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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Because that is a web, sir, that I do not wish you to fly into. Why not? Because of he that nestles in its centre. sharp watchful eyes, long probing legs, and deep fans, Mr Holmes with a venom. A venom that will kill us all. Hi, everyone. Things have kind of spun out of control a little bit. I'm hoping to keep the episodes regular, but we...

have a lot going on with the scale of our current cases. I think that's the best way I can put it. Something happened in this adventure. We thought we had solved in a few more things came to pass, which means for part one we don't actually get to the case. Yeah, we meet the person that brings it to us, but you'll understand what I mean when we get to the end. Welcome, sorry, welcome to the adventure of the... Six Napoleons. This is part one of four. John, John, John, you've left your microphone. What? I can't hear a word you are saying.

What exactly are you trying? My name is Dr. John Watson, once of the British Army Northumberland Fusoleer Regiment. Now, a true crime podcast that are 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 said I was coming down.

Okay, well, I can't hear that if you literally shut your apartment door. I was putting trousers on. Hello, Mikey Mike. How are you doing? Did she treat me? How are you doing this is? Give me that. What are you doing?

Get off. Out here. Where? On the street? No, leave phones behind. I was at the Savoy and... Oh, what were you doing at the Savoy? Did you spend £500 at the Savoy?

This isn't an expense claim, Mariana. What's with the bag? Just shush. I was at the Savoy meeting a somebody. I was meeting a somebody and after I was walking and there was a... statue of Michael Faraday, the statue of Michael Faraday on Savoy Place, Victoria Embankment. Right, okay. Michael Faraday, the scientist. Faraday, he showed us that electricity, magnetism and motion, they are the same phenomenon.

He demonstrated that a conductive enclosure blocks external electric fields. Cool. Yeah, I mean, good for him. This, John, Mariana, is a Faraday bag. I just bought it. That was the £500 purchase. Sorry, for a duffel bag. What the hell is wrong with you? It is a Faraday bag. It blocks all electromagnetic signals like Wi-Fi, Bluetooth, GPS, cellular, RFID,

from reaching devices placed inside. Okay, why are we doing that exactly? Everything is going inside. What? No, why? Because we are compromised, Watson. Someone is listening to us. Yeah. Yeah, hundreds of thousands of people are listening, I think.

Thank you very much. In 221A, in 221B, it... The spider is close. Watson, I can feel it. We have starved him of his means of survival. What are you talking about? Mawson and Williams. Don't you understand?

M. Remember? John Scott Eccles. You're hysteria lodge. Yes. John Scott Eccles. He said... No, I know... I know what he said. And then he was killed? Then he was killed.

Well, he died. Watson? I'm just saying. He had an aneurysm. Or have we forgotten that? We have not forgotten his final message to me. M. And now we have this man right at the top of this towering megastructure of crime, corruption, violence, murder.

And he just happens to have the surname... Moran. Sebastian Moran. Moran. Moran. M. Oh, we've done. this, mate, you thought Milverton was M.

Wrong. You did. Milverton mentioned the spider to me himself. You said we were looking for James. James M. Remember? Shot a bloke in the face right in front of our eyes? Would he do his own dirty work? We've seen from the stockbroker's clerk that firstly he absolutely would not

and secondly, he is more than happy to kill those who tamper in his affairs. Items in the bag, now. I'll do phone. I'll do laptop. But this, this is just recording noises onto an SD card, mate. Deal, everything in.

What's your plan? My plan is to follow the star. Follow the star. Shut up. What you're doing? I'm operating. Cupping a sleeping patient's breasts, Dr. Stanford. Highly inappropriate. Highly necessary, actually, for...

Oh yeah. Breast enhancement. Surgery. Now piss off. Right nipple is a little off, don't you think? Oh, for God, I'm not finished. John, don't stare. You're staring. I'm working! I won't be long. Oh, for God's sake. I put a friend of mine your way for your services. Yeah, Mr. Sinclair with the chronic facial injuries, yeah?

I have your notes on it here. Whoa, whoa, how'd you get that? Deviated nasal bones, compromised airway. Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's urgent, so you have to have that done. I'm not criticising your work. There's no need to be so defensive. Well, you usually do. So...

Heart and cheek prominence. Facial asymmetry. A fracture. Misalignment. Chin deviation. Restricted mouth opening. Restricted mouth opening. I've done this already, mate.

Peri-orbital facial scarring, fibrotic tethering of skin. And here, scarring formed in relaxed skin tension lines, highly visible in repose. Yep. What kind of scars? Uh, well, when his tension lines are flattened, there were too lewd. Scars and a... Star? Yeah.

Star... Scar? Yeah, a patterned depressed, secretricial scar. Focal, soft tissue, volume lost with dermal tethering. In what? The shape of a star? Correct, yeah.

I didn't notice that. All right, did you clamp his buckle fat down and stretch your skin under a bright light? Because I don't think I heard that bit in the man with a twisted lip. So defensive. So defensive. Shut up, all right?

I did do that. I did it. And I saw the star. Great, great. Nipples are wrecked now because I've been fiddling around with it. Just put it back on. Just, I'm trying, but you keep distracting me. Thank you for your time, Stamford. Good luck with the nipple. Yeah, thanks. Bye.

So, what? Neville had a star indentation. From a ring, Watson. Moran was lower in the ranks years ago. That was when he did get his hands dirty, humbling those that did not comply with his gang's demands. Neville being one of them. The man with the star ring has been found. Found? When? By who?

Whom? Oh, just... Found this morning. By the great detective, Sherlock Holmes. Oh, to sake. A financial diary directory 18 months ago announced the news of Mawson and Williams' new CEO, Bastian Roseman. Okay, great. Who's he?

It is an anagram, Watson, Bastion Roseman, Sebastian Morrell. So, wait, so he was using a fake name, why didn't he, when he emailed us? Because, he is ex-Army, he most likely wanted us to research the man he was, not the man he presented to be at the summit of London's dark banking empire. Bastion Roseman's piece in the industry directory showed a picture of him in his new panoramic office suite, and there he was, Watson, all six foot seven of him. Jesus. And that star upon his right ring finger.

It wasn't the only clue, however, for on his desk sat a receipt which upon very, very, very close inspection, red Bagatelli Cafe. Never heard of it. You wouldn't have Watson, unless you are a resident at One Hide Park, which features large apartments with floor to ceiling glazing, integrated smart home systems, 24-7 security presence, advanced CCTV, concierge valet, parking resident-only-only spa, large swimming pool, sauna and steam rooms, fully equipped gym, and an exclusive in-residence cafe and dining establishment. Bagatelli Cafe. Bagatelli Cafe. Oh, mate. Yes. I know.

This case is in the bag. It is in the bag, indeed. So, what do we do now? Well, Watson, we... A... This is a contained operation. Objectives are arrest and secure. Understood.

We have authority confirmed and logs. Check. Check. Okay. Warren is live. Units are in position. Stand by. No movement inside since last check. Roger there.

Stand by units either side. Put up. Mr. Moran, we have a warrant. Open the door now. Or we will force entry. Alfred behind me. Faulting entry. Fursion entry!

Wilson and Williams. Could you tell me why you share such a striking resemblance? Maybe the old man got his fair share of London skirt. Spread the Moran's seed around. And the same ring as well. That c'on's got style.

I can see why you've confused us. An associate of ours looked into this ring. It's a black Borges signet ring. Oh, wow. Save your surprise for this nugget of info, Mr Moran. I say it's a black borger signet ring. It is in fact The Black Bordia's

Signet Ring Once belonging to a well-established Italian family who had held it for over 500 years Then certainly Not long after you were dismissed from the armed forces It went missing Oh, that's a shame for them Shame for them

And now it's a shame for you Wouldn't you agree Lop that fucking gwing off your fucking face. You don't know what you fucking done. You have no idea what you fucking done. He'll come for you.

He'll come for all of you. It's not a confession, no. But if you want the man locked away for a long, long time, what he did in there is... Better than a confession? Exactly. The wrong kind of white-collar crime gets you a lot of years. Pair it with that behaviour. He's done for. So what's the next move? Because if they bail him...

No way. No. He's not getting out on bail. No? Promise? He's not going anywhere. The case is being built right now. We've got four significant witnesses coming forward. Haley Pyecroft, surely. I can't comment. Neville St. Clair? I said I can't comment, John.

Microphone. Right there. Right, yeah. Yeah. You could turn it off. No. He can, and I still wouldn't tell you. But in short, right, we've got nothing to worry about. Witness number one worked closely with Morrison and Williams for a long time.

He's got everything on this guy. Everything. Ah, so key witness is male. Enough. Thank you. We've just got to hold on earth. Make sure he stays in our system and in ourselves. Why do you say that?

Because the scale of what Moran and his mates have done, It's global. So we brought down a global banking juror group. Basically. Basically. Yeah. Give Sherlock my congratulations. Where is he? Last to saw him, he was begging just about every inspector here for more work.

Oh, for, we just brought down what is wrong with him? And then this floor is Midpolice legal services and corporate services. Sorry. What? Scotland Yard has a... corporate services department. Yeah, but not like you're thinking. They're not selling merch or anything.

It's like HR, finance, procurement, estates. Then over at Ligo. Hi. Are you waiting at the meeting? Yeah, they're my friends. They have in-house solicitors that sort of assess the police's position on something. A kind of, is that okay? Is it okay to do this?

Do we have legal footing for this case or that case? Yeah, hey, we should go and ask who's going to bring Moran down in court. Or maybe we respect the case and don't try to obtain that kind of sensitive information. You nerd. Stones and sticks. It's sticks and stones. Whatever. So, that over there will be Charlie, and that's Polly there.

They are CPS liaisons. Thrilling. Hey, you said you wanted the tour of Scotland Yard. This is the Scotland Yard I know. Yeah, I said that because I thought we'd be... you know, applauded and paraded around the whole building. Or, you know, we could have a nose in the homicide department. Or what's the robbery guys called?

Flying squad. The flying squad, exactly. So cool. Instead, bloody waving at solicitors. Hello. Okay, and back down this way. What's that way? Oh, uh, elevator. Well, let's just use that. I don't want to walk down.

Ah, you're so lazy. I'm not lazy. I'm being offered a lift and I'm taking it. Right, um, are we G or LG? Ah, G. Oh, crap, it's going up. Oh, top floor, what? This is why we take the stairs. What's at the top floor? Um, let's see on the...

Senior leadership and... Commissioner's office. Oh, God. Let's try it. It'll be just my luck, just my luck, honestly. The ping, the door's open, and she'll be right there, literally right there. What the, Gwen? Open the door. Sherlock?

Ah, you've come to provide assistance. Did I call? I don't remember calling. No, you did not call. Dame, Mrs. Ladyship Commissioner, lady... Lady... Please. No. Sherlock?

Yes, John. What the hell are you doing? She's locked me out, and I'm trying with the might of my persuasion, to get into the office of Gwendo Strad. What are you doing? I'm watching you do weird stuff, that's what I'm doing. Ah, I've got it. What are you doing?

Making a quick call. Nostrad speaking. Hello, Gwen. I was just wondering. Bug up. Hello, Gwen. How the heck are you? No. I'm great, thanks. And yourself? Sherlock, you're not getting access to the crime scene.

Why? Because I said so. Well, just say yes then. No. If you don't want assistance on this case, then just say it. I don't want assistance on this case. But I have some constructive feedback on the way the case is being handled by your officers. Oh, some constructive feedback.

Yes. Would you like to hear it? No. Please, Gwen, this isn't fair. It is absolutely fair and legally responsible. Fine, fine. What are you doing? I'm listening to you. No, you're not. You never do that.

What are you doing? Oh, I think I might just entertain myself with some cold cases. Sherlock. Cold cases where the Metropolitan Police have mishandled evidence or collapse the case due to their own negligence. I truly hope this doesn't happen with Mr. Moran. Don't do that. It's the responsibility of an upstander.

standing citizen, Gwen. Sherlock! Must go. Oh, I might look into the Ricoletti murders in 2003. No. Speak later, Gwen. Sherlock! Go, go.

Oh, for God's sake. And now, my little doctor, we wait. Two things. First thing, I'm average height, don't call me that. Second thing, we wait for what? For Britain's most powerful agent of law enforcement to crack. For her to bend to the sheer might of my will and... of my will and incalculable cunning.

Hey. Send her up. Um, who? The commissioner. She's not here. Oh. What's up? We have a problem.

Check your work email. Sherlock? Hmm? Where's the thing? The big duffel bag. The Faraday bag? Yes, my phone is still in there. Just read it from my laptop.

Oh, uh, from the victim of your incalculable cunning. would seem mate. She wishes to cave over email rather than to my face. Weak but predictable. Dear Sherlock and Co. team, it has been an honour to work closely with you this past year. Your invaluable contribution to the capture of Sebastian Moran was the high watermark of our working relationship. I thank you for your service to the Met Police and to the people of London. I have been informed, however, that my role in your media platform is inappropriate and has brought unwanted attention and scrutiny on myself and my officers. I must decline to feature on your platform for the foreseeable future.

Best Dame Gwen Lestrade met police commissioner What do we think? Perhaps she is playing... What was that term, Watson? That I nearly punched that man on the tube for using? 4D chess. I think this is... This is a long time coming.

What? How? We just solved the Moran case. A media platform. We are a massive podcast. Exactly. She... She's the Met Police Commissioner, John.

So? So, that's not okay. She can't do that. Oh, what? Help solve crime? Powerful people have sway. Okay? We literally took down a bank.

This is... I don't know. I get it. You get it. I'm sorry, but I do. But... I mean, how are we going to get access to the crime scenes we want?

No, no. She's just saying, in terms of on-mic stuff, she... What? Just... Cut the mic for a second. No! Yes, John.

Turn it off and we can talk about it, okay? We don't turn the mic off. John, the commissioner has made a request. I would like to honour that. Cut the mic. Let's talk, and then we turn it back on, okay? Seeing anything at all. We're all out of ideas, Gov.

He's let this lunatic straight to us. Good Lord, it's a poisoning. The man was poisoned with the optometrist's nightshade, you idiot. Sherlock, just watch the show. It will have twists and turns you don't expect, okay? Skip forward 30 minutes. Cometrist nightshade! Sake!

Good God, please stop. What are you doing? Sighing, dear friend, I'm sighing. Is this it, John? Is this how death escorts me through the dark tongue? of fate. If it is then so be it. My mind shall waste in a state of malnourishment. Every thought and notion will starve. My every precious wonderment in a delicate utero of incubation will go without. The nothingness descends. The quiet smothers me.

I will perish now, Watson. Tell the world I died of a broken mind. Goodbye, old friend. Oh, Archie, get off. You slobbering, fall off. Giving you to kiss a life, mate. You're welcome. Archie. Oh, you grotesque creature. Next time, Archie, you need to hold his nose, yeah?

And then fart into his mouth, because that sends the air down into his lungs, doesn't it? Yes, it does. Who's a good boy? Fine. If I can't even die in my own lounge, I shall... do so in my room. Oh Sherlock, we always get cases. Right? We're client-facing. We're on board potential projects.

You are speaking one of Marianas many languages, John. I am? Yes, corporate gobbledygook. We have access to the Met still. Okay, she just can't feature on my show. Our show. I meant our. I said I meant our.

Mm-hmm. And, I mean, she said she'd think of something, didn't she? You know, to ensure the link between private consultancy and Commissioner's office stays intact? Yes, and what preposterous ill-thought-out scheme will she come up with exactly? And when? Did Mariana let someone in? Because someone just walked up our stairs and knocked on our door? They did.

How? Ingenuity, perhaps. Or could it be a figure of authority? The image of a trusting public servant that has gained in. entry to our property by exploiting Marianas and questioning respect for such people. You think it's Lestrade? Open the door, Watson, and we shall see. Hello.

Oh, it's you. Finally, I can arrest you. Come on then. Give me your girly little hands. I do not have girly little hands. Sorry, what is going on? He's being detained. On what grounds, exactly, Lily? Under the Environmental Protection Act.

Oh, please. Odors that are prejudicial to health, or of a statutory nuisance. Well done. You farted yourself into prison. That was the dog. Ah, suspect is resisting, repeat, suspect is resisting. That radio isn't even on. Could be. Roger that, over.

Fox drop, Oscar. Ingenious as always. Goodbye, Lily. Well past your bedtime. Get off. You get off my door. Get off my hand. Your hand is on.

my door. Just stop, stop it. Sherlock, that is a police officer. That is a product of flagrant nepotism. Sorry, please come in. Thank you. For God's sake. So, I'm, uh, I don't think I was introduced in that weird sequence of events, but I'm John Watson. Lily. Lily. Lily. Yeah. D.C. Lily Lestrade. Oh. To binge this adventure in full and without ads, Go to patreon.com forward slash Sherlock and co.