For just six pounds a month, binge ad free adventures in full, and have access to so much more over at patreon.com forward slash Sherlock and Co. Sherlock told me not to let him out of my sight. We saw a torchlight didn't they? In the distance? Where? By the basketball hall. Henry Henry, stop, stop right now, Chan. I don't want you to come. She doesn't want you to come. Ruggleston in tonight, 9pm, come alone. What are you doing? Letting you go. Sure? Mm-hmm. Yeah, I should have just followed your heart. Exactly that. Have a good night. You haven't seen Mariana anywhere, have you? Ah, okay, great. Where is she? I don't know. Okay. Yeah. Join the club. What do you feed out there with these? Isn't the pony? Why is your lot of obsession with this exactly? Nothing to sabble through the bloody night. Overay, me asking an innocent question. Oh, do be quiet. Yeah, right back out your rosemary. I know it's you. I know it's you. Crying all night. How about you let me get some sleep? Let's say, oh, the second you hear this, I'll never sit foot upon the mor again. Oh, shit. Handy Handy Henry! Henry, are you out here? Come on, come on, come on. Henry! Frank, Frank, I need a lift to the pub. Frank, Frank Rosemary, I know you're here. I can see your stupid bedroom light on. Just answer me. Hello? Hey, open the door. Open the door. Who do you think you are, boy? Frank, no, for goodness' sake. That's too much bloody yelling in this house. I'm sick after death of him. Oh, oh Frank, get off your way of Wanker. Put the gun down. Please, Frank, please put it down. Why ain't gonna shoot him? What am I gonna do? Flip it, bro, it's art. What are you doing in here? Rosemary, I know you've been crying and I said to you I explicitly asked you... Shut your bloody mouth! Oh Jesus Christ, Frank! Bro, shut, don't kill. We're gonna take damn near all that skin off your face. Hmm, eh, maybe I'll have the keeper's dogs come drag you out. You're being so much pain, you'll be begging me to twist your neck. That's enough. Get out of my house. Yeah, gladly. Hey, let's take that dosy sparris cow with ya. Henry! Henry! Henry! Henry basketball! Merrill Stapleton, hello! Oh, geez. Merrianna! So look. Mary. Who's that? Hello? I can hear you. I just come out, please. I'm lost and Henry is that you? Look, I don't know who you are but I really need your help. Just... what is your problem? How? Did you just throw? What did you throw? What did you throw? I'm Braille. Ah, hilarious. Okay, come on, let's fuck. You know, I can follow you too. I can follow you right back, mate. Yeah, how do you like it? Hey? You're a coward. You're a... Ah, ha, ha, ha. Looks like I found out where you've been hiding. Come out. I can see you in there. What's wrong, mate? You need your umbrella back. I hope the old outhouse crumbles on top of you. You have a chance to come out now and explain yourself. I am giving you that chance. Three... two... one. You. I think... I am. I think I knew you were... out there. You're the... A man on the moor. Yeah. I know you may feel angry that I have once again. I'm really fucking glad you're here. Me too. I've never been more glad to see anyone in my entire life. I'm four more astonished. Yeah, that too. How did you know to come out tonight to track me down? I was struggling to understand the... the whole case and this stupid place is driving me crazy. So I thought I'll go back through. Right? You always say I see, but I don't observe. So I thought I'd go back through my recordings and maybe the edit will enlighten and do it. It did, mate. It did. Well done, Watson. You look very tired. Coming from a man who looks like he's been sleeping in an old barn. I have to be near the action. But free to come and go as I please without causing alarm. I wish you had just... just what? Been here. Been here. May this... I'm going nuts. Mariana is ill or AWOL? Mariana is serving a purpose that will suit you. I saw it. Sherlock. I saw it. Saw what? I saw the thing. The thing. Please don't let me say it. It would help somewhat if you did. Can't you deduce what I bloody mean? You do with everything else. Oh, Watson. You fancy beans on toast for lunch. Oh, Watson, you saw a beautiful woman on the tube. Well, Watson, you... The hound. Yes, the hound. I saw it. I saw it. I saw it. I saw it. I saw it. I'm having trouble... ...dessurning... ...certain things that... ...whether a bloody mind virus got Mortimer has got me. Either, either. Either that or the... ...you know, what's John? The impossible. It's either that or the impossible. I never said a giant hound was impossible. I said it was unlikely. I'm not talking about her. The voice on the wind. I have heard her too. Yeah. Look at me, John. Yeah. We make sure Henry is safe. Then we find... ...whatever we find out there. Okay, okay. Okay, yeah, he's... ...Henry is out on the moor somewhere. He's at the Rugglestone Inn, is he not? They wouldn't even be open anymore. It's like... ...it's late, late. The note from Miss Stapleton. Let me see. Good observation. There you go. I've been closer than you think. This hand-draighting. Yeah, I'm sure you have been bloody closer than I think. Which is exactly why you should have just come on the trip with me. Oh, I did. You just didn't know I was there. But more importantly, nobody else knew. And that... that matters why? Because Alkeniving, shoe-stealing, hat-nicking bearded man... ...gave a name to his cab driver Watson. Sherlock Holmes. He said he was Sherlock Holmes. Why I didn't come? Because... he knew who you were? Exactly. He wouldn't let his guard down if I were in attendance. So you think... the suspect, whoever they are, have... ...what been... to relax? Indeed. How do we end this? Sherlock, how do we get this guy? Because this... This is Scout-a-gun, to me, mate. I can't see. It's just a... ...hale storm of clues and weird shit and non-clue attack. Our attack will come Watson. But right at this moment we remain in a defensive crouch. We must protect Henry. Where are we going? To the high ground, we need to overlook the pathways to the Ruggleston and to Merri Pit House. We may even pick up his trail before something else does. Henry! Henry! Henry Baskerville. Just in case there's another Henry, yeah. We're almost at Merri Pit House. Henry would have had to take this path. She's not going to bring him back to that house, is she? The family home? If not, I fear he may have wandered through the Grimp and Maya. I can't... well, I can't see this little light. I'm not sure if I can see this. I'm not sure if I can see this. I can't... well, I can't see this little light from here. Do you want to investigate? No. We will speak to the Stapletons first. We... What... what... what is it? A footprint of... ...Henries? No. What Henry's door... Oh my God. Monsters Watts. It's... Monsters. Monsters Watts. Monsters Watts. Monsters Watts. Monsters Watts. Monsters Watts. Monsters Watts. Monsters Watts. Monsters Watts. Monsters Watts. Monsters Watts. Monsters Watts. Monsters Watts. Monsters Watts. Monsters Watts. Monsters Watts. Monsters Watts. Monsters Watts. Monsters Watts. Monsters Watts. Monsters Watts. Monsters Watts. Monsters Watts. It's a Sherlock. Sherlock. He was just... We ran down from Sherlock. Hey, come in. Come in, Joel. No, I... we were talking. It's a D-Gam. Thank you. Thank you, Barrel. Hi, mate. It's me. Lost you back there. I don't know if you've got a signal. Barrels. Yeah, I'll wait for you here. Any response from him at all? No. No. Right. He's here. I just met with him and we were just sorting out our plans to track Henry down. So... Barrel, what did Henry say in the pub? You're soaked. Yeah, Frank chucked me out of the house. You're a real hole. Yeah. Prick pointed a gun at my face. Now, I wonder if his wife has been crying all night. And the light... They keep switching that light on and off and on and off. They're sending messages to someone on the more... A light blinking back. Blink, blink, blink in the night. These two lights messages. Think about it. Frank trains dogs. He trains dogs. Doesn't he? Hounds. Right. John, I hope you don't mind. I've called a friend of mine. So it's come help? Yes. Something like that. Are they police? No, they're... They're a rather eminent doctor of psychology as a matter of fact. Right. For Frank. For... For you. What? Beryl informs me that... Well, you have been hearing a sort of... Phantom voice... On the wind. How did you know that? I didn't... Who told you that? Oh, right. Is that all you and Henry had to talk about back in Pixieland? Eh? Wow. What chemistry? That's not what... Won't she pillow talk you two? Hey! Jack. Yes. Yes. I apologise. No, it's okay. I'm sorry, too. We weren't talking about you, honestly. Beryl is fine. Don't apologise. That's on me. Sorry. Sorry, yes. Oh, bugger. Sorry, I'm so wetty. Don't worry, I'll get it. Sorry, actually, Beryl. Can you just hold the mic? Of course. Jack, could you... Could I want? Did you have some paper towels or something? No, I can get those, John. No, sorry. I'm just... I'm really protective about the mic and you're keeping it dry, so... No problem at all. Two ticks. Thanks, Jack. The hell is going on? What do you mean? You know what I mean. You left the message. Beryl, on my mic, you left the message. I was really hoping you just... Just what? Hear it and... and please... If I'm asking you first, what is going on? Please. Just go to Baskerville Hall. Get to Henry and... go! It's not at Baskerville Hall, Beryl. What? Henry is not there. There, he left. Where did he go? He went to meet you. What are you talking about? Why is he not safe, Beryl? Why? The Hound. Right, how? Clean up Operation Part 2. Take this. You're necklace. Take it. You'll understand when you see nothing. I'll take this. I need a car. A car? John, everything all right? Where are you going? John, John, now hold on a second. Thank you, Mr. State. John, what the hell do you think you're doing? Sherlock, I know I'm not crazy, so stop bloody pissing around. You know where I'm going? The light upon the moor. Stapletons have a map, and Jesus, a map... ...on their wall. The light is coming from cleft. Tor will be there in five. Come on, come on, come on. Sorry, cows. Oh, man, sheep. Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on. We go. What's...no! No, no, no, no, no, get... Oh, shit. Come on, come on, come on, come on. Get out of the damn... Oh, God's sake. So... Oh, fine, a run, a bloody run. Shitting out. Sherlock, I'm nearly at cleft torque. I can't see the light right now, but when you get there, be quiet. Be quiet. Who are you talking to? Sherlock, I'm talking to you, you idiot. Where are you? Come, Watson. We're nearly at the top. Where'd you go? I told you. Told me what? I told you it would not be advantageous to our investigation for my presence, too. What? That's what I said. When exactly did you say that? In the office at 2-2-1-A Baker Street, I express my fear. Oh, for goodness. Just run. Fine. Fine. Okay, we're here. We're here. This is the spot. See, you can see the light. Yes. Goodness, you're right, Watson. We've a certain message coming from Baskerville Hall. Top roof. It's light. On, off, on, off. And there's a light that comes back from here. I swear on my life, honestly. Then we must hold this position. And we'll discover. Wait, stop, stop, stop. What? There's a torch here, someone. Shit, someone must have heard us. Perhaps it was the deafening rev on a V8 engine and a man shouting, shitting hell. Sherlock, I merely pointing out that your suggestion for me to be discrete was a little hypocritical. Stop. What do you mean, stop? You're the one that's waffling on. Have you caught yourself? No, don't. Don't. So, well, holy shit. Where, what the... The torch. Give it to me. Coat it in blood. Oh, my God. It's everywhere. I'm stood in it. The puddle of it. It's all over the rocks. It's someone fall on these. No. What is that? A severed arm. Jesus. Who's a hum? Sherlock. Follow the trail. Wow, I'm so fled. You see? The marks here. Streaks and smudges of blood that gouging of dirt and grass. Done that way. Tried carefully, Watson. We'll do that. I think we've... We've got some, I'd say, testons here. And... I see why. Why? The footprint of a gigantic hound. But where's the victim? The victim. Cumbered down these rocks. Half mutilated. Blood pouring out of them in a torrent. Their body breached, torn out. Just remembered. Until finally. You've beat it. And... No. Who is that? No. No, no, no. No, no, no, Henry, Henry! Move away Watson. No. We don't know. This is... The face is half-cuses. This is Jack's. No, no, no. Oh, sorry. I'm so sorry, Henry. John. John. I let him go. I let him go and he died. 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