The Priory School - Part Three

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For just £6 a month, binge ad-free adventures in full and have access to so much more over at patreon.com forward slash Sherlock and Co. Previously on Sherlock and Co. I'm Tom Hookstable. I am the executive head teacher at Morehill. I've become a bit of a sought after spot for the offspring of tech billionaires. One in particular, Benjamin Duke. But we enrolled just his fourth boy a couple of years ago, Saltire Duke. He went to bed at 10pm. He's not been seen since. Oh bloody hell! Sorry! Oh hello! You made me jump there. You've been in that school I bet. Sniffing around for that boy. You have no idea what they do to them up there. Footprint is facing the wall so we climb down backwards and pivot it. And finally here, it meets another shoe designed for trekking. Deep grooves, a claw-like pattern. Terrain Beast, that's the claw pattern on the bottom. That's the same as me. That's Stefan in his Terrain Beast walking shoes. Greeted master Saltire Duke. It would seem they headed eastwards. Down the hill, Mardale. Gemwalder. Hi. What is it you do for Benjamin Duke? I'm his fixer. Where do we stand? Chief suspect is a Stefan Heidegger. A teacher of German here at the school. A line of sight on Saltire's room. A grudging attitude towards the student's background. And he is missing. Blood. Sherlock. He's all over this stone I picked up and look it's... Yeah, there's more down here. Clod. Okay Archie, I take it back. You can sniff the boat now. Come on, come on. Holy shit. Everyone, we are at our final part. But please remain seated until the end of the podcast light is illuminated. I don't know where I can possibly go with this metaphor. Look, just shut up for a bit. Listen and absorb the conclusion of this fascinating case. I'll speak to you at the end. Fine out. Over and out. Bosh. Bit over the bosh thing now to be honest, but it fits with the episode doesn't it? This is where you kind of have to involve the police and I have nothing. Look, I have nothing against the police, against public servants. You know, but we got this thing to the place where we wanted it due to the competitive nature of these kinds of companies. Sure, this private investigation team. Sure. Exactly. Now, they're always thinking. Always adapting. They're fluid, right? You think about the police force. You often think about rigid policies, old workflows, permissions, all of this. Look, it works on a macro scale. Sure. But this is about moving fast. So what did they find? Turn it over. I am. What's under there, John? What's under the boat? Holy shit. More blood. Yeah. But no body. Correct? Right. Now, I'm going to remind you again. Right. Now, I'm going to remind you again that I am an officer of the law. So I want the full truth. Okay? What exactly did the three of you lot do in here? Full truth. We're private investigators. The school hired us. In the interest of discretion, I believe. For the school? For Benjamin Duke. There was a feeling. I don't know. A large-scale manhunt for a billionaire's son would have been more problematic. Problematic for who, exactly? We're not in agreeance with Mr Duke on this matter. But you still picked up the work anyway. Right. Well, Sherlock and Co. Ltd. We may have to look into an obstruction of justice against you, may we? How so? How so? You obstructed a police investigation. The police investigation began half an hour ago when we called you. Yeah, yeah. Well, there is a common law duty to prevent crime. A serious crime occurred, and you did not report it. You are referring to Saltire Duke's disappearance? Yes, I bloody am. You want to help deliver criminal justice, mate? How about you learn the laws of the United Kingdom, sir? The school and his guardian refused to raise the alarm, mate. The boy left of his own volition, and there is no statutory duty to report a missing person in the United Kingdom, sir. Give me a bloody minute. This is over. Bosch. Bosch indeed. Cock. Cock, yeah. Like cock. No, not like cock. Cock. Cock. You seem confused, Mariana. But it... cock. C-O-C-K. I know how to spell cock. I'm just... I'm... Why would you call your pup that? The fighting cock, like cock-croll. Like cock-croll? Looster. Male chicken. Oh, okay. I mean, still. Bold move, but whatever. Well, I guess people talking, I suppose. Right, come on. Once the police make their way down here, we're buggered. Someone has to be responsible for that boat. Oh, yes, here we go. Pramabooza, right in the sticks. Oh, hey, I like the beer pumps. Yeah, very nice. We are working. No, I know. I know. I'm just trying to sort of blend in. The police won't, will they? So we've got to play to our strengths. Our strengths being what? Exactly. My ability to have a pint. Hi there. I would love to try a pint of the ragged shore, please. Pinted ragged shore, yep. Lovely stuff. What are you guys after? Nothing, thank you. Oh, what? Come on, Mari. I'll take a coke, please. A coke. Great, wonderful. Coke as well, please, mate. Wins picking up. Aye, comes down through Cragill. Of course, yep. Drags all that dead wood into reservoir. Oh, is that what's floating on it? Aye, yeah. Dead wood's alright, but anything else dead and they've got a problem, haven't they? They? Aye, water company. You get a sheep or deer stumble in there, you've got contaminant, haven't you? Right. They test for that sort of thing on the outflow pipe. It's all coming through, you see. What is? Well, it's not water, let me tell you. You're nasty. Not as easy as a cattle-maker, look. Living on those steep hills, ain't high winds. There we go, pine to the ragged shore for you. Thank you. Whose boat is that? What's that now? There's a boat on the shingle, is that the water company? Oh, right, that'll be Hazy. Hazy? Aye, Ruben Haz. Lived here all his life. Where exactly does he live? I can't go saying stuff like that, can I? Do you want to hire it or something? Does he do that? Boat hires? Well, he'll do anything for a few quid. Right, yeah, well, I mean, it's a great way to see the lakes, right, to bobble along on top of them. When are you, uh, wanting it for? Uh, now? Gee, God's no chance he's taking you out now. What are we at? Ah, six. Well, can you leave him a note or something? We can hire it for the morning. Yeah, I'll do that for you. A hundred quid? Oh, ah, ooh. Surely be bang up for that. Looking forward to it. Cheers. I think I see him coming. Oh, shit. What? That's the guy with the giant dog? Your friend. He's not my friend. Definitely not my friend. Mr. Hayes? One's a quid for a boat, I must be mad. Something like that. Ah, it's you. With your little doggy. Yep. Back in Mardale, are ya? Sir, Mackleton, no? Almost. Not quite. You're from around here, Ruben, right? They said in the pub you've been here your whole life. All right. Mr. Hayes, I was just wondering with your boat, um... Oh, I don't know how to quite approach this. They say put down roots, don't they? That's what they say. Never mentioned that they could be torn out of the dirt, though. Do they? Sorry, if this is another rhododendron metaphor, I really... We have a serious situation here, Mr. Hayes. You see, in the 1600s, my family came to work on the holdness of state. Not far up the road, actually. Most of it's gone now. There's some Michelin star monstrosity in his place. But there weren't a great deal else up here. No encumbrier, no Lancashire or Yorkshire. Tell you the truth. Then you got this. Here. Slate. Slate? Aye. The mines opened up when people realised you could make a damn good roof out of slate. Turns out the storm up here can take a fair bit of weather through on that, eh? Before you know it. You're aligning factory roofs with it. Mr. Hayes, your boat. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I've got some life jackets here for you. Let me prep it. Factories and furnaces, eh? The Industrial Revolution. Bloody hell. Revolution. What do we topple? Exactly. Cleaned out the fields, the village pubs and churches, village bakeries and post offices, local smithies and butcher shops and school houses. Kids. Proper kids. I mean, not like them, like up on the hill. Gotta get a shuttle bus for 25 minutes just to get to school. When I was their age, I walked in. We all walked in, because it was two minutes down the road. Now it's a bloody air B&B. Got a jacuzzi in the back for dirty boogers, no doubt. Dirty boogers. Right. Is this in Mardoe? No. No. Mardoe was my granddad's village. And my dad's. When he were young enough. Oh, where is it? Down there. Down, sorry, down where? Down there. In the water? In the water. It were a drove. Like cattle, weren't it? From country to city. They all trudged into the factories and the workshops and the dockyards. And they... Manchester filled by the millions and they get thirsty. Dully. They bleed the waterways dry. So they come here for it. Every resident of Mardoe were kicked out. They shut the pub, bowed up the church, dug up the dead and flooded the place. Down there, somewhere, in the deep gloom, is a place people were proud to call home. A place where kids were raised, pints were had, sermons were bloody. The soul of this country is down there and they fucking drowned it. They drowned it. And for what? To flog all the steelworks and assembly plants, every yank, chine them and then god knows who else is going. To hell with it. To hell with the daytrippers and backpackers and hikers. The hiking are nothing but graves. Mr Hayes. And look who gets all the money, eh? That school full of sick bastards hungry for kiddy flesh. Hey. Mr Hayes. You can see it. You can see it when you talk to those. Their eyes flicker like serpents. I've bloody seen it. They're sacrificing them to their gods. And that's just the lucky ones. Hey, enough. Just calm down. You think I'm making all this up, don't you? But you don't know what I know. You don't see what I see or hear what I hear. Yes, I do know. You don't. I do. I don't understand it, of course, but I'm sure you'll reveal it. Well, tell me what you don't understand. Maybe I can help you out, eh? What I don't quite understand is why you have dried blood under your fingernails. Well, that's from the doggies. Well, yes, it could be because your dog discovered a body. A body of a German tutor, I believe. What did you do with the boy? He didn't do anything with the boy. Mr. Hays? Mr. Hays, do you want to take a seat for a second? No, he should answer me. Where is Stefan Heidegger? You're one of them, eh? What is it now, then? Ain't some dark sex tourism. You and all your friends want a piece, dear. Well, this ain't X-Teen's island, big lad. This is a place of moral standing. And we will fight you demons and smash out those sick fantasies with rocks between your fucking eyes. OK, that is enough. Enough. You're getting worked up, Reuben, and this would be so much easier if you would just... Patronise me, lad. Don't do it. All right? Oh, you'll end up in there. I'll ask again. You can consider your response a rehearsal for the jury. What did you do, Mr. Hays? You don't... Where is Stefan Heidegger, you crazed lunatic? Where? Martyr. I don't see it. Deadwood. A water company had detected contamination, so it would be near the reservoir wall where it pulls the water through. He said he tied it to the wood. Yeah, yeah, just keep your eyes on the dam. That's where the wind would have pushed it to. Keep going. I think I can see it. You see the floating wood? Where? There. Uh, yes, yes. It has rope tied around it. Oh, man. Oh, man. OK, OK. The outlet pipe must be down there. He's probably stuck in it. Stop. What? Stop. Stop. As best you can. Yeah, try it. I'm going to hit the wall in a sec. This is it. He'll be at the end of this. Is it heavy? It's... He's sucked into the pipe, I think. Let me help you. It's working. It's working. Keep going. Good. Oh, he put him deep down there. There's still more rope to go. Oh, it's gone slack. He's loose. The body's floating to the surface. Oh, that's him. Oh, that's Stefan. Salter! Salter! There's moths everywhere. There's a light left on this way. Salter! You idiot! We're the local police. Can you hear me? Oh, my fucking god. And they... found my son. Hiding out. In a local barn. Like he found, and this is... Think about this. This is total pitch darkness. He's just been taken out of his school by some... predator, Stefan. He gets led across these hills and more is in the dark than this local guy, this Ruben guy, attacks his captor. My boy makes a break for it. Lays low, the police find him. I mean, I think he knows, like he intuitively knows, the coast is clear, so he kind of makes himself know that... and that... yeah, that's my son. That is incredible. He is incredible. ROOPEN HAIRS We have detained ROOPEN HAIRS. The blood under the fingernails, the rock dust all over him, blood in his boat, the bite marks on the body from the deer wound and... and all that. It's... we're in no doubt that he killed Stefan and I, Degas. Was it a lawful killing? He will go on trial, and the courts will determine that, but... Reasonable force used in the defence of another. Exactly. Particularly an abducted child. I'm sure Mr Hayes will be fine. It looks like we agree with one another. One moment. Well, another... case closed. Yeah, the German teacher and his prey. And sadly, we didn't even get him. Hey, look, sick predator gets his head smashed in by local bloke. We put it together, didn't we? We got the info that Saltire was in the barn, the police, just acted on our behalf. Yeah, I know, I know. They're calling him a hero. Old Ruben and Robbie, of course, but then again, they haven't heard him ramble on about evil elite cults yet. Right place, right time. And right man, to be fair. He convinced himself there's devils around him, then one lands in his lap with a child out in the darkness. You wanna go meet Saltire? Yeah, we should, shouldn't we? But, uh... I think maybe let him... I don't know, come back to Earth for a bit. He's probably still a bit spooked. Yeah, I bet. You okay, shells? Very quiet? Hmm. I think I will take the issue of payment up with Jim. Yes, good point. Good point. If it's, you know, the big amount, like he said before. Yeah, exactly. Then I think the finance heads like you two should tackle it. I'll just go all week and start. Sure. Come on. Let's go. Goodbye, fancy school? Farewell. Tennis courts, honestly. Your school didn't have tennis courts. What, yours did? Uh, yeah. Good sake. You okay, mate? He was barefoot. Hmm? Stefan, there was no... Terrain Beast shoes. I... Yeah. No, there wasn't. I mean, we never would have found him with those things on. He would have sunk straight to the bottom. Yeah. But look, Sherlock, you know we know a lot, but we don't know everything. I disagree. I do know everything, and I'm not the only one. Sorry? He was in boxer shorts and a t-shirt, Watson. It was impromptu and unplanned? No, wait, wait, wait, thingy, Hayes might have stripped him. He said he told us everything. I know, but... And what would he gain to strip a man down to his boxers and t-shirt? And what did he do with his belongings? And why does Stefan Heidegger apparently have size 12 footprints? If he's at best a size 9? Okay. Well, this is a little enlightening, I have to say. Yes, school remains in session, my dear friends. Right, okay, but that incoming helicopter... Is what, Watson? Our paycheck. Yes, yes, it is. We were called out to rescue a child. We did so. I know we didn't find him in the barn, but we put the pieces together. Come. Where are you going? Here they are! Heroes! A band of noble heroes! Oh, guys. Hey, oh my god, I... My gratefulness is off the charts. I just spoke to Saltire. He's resting right now, I hope that's okay. He is so relieved and thankful. Processing is actually one of his key strengths. I am, I just... Wow, you've done an amazing job. Amazing. Thank you, Mr. Duke. Benjamin, please. And you're John Watson. That's right, yep. Mariana, and this is Sherlock. Hello. Good knowledge. Attentiveness. Key strength of mine. Sir, this team has worked so hard to get Saltire back. Stop it, you. And I think we can probably go through the details. Maybe... On a car, maybe. On a call. Yes, amazing idea. Amazing. Amazing. This is exactly what I required. To see you both right here, next to one another. What's that? Very pleasing. I am rather pleased with myself. You should be, man. Not as pleased as I am with you. Right, this has been... A journey. A journey. Completely. A trek. Not the kind of peace and quiet people expect of the Lake District. I'm going to keep in touch with... Reuben. And we can keep everyone up to date with his situation behind ours. For now. And the eventual court appearance. We're gonna pay for all that. We'll get him out of there. Oh, we should arrange interviews. Yeah, yeah. That's an amazing idea. Great, yeah. Yeah. Excellent. Wonderful. Tremendous. Okay, well... How do we get out with this security gate? Ah, here we are. Hello, can I just get you to sign out if you're leaving, please? Of course, Mr Wilder. Perhaps you should go first. Signing out? Yes. Leaving the school grounds. Safety measures. Rather necessary now, I'd say. Of course. Name, time in, time out, and date. Sure. Excellent. And your father. Sure. You're up. Oh, thanks. Wait, what? What the... Um, sorry, sorry. What did you...? You don't see the resemblance. That's, um... Quite the, uh, observational skills you got there. One of my key strengths, Benjamin. Ah, yeah. Good. Very impressive. Not one of Camille's children, then. What did you say? Jim Wilder here. From a previous relationship. A rather brief one, perhaps. One while you were studying over here. Is that mentioned in the book, Marianna? These skirts around it a little, but it is mentioned. I didn't realise it was such a page-turner of titl-tattle. Your services are much, uh, appreciated, but I gotta get things moving, including my son, out of here for a few weeks, so Jim, go grab a suitcase. Of course, of course. And what's his key strength, Mr Duke? Envy. Jealousy. Coercion, perhaps? So, the, uh... What was I gonna... Watson, Marianna, could you give us a moment? Yep. My phone. It's recording. Thank you. It doesn't need to get out. The truth, I'm afraid, will always, with great perseverance, flutter towards the light. It is in its nature. Jim is a dumb kid. He did some dumb shit, and not for the first time, okay? I got him under control. He took his own brother? Yeah, but he's too... He hasn't got anything in him to actually do anything about it, right? This is boys' fight for approval. That's what they do. Sultire already has it. Jim does not. It's his son? Can you believe that? Can you actually believe that? Why does he push him around and get him to do shit for him? Because he's weird about his kids. And what? Jim is just, like, doing everything for him, trying to get his approval. That is so bad. Yeah. What do you think Sherlock is saying to him? I don't know, but I think our master detective is pretty pissed off. Yeah, right. I think that flutter of a thought you mentioned is about to full-on take flight. Like some dragon and burn it all down? Speaking of burning, jeez, I cannot... I give up. No, the shoes are coming off? Yeah, just for a second. Still not breaking them in? Ah, they are stubborn, okay? Like the mighty ox. Proud and stubborn and hardy. Here they come. Oh, great. No, everyone arrives when they take my shoes off. Hiya. Hello. Right. Got the case. I'm gonna just... Oh, sorry, it's your car. Yes, just to run a few things back to one of the hotels nearby. Of course, of course. Do you need a hand with that suitcase, Jim? No, no. It's okay. Right, well, Sherlock, I hope we have an agreement. We do indeed. I'll have my finance guy reach out, if you could. Jim? Sir? Later. Absolutely. I'll be at the hotel around... Bivish, I'd expect. Boot is full, so I'm gonna have to re-jig. Sorry. No problem. Put these down here for a sec. And my gym bag. Wishful thinking. Right. Lovely. Space at last. In you go. Good work. Done. Dusted. Okay. Well, good luck, Jim. It was so nice meeting you. Our German teacher is a hero, and you wish to paint him as the villain. My kids are not responsible for that man's death. Jim did not kill him, but he is responsible. I've spoken to him. Okay. I've confirmed that's the only thing he responds to. He ran. The moment Heidegger attacked him and rescued the boy. Of course. He's a pussy. Heidegger led the child home along the way. And Mr. Hayes caught him. Half naked. Boy in tow. You wanna go defend that in court. I wish you all the luck in the world, buddy. But hey, if you do, that's a lot of money you're throwing away. You know what this is? Zero. It's an extra zero. For your fee. There we go. Now he gets it. I'm gonna go get him. I'm gonna get him. There we go. Now he gets it. Bye, mate. Take it easy. Will do. Let me just put these bits and bobs back in the boot. It's like Tetris, isn't it? Can't forget the shoes. Oh, wait. Oh, sorry. They're yours. Not my ones. Must be on the back seat. Great shoes, aren't they? Yeah, the best. Right. Well, Sherlock. So good to properly meet you. I feel like we're just properly meeting you now, Jim. Huh. Do you? Yes. Interesting inscription you left on the book to your half-brother. This book is the key to understanding it all. Or would that be exactly, Jim? The cruelty of the inheritance plan that cut you out. That's not... I didn't write that. I assure you you did. The handwriting matches the security sign-out details you just provided. I'm... not... not quite sure I understand. Yes, and I didn't for quite some time, but now I can certainly understand why an impressionable young boy would exit his dorm for his kindly older brother. Nothing happened. Nothing? Nothing happened? You kidnapped your enriched, favoured younger brother. A boy given a life you could have only dreamt of, only to drag him halfway across the hillside and be chased away by a half-naked German tutor. I did not. No, you did not kill him. But somebody did, and it was all because of you. And if you'd had it your way, what exactly would have happened? You would have killed Saltire. No! What then? Ransom? No, I... I just wanted... You will want for many things where you are going, Gin. Please. No. What... What's gonna happen to me? What's gonna happen to me? Let's just say... I wouldn't want to be in your shoes. You're... Oh, this is such shit! Um, aren't we gonna go after him? We shall. When? Exactly. I think we'll let the podcast speak for itself. I'll remind Gwen to give it a listen. Sherlock, he is getting away. Yes, and we're getting paid in the next three to five business days. And I wouldn't want to jeopardise that right now. See, I think justice might outweigh payment. As painful as that is to admit. And I agree. But it would be nice to take out the billionaire too, would it not? Only the full story will do that. Class is dismissed. Right, and we disconnected the gas homes just in case. Yeah, and the fire pits are nice and clean too. Oh yeah, and we didn't know what to do with the sheets. We can solve those. We can solve those. Great. Fantastic. Have you enjoyed your stay, have you? Yeah, in the caravan. Actually, you know what? I was a bit sceptical at first, but I think there's something about it that really makes you connect with your surroundings. Hey, hold on. You need to pump out your toilet waste. Right. Just move. Actually, I'm carrying litres of piss here. Please move. Right. Just connect the pump. And here we go. Ah, ah, no. No, gross. Gross. Ah, the fucking shoes. Ah, these are not, not waterproof. I can feel that in my sock. Oh, for God's sake. Okay, here is what's happened since we sent this adventure to Benjamin Duke's team. They ignored it. We chased, ignored, chased again. And then he finally just put out a statement on his son, Jim Wilder, on the character assassination of Stefan Heidegger, and he says he will accommodate the authorities in any way he can. So that's good. Then the German chancellor himself here just tweeted that he wants recognition for Heidegger's heroic efforts. I couldn't agree more. I will keep you guys posted on that, but it looks promising. Not if you're Benjamin Duke or Jim Wilder, but they can do one. Bye.