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. And much, much more. That's patreon.com forward slash Sherlock and Co. I mean, it's fast. Well, come on, Sherlock says we should talk with the Barrymore's. I'll guess this place is yours now then. I could look with it. Rosemary's your staff. And not you. I'm the underkeeper. You're a good shot. Who's my job? Oh, that not in Hill Murderer, but I hope he doesn't come around this way. Look at your face. You must be a Rosemary. You never heard from me, Sherlock, because of the internet situation. There's someone out there. The man on the moor. I need you to slow down. This fog is... I can't see two feet in front of me. They're probably like lights for hikers and tourists and stuff and cheers to an incredibly beautiful woman. Is that you? Morning, are you okay? Sick. Oh, I feel so, so crap. I'm gonna go back to bed, I think. Mariana, there was a woman in this house bawling her eyes out. Well, it wasn't me. Well, seeing as you haven't had a peek inside, I'll show you this storage chest. Check this out. That's the girl from the pub last night? Goodness me, look at this. What? John Watson, wowee. And your? Jack Stapleton. And you? This is Barrow, my sister. Sister. They're watching Frank and Rosemary. Mariana, we're heading out. Dinner at a posh manor house. Go back. It's not safe. Go back to London. Piercing yellow glow of eyes of giant fangs. Hello? Who are you? Who are you? What do you want? Mary? Mary! Mary! Mary! Mary! No. Help me! Somebody help me, please! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. There you go, John. Thank you, Jamie. Do you want a snack? Do you want a stronger drink? Do you want a cry? Yes, please. Thank you. You saw it. I did, yeah. It was glowing, Jamie. Its eyes, its teeth. I know. I know. Have you seen it, too? At the window. And I've heard the stories. Sure, yeah, the stories. Is Henry okay? I don't know. I went out by myself. Why? Because I'm going bloody insane, I think. I don't know. I just... Do you want me to call Sherlock? John, do you want me to call Sherlock? What? We can call him. You've got a signal? Yeah. I live here, John, not in a crumbling mansion but in an actual cottage with internet. Ah, ah, please. Yeah, can I, can I do that, please? Of course. I might, my, um, the water's a bit hit and miss at basketball hall, can I, can I have a shower, too? Is that okay? I'll put the water on. Thank you, mate. Thank you. Ah, right. Um, alright, Wi-Fi. Wi-Fi. B, B, X, Y, S, 1. Ah, there you are. What? Great, thanks mate. No, no message at all, assuming. I guess you must know about the signal, yeah. Oh, shit. Shitting, shitting, shitting. Come on, Sherlock. Um, let's, um... Hello, Sherlock. It's me. Long time no, well, long time no speak by our standards, eh mate? Probably the longest we've gone without talking in the last two years. It's bloody day, I know, but, uh, you know, I thought you'd be up via leaning and all that. Um, look, I think we should have a chat, a meeting, touch base, as they say, regarding the case, the client, and, um, yeah, could do it some, uh, words of wisdom. So, um, yeah, try any one of us when you get this, me, Henry, Mariana, um, then failing that, Jamie, he has internet, so, yeah, um, okay, well, I hope your London case is going well, and, yeah, catch up soon. Um, bye mate, bye, bye. Bye. Calder, you've reached the answer phone of Mary Morstan. You're losing it, mate, you're losing it. It's nice to have the company. Ah, yeah, rural life gets lonely, I bet. No, what this place is doing to you? It's nice to know it wasn't just me. Sorry if that sounds selfish. No, no, um, yeah, I get it. Are you seeing things, hearing things? Um, well, the thing I saw has been well documented. But, yeah, hearing, uh, hearing something. Is it the howls, the death cries out there? What is it? It's something impossible. Try me. It's the voice of someone I... Loved. Yeah, yeah, she's dead. Past, she died last year, um, about a year ago this week, actually. Mary? Mary Morstan? Yeah, how do you know? Long time listener, first time client. Oh, hey, can I use your, um, your laptop to just do some admin bits? Of course. The phone battery's... John, it's fine. Anything you need, okay? Police on the way? What? Did you call them? No. Why? The lights out there flashing. Up on Clef Tor, yeah. What's that? Just, uh, well, a, a tor, a granite outcrop. Yeah, but there's, there's two of them out there flashing. No, the, the one way over there as well, you mean? Yeah. That's Baskerville Hall, that one? No. It is, yeah, it's, you see, the top floor, the dormer window. Right, someone must be up. No, it's been like that for weeks. Later at night, these flashes go back and forth. For weeks? Mm-hmm. They don't, I, I don't think they do, because... They do, John. Well, I would have seen them. I think your room face is this way, doesn't it? Yes. I suppose it does. No, no, but I've, I've been in the house at night. There's no lights on. Well, it's at the top, top of the house. Watch. Who's doing that? I don't know. You should sleep. No, I want to, um... The internet can wait, John. I think... Jamie. Please. I said, I can see something now. Well, what? Bloody what? Just point your phone over there. Ugh. Where? There. At the top. I can't see anything, and what am I supposed to be looking at? Because I can't... Don't... Move. Good. God almighty. Shh, shh, shh. Wait. It's coming for us. It's coming, it's coming. Oh, oh, oh. You're going to get hurt. I'm going to get hurt. I'm going to get hurt. I'm going to get hurt. Jamie. No way. God almighty. Shh, shh, shh. Wait. It's coming for us. It's coming, it's coming. Jamie. What time is it? Uh, 3am. Weird. Time for a visitor. Yeah. Um... I'll, um, I'll come down with you. Thanks. We're now looking for you. Hi, Frank. Hi, Hatcher. I said, I can see something now. What? Well, what? What? Bloody what? What? Just point your phone over there. Shh. Don't move. Shh, shh, shh. Wait. Okay. It's coming for us. It's coming, it's coming. It's coming, it's coming. Morning. Hey, great fire. What are you doing, darling? You see my jacket? My, my dad's jacket? I, I can see something. In my whiskey fuel days, I put it somewhere. How are you feeling? Hangover from hell? I don't see anything, and... John? I'm just going to be looking at it. Because I... Oh, hey, you got internet. I downloaded it at Jamie Mortimer's house. At Jamie Mortimer's house? Mm-hmm. What is that? It's coming for us. Wait. What were you doing at Jamie's house? I was running away. From that? Can we rewind this, sec? Yeah, sure. Not going to make it any less real. Not the clip, the situation. What's going on? What did you do last night? Where's Mariana? I don't know. She's not in her room. Jesus Christ. Who made this video? It hasn't been made, Henry. It is a visual account. Someone hit record, then they hit upload, mate. An upload of... Of huge glowing eyes and fangs. Exactly like the account said. Exactly like Jack Stapleton said. Henry, what are you doing at night? What? What are you doing? Are you up? With the light on? It... here? Am I awake here at night with the light on? Yeah. No. No, I'm not. Right. Sure. Okay, fine. What is going on? Did you go out last night, like in the middle of the night? Yeah. Why? Because I heard something. What did you hear? John? John? Are you pissed off with me? Are you leaving? Yes, with you. With you? So where? To see her. Apparently, you made the plans. I'm just the bodyguard. Come on, chop, chop. That's what they call it. They do? Pixieland. This place is actually called Pixieland? And are these for sale or...? Just the things in the gift shop, I think. This is their clothes in for the winter. For the Pixies to rejoin their folk on the moor and help the farmers to protect their cattle. So much for mischievous little creeps. Maybe I judged them too early. The farmers befriended them. The visitors don't try, so... So they play tricks. Lead them astray. Is our resident storyteller enchanting you, Mr. Baskerville? I fear she might be doing just that, Jack. She has a gift, my sister. Through this way. Speaking of gifts, I was just asking about her necklace, Jack. A beautiful thing, isn't it? Amazing. Very striking. You're a good brother. Am I? You got it for me. I mentioned that to Henry earlier. Of course I did, of course. From your jet setting days. Yes, yes. I certainly picked up an exotic thing or two back there. I hope you're talking about jewelry, Jack, you dirty dog. Yes, very, very good. Did you guys grow up here on Dartmoor? No. No, well, there was boarding school sort of wedged in there somewhere. Right. Very British. Was yours international barrel? My school. Yes, yes, hers was. Mine wasn't. She got sunshine and exotic languages all around her. I got drizzle and rugby practice. Right, because you've got the complexion. I do, yeah. Our mother was darker. Darker tone, I'd say. We got a couple big international schools in Toronto, and you get this kind of global accent that just stews there, you know? Like French and British and American and Middle East and China, all this, all goes into one pot, one expensive pot. But yeah, your voice reminds me of that. Oh, right. No, I like it. It's worldly in a place that's so... Hidden away? Right, yeah. Yeah, yeah. Long story short, I like your necklace. Thank you. Jerk, I was going to ask, is it always like this with the butterflies? Well, first a warm summer and now a bit of floral flush with the gorse and heather, of course. But this kaleidoscope is multi-species. Some non-native. Dartmoor's uplands are ideal as a sort of my gore. As a sort of migration stopover. A little service station. Yes, exactly. On the insect motorway. This one is my favourite. Your favourite butterfly? You have a favourite butterfly? I mean, of course. The black swallowtail. Yes. She's not native to here. She doesn't mean to be here either. Just an accident caught on the wind. Swept up in a current from the Mediterranean. What's it called again? The black swallowtail. Well, it's a papilla macan. Old world swallowtail. The expert has spoken. Mm-hmm. I own one. Have done for a few years. You own one? It's dead. It's preserved. That is my profession, of course, to catch a fish. To catch, house and study these beautiful things. It would be a shame to let it back out into a wilderness. It doesn't understand. Into a landscape it cannot navigate. So I retain her until the end. And maybe all these beautiful colours and strangers of nature coming to these parts. Maybe they're the inspiration for the Fixies. Maybe. You don't seem so convinced. I think it is you, Henry, that requires convincing. You're right about that. I fear we may be losing our Henry to this enchantress, John. Yep. Yep. Perhaps we had down the Rugglestone, you and I, at these two talk of their elves and fairies. John could do with a drink, right bud? Uh, I'm supposed to stay with Henry, so... John. Sherlock told me not to let him out of my sight. Well, fair enough. We could all go, couldn't we? Well, we'll probably meet you there. We've just got to check something out. Investigation wise, right, Henry? Right. I'm saying you've gotten the way of me and her. I'm not saying you're in the way of the investigation. John! What, Henry? Can you see why I'm annoyed? Henry, in my list of priorities, you shagging barrel Stapleton is down there with finding your shoe, your hat and your bloody jacket. I don't care. Yeah, see, that's a problem. That makes me not care. Not care about what? About this stupid dog. What are we even doing here? We've come to ask some questions. About what? About the stupid dog. You're John, then? And you are Niall. Well, come in. We've lived here for a couple of years, haven't we, Al? Nearly three. Yes, yes, nearly three. My, my. And just to clarify, you were hiking in the middle of the night on the 19th, is that right? Not hiking, no. In the video, you sort of seem to be traversing near Baskerville Hall? No, so, yeah, we were, we are part of the committee. Sorry, sorry. And what's the committee? Ten chores. I'm just going to need this explaining, if that's. What were you doing out near my property the night my uncle died? That's what he's asking. Thank you, Henry. Sorry, who is your uncle? Are you serious? You've lived here nearly three years. I'm Henry Baskerville, my uncle was Sir Charles Baskerville. At Baskerville Hall, right, yes, of course. Yeah, that's right. Sorry, you too. The famous good manners of the Canadians having a day off, it seems. Ten chores is a major event. It's a two-day annual expedition organized by ourselves at the Committee of the Dark More Trust and the British Army, thousands, thousands. Yes, the thousands of teenagers take part in the hike from tour to tour, but can be rather treacherous. We've had fatalities over the years, I'm afraid to say, rivers, rock falls, mire. Yes, I'm familiar with Grimpen Moir. Oh, yes, exactly, exactly. That's a place in question where we have to know that in low light or no light due to this being a two-day event, that we have to know that it's safe for the students. Okay, myth, numero uno cracked, it wasn't the Pixies, it was you guys. And who made the video of the CGI hound? Henry, sorry, what? Grimpen Moir, it has those lights that glow in the fog, right? It does, yes. You put those down? Well, thanks for that, you probably saved us. Um, not our work, actually. Oh, okay. Mommy? I don't know. Oh, sure. Sure. Anyway, I appreciate our work can seem rather boring, but it is simply safety wreckies and appraisals before the committee meetings, you know. If we do the work in the depths of winter, we don't get an accurate reflection of ground quality around the time of the expedition in spring, so we do it now. Right, I see. So, did this make it into your appraiser? God almighty. It did not. Wait, the only black hound with glowing eyes and teeth seems a safety hazard to me. They omitted it. Who's they? The committee. Why? Because they didn't believe us. So you released it online? That's right, yes. Did you monetize it? Monetize? Do you make money off these kinds of videos, Nile? No, Henry. What? What did you see that night, guys? We... We were in the hills above Baskerville Hall estate. Firstly, for the tin mines, they still have openings, access points all over there. We have to assess them for safety. And arsenic, right? There's arsenic in those things? Well, yes, but you'll note it's all permanent now. That yellow residue on the walls and floor means that the arsenic has been extracted. Right. Okay. We were also plotting the routes through the mire for our maps. And we saw a torchlight, didn't we, in the distance? Where? By Baskerville Hall. Where exactly by Baskerville Hall? Oh, um... What do you think, Anne? It was approaching the front gate, I think. Yeah, yeah. From what direction? From the house? From the drive? No, no, no, no. It was coming from the east, off the Tavistock Bridal Way. Could you make out who was holding the torch, the flashlight, the torchlight? Well, we thought it one of ours. So we tried to signal, no response. And we headed over as we could take that route back to the car park and, you know, head home. We began our walk over and it wasn't long until the torchlight vanished. I take it it didn't reach the driveway of the house? No, it was switched off before, but I know that house, they would have had to loop round the front gate or climb the driveway wall. Yes, yes they would. So the stranger with the light disappears? Mm-hmm. And we decide to walk down towards the house anyway, just to meet the road. And then, um, then we saw it, didn't we? Yes. Yes, we did. Have you seen much since? You guys are out there a lot, right? A man. Yeah. Us too. He's been in some of the old agricultural buildings and it's not safe that they're falling to bits, but a few people have seen him moving in and out of those, apparently. I saw him on Hound Tor. On the Tor itself? Yes, just stood there. What did he look like? It was just his silhouette against the sunset, really. Um, Tor, long coat, just fixed in position, observing something. Yeah, sounds like the one I've been seeing. I suspect my man on the moor is your man on the Tor. Mm. Mm, maybe. So what do you think this thing is? A wolf? A wolf. You say a hound, but what are we talking exactly? Big? A big one? So Great Dane, Newfoundland? Great Dane. I know the video doesn't do it justice, sir, but maybe my forearm does. What is? Is there a bite? No. Shivers. Me too. Look. Great Dane. A Newfoundland, and a damn dire wolf would not elicit this reaction. No. It would not keep my wife and I awake at night, nor would it drive us near mad. Do you understand? Thank you both for your time. A light. A light. In the darkness, the lights on the moors. First that beacon that shone out from Baskerville Hall every night. Yes, speaking, communicating, but then our visitor to the grounds on the night of Sir Charles's death. One single point of light, then gone. But we do at least have it Watson, that single point of light. And like the glints and glows in the fog of Grimpenmire, it can guide us towards truth. Hello listeners. I'm still here physically, if not mentally, it would seem. Feeling a bit more invigorated. I mean in terms of the case after speaking with Nile and Anne, just had a constant voice in the back of my head. Just permanent. What are you doing here? What have you actually done? What are you even trying to do? And it's... Yeah, I have a person. A light-wielding individual out at night near the property when Sir Charles dropped dead. I also have a hound, unfortunately. That does however mean I get to call out Carol Watson on her promise to me 30 odd years ago that there's no such thing as monsters. So yeah, wrong Carol. Wrong about Liz Truss, wrong about this. But anyway, yeah. But my friends, who is the late night wanderer? And what connection do they have to Sir Charles's death? That still needs... Yeah, still needs figuring out. And... I came back to the house trying to work out where that night light is coming from and... And the light is from where the Barrymore's stay. Top floor. East wing, right where Jamie told me Sir Charles can find himself to. Looks like the Barrymore's are moving up in the world after the old man's death. Upgraded to the master suite, it would seem. So yeah, just back at Sir Charles's storage chest where Henry got his jacket. I remember Jamie said to me when we first met that Sir Charles, before he died, was going to go to London to meet with a solicitor. Right? It's... Right. Wait. It... Um, sorry, I'm pausing just because this paper is not like the others. Everything else is legal and deeds and accounts. This is a letter. If you're reading this, then I have just left. We have reconciliated and I have a part of me back again. Know that I don't want anything from you, but you. It's time to stop apologizing to each other and make the most of what we have left and forget what we lost. LLXX. LLXX. LLX. Can't be a... Yeah, can it? Roman numerals for... No, can't be LLX50. No, can't look it up. Sake. Yeah. Mariana? Mariana? I mean, you're not asleep already. It's only eight, mate. Are you... Are you kidding me? Mariana! What? What is going on? What is actually going on? Well, once again, my apparent colleague and companion who is supposedly ill is gone. I really have had just... Hey, hello! Hey, hello! Henry, Henry, stop, stop right now! John, just leave it, okay? You're not going out there. I'm going for a drink with my new friend. Your new friend? Barrel. Okay, I'm coming. No! Yes? I don't want you to come. She doesn't want you to come. You don't know that. Actually, I do know that. You don't? I do. It's right here. Ruggleston in tonight, 9 p.m. Come alone. No, this is... This is what? This is bollocks. Just... Look, I get it, okay? I get it. But can you just go to Jamie's tomorrow and call Sherlock? Just get him to figure this out. Henry! You're floundering, man! You're floundering. I'm not! You're walking these floors in the middle of the night, shouting out for people, women, sobbing, hounds, and... Okay, I saw it. And you heard that girl of yours too? Is that what you're... Am I supposed to, you know? I'm sorry, that's cruel. I didn't mean to... It's just... That's where you maybe just need to check in with yourself. It's important that you do that. What are you doing? Letting you go. Sure? Mm-hmm. Why exactly? Because a year ago, I was in your position. Somebody came into my life and I had people holding me back and... Yeah, I should have just... Followed your heart. Exactly that. You have a good night. You too. And... Take a break. Okay? Sleep. Yeah. Henry! Yeah? The whiskey? Kitchen cabinet, next to the sink. A toast. To... John Watson's mind and mental well-being. Look forward to being reunited with you really soon. Hopefully. Man. God almighty. Shit! Oh, that bastard. Can I help Rosemary? Oh my god! Sorry, sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to make you jump. Let's just, um... Yeah, let me help you with those. Good job it's Tupperware. Not porcelain or glass. You haven't... Oh, let me just get that one too. You haven't seen Marianna anywhere, have you? I have. Ah, okay. Great. Where is she? Don't know. Okay. Yeah. Join the club. What do you feed out there with these? Is it the pony? What is your lots obsession with this exactly? Sorry. Why is it? Do I have a big fucking label on my forehead that says please ask me all about my food containers? You... don't have that note. Then why are you all asking about it? Just... making conversation. Oh, I can see why Londoners don't say a bloody word to each other if that's considered a conversation. Rosemary. Rosemary, can you come here a second? I won't be doing that, thank you. Rosemary, good night. Yeah, sorry I upset you. Nothing to cry about, I hope. Nothing to sob all through the bloody night over, me asking an innocent question. Oh, do be quiet. Yeah, right back at you, Rosemary. I know it's you. I know it's you crying all night. How about you let me get some sleep? Rot... Rosemary. God. Well, seeing as you haven't had a peek inside, I'll show you this storage chest. Check this out. Wow. Lot of stuff. A ton of papers, but this... this is what I want. Oh, tweed jacket, nice. And you are uploaded and into the folder. God, this is gonna be a big adventure. What recording are you? Amazing. It's a mine, right? Oh, oh, mine, not a carry. That's right. What's a day mine? Mine. Ten. And then later, arsenic. I know that because I was pretty creeped out about arsenic being a poison. Amazing. This is on basketball land, too. They're everywhere. Not many entryways, but they kind of have lots of labyrinths underground all across here. That's why Grimton Myers is so dangerous. Okay, so that can go in the folder for the Tuesday. And I'll have... What else is gonna be... Recording file 0089. Come on down, sir. What are you? You are... Ah, okay. So when we met Jack and Beryl, which we'll explain why this next recording is so small, because it's corrupted in the swampy Maya bog things. Probably not gonna work, but... Cut! I got it! I got it! Oh, fan, it's alive. He's alive! What? The number's wearing. Yeah, this is stuck for a while. And check. Bloody hell. Okay, so I can put that in folder. Go back. It's not safe. Go back to London. For God's sake, go home the second you hear this. And never step foot upon the moor again. You have to get away. You have to. Here. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. To binge this adventure in full and without ads, go to patreon.com forward slash Sherlock and Co.
