The Hound of the Baskervilles Part Ten

Come join the Patreon. It's a huge community now with loads of extra cool stuff. Patreon.com, forward slash, Sherlock and Co. Previously on Sherlock and Co. I'm sorry, but I can explain. I thought that I thought that I thought that you'd think... What is going on? Marianna, please, please, can you just talk some sense to them? I don't know what's happening. I was at the pub and yeah, I drank a lot. I was just going to get some whiskey. You're alive. Oh, you're alive. You're hogging me now? Oh man, oh Henry mate. I want to go back, Fron. I did it wrong. I only need to become a monster. It is a necklace. I see that. Barrel Stapletons and Ava. Oh, right. Yeah, I'll give it back to her tomorrow. And her brother's car. Kind of stole it. Yeah, they might appreciate that. Henry's jacket? Yeah, thanks. Let's see how I look in this thing, shall we? John. Yeah, even when I do it up, still a tosser. Oh my god. Henry. What did you do? What were you talking about? This here. Look. Your yellow residue yet again. Oh yeah. Is this like a disease? A poison. From the waters below. You want to see? The waters? No, not with you. Oh, how would it glow? You know, I could have walked. I don't entirely know that you could have missed a basketball. What? Why not? Because Mr. Sivan Selden roamed the morts without so much of a nibble at his heels. The second he wears your basketball smelling coat, however, he gets killed. Correct. It lives in heavily what do they see? I will be drawn to this one, can't you? In this dim corner of your study, it's our friend here, emits a rather pleasing glow, doesn't he? Yes, well, he is a pirate. He's a pirate. Well, he is a pirate for us, not Lucas. Firefly of the night. Headlight click beetle. There was a keeper title. And you don't relinquish old titles. Keeper of the game. Six legs to a Thorax is more my speed. You're going to kill me for what? For what? I'm sorry. I can explain. I thought that I thought that... I can explain. I can explain. Why was this in your pocket, Henry? No, no, you don't. Come here. Get in here now. Get in. Get in. Please, please. Open the door. What are you doing out there? What am I doing in your bedroom? Open the door. I was going to the bathroom. On sweet, not working for Master of the House? This place is a mess. Plumbing is like 10th item on my list. Of course it's not working. Tell you what. Why was this in your jacket? How about a murderer was wearing my jacket? He was in the loft. Was he going through your uncle's legal documents? Maybe. You tore up and burned your uncle's will. Henry, his fucking will. Don't. That's not what ripped up his will and burned it in the fire. You left this piece in your pocket by mistake. John, it was unsigned. He didn't sign it. He was sick when he was unwell. Right? Henry, did Baskerville Hall go to you in this new will? Not solely. No. Jesus Christ, John. John, I destroyed it because it was unsigned. I knew he didn't qualify as an actual will. Someone is manipulating you. The Barrymore's? They may come on. Jamie, Jamie Mortimer. Then he hired us to investigate. Henry, do you know how bad this looks? Yes. That's why I destroyed it. It looks bad. It's not actually bad because he didn't sign the thing. Someone tried to get power of attorney or whatever. Someone local at the local solicitors. He saw through it. He got clarity and he didn't sign. All right, I mean, you, you, you got to believe me. John, please. Please. Why did you destroy it? Because I knew you'd suspect me. Of course I would. And I know, I know, John, that that is a waste of your time and, and time, your time matters because something is going on here. And I know it's not me. I promise you, I swear to you that I am innocent. I did a stupid thing. A really dumb stupid thing. And it was defensive. I could see all over that draft that someone was trying to take advantage of him. Take everything from him. And I reacted. He's, he was my family. You know, I'm not going to make a penny out of this place. You know that, right? You have to tell Sherlock. I'll tell him. I tell him. I promise. I thought it was erroneous because it was just a draft, okay? No name, beneficiaries. Just, um, it was just initials, I think. I knew Charles had a meeting booked with the Solister in London. So clearly he changed his... What? What is it? The world is full of obvious things, which nobody by any chance ever observes. Pietrusha Baskerville. Who? The portrait. Right behind you. She's been here the whole time. Pietrusha Baskerville, 1799. 1827. Hey. Is that... Who get Mariana? Okay. That's it. Isn't it? You saw it. You were talking to her about it. That's... That's her necklace. That's, that's Barrel's necklace. Well, the Etrusha would tell you it was her necklace. What did Barrel tell you about it? I asked her where she got it from. Her brother. Yes. Which you, by the way? Yeah, gross disgusting. But she said it's one of a kind. Which means... It is that. So, why does a Stapleton girl have a Baskerville heirloom? Jack said to us when we first met him. He said... He said the Baskervilles and the Stapletons have been neighbors for hundreds of years. Could it transfer... Transferred what exactly? Baskerville belongings? What are you saying? I'm saying the last of the Baskervilles is right there. Him. There. What happens when he dies? Which I feel like is almost happened three times now, but whatever. It happens when he dies. It goes to... To a Stapleton? But how? The how would be in a big box in the attic. Come on. I found this This from a Solister in London. So, he wanted a London Solicitor for what? A sale? Yeah, possibly. That's one of his inquiries. A fear of local knowledge. Of someone knowing around here that he was sending up. So, he wanted to go to London. Do you have any idea what this means? No, I don't think we can get into the mind of an isolated lonely old man. No. This. Yeah, no, I've seen that. What is it? It's a letter I found a couple of days ago. Have you told Tron? Well, I was building a case and then I caught this guy sneaking out the house. So... If you're reading this, then I have just left. We have reconciliated and I have a part of me back again. Now 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 have lost. L-L-X-X. L-L-X-X. What is that? Why I thought it was a number? Roman numerals, buttons, and stuff. Oh god, dude, mighty. It's a person. You're looking at me and her. Yeah. Why? The drafted will I... Disposed up, sorry, again. It had a beneficiary named as L-L. Lovely. Now your turn. What? Sherlock, I don't know what you mean. Well, I hope you can jog your memory rather quickly. It's getting very late and we will be needing our sleep. My memory. You're the one that's met her. It's only a pity why you didn't ask her exactly what an earth she was doing outside the basketball estate on the nights a child died. It... Laura... Lions. Oh my god. And so... Your investigations have been running on parallel lines. And we come now to the point where we must unite our results. What do you need to know? Tell me everything. Well, as the train journey came to an end, the green hills of Wiltshire and Somerset, soon bleached into the granite rocks, blooms of bog moss bronzing bracken, mottled gravel. Pretty thing, wasn't she? Morning, Frank. She didn't get along me. You're a Trisha basketball here. Here in our room, aren't you? Uh, yeah. You know, I've got the portrait. Yeah. Poor cow. How did she die? Do we look like a story into you? I don't know what happened in her life. But I can tell you what happened in her death, lad. What do you mean? Ten years back now. We had trespassers, didn't we? Knows in round ear. Or he called the police. Load a bloody good dud, did. Or he chased him away one night and come looking for what they took. What did they take? You're looking at her. Well, these grass shoots ain't 200 years old, are they? I laid this down, but we back out doing it. Jesus. A grave robber. You don't see that much these days, do you? No. Well, well. Hopefully the Lord is still looking after her. Whatever she is now. I can take a guess. John, time to go. Right. Right. Uh, well. I can have pleasure. Frank, sorry about the black eye. Oh, if that were a slad. You'll not take care of yourselves. We'll do. Well, this is Sherlock. By the way, this is Frank, the gamekeeper. I don't know if you've probably met underkeeper. How'd you know that one? Because you're not the gamekeeper. That would be a Mr. Stapleton. It was as mean. Of course. I hate to ask, but we may need to borrow your land Rover. Ever too briefly. Of course. I'm off to see a man about a dog Mr. Barrymore. Good day. Is that the expression? That's definitely the expression. That is the expression. Yes, but lovely. What time were you back, Henry? Um, I don't, I'm not really sure because it's, uh, yeah. It's complicated. Did Frank say this was all right? He said we could borrow it. Only momentarily I assure you. What are you going to Merriott House? Yes, indeed. What are you doing? Mariana will be driving. Hi. Are you guys? John and I have to look into something. But we will join in due course. Serious? Yeah, are you? Oh, very much so. Ready, Mariana? Ready. Lovely. We drive on the left here. Yes, I've noticed. What's going on with the Stapleton is exactly? All will be revealed. Oh, wait. Can I just... Can I just... You're off to shave Mr. Baskerville. Go handsome and charming enough as it is. Yeah, that's very kind. But... Sparrow and Jack. It's a rather messy coupling. A coupling? And their brother and sister. Their husband and wife. Uh, what? You darf get anything. So you shortly. Enjoy that, did you? I don't know what you're talking about. What's... Ooh, let me hold information right to the last moment for dramatic effect. How dare you. Come on. What's an I assure you, my methods? Their order and their construct are absolutely necessary to solving any given case. Now, strip down to your underpants. Sorry, what? Oh, God. I don't know what's worse. The fact. I'm hunting a large demon dog, or that I'm walking through a mine shaft in my pant. Ow. Well, you're doing both. So preparing the two is immaterial. Ah, yes, well, there's certainly a lack of material. Mate, that you are right about. Oh, God's sake. If you want to ask me why we are doing what we're doing, I don't need to. Really? Oh, yes. Really? Well, you have come a long way, Watson. Bravo. You want us to remove all of our clothing so we don't have the scent of basketballs on us, right? And if we don't have the scent of basketballs, then we can locate this hound which is being kept in this horrible place by its horrible owner. Very good. I'd say you may well have sold more of this case than I have. Yeah, really? Yeah. Do you have it in you, John? To. To shoot it? Yes. I think so, yeah. I need better than that. Yeah, I'll do it. I can do it. Thank you. I suspect it to be unnecessary, but I cannot see all ends, not at this moment. Why do we think it will be unnecessary? Because the hound acts upon the commands of its master. It is certainly mistreated and almost definitely malnourished. The only reason it continues to dwell in this wretched hole is because it will be chained to its walls. We walk Watson through this retired mine shaft, and as we do so we step backwards from the real to the mythic, from modernity to antiquity. For this case, that of the hound of the Baskervils exists in all those states, yet transcends every single one. The keeper of game on Grimpen is an honorary title Watson created for a great servant and his descendants. The ancestors of Jack Stapleton handed through the generations a role to manage the habitat, a charge of predator control. But now, all these years later it is leave. Underkeepers, the stalkers, beaters and guillies that manage the hunts, marshal the pack, cull the birds and beasts. But it is still that ancient post. The keeper of game and owns new dogs. And what if that keeper, hundreds of years ago, put aside the biggest, fiercest hounds from his hunting pack, likely one afflicted with gigantism, like our Irish giant in the hunter area? What if with each litter there became an even bigger, even more brutish offspring? What if that process was undertaken by every Stapleton air from then until now? Then it is reasonable, is it not, that the story of Hugo Baskervil is true? He did build a vast home in the cherished land, he did abduct a local girl, likely a Stapleton, and he did meet his doom to such a... Oh my God, how to love hell! What the hell? Sherlock, it is true our hound is a giant with monstrous features, glowing eyes and listerous banks. No one is Sherlock, but it is also true humanity has monstrous features, glowing lust and blister rage. Sherlock move back! Hide those characteristics in the darkness, conceal them into seat, extinguish any light on truth and we fabricate rest. We see only... Monsters! The red light is flashing, does that mean it's recording? Yeah, yeah, sure. What are you doing? Come on. This is not Mary Pitt House. No, it's not. Then what are we doing here? Oh, hello again. Who are you? What? Tell me who you really are. What are you talking about? You were right. Rosemary was hiding her family history, but we think you might be doing the exact same thing. Laura, please, I think you've had enough fun playing this marble doll in a rite. Excuse me? Ah, no, no, no, no. You are not excused. And you are not excused from an investigation. What investigation is that exactly? The death of Sir Charles Baskerville. And if you don't tell me who the hell you are, then I will tell the police that a certain Laura Lions was corresponding with an old rich guy and was outside his house the night he mysteriously died on the spot. Now, do you want to be Laura Lions? Or do you want to be someone else? Because she sounds like she's going to be in a lot of trouble. I would cooperate because I don't think she's going to let this go. I wanted his name, but he wouldn't give it to me. Who? Sir Charles Baskerville. My dad. A brief thing with my mom. A long time ago, apparently, here and I met for real a few years ago, that out for a bit, then, yeah, reconciled. Why were you there that night? It's not like that. Why were you there, Laura? Look, I was very poor. I was using the Food Bank in bloody 2019, you see? And I met a guy, a local guy. Your partner? Yes, and he is... He's a rich landowner himself. He knows all this stuff works. He said I was... I should inherit Baskerville Hall. Right, but... I did not kill him. I met him for literally the first time just last year that was it. We became friends. But you've allowed? It was it? Why wouldn't we? We're in a strange father and daughter for God's sake. He drafted a will to give you the house. My partner told me that they were going to... Your partner is a crook. Somebody using you to manipulate an old vulnerable man, Gaukse. Sorry, how are you? Be nice. I do not have to be nice to some weird bloke giving me evils and shouting at me at my own front door. He is not a weird bloke. He's your cousin. Henry Baskerville. Hi. Laura. Lions. Hi. Still going by Lions, are we? I like my mum more than my dad, so... That's, uh... Yeah. Understandable. You realise this looks bad for you, right? It's not like I snuck out across the malls. It's exactly like that. I worked late! My 11pm is everyone else's 5pm. I spoke to him that day. I told him not to go to London. I said I'd call by on the way home. He said he'd meet me out the front. You were driving home and you called by? Yeah. Why didn't you drive? I don't know. Through the front gate and up to the driveway, like a normal person. Because my partner told me not to. Why? Because it would incriminate me. He said don't be on camera. Don't do this. Don't do that. Because that will be used against me. Look, let me make something very clear. This guy sounds like a total dumbass. Right. You can just stop. That's my fiancee you're talking about. Wait, wait. Stop. Stop. Stop. Who? Exactly. Is... your fiance? Jack Stapleton, I'm in this fucking door right now! Maya! You disgusting beat her! Shit! Maya! Jack Stapleton! How is her hand not bleeding from all that banging? Stapleton! Don't know. Come out! Boston! You said you knew nothing! You also said Barrel was your sister, you creep! What? She's your wife! With a hand and a broadway, you sick Boston! I don't think he's coming out. Well, I'd like to get inside, because that freezing fog is way over here. Now I see what you want to let you get right here. Yeah, let's see what we can do here. Who's that gonna? What are we gonna say exactly? Well, there is a reason why we've had to do this case just me and John. And maybe? Yes, John. And that reason is because he is only scared of one person. And it's not me. It's not you. And it's not even Laura. Who is it? Sherlock Holmes. So what do we do? We tell him Sherlock has gone home. Doug, it's Mariana. I was... Laura was very helpful investigating the Stephen Seldon case. I'm sorry, I'm a spoke. And I'm really sorry. She wanted to confront you about it. I'm going to help her cool off in the car, okay? No heart feelings. I'm truly sorry. Do you do, Barrel? So, so sorry. Barrel? Hello. Barrel. Where's Jack? I've done a terrible thing. It's okay. It's alright. It's alright. He's gone. He is at peace now. The chain snapped, and I had to. I know. He was very sick, John. Look. Consuming this water his whole life starved, abused. I know. I know. But... Yeah. I know. I know. Yeah. Yeah. A big guy. Yes. Enormous. You see this here. What is it? It's the residue from his life down here amidst the veins of arsenic. That yellow hue was activated into that hellish glow with the consumption of these. Oh Jesus, what is that? Stapleton's click beetles. For sustenance, yes. But... They glow. This substance in their gut does, yes. It clung to the jowls and teeth of our poor friend here. It lit him up. His teeth, his eyes. Our entomologist was able to bring the mythical beast to life. He allowed the character of the hound to be conceived by the people of Dartmoor. And he simply delivered what they feared to be true. Well, we have ourselves here a very, very rare dog breed. Devout. It's almost the size of a great dang, his bloody heavy feel, the weight of his head on my knee. Good God. Tief. Four times that of a German shepherd. Feet. I mean, bigger than mine. Not saying much there, I don't think. Ha, shut up. I believe we have something in here. Which according to our friend Henry will be exceptionally rare. Oh yes. What's that? A Toronto Blue Jays cap outside of Toronto. Stable turkets so the hound would have the scent. Of course. He opted for the cap because the shoe had already been cleaned for the hotel and therefore the scent was gone. He returned the shoe and took the cap. But I mean, he can't be our bearded man. He augmented the features of this enormous dog. Could he not do the same to himself? A fake beard. I've been dragged through all of this because of a fake beard. Well, let's go and retrieve it from him. We'll frame it and put it up in Baker Street. Good idea. Good idea. Come. Take my hand. Goodbye mate. Jamie never got to meet Archie. I think you would have made quite the team. Dressed out. Good boy. You've probably never heard that before, have you? So, yeah. Let's go close this case. Gladly. Can we put some clothes on first? Yes, we should, shouldn't we? Jack! Jack! Jack! Jack! It's just, I can't see, Maryanna. This, I can't. Jack! Whoa, Jesus, okay, I can't see a thing. Clearly, it's just fog everywhere. I've done a terrible thing. What, Errol? What did you do? Jack! There are no pixies, Mr. Basketball. I'm gonna go look this side. I'll take this side. Jack! I put the lights through crimp and Maya. You did? Jack! And I knew today that Jack would head once again to that hound. To have that beast hunt you down. Jack would have to, like always, follow my lights. Through the Maya. Jack, stay put on. I knew that. Gun you hear us. So I've moved them. Hey, hey, Maryanna! What? I moved the lights. Come over here! Can you see my phone light? Yeah, coming. Where do they lead, Errol? I can, kind of see something in the water. Where do they lead? Come here if I'm going crazy. Into the deep. Oh, my God! I think we found him. He fell in. Yeah. He's so still. Yeah. Like one of his butterflies. Maryanna! John? John, over here. See my phone light, John? John, over here! Hey, is everyone all right? We're good. I found something he used? Wow. The blue J's cap. Thanks, man. Yeah, no, thanks. But, um, I, uh, we actually found something of yours. Oh, what's that? Take a look. Goodness. He drowned himself? I'm gonna turn this mic off. He was, he was led astray. Are the pixies? Something like that. It would seem that Jack here wanted Baskerville Hall, a state and land all for himself, even if it meant lying about Barrow, even if it meant... Abusing some poor dog to haunt the Baskerville's like his predecessors had done. And tricking some poor local woman. Laura Lyons. You know? You? That's rather strong. I observed many things. Family resemblance was the easiest to assess. Poor Uncle Charles. He didn't want to give it to Laura because she was being used by Jack. And he didn't want to give it to me because, well, I'd be malted to pieces. So, he tried to break the age-old rule of British aristocracy, selling the family silver. Indeed. It would seem, despite what Sir Charles feared in his final days, we do not arrive at the end of the Baskerville's. We find ourselves at the end of the Stapletons. Staring up at us with frenzied eyes in the merc of a thick bog. It's that one silly, but he left, Maddie Puddles. So I wanted to put him here, but I... You don't have to say. But, according, I never know if John will use stuff, so... Yeah. Right. You think the police want my son's body? I... I don't know, Rosemary. I... But I think you deserve this, at least. Yeah. He doesn't. That man I buried. That little boy. That he was. He does. Hmm. I hope... I don't know, really. I hope you and everyone... I hope he can forgive his spirit. Not his mind. Not his personality or his... Whatever chemicals he had fire in a misfiring, but... I hope they can forgive. That little boy in his bellyboops. That little boy that maybe... Didn't deal with his father's death all that well, you know? I know. I moved on too quick. He learned callousness for me. Maybe he learned it from Frank. I... I don't know. My detective friend over there? That's all skinny one. Yeah. He says that evil is like a poison. No child is born with venom in their veins. You didn't give it to him. He just got lost. Like a wanderer in the fog. He got lost. Hey. Hey. Roseberry, we're heading off. Not without a hug, you're not. I better go say bye to Frank. Yeah, of course. But, um, John says I gotta take that mic. This bear mic. Why? Lemon Lemon Oh, say you've got a glass of Sarah? Sarah. Oh, Sarah. Sorry, I'm not a wine guy. I noticed. Well, cheers. Cheers to finally being... Hello? Yeah. Kind of. The pub is too busy tonight, is that what you're saying? Well, yeah, but no. This. The microphone? Yeah, there's like thousands and thousands of people listening. Really? Like tens of thousands? No. No, and likely hundreds of thousands, I don't know. Well, that's not... Yeah, maybe not as intimate. Intimate, right? As I thought. This is... Where we first saw each other. At this table. Well, no. This pub, the Rugglestone Inn. This is where we first, uh... Yeah. Notice one another. Oh, Henry. What? That's not... This is not where I first saw you. It's not? Keep away from the more? The... Wait. The note. Yeah. The note in the shoe shop? That was me. Barrel, wow. Holy crap. You really are a conniving little weird pixie person. How did you... What? Uh, but why? He dragged me to London. Jack. Yeah. I... Actually, before I came to meet you, I got this. What is this? Try it on. Oh, my. What? I think beard. He followed Sherlock. And John. He was so desperate for them to not get involved. My God. When he found out from Jamie that you were flying over, that you'd inherited the house, he went straight there to London for your shoe. But they cleaned it too good, right? Right. And then he took your cap. Well I was in the shower. Yeah. Nice. Thanks, Jack. Cheers. It was all... It was just spy-rilling out of control. Even when we were in London, I had to try to tell you. So you did the note? Yeah. I knew from what Jack was ranting and raving about just how... On the ball Sherlock was. So I... I thought outside the box. Yeah. Newspaper cuttings. A rushed bit of penwork at the end of the note, by the way. I know. He came back into the room. I was in the hotel bathroom doing all that. Um, yeah we... He dragged us straight back down to Dartmoor after that. I think he thought he'd escaped Sherlock. And... I think I thought I'd convince you not to come to basketball halls. But I didn't listen. You did not. I didn't listen to anybody. I wasn't buying that hound stuff. I mean, the only person I listened to face to face was you. Did you really? Yeah. And it was all bullshit. I'm f***ing on. International boarding school. No. Sipriot. Turkish Sipriot. Bowling. There it is. You do not look like that guy. Yeah, he... You can't reason with... An abuser. Right. Yeah. Jack... Just... He was... The whole... Brother sister thing. He talked about him... Luring you out into the darkness using me as... God. Bate. Bate. Wicked. Pure just... Total. Hey. I know. Okay? I know. I don't know what happens to Meripit House. And I just... F***. Meripit House, barrel. Yeah? Yeah. What happens to barrel, state light... Oh, wait. What's your real last name? Dalman. Right. And the Turkish barrel is... B-E-R-I-L. It's... It's nice to finally meet you. Neighbor. You too. Sorry. Voice note time. I hope you don't mind. Mind. I was just... I was just thinking. Coffee trolley is coming. Oh yeah. Oh man, I can see short bed from here. Oh really? Yes. A biscuit. Good idea. Oh you finish trying to calculate our speed? No you're not quite. You're a funny bunch. Yee three. Oh no John. What? Start crepes. Oh stop the train. This is an emergency. You've to not have Scott endless custody of these biscuits. Please. Yeah, we're a business John. Then I will charge it to the business. Somehow, despite all those trials you go through, all that pain you see in people, you're still... Oh here we go. This is it. Goodness they have chocolate hobnob. Not here he is, the master detective has observed. You still bring light. You bring truce and closure and meaning. But more than anything else, you bring the light. I don't know. I don't know what to do. I don't care what this cost. Wow. That deserves. Yeah, I know. I'm a changed man. And I think... Jack Stapleton. I haven't listened to all that. Joy. That warmth. These last two years. He wanted to tear it apart. Yes. Now this is how you close a case. I agree. He wanted to tear you apart John. I found... a speaker. We both did. Henry and I. Mmm, mmm, good biscuit. Good, good. Just a... Bluetooth thing. He wanted to deceive you. Like that caterpillar to those ants. You okay? John? But... But he also wanted to hurt you. That voice... of Mary's. Is from your show. He was playing a clip. Hmm? At night. Outside the hall. He wanted to pull you into the darkness. What are you doing in there? Conductor of light. I'm sorry John. About everything. But I'm not sorry that I met you. And Sherlock. And Mariana. And actually... Good luck with your new adventures. As I begin mine. I'm... Yeah. I'm doing... I'm doing pretty good. I'm off to enjoy the silence. Pretty... Pretty good. I hope you can too. I hope you can enjoy the silence. I hope you can enjoy the silence. I hope you can enjoy the silence. I hope you can enjoy the silence. I hope you can enjoy the silence. That's enough, Mary. Why would it be a package for you? Oh my god. Dear Sherlock John and Mariana, I'm redecorating. I didn't want to stick her away in the attic. Shirley Chels! Mariana! Massey Mas! Come see this! What is it? Oh, new flatmate? Where shall I put her up? Well, goodness me. Be at Tresha Baskerville. Welcome to Tutu1B. Now, she's a bit creepy, so I vote for Tutu1A. Oh no, no, no. That does not go with my stuff. What do you mean? This is a vintage portrait. It doesn't match. No. Plus, my flat is the office. You really want her staring at our client? Yeah, alright. Sherlock, here you go mate. No, thank you Watson. Oh, come on. She's a Baskerville. She's an emblem of what you said was one of our best cases. She said that? Yeah, he said that on the train. She has a Baskerville, yes. But she is also a Stapleton. And that makes this particular artwork undesirable. Is she? Is she what? Is she a Stapleton? Yes, was I... I knew you weren't listening on the train. I was! You said you were listening. You said you were just resting your eyelids. Yes, Sherlock, look, I was very tired. The families married and the poor woman was very likely murdered by Harold Baskerville in 1827. This was all tied up in the hatred between the two families. This is why the corpse was open your eyes. Open your eyes immediately. Come on, I was only joking. I'm listening. Okay, very good. Bye-bye. No, you're taking creepy peer treasure with you. No, John, I don't. I don't. Oh, she stopped barking. Shouldn't you be editing? I am editing. I'm editing this dog's behaviour and Marianne is stupid decor. Are you quick? No, take a look at me. Oh, for God's sake, well, what's the problem? Oh, for God's sake, well, someone please just take this picture. Uh-oh. What? I may have neglected to tell Gwen that everything isn't hand. Where is she? Um, Devon. Oh, for... Hello, Gwen. Sherlock. Gwen, I know. Oh, my God. But I've got you a rather lovely gift. Sherlock? It's delightful. Um, early 19th century piece. You are such a... New classical portrait. Smooth brushwork. Sherlock! You