The Hound of the Baskervilles - Part Four

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 said I can see something now. Well what? Bloody what? Just point your phone over there. What am I supposed to be looking at? Don't move. Old man dead, some hellhound stalking the land, a shoe taken and a cat missing, creepy beard guy sneaking into showers. I mean come on. Where are you going? We have Stephen Seldon on the loose. See? Look. I have seen it, Pariana. Then fix it. Well alright, let's calm down. I have to think. You are not luminous, Watson. Lovely, thank you. But you are a conductor of light. A conductor of light. But you are a conductor of light. A conductor of light. John? John? Mary? John? Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Where is it? Where is what? You know what? Your gun. Our gun. You wish to use it. I wish? I wasn't going by myself. You are not going by yourself. You are going with Marianna. Do you know what I mean? Where is the gun? You feel you need it, do you? Ah! With the monsters and the murderers? Yeah, I do, mate. It has been taken. What? When? I can only wish you luck. I wish I felt better in my mind about it. About what? About sending you. It's an ugly business, Watson. An ugly, dangerous business. And the more I see of it, the less I like it. I don't know. I shall be very glad to have you back safe and sound in Baker Street once more. God almighty. Shh, shh, shh. Wait. It's coming for us. It's coming, it's coming. OK, platform 2. Platform 2. Oh, this way. Yep, yep. Ticket machine. Thank you. Very good. I'm not eater. I'm late. You're not late? That's the train there. You know what would happen if you were late? There wouldn't be a train. OK, fine. I'm later than I would like to be. Here we are. Yeah. After you. Thank you. Oh, last time it was just you and I on a train. Do you remember? Uh, no. Sine of four. Oh, yeah, of course. India. Yep. Although it turns out Sherlock actually was on the train. He just didn't tell us. Good point. Oh, wow. Is that, is that Henry? What, wow. Really? What, what? He's, he's handsome. Well, I don't know if he's, wow, handsome, is he? Well, if I said wow, then he's wow, handsome. Great. Good to know. There they are. How you doing, guys? Yeah, good, good. This is Mariana, Henry, Mariana, Mariana, Henry. Hi, Mariana. Are you guys all set for, well, you know, big, creepy, gothic manner in the remote wilderness? Oh, yeah, sure. Can't wait. Ooh. Spooky. Hello, listeners. Feel like walking in the sun. Hello listeners, feel like I've been ignoring you a bit and I don't mean to, just a bit of a head scratcher going on here, I'm sure you'd agree. Oh, what me? Just rocketing my way through Wiltshire on this train to Totnes in South Devon. Just spotted the Wilton windmill doing its thing and also just spotted a little sports club that says established in Wiltshire in 1989. You know what else was established in Wiltshire in 1989, don't you? That's right, John H. Watson. So if you are under the age of 20, please don't message me to let me know how old I am. Speaking of corresponding with you lots, seeing as Marianna has her headphones in. Hm? What? Nothing. Jamie is rediscovering the concept of sleep and Henry seems to be emailing pretty vigorously. I'm catching up on lost time. Ha ha, sorry, didn't think you could hear me. I'm working, you're working, jobs come in all shapes and sizes. Ha, yeah, that's true, I suppose. Do you want to shout out Henry? A shout out? Yeah. Yeah, sure. I'll take a shout out. Well, shout out to Henry Baskerville from Toronto. He's how old? 33. He's 33 and likes the Blue Jays and apparently he hates his laptop keyboard. Ha ha ha. Anyway, real shout outs now and this one gives me real pleasure. Shout out to fellow Swindonian Dylan. Maybe you can see me out there somewhere in Wiltshire. Dylan, I'll wave. There you go. Congrats on starting your A-levels. Hope that's all going well. No congratulations at all, however, for supporting Huddersfield Town instead of Swindon Town. That's naughty behaviour. Big shout out to Barbara and Rita in China and Sprining in Fujian China as well. In China? Oh yeah. Well, people listen to you guys solving crimes and stuff, they listen in China. They listen worldwide, my friend. That is so cool. Any Canadians on there? Well, let me consult the list, which is just my emails, to be honest. Waterloo, Ontario. Yeah, I know Waterloo. Brian in Waterloo, Ontario. It's quite old, this one. Hey, Brian. Ha ha. There you go. Right, off to India now. Happy late birthday to Arradana. Happy 17th birthday. Shout out to Sage and Burton in Baltimore, Maryland. Shout out to Ira and their cat Sherman. No location for that one? Nope. Man, you're fully distracted from your work now, aren't you? Totally invested in your shout-outs now, yep. Hello there to Felicity in Kent. Happy 24th to Kai Santiago in Connecticut. Happy 24th, Kai. That is really cool. You're a big fan of the shout-out. I'm impressed. I had no idea. Yes. Well, we're proud of it. Yeah, our community, our listeners. They get dragged through some pretty grim stuff every now and again, so they deserve a shout-out here and there. They're not going to be disappointed that their favorite detective sat this one out. Ah, are you disappointed? I guess it's confusing, is all. Yeah. I will not bias your mind by suggesting theories or suspicions, Watson. I wish you simply to report facts in the fullest possible manner to me. Leave me to do the theorizing. Conduct the light. Conduct the light. His mind works in mysterious ways. I see that. And Watson, never let Henry Baskerville out of your sight. His life depends on your protection. You know, last time I went down to Dartmoor with him, actually on this train line, he was able to determine the speed we were going based off the telegraph poles outside. How the hell did he do that? No idea. Ah, great landscape. Look at those hills. What, that one? Yeah. That's Giant's Grave. What now? Giant's Grave, outside Pusia, I think. It's a long barrel, burial mound. A burial mound? Yeah. Giant's Grave. That's so cool. Thousands of years old. When is it like that people stopped believing in all that? Giant's. Yeah, the mystical, the fantastical. When did we just decide it was entertainment and fiction? Your predecessors would disagree. I've read the accounts. Bit of light reading, huh? Yeah. Not quite. Does it bother you? Like in a creepy kind of way? Like in, there's an evil giant hound that likes to taste a Baskervilles kind of way. Well, what is it? Well, it's possibly a gigantic canine that could be theory. No, no, no. Giant's Grave. What is it? Oh, it's a burial mound. For a giant? No, just for long dead Neolithic people, that community burial site. I remember my local history class well enough. There you have it. What? Exactly. An explanation behind the mythology, because that's what we're all looking for, right? The green hills of Wiltshire and Somerset soon bleached into the granite rocks. Blooms of bog moss, bronzing bracken, mottled bramble, the blaze of upland heather fighting fierce shards of gorse upon the grassland. I recognise the uneasy chill that Dartmoor welcomed me with over a year ago. I was back. And the sight of the black standing stone that was Baskerville Hall whittled that unease into a cold splint of dread. And what of your company? Not even our Henry was at home within the grounds of that sinister old manor. Did you observe him? I did. What did you see? Fear. Oh, this place is something. It's... I mean, it's vast. Yeah, there must be a hundred rooms in there. Your uncle utilised very little of it come the end. Just those two rooms at the end of that wing. I thought it was going to be like going back to an old school and seeing how small it was, but this place? The only thing that feels small is me. Oh, come on, Sherlock says we should talk with the Barrymore's. The Barrymore's? Frank and Rosemary. Okay. And they tend to the house? Rosemary does. And Frank? He's the underkeeper. Get on! Get on! Over! That's Frank. Yeah? It is. Quite the beard. My thoughts exactly. Holy shit. What? What's he doing with that bird? Hello, Frank. Doctor. It's not the shop or the fall that usually gets them. Shoot them too low. You have to ring their necks. I see that. It's only fair. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. It's only fair. What's this then, Jamie? Hunting party from Kensington, is it? No. So actually, this is Henry. Well, fuck me. Get the gloves off of this one. Good to meet you. You ain't meeting anybody, lad, except for the dogs. Last time I saw you, you was crying in your own piss. Throw it up in the half. Rosemary fluffing up fresh droisies. Whoa. Hatter. Hatter. Why was I in my own... Did I piss the bed? We're all lit burns once I... Your mother said you had night terrors. I didn't know that. I'll guess this place is yours now then. Um, that's... Yeah, I'm figuring all that out. Oh, good luck with it. Rosemary's your staff. And not you, Frank. I'm the underkeeper. Right. What does that mean? Means I work for the local gamekeeper, not the bastard in the state. But you live at the whore. And you found such a child? What worries me already, it was on the driveway. What do you do? He's a doctor. And you? I'm an estate agent. Well, good luck listing that place. Downton Shabby, they call it, round here. Only thing of value is the old man's booze collection. Get on! I better go easy on my uncle's whiskey tonight, or I'll be back in front of the hearth. Hey, Frank? You're a good shot. Who's we job? Well, that not in Hill murderer, but I hope he doesn't come round this way. Because you... you could shoot him. I meant... Frank, is Rose me around at all? Not seen her all day. She know you like coming. She should, yeah? Kitchen, then. Lovely thing. Thank you. And... Sorry, this way. I mean, the first thing on the to-do list... make it brighter in here. Add some lights or something. And maybe take a duster to that ceiling. If I can reach it, jeez. Oh, yeah, that is a high entryway. Man alive, how do people think these places were ever only? I feel like I'm in a cathedral. Kitchen, here. Rosemary? Bleeding egg, you frightened the life out of me. Oh, so sorry, Rosemary. Sorry, sorry, sorry. Knock, alright. Course, yep. Let me help. Sorry, I've spoiled dinner, Prith. No, no, these are... I'm storing these tupperware in the fridge for lunches. Not for the guests. Understand? They're over there, Rosemary. There. Oh, look at this. Who is this big, burly man? Oh, my word, look at your face. You must be Rosemary. You don't have a bloody clue who I am, do you? Oh, lovely little boy. Don't you look like your father? The eyebrows. God, yeah. The eyes, the chin. Who's this, then? More Canadians? No, this is John, and this is Marianna. Hi, Rosemary. Hello. Are you staying with us? For a bit, yep. I'll find a room. Looks like plenty to choose from. Not really. Molden would worm for most. You'll want a fresh one. Some haven't been touched for going on 80 years. Right. Will I get one of those big, gothic four-poster beds? Selfish little fucking bastard. Sorry? I thought Frank didn't take your bags. No, no, no, no, it's okay. I'll go, Tenon. It's fine, don't worry. What do you think for dinner, Rosemary? That's not my job. Oh, okay. You should try the local pub. Great. Perfect, yeah. I won't be joining. I've got to, um, got to head back. Oh, you sure, Jamie? Yeah, got lots of stuff to sort out, so. Frank will give you a lift. No, it's fine. Oh, boy, you mean? I'll be fine. Okay, mate, we'll catch up tomorrow, well, a couple of days. Sounds good. Any questions? I'm in the cottage as you come out, and tell Mike. I'll see you soon. I'll call you, or message you. Good luck with that. Oh, man, yeah. There's no, I got no service. Uh, oh, me neither. Welcome to deepest, darkest, darkmoor. Oh, man. Oh, wow, that is dusty. Um, yeah, well, welcome to our room, listeners. We've definitely done worse. You lot and I, this is very, very grand. The four-poster, like I said. Lots of dark wood, high ceilings, red velvet in places. A, uh, well, yeah, portrait, uh, of a woman. Also dusty, not like a name, dusty. It's not a dusty Springfield poster. It's Beatricia Baskerville. Beatricia, wow. 1799 to 1827. I wonder what happened to her. Oh, no, you can't look her up, John, because no internet. Wonderful. Ahem. Ah. The sun is just shooting off now over the horizon. A few rocky outcrops and tree lines just striking a silhouetted pose in the, uh, the flattering lighting. We're going to head out there for a little stroll shortly. Lots of sitting down today, as you can imagine. It, um... Hey. Hey. Really starting to look like autumn out there now. Yeah. You okay? You never heard from me, Sherlock, because of the internet situation. That I gathered. I didn't know who at the time, but there was, once again, someone following. Wasn't there? There's someone out there. Indeed. No. You're a follower? The man on the moor. The man on the moor. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh She's literally—————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— Okay we're at the bottom of this road and pub is... okay so for the pub we'll have to basically walk a lot. Are you listening or are you playing around with the ponies? Can it be either. Okay we walk along to the river then at the bridge we join that road and then it's straight along there. Well it is still light so we could cut across bang over that way done. Does that sound good? You got a shortcut? I mean yeah I'd say so. I think we walk back along the roads tonight though. We'll see if the pub can get us a cab but basically on the side of this wall you've got this grassland that takes us right to the Ruggles stone Inn. Perfect. Yeah sounds good. Yeah but I remember this one time we got lost. My dad and I and then my uncle had to come looking for us and they said it was the Pixies. They said we'd been Pixie led. Pixie led. Yeah and that's the Pixies are these little annoying little kind of brats apparently and they lead visitors astray and all kinds of stuff. Did that freak you out? I mean I was like I was probably getting too old for that crap you know. Yeah. It's probably like can you can you just point out the point where we got lost right instead of the goddamn Pixies shining their little lights to get us lost. So if we see lights then that's the Pixies messing with us. That's right and we kick them out of the way. Hey nice view. Yeah I kind of need it. Look at that mist rolling in there. Yeah. Oh hey look butterflies. No they're everywhere. I mean look at those down there. Oh wow they look like graffiti. Yeah. We've got to walk through them actually down that way then parallel to the main road. See. Yeah I see. Hey what is that? What? That over there that big building. That more prison. That is one remote prison. Yeah. Look how high those big granite walls are. Not high enough apparently. Come on down this way. John. John. John. Yeah yeah yeah I'm this way. Can I need you to slow down. This fog is. I can't see two feet in front of me. Me neither. I'm here. Hey. Oh yeah okay. Okay wow this this fog came in quick. Yeah just be careful where you step it's really boggy. Shit yeah that's deep on that side too. Kind of stay on the central hard ground. It feels a bit like a path. Um that's the wrong way the pub is that way. Sod the bloody pub. I'm just going to go directly this way to the road. I agree go the wrong way this is crazy. Oh point is again. Maybe we follow those guys. You can try. Yeah they don't slow down for us. Oh into the fog they go. Now is it fog or is it mist. It's thick as hell. Whichever is the thickest. I mean I'd look it up but no service. Yeah exactly. I wouldn't even be able to read it. Can't even see my hands right now. Hey. Just step here. No look look. Lights. How. Look at them. They're showing the way. Mr. Baskerville I think we found your pixies. No shit. I guess we go this way. Yeah follow the light. Wait not to be that guy but. What. No yeah no we'll follow them. They're probably like lights for hikers and tourists and stuff. Probably auto enabled for fog and such. You don't want to be pixie led into the swamp. No that's. I didn't. It sounded like you did. Now is it a swamp or is it a bog. I mean I would look it up but. No service. Yes we know. I think it's a mire. A mire right. That's what this says. Oh a sign. Grimpen mire. Super helpful. Yeah. Well Grimpen mire I can honestly say I have not enjoyed my visit to your boggy. Oh. Hey hey grab my hand. What in the. That's so deep. It's in your entire leg. Do not step off the path. Wow. Wow John you went in so fast it was like straight. Straight down mate. Is it like water. No it's kind of like a slurry of earth and yeah water. What the hell was that. Marianna just wait. It don't run. Just hold on a sec. Come on. It's this way. Stay within the floaty light. Marianna slow down. Oh my god. Oh my god. What Marianna. What is it. No no. Holy shit. Grab it. I can't reach. Don't it. Don't it's a pony. No I know I know I know Marianna don't. I am getting it out. It's too deep. How deep though. Deeper than you. Come on come on come on buddy. Oh god I can't reach. No please please. Come on please no. I can't get the. No. It's gone. Hey hey excuse me sir. You okay Henry. No no I yeah I saw a guy. Excuse me. Can you help us out here. There. There was a guy I swear I saw. There was a guy. Um yeah that's your one Henry. Thank you. What is it. It's one of the aisles. That they pump by hand out of the thing. Yeah. Yeah. Thank you. And that's yours Marianna. I guess cheers. Yeah cheers. Cheers to to Baskerville Hall to to Dartmoor and to our poor pony friend. Here here. And cheers to an incredibly beautiful woman. There you go Marianna that will cheer you up. He's talking about her genius. Oh do I turn around or am I going to come across as some pervy freak. Oh I'm turning I'm turning I'm doing it. Oh man oh yeah that's. Wow that's yeah. John drink your beer although half of it is now your own drool. I was not drooling. Okay look at him for goodness sake mesmerized. Do we like do we know who that is. As you may have noticed out there on the Moor Henry we are not locals not one bit. No no I meant like she almost she looks like famous celebrity or something. Well can I break your attention with the menu. Yeah sure. Just eat this guy first. What the hell is that pickled egg. Oh John Jesus did you find that on the floor something. No I've got it from bar. What. Got egg from bar. Egg bar. After what we just went through now I got to watch you choke on an egg. It is delicious. Yeah sure John should have stayed at the house and had whatever rosemary was boxing up. Yeah that looked pretty unappetizing. I don't think I trust your appetite. He was mesmerized. That was the first time he laid eyes upon her. It was. And what of that evening. That was night one. And what terror agreed to do that night. Shit. How do you like this window God sake. Just a fox or a pony or erm. Mary. Mary. Is that you. What. You OK. Sorry I tried to talk to you. Sorry I thought. Night. Jesus. OK. OK. OK. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello.