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Previously on Sherlock and Co. We're off to Swindon. Now, just to clarify, it's actually just outside Swindon, near Wotton Bassett, Royal Wotton Bassett, excuse me. Carol Watson is away on an actual holiday and she's kindly handed over Casa de Watson for me and Sherlock and Archie to kick back, chill out.
They become irritated in one another's presence, miss the amenities we used to get bored and come home. The size of it, John. I was sloshed before you know it. OK, now we're definitely nearly there. He thinks she's gone missing. Such a scandal. Honestly, he's broken... Wait, stop. What? What's this? And Joe Mason was the one that told me all about it. Because old lardydale Robert, my farts don't stink. Old Bobby Knobhead. Right, can I skip ahead? Who's Bobby Knobhead? No, it's, um...
I'll explain it in a minute. Anyway, no one has seen Beatrice in, we're talking months, John, months and months, and he keeps saying she's off in Saint-Tropez. Joe made a good point. He said, when has Beatrice ever missed the Shoscombe Festival at Shoscombe Old Place? She runs the bloody thing. Very mysterious. Robert Norbertson, Beatrice's brother, that is, obviously. Yeah, he tells us, doesn't he, that she's gone off to Saint-Tropez. So she swans off, doesn't she? She's gone on
Obviously, why not? But then May comes around and we're still asking about her.
Right? Because she ain't well, John. She ain't been well for... She wasn't well even when I was still here. Yeah, she's off sunning herself. And she don't come back. And we're proper close to Shostcombe Festival now, aren't we? All on our manor grounds. And she loves it as well, don't she, John? Yeah, she was always around. They'd shuffle the cars on that, wouldn't they? You'd have all these people coming just for the cars alone. They must be worth millions. Millions and millions, mate. But apparently, now, they're flogging them. What? Do you know of any way we could contact Beatrice?
She's an 86 year old woman in Satchel Page on, ain't got a Scooby mate. And she doesn't have a phone? She might, but who's got her number, you know? Oh, yeh. You could call Carrie. We can avoid meeting her, if you wish. What? Carrie. We have plenty of other cards in our hand. We don't need to play this one, not until it's required anyway. Carrie's Beatrice's carer, Sherlock. She could give us some information. Yes, but at what cost? Oh, no.
What is it? There's someone outside the tent. They're running to the woods. This way. Archie! Archie! John Watson drama. Yep, not going to lie, I hated having to share all of this. This is the adventure of Shoscombe Old Place Part 2. It contains swearing and creepy stuff. Good luck.
Oh, shit. Archie's gone. Archie! Archie! He's with her. Archie! He ran to his owner. What are you talking about? He's my dog. Yes, but he was hers. Come on out, Carrie. What? Sherlock, what are you talking about? What are you doing? Making a call. To who? Archie, this way! 207541-662-3211. Oh, Jesus. Look, mate, it's not...
Come on Archie, come on. This way, come on. Hi, John. Hi, Carrie. So, you believe what she said then? That wasn't about the case, that was about me. Rather convenient excuse for my liking. Oh, what, because it's that difficult to comprehend that she'd come and seek me out? To watch you sleep, in a tent...
In the middle of the night. Sherlock, mate, I did loads of stupid stuff when I loved her. I did stupid stuff when I was out of love with her. It's probably the reason I'm blocked on her phone. If she heard I was here, and Archie, by the way, a dog she bought, lest we forget, it's perfectly reasonable that she'd, I don't know, be curious. It's complicated. How so? Because it just is, right? I'm... she...
It's not just relationship stuff. There's stupid social structures around here, all right? She was state till eight. I wasn't. State till eight? Yes. It's something it's... Well-off families will say it. State till eight. Put your kid in state school until they're eight, then send them off private. She went off private with my other mates. So, I don't know. I doubled down in school. Thought we'd be on the same level again come uni. I don't know.
I don't know, I don't know. We got together after I came back from Afghanistan. Her fancy life hadn't quite gone to plan for her. She had some caring on a tent basis. Is this relevant to the case? It's relevant as to why she might be doing stupid shit in the middle of the night, Sherlock. Is that all right? No, it's not all right. Oh, for goodness sake. Can I please enjoy a calming walk along the river without talking about her? Archie, will you please keep walking? Carrie isn't coming. You can see her later.
I don't think we need to be taking things out on Archie. Yeah, well, he didn't even give her the cold shoulder, did he? He just sprinted into her arms like some big slobbery traitor. The question is not why is she by our tent in the middle of the night, although that may be a question. It is not the question.
Right, what is the question, then? Why is she not in Saint-Tropez with Beatrice? She told you. That Beatrice let her go? Not something I believe, I'm afraid. Why not? Because she's on the manor grounds. Maybe she has a ticket. She bought an extortionately priced ticket to their event after being fired by them. Unlikely. Yeah. Yeah, that is. Plus, I... Well, you know, sometimes I...
Just, you know, it's nothing weird, but sometimes I'll do a little online
Mm-hm. And, yeah, she's still employed at Shoscombe Old Place. And Joe said she was as well, didn't he? Yet she has abandoned her 86-year-old client to her own devices in a foreign country. Yes. It's Saint-Tropez, Sherlock, not Kabul. She has frequented her on other holiday breaks, has she not? To assist and care for Beatrice Faldo in sunnier climes. Erm, yeah.
That's right. We have another card to play, Watson. Oh, yeah? What's that? The Green Dragon. Oh. We're about five minutes away. Lovely. Just in time for breakfast. Oh, it's quiet. Hello, George, mate. Bloody hell. It's Gary Lineker's mate. Yeah, well, not quite. You're doing all right, aren't you, eh? Yeah, it's going well. You...
Bloody hell, you look unbelievable, mate. Yeah. Tapeworm, would you believe? Yeah, no, I heard. I heard. This is Sherlock Holmes, by the way. Hello, George. Hi, Sherlock. You lads grab a table in the beer garden and I'll come out with the menus. Cracking day for it, eh? Yeah, cracking. Hey, just this way, mate. Oh, lovely day. Very much so. BFG's nice, isn't he?
Might be worth changing the F from fat to friendly. Bit cruel, really. Yes, I believe I pointed that out to you first. Got a full-on brekkie menu now, John. Oh, look at you. Like being at Gordon Ramsay's, the way Claire does the eggs. I thought you were going to say the way she swears. That too. Fancy eggs, don't mind if I do. Just you wait. All proper posh, a little drizzle of chilli oil and that.
But first and foremost, I've got something for this lad. I'm alright to give him a treat? Yeah, but let Sherlock sniff you first. No, no, go for it, Arch. Here you go. Cool. I'll have some of that. Thank you, George. Do you have any dogs of your own, George? I adopted one, believe it or not. Yeah. Well, with my job, I couldn't have a puppy waiting up all hours for us. So, yeah, I adopted an older lad. Spring across.
Spring across something bloody mental anyway. Yes. Was it a rescue, then? Did you visit an RSPCA centre or the Dogs Trust? No. Miss Jostcombe, old place estate, hand him over. Old Jasper. Yeah. Because she hasn't been well, has she, Beatrice? I'm not supposed to tell anyone, really, because, you know, how people can be with bloody dogs. People treat them like, well, like they're people, eh? Yeah.
Anyway, I took him in. Lovely looking dog. But he's a bit twitchy. A bit lost without his owner, I think. It was Robert Norbertson, was it not, that handed Jasper over? Yes, he said Beatrice couldn't do it. It would break her heart. Does he not like dogs, Mr Norbertson? Is there a reason he couldn't have the dog around? I don't know. Maybe. Yeah. No, I don't know. He's a bit on the...
Clingy side, the dog. Not Robert. But otherwise, good as gold. I am only messing about when I say he's nuts. Of course. Well, we're just trying to get as much information on it as we can in this situation, because as Beatrice... Yeah, I know. People are talking. What are they saying? Well, she's meant to be sunning herself someplace, but it doesn't make sense, does it, really? I mean, come on. Beatrice, Miss Hatton's Shoscombe Festival? Come off it.
Then you know they're selling the cars. I mean, we had fellas in here yesterday from Saudi Arabia. All the gear on them. You know, lovely fellas. They have a big tip. Which is just as well because they don't drink, do they? But, yeah, lots of chatter about Beatrice and Robert right now. Because you know what happens when she goes, don't you? When she dies? Yeah. What happens? Well, it ain't his estate. It ain't hers either.
It was her husband's, so when she goes, it goes back into the Folder family. Think his nephew or something gets it. You know what Robert's like. He's convinced himself he's bloody-eye-born. He's... Anyway, I'm waffling on. I'm going to give you a couple of minutes with the menus.
No, I'm just saying, he couldn't have killed her. Why would he have killed her? No, exactly. He needs her alive. It's the opposite. If his sister dies, his livelihood is buggered. But what if... That is why we have an auction approaching, Watson. What if those priceless cars are his last attempt at cashing out on his sister's marriage? Surely the estate... She loved the cars too.
Are we meant to believe Sir James left her nothing but a property to rent? Yeah, good point. Hey, do you want a cider or a beer? I think beer. A couple of IPAs, please, mate.
So, what other cards do we have to play? Meeting our suspect. That's the next card. Right, any idea where he is? He's offering tours of the car museum. Ah, right. OK, that's the big glass building by the back of the house. Cheers, mate. Thank you. Here we go. Lovely local beer. Mmm, good, isn't it? I think it's rather strange, Watson, do you not, that we have walked the full grounds today, the Green Dragon and back,
And we haven't seen Miss Carrie Evans again. Maybe she's avoiding me. Or maybe she's avoiding being seen. Why would she? She's the carer of a missing elderly woman. Not formally missing, local gossip. Think of the scrutiny she'd face, the questions...
She came to our tent for a reason. She's avoiding the festival crowds for a reason. And what is that reason? I don't think you were the only one keeping tabs on your ex. What does that mean? She knows you're a detective. Oh, very kind. What is? You calling me a detective, not a podcaster. You're invaluable, Watson. Cheers. Cheers.
God blimey, look at that one. It's like a bullet with leather seats and gear sticks. Amazing. Beautiful.
Every last one of them. And these are the last of them. Indeed. Been fine to museum life. Seeing an eagle in a cage. Well, we do take them out to spread their wings every now and again. Oh, goodness. Hello, Bob... Robert... Norbertson. Spit it out, John. Enjoying one too many of the local brewskies, are we? Ha, ha.
Yeah, we are having a good time, aren't we, Sherlock? Sorry, Sherlock Holmes, this is Robert Norbertson. Good to meet you, Robert. You put on quite a festival. My companion and I are having a wonderful time. Glad to hear it. Good stuff. Right, well, I've got another tour to do, so... Sorry, sorry, yeah, of course. I'm John Watson, by the way. John Watson? Harry's son. Well, bugger me. I do apologise, John. Goodness...
Yes, I see the... I see his eyes and his cocky little smile. The cheeky bastard he was. Yeah, that's the one. Wasn't he just... Crikey. How are you doing? How's your mum? Is she okay? Yeah, all good. She's good. She's good. She sends her best. Lovely. To you and Beatrice? Yes. No, I'll pass the message on. Is she doing okay? Is she alright? Oh, very much so. Villa, spa, sunshine...
Just what she needs. Just what she needs. OK, then. Well, really lovely to see you, John. I often raise a glass to her. Cracking lad. Yeah, thank you. I have a few questions, Mr Norbertson. I bet I know what the first one is. And the answer is yes. To what? Original Shoscombe 44 engine block. Six-cylinder, twin overhead camshaft.
This is the Coupe model. You had the Roadster, which is a much firmer ride. I feel the spring in that, eh? Ah, yeah. Yeah, it's bouncy. Very bouncy. Oh, oh.
That's a leaf spring live axle. She'll go 0-60 in 7 seconds. 1948, that is fucking quick, let me tell you, John. Yeah, no, it's pretty bloody quick for 2024, to be honest, Robert. Oh, jeez, getting quite close to the lake, mate. Ah, the handling on these things.
Sublime, sublime. I hope so. Gianfranco Lancetti did all this coachwork for the folders. He even added his signature stitching and here on the wheel, look. What is the value of this thing? Why? Are you interested? I don't think we could afford it, Robert. You could always ask Gary Lineker, eh? Yeah. Oh, bloody hell, that's fast.
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I know you know the route. I'm saying I want to explore these woods.
But why? Because this is where she fled. Well, she's not going to jump in the river in the middle of the night, is she? I want to know why she came to our tent. Yeah, well, she's doing us a favour right now because otherwise Archie would have had to have sat through that Grand Prix experience. This way. Hello, you lot. I feel like I've ignored you a bit. I don't know why. Maybe it's that thing of worlds colliding. New friends meeting old friends sort of thing.
But that chat with Robert, he played a bad hand, didn't he, Sherlock? He did indeed. Very bad. Yeah, he referenced Gary Lineker. Now, for those of you who don't know, I'm looking at you non-Brits out there, Gary Lineker is the very, very well-known co-founder, I guess, of Goalhanger, who produced this podcast. I do get comments like that, as if I know him personally.
But as Sherlock pointed out, Robert claimed to not know who I was. But then, then he couldn't help himself but mention Lineker. So, he does know who I am, but for whatever reason, he's pretending he doesn't. We've had a couple of hours digesting that chat. We're now coming close to the evening, our second night overnight stay in our tent. Currently walking through Shosken Woods to get back to it.
where Archie is being looked after by someone I really don't want on the podcast. Carrie Evans. But she wanted to see him, and despite what a couple of internet comments would suggest, I am not a twat. So I let her. What's up this way? Campsite is down the hill, mate. Yes, I know that. But this path, where does it lead? I don't know. Why? Well, Trodden...
Brambles have been cut back. What do you want me to say? I want you to tell me what's up there. I don't know. Does it matter? Carrie ran this way. Yeah, well, she does have a habit of running off. Come. Oh, Sherlock, I just want to get this over and done with and have a chilled night. Look at the trees, Watson. Yep, lovely. I'm pretty sure that's an oak tree, mate. No. No one would be stupid enough to light a fire in these woods. And yet...
Where? On the leaves. The nettles. On the bark of the trees. Oh, yeah. No smell to it. It's not recent. This way. Well, it's not a public footpath. No, definitely not. Do you hear that? Yeah, yeah. Come this way. Hey, hey, can we not? Can we not? People around here are bloody weird about rambler's rights and all that stuff. If it's a farmer... It isn't. How do you...
What is that? It's like an abandoned house. In a sense, yes. It's a house for the dead. A mausoleum? Yes.
A very tired one, but... What? It has a new padlock. Ah, what are you doing? Picking it. Goodness sake, Sherlock, there is nothing here. Do you see anything that actually pertains to the case? This is a mausoleum, Watson. It is on the grounds of one of the oldest manor houses in the country. I suspect...
Beneath this will be a crypt, where the dead Falder family are consecrated and laid to rest. Right, yeah, yeah. You're not really enticing me in, mate. It has a new padlock, and the wife of Sir James Falder has gone missing. What are you saying? I'm saying she could be in here. Jesus Christ. Aha! Here we go. Oh, lovely. After you. Yep, thanks. Bye.
So we are inside the mausoleum and to quote Hayley Joel Osmond, "I see dead people". Well, I see, you know, they're sort of stone coffins. Five of them here all next to each other. Then "Here lieth the bodies of Sir Edward Falder Knight". This is quite hard to read. Not in an emotional way, just the inscription is old and knackered.
his wife Anne. By him she had Sir Henry, Falder and Margaret. Yeah, Margaret. They departed this mortal life the 14th, I think, of June 1606, aged 70 years. Bloody good innings, that, for 1606. Yeah, well done, Edward and Anne. It's...
Ah. Sherlock, can you open that? It's really dark in here. Well, I... What, um, are you doing? Trying to open the door.
Sherlock. Yes, Watson. Quick question. Fire away. Are we trapped in a 400-year-old mausoleum? Trapped is a rather subjective term. We did choose to enter. Sherlock. Yes, actually, I think we are. Right, right, yeah. OK, OK.
Okay, pick a tomb, mate. Which one do you want? Why should... Because I am going to kill you! Come now, Watson. The mausoleum has been in very recent use. Someone will come and find us. It's... it's midnight. Um, no one has come to find us. We have been in here for four and a half hours. I've made friends with all of the dead guys and gals. Neither of us have any signal.
no one apart from a bulldog and my evil ex-girlfriend know we're missing. So, yeah, it's wonderful. Wonderful, wonderful. Absolutely wonderful. Brings a certain perspective, doesn't it? What's that, mate? Being in here with the long dead. Yeah, yeah. Right now, I'm just pissed off. That's my perspective. I'm sorry, what's in the door? No, no, it's fine. It's a big old heavy door. It's not your fault. Not that weird feeling in the pit of my stomach.
You know, when you go home to where you're from and it doesn't feel like home anymore. What feels like home? Baker Street. I just keep thinking about the trickling Thames out there off on his adventure into the city. The journey you took. Well, yeah, it took a long time to go about it. A few detours. Rivers are just as doubtful, Watson. Just as unsure.
They take the course they find easy through the soft earth. That's why their paths are winding and splintered. They look for the easy way. Only the most determined bore through the hardest rock over time. Much, much time. Of course. Yeah. Just still feel like a little trickle though. Even the torrents that seem so wondrous to us will reach their end in a sea.
A lake? A waterfall? Well, might as well make some content hay while the moon shines. Here's some shoutouts: To Katie in London. To Chloe and Buddy the dog, don't know where they're from. To Marty in Wisconsin. To Jinx. To Isa in the Netherlands. Happy birthday to Kayden. Happy 17th birthday to Emma in Germany.
Noah wants to know Sherlock's most common stim. I'd say at the moment it's definitely that one. Shout out to Victoire from Colombia, to Celeste in Mexico, Arya Patel in North Carolina, Adrian from the Sunshine Coast in Australia. Shout out to Professor James Moriarty, who is listening intently to every word.
Oh, I'm glad someone is. Eh, James? Oh fuck! What was that? Don't shush me! Watson, please be quiet! Oh, I know, I know what's going on. I'm going insane. I can hear the corpses from the 17th century crying into the night. I've lost my mind. I've lost my mind. It's great. It's great. It's great. It's great. It's coming from below. Yeah, yeah, no shit. Just shush. Please, Watson. Please. Jesus Christ. How do we get down there?
Or, and hear me out here, how do we stop whatever's down there from getting up here? Let me see... Who is that? I would guess... Robert Norbertson. Why would you guess that? A number of factors that I'd like to stew on, if that's alright with you. Yeah, leave me in the dark, please. That's great, thanks. It's marble.
What's marble? This slab on the floor. So... That's too soft for paving. It's because it has an inscription. It's a tomb. I wouldn't be so sure. Infrasolum. The folder kin. Enter with respect. Yeah, yeah. The folder family. Be respectful. Solum. Sad. Infra. Yeah. Sherlock. Infra. Infrasolum. Below...
Below soil. What? It means below soil lies the folder family. It's marble. It'll come loose. I'll say it again. What? Fit your fingers under that end. See where the marble is eroded. It's porous, Watson. It can never be used as a paving slab. It absorbs everything, even in a room like this. Okay, just... Right, on three. One...
Two... Three... Oh, forget it, forget it. Watson, we must go down there. Do you have any idea what that is? It's a crypt. Yeah, exactly. If there's somebody down there, they came in via another route. If there's another route...
We can get out. Counterpoint? If there's somebody down there, there's somebody down there! I'm confident in our abilities to subdue the visitor. I... yeah. Well, I mean, yeah, me too. You're concerned they may be supernatural? No, I'm not. It's nothing to be ashamed of. Not ashamed, just... Okay, right, okay. Dark...
Chilling air, full of the dead. Okay. Okay, let's go into the crypt. Let's go into the crypt. Let's go into the crypt.
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