The Hound of the Baskervilles - Part Three

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And there he is.

Sir Charles Baskerville.

He hasn't been opened up.

Not yet.

You're really going to do this.

What are you expecting to find?

A poisoning or something?

If they say there's nothing suspicious, then what harm am I doing?

What about his family?

No wife.

No children.

You know what?

Jamie, you were looking for something and I think we have

a semblance of something.

It's called catacolamine surge.

Something just

bang, gripped him.

It flooded his body with absolute terror, stress, fright, call it whatever you want.

And then it just

detonates in here.

He gives out, too old to take

whatever horror he witnessed.

Who's he gonna meet?

He's a lonely old man in a manor house.

He's got no wife, no kids, no family.

I didn't say there was no family.

Henry Baskerville,

the Canadian nephew,

heir to Baskerville Hall.

How do you think I am?

Can you...

I mean...

You've got no shoes?

I have a shoe upstairs.

This place said some utter crap.

But somebody took my shoe.

They actually took my shoe.

Hey, hey, hey, Northumberland Hotel.

Right here.

Yes, I know.

Oh, sorry.

I thought you were walking faster.

I am.

Sorry.

Wait, why?

Because we're being followed.

Oh, I knew it.

What the hell is going on?

Come this way.

Okay, okay.

Was he killed?

Henry.

Was he?

Uncle Charles, was he killed?

It's complicated.

It's not complicated.

Stop saying it's complicated.

He is.

He was an he was frail.

He was alone and sick and dying and his and he had heart failure.

It literally gave out because he was so old.

I love him.

I'll miss him, but this, this is not some tragic tale of life torn away.

It was, it sure as hell is not complicated.

Did you just do that?

Do what?

Not you, him.

I did nothing.

You put a note in my pocket.

I assure you, I didn't.

Well, who did?

Show me.

Get off.

Show me the note.

What does it say?

Keep away

from the moor.

I guess it is kind of complicated.

Keep away from the moor.

Huh.

It's all.

Well, it's all letters cut from newspaper headlines.

Yeah.

Except this last one, the R at the end.

They drew on.

And someone slipped this into into his pocket?

Yeah.

I mean, yeah, that's what Henry said.

And you guys didn't see anybody?

Even Sherlock didn't see anybody.

Arguing?

Yeah.

And look, it didn't necessarily happen in the shop.

It could have happened anywhere.

What shop?

Shoe shop.

Did you lose your shoes again?

No.

No, Henry did.

He lost the shoe.

It's a long story.

Uh-huh.

What's he like?

Probably alright.

We just...

got off on the wrong foot, really.

He's inheriting Baskerville Hall, so I think our questions came across to him like...

Yeah, we were accusing him of involvement somehow.

Do you think he was involved?

No.

Wait, do we?

Sherlock?

We have our clues.

We must handle them with great care, for they are ever so fragile.

Wispy threads that we must weave and braid into a hardened cord.

Okay, great.

How many threads do you have?

Three.

We have the note, we have the missing shoe, and we have our follower.

Wait, so someone is following you?

Wait, the shoe is a clue?

Sure, look.

You just had to jump in.

What?

I asked my question first, okay?

For me, you know, he's murdered two young women in London, and now he's, by all accounts, uh, roaming across

through here at Dartmoor.

Um, for me, as a local with a wife, with daughters,

there's your monster roaming the moor.

I don't think so.

Crazy, isn't it?

The police have released security footage today from Dartmoor's families of those Spanish regarding the escape of convicted killer.

I actually feel it personally, which is ridiculous.

No, don't

let that piece of shit hurt any more people, including you.

They can't help

feel for those poor people out there on the moor

living out there.

And this guy is on the loose.

Not like he's a burglar who just committed some tax fraud.

He killed people, two beautiful girls.

You'll get him.

I hope so.

Yeah.

What are you doing?

Down up.

You've just had a power nap.

Shouldn't you be investigating?

No, I'm waiting for Sherlock.

Why?

What do you mean?

He's stewing.

He's thinking.

Yeah?

So am I.

Thinking about what?

Exactly.

Uh, thinking about having a nap.

John, get out there and help him with the three threads or whatever he calls them.

I feel excited about this.

Yeah, no, I will.

I just

what?

Dunno.

I don't know.

Talk to me.

What?

My track record without Sherlock's.

Not great, so can I just

be there for when he needs me?

Sir Charles Vaskerville's funeral right away.

Witches now.

Wait, let me get dressed.

We'll walk along the top hill by Baskinville Hall, and

we can map out the mine shafts, can't we?

They're always a danger.

Just hold on a few secs.

My torch is a bit.

I can't see where I'm going.

Just follow my torch, mate.

Just watch a step.

Ham?

Ham!

I

I can see something

in here.

Not a popular man.

Yes.

Perhaps forgotten.

In his lonely Gothic manner.

Henry Baskerville would like to speak on Charles, his uncle.

My mom was American, my dad, English.

One summer we'd go to the States, to New York, and the next summer we'd come to England, to Dartmoor, to see Charles.

In my teenage years, I gotta be honest, I hated the Dartmoor thing.

The place was old, cold, creepy, and quiet.

And I never had any service on my...

I guess I was a Nokia back then.

And New York just seemed like this whole world of possibility and excitement and expression and everything that you think it's going to be.

But before I was that starry-eyed teen itching to get out of Rockwood, Ontario, Dartmoor was like a mythical fantasy world.

My dad and Uncle Charles would take me on these hikes from tour to tour, pointing out the great bogs and mires that festered with little minions and beasts.

So he and Charles told me.

The forests with their little fairies and the pixies burrowing in the undergrowth.

The pubs and the old stone buildings that housed headless horsemen and wicked witches.

It was a wonderland.

Yeah, a total wonderland.

And it's only when I got older, only a few years ago actually,

when my father died,

that I realized what I really loved about the place was that I wasn't in Dartmoor.

I was in the mind of my father and his kooky older brother, Uncle Charles.

I was invited into their childhood, their stories, their adventures.

I wasn't infatuated with the landscapes and the village greens.

I was six years old.

I was infatuated with them,

these two old guys and their magical kingdom.

But

we have a

chemical reaction in us, an instinct that forms at 13, 14, 15, where we

reject our parents.

As best we can.

A hardwired predisposition to go out in the world, to spread, and

I put these people,

like Sir Charles, out of my life

for too long.

I asked my father for forgiveness at his funeral, and I ask Charles the same now.

Charles Baskerville was a man of incredible imagination and generosity.

He was a charitable man, right to the end.

He

felt the Baskerville name needed a

cleansing to buff up the dulled leather into a proud gleam, a good spit shine,

he used to say.

He cleaned it up pretty good.

To the darkness of Baskerville Hall, he brought the light.

He brought the light.

Bleak day for a bleak occasion.

I look at that coffin.

We cut that bloke open yesterday.

Jamie couldn't make eye contact with me in there.

Guess he's feeling a bit sheepish about now, too.

A hangover from his tenacious little scheme yesterday

Yes

I See you're doing what I'm doing.

Oh, yes.

What's that exactly?

You know what?

Looking for our

stalker.

Yep

Although I'm no longer looking for him.

I'm looking at him

There's a man I see just there.

Where?

Well I can't point described then leaning against the railings of Parliament Square.

Bearded guy.

John!

Henry, okay.

We thought we'd come to the service because.

Paul Bearer down.

Can you.

Oh,

yeah, yeah.

Yeah, I can do that.

Yeah.

Sherlock, I've just got to.

Of course.

Thank you.

Thank you.

No, no, no, an honor.

Just here.

Yeah.

Okay, gents.

We'll go one, two, three, and then we'll lift.

Okay, go slow rise, please.

One, one, two, three,

lift.

Left,

right,

left,

right.

That's it.

Now we're on the three.

Down slow.

One, two, three.

Gentlemen, slow.

Gentle.

Bye, Uncle Charles.

Go find your little brother.

Tell him Henry says hi.

Thank you, John.

No problem, Henry.

I need a drink.

You figured out my creepy note yet?

Because my train leaves in the morning.

Going down there with Jamie.

To Dartmoor?

Uh-huh.

So you prefer not to heed the instruction on the mysterious note.

Nope.

I think you should come with me.

To Dartmoor.

To Vaskerville Hall.

Why?

Cause i think yeah it's yeah i agree something is uh

not right

i don't think the police are gonna entertain it unless they are seriously bored so i think you should join you have seen him the bearded man

yeah

when where i was getting ready this morning showering and i turned the water off and i heard something in my room it i it it was misty and i looked into the mirror opposite above the sink, and I can see into my room.

The bearded man.

The bearded man, exactly.

I froze.

I mean, I'm not just creeped out.

I'm totally naked.

So

by the time I've come to my senses, he's ran down the corridor and out.

Hotel are going to help with the security footage and everything, but I know what he took anyway, so.

He took something.

Yeah, of course.

He's not just popping by to watch me shower.

Is he?

Not of course.

Not of course at all.

What did he take?

My Blue Jays cap.

The hat you wore yesterday.

Yeah.

I said to the hotel guys it won't take very long to track him.

There's like maybe 10 Blue Jays fans outside of Toronto.

But got the shoe back, so.

What?

Shoe showed up.

When?

Dunno.

Just saw them.

Both shoes on the ground this morning as I left.

Cleaned.

Yep.

I mean, one had got cleaned already.

They did all that shine stuff.

they just took this stupid shoe.

Why do you think this guy is taking stuff, Sherlock?

I haven't

been able to quite understand that just yet.

An old shoe, but then returned, then an old hockey cap.

Baseball.

Shush.

Our three threads remain unconnected, but we have the chance to tie them together.

However, I fear one thread may be cut.

What thread is that?

Oh, not the note.

That's our biggest clue.

These letters.

Each one was ripped from the Times newspaper, yesterday's Times newspaper.

You could figure that out?

From those cuttings, really?

Yes.

I have had the whole night with it.

Observe the type-condensed serif with sharp contrast, not the shallower forms of tabloids or supplementary reads.

The bracketing of these angled serifs, that's Times Modern, used only in the compact edition, not the broadsheet or weekend editions.

If we examine the why here from the word away.

Evidence tampering, a bit there, mate.

Yes, but as far as the police are concerned, that would be tampering with evidence in the case of the elderly man dying of natural causes.

Fair enough.

See this behind the Y.

Impressions of what?

A pen?

Iro pen, yes.

It's three letters.

P-R-O.

Pro.

What does that mean?

It's twelve down from yesterday's Times crossword.

Introductory session, eight letters.

Right, so they did the crossword and then cut out a load of letters and stuck them on a bit of paper for a scary note.

And why not do the last letter?

Why write the R?

They did not do the crossword.

They didn't?

They didn't.

They took the paper from the tube.

Its previous owner did the crossword.

How exactly do you...

Every creasing on the very first letter here.

S.

Not just folded, but folded and compressed with some weight, so likely sat on.

Blackened prints and rub off here and here, so it was somewhere humid, like an underground train carriage on a rainy day as various coats and umbrellas condensate into the thick air.

And we know it because of the final letter here in the note, the R.

Written on rather than cut out and stuck on.

Yes, because what?

They couldn't find an R in the headlines.

I've read the paper, and they definitely could have done.

So the R was omitted because they were in a hurry.

The task of tearing out letters and sticking them to the page was slow and laborious for their sudden rushed need.

But

sorry, how does the drawn-on R show that this was a paper off the tube?

I believe you from the fold and the smudging humidity thing, but because it's not a biro.

Aha.

The tube rider had the biro.

Our correspondent here took the paper from the tube once discarded, began their tearing and sticking, and then used a pencil for the final letter.

The R here is sketched and scribbled on over and over, so no discernible handwriting analysis could be done.

So they're trying their best to remain elusive.

Right down to the wearing of gloves to do the act, sadly.

And unfortunately, the paper wasn't the only thing they took from the tube journey.

That is where they found their adhesive, too.

What the hell are you talking about?

Gum, Mr.

Basqueville.

I'm talking about gum.

Oh, Jesus.

What?

As in chewing gum.

Indeed.

They chewed gum and then stuck down each letter with it.

They did not.

They picked up strangers' gum instead.

Oh, for

why?

That is disgusting.

Yes, but it allows for very little in the form of DNA forensics, doesn't it?

Rather ingenious, really.

Yeah, yeah, ingeniously disgusting.

So, no trackable clues?

Not even, like, I don't know, the paper quality or style?

A5 notepad.

It most likely contained a logo, but that has been ripped off in the bottom corner.

See?

Ah, yeah.

I suspect from a hotel.

The pencil would have been provided with it, I imagine.

But that's all I can do, sadly.

Imagine

our first

broken threat.

A dead end.

Then

we must grab the next.

Oh!

Sherlock, what are you doing?

What?

Look out the window and see for yourself.

Holy shit, the bearded man.

Go, go, go.

Sherlock, he's heading to Westminster Bridge.

I see that.

Are you okay?

Yes, just keep running.

He's getting into a car.

Ah, Balance.

Hey, don't take that guy.

Ah, shit.

Southbound.

They're going southbound across the bridge.

Great, why is there no traffic?

There's always traffic, but right now, fucking nothing.

Excuse me, out of the way.

This way.

What?

That's a McDonald's.

Yes, I know.

Ah, sorry.

I didn't realise you wanted to stop off for a bloody Big Mac.

Yes, it's Emily's birthday.

And she's gone to see Big Ben.

and now she's getting a happy meal, aren't you, Emily?

Say hi to Nanny.

Give me your keys to your scooter now.

Ah, Mary!

Oh my gosh.

Sherlock, you giant idiot.

What the fuck are you doing?

Keys now.

Okay, okay, okay.

Keys.

Thank you.

I'm so sorry, everyone.

I am so sorry.

Mate, are you okay?

Go on.

If you're going to take his bike, did you order number 148?

Um.

You did what?

I told you is the least we could do for stealing the bike.

We're not stealing it, we're borrowing it

because we are busy.

Busy with something much more important than a McCrispy chicken burger.

It's the McSpicy chicken burger, to be accurate.

Oh, shut up.

Where do we think he went?

Once we reach the end of Westminster Bridge, we have two options.

The A3200 or the A3036.

Okay, what one do we fancy?

The last I saw of the cab, it was in the right of the two lanes.

So we think he went right?

We can think and we can hope, dear Watson.

Go, go, go!

Make the green light.

Green, red, or bloody purple, we're going through it.

See you!

That's a busy road.

Sorry.

Cabs up ahead.

Get in.

One of them can be our guy.

Come here, you big beardy bastard.

We're looking for license plate AL124BY.

You're so good at that.

Thank you.

I mean, you are good at lots of things.

Oh, Watson, you're too kind.

You're bad at lots of stuff, too.

This is just what we need in our team.

You know, I think sometimes I struggle with the courage of my conviction.

I'm having a lot of self-doubt because I think of myself as just part of you, not really my own person, and I need to rebuild that.

I don't want to just jettison myself rather than

Jesus Christ.

Large and spicy meal.

With um

fries are just everywhere in the bottom of the bag.

That's

that's not ketchup, that's blood.

So go easy on that.

Thanks.

Yeah, enjoy.

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Ow!

Well, if you remained still, I'd be able to stitch.

You can't stitch.

Is that why you're struggling to stitch it?

Is it one of your special threads?

Is it mate, the one poking out of my neck?

Firstly, it's not your neck, it's your shoulder.

Secondly, as I told you, the first thread has been broken because the note leads us to a dead end.

What about the security camera from the shoe shop?

You said.

They don't monitor it.

The city council do, and they won't give me access.

Well, ask the p- Ow!

Ask the police.

I have.

And?

They're being uncooperative and blaming bad funding and busy workloads.

Mm-hmm.

Ah, right.

Okay, enough.

So sorry.

Remind me again.

You need a TFL customer service agent.

Nope.

We have a meeting with a driver.

It was arranged by the TFL general manager of taxi and private hire.

Right, of course.

On the phone, he said he'll be here waiting for us.

Okay, just a couple of minutes.

I think I know where they are.

Great.

Thank you.

Ow, stop prodding it.

Hello there.

Alright.

Hi, yeah.

Look, I don't know what you got against me, right?

Because the guidance states that for license renewal, as long as the paperwork is complete.

I have nothing against you.

Oh, right.

On the contrary, I'll have a hundred pounds for you if you can answer some questions.

Really?

What kind of questions?

Like your name.

Let's start with that.

John Clayton.

Okay, Mr.

Clayton.

Do you recognize us?

Yep.

When When was the last time you saw us?

Uh, you were chasing the cab down Lambeth Palace Road.

That fella came off of the roundabout.

Yeah, yeah, that fella did.

And it bloody hurt.

Did that alarm you?

Well, yeah, yeah.

And your passenger, was he alarmed?

He was pretty, um, alarmed.

Right from when I picked him up, to be honest, yeah.

Why?

Don't know.

Did he tell you to flee from us?

I noted you broke the speed limit on a couple of occasions.

Yeah, he said something about that.

Yeah.

What did he say?

He said you were thugs.

You tried robbing him.

Did you believe him?

Well, for a bit, yeah.

Where did you drop him?

At Stockwell.

He said he lived in Stockwell all his life, but

has a bit suspect, huh?

Why?

Well, he didn't know after places I mentioned, did he?

You think he was lying?

Yeah, I do.

Yeah.

I sent to him,

I said, I think you're being a bit dodgy.

I said it right to him as he got out.

How did he react to that?

He said it was because he was a detective.

He.

he's a detective?

Well, that's that's what he said.

Yeah.

Did he say anything else?

Well, he dropped his name like it was a big shot or something.

Well, well, that is rather imprudent of our Master Stalker.

Could I ask what his name was, Mr.

Clayton?

Yeah, it's a weird first name.

It's Sherlock Holmes.

Haha.

How devious.

How...

Um.

Hmm.

Sherlock.

What a clever little trick.

Everything alright.

Do you know him or something?

Sherlock, where are you, mate?

Okay.

What?

What is it?

What?

What was all that about?

No,

it's nothing you did, John.

Is he a nasty piece of work, is he?

This Sherlock Holmes fella?

Um, he can be

when things don't go his way.

Thanks again, mate.

Sorry, mate.

You forget something.

What?

The hundred quid.

Oh, uh, it's

great.

That's great.

Yep.

Uh, sorry, mate.

No cash.

Well, I do take cards.

Oh, well.

Thank goodness for that.

Lovely.

Cheers, fella.

Big, stupid ass.

Ah, bollocks and pits and balls.

Ah, shiting, stupid, bollocking bugger.

So how was the funeral?

Yeah, very moving.

Very, very solemn.

Did Henry get the

get the chance to um pay his respects?

Pay his respects?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, it was it was quite sad, actually.

It made me think of my uncle, you know, when my dad died at the at the funeral.

You know what, we'll do this later.

Sherlock!

Yes, my dear Watson.

We can hear you.

Hear me doing what?

Was I playing the violin a smidge too loud?

Silly me.

How inconsiderate.

We can hear you swearing.

Who me?

I'm a man of class.

Hmm, perhaps it was street noise from below.

This country has gone to the hogs.

Totally unacceptable.

It's dogs.

The country has gone to the dogs, and we know it's you, mate.

Yes, well.

It is proven that swearing releases stress, tension, and even emotional pain.

Yeah, I mean, proper swearing, not that tweed Paddington bear nonsense you're getting up to in there, mate.

Fuck off.

I apologize.

Thank you.

It just doesn't suit you.

No, it never has.

Are you gonna tell us why you're so upset?

Do you need to lie down on the couch while I charge you 300 quid an hour?

Cause I'm happy to do it.

The third thread is broken.

Three broken threads.

Three

broken threads.

The note?

Broken.

Dead end, afraid end at best.

What about the shoe?

A shoe returned.

And now a cheap hat.

Inexplicable.

A thread so knotted and confusing, I can't untie it.

And a stalker?

Lost.

Slipped through our fingers and weaved into the vast fabric of this city.

Hey, let's take stock.

It's been two days.

Yeah, two bloody days.

It's not the end of it, is it?

This is the beginning.

This needs to be a quick assignment.

We are stretched.

mariana how many active cases do we have right now i mean nothing urgent we're helping the police with a couple of things but um no plans see we may not have a case but we have an investigation i do at least can we pause that sorry pause what sherlock is once again transfixed by that man the spider I need to speak to Armstrong once more to understand the threat against me.

You are rising to the bait of deliberate antagonists, Milverton, Armstrong, that are trying to rile you with the spider bloke.

Oh, we're hunting Spider-Man.

Are we the bad guys or...

A Metchazura, another person trying to wind you up.

You must understand that I weigh the threat of cases very seriously.

Sherlock, in all seriousness, you should go to Dartmoor.

I think it out of the question to leave London, especially as I hunt this individual.

Sherlock, come on.

They could do with a...

I don't know, like literally the best brain in the country to help them out?

I'm not the best brain in the country, and quite frankly, I'd half a a mind to consult with such a person this week.

We have a case, the case of the Baskervilles, right?

Old man dead, some hellhound stalking the land, a shoe taken and a cap missing, creepy beard guy sneaking into showers.

I mean come on

where are you going?

We have Stephen Selden on the loose.

See?

Look.

I have seen it, Mariana.

Then fix it.

Well, all right, let's calm down.

I have to think.

Yeah, think about how you can find a witsy racehorse on Dartmoor, but you can't find a killer.

Mariana will be back later.

Want me to come?

No.

A lot going on everywhere.

There are no signs of Stephen Seldom.

I said,

I can see something, Niall.

Well, what?

What?

Bloody what?

Just point your phone over there.

Where?

There!

By the door.

I can't see anything, Anne.

What am I supposed to be looking at?

Because I.

Don't

move.

Selden.

no, no, no, tabía estambuscando.

Mm-hmm, si.

Well, because

complicated

notís very,

okay, valent.

Si si, notebook.

Lamos habando estácemana.

Con lo que se a

ya ti cuento, vale?

Ok.

Adios, adios, presito.

Oh man, What did I miss?

Nothing, unless you speak Spanish.

I should probably go to bed.

No sign of Shells.

Mm-mm.

Nothing yet.

Who were you talking to?

Hm?

Oh, a friend from back home.

Oh, yeah.

What's happening in all Hispania?

Well, they're all asking me what's going on here.

Really?

Yeah, the

the Selden thing.

Of course, yeah, the Spanish girls.

Yep, it's like my mom and my friend.

Well, actually, quite a few friends are saying.

Alright, alright, I get it.

You got more than one friend.

Ooh.

Haha, shut up.

They're saying it's all over the news there.

Every day.

Yeah, I bet.

I mean, we do the same.

What's the latest, possibly remote?

No.

No, no, no.

I don't want to read or see any more about it.

I'm just getting madder and madder.

I just want...

To stroke this beautiful boy

and go to bed.

You wanna take him down to 221A with you?

He's a therapy dog.

You know, he only charges £300 an hour, and he's happy to do it.

Yeah, maybe you can come and cuddle with me, right, Archie boy?

If I'm doom-scrolling, you have to bite the phone out of my hand, okay?

Yeah?

Better deal?

I don't think Archie would bite someone if his life depended on it.

And my life too, unfortunately.

You, mate, are a long way from a terrifying demonic hound.

A long, long way.

How's Jamie Morton?

Uh, goes back tomorrow.

Is he still struggling?

Yep, he is.

Those misty moors are making him lose it.

He is heading back with Henry, though, so.

Oh, nice, nice.

At least he has company.

Yeah, and that's what Henry would want from us, but

John?

What?

You have to go.

Mariana, it...

You did not mess up.

Before you say it, before you even think it,

you did not mess up.

Name a case that I've cracked.

Name one.

John.

Lady Frances.

Was put in charge.

Cocked it up.

Someone nearly died.

Missing three-quarter, cocked it up, and now Sherlock is still trying to tidy up after it.

I'm not going down to Dartmoor to bumble around like some idiot.

What are you going to do in London?

Whatever he thinks is the best thing to do.

The best thing to do.

God, Jesus.

When did you come in?

Pack your things.

Get the train with Henry and Jamie.

Uh, yeah.

Yeah.

Want me to look at accommodation?

Baskerville Hall.

Oh.

All right.

Uh, if Henry doesn't mind, what you're doing clothing-wise, is it rain the whole time?

I won't be coming.

What?

Mariana will.

Sorry, Sherlock.

You're the one that wanted this case.

My presence in Dartmoor will not be advantageous.

It will be for case-solving, mate.

That is what we do.

I disagree.

I'll go pack my stuff.

You seem eager, Mariana.

Yeah, I want to help.

With our events at Baskerville Hall, I hope.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

See you in the morning, John.

Well, it hold on.

Good night, John.

Sherlock.

There'll be no violin tonight.

You'll need your sleep.

Sherlock.

You are not luminous, Watson.

Lovely, thank you.

But you are a conductor of light.

A conductor of light.

But you are a a conductor of light.

A conductor of light.

But he won't eat the dry food unless he puts something in it, like peas or pan, or sometimes I just let it miss.

Well, his backup symptoms are beginning to make sense.

But in the evening, he can do the wet food.

That's right.

We'll see about that.

And then, um...

Oh, emails.

I'm going to see them anyway, but sometimes people like to think they can book a point.

So what I do is send them back this warm feet here.

Morning.

Good morning, John.

Hey, you sleep okay?

It was

all right.

Yeah.

Okay, you know what?

I'm just gonna email you the instructions, okay?

Yes, of course.

John, you ready?

I am.

Yeah,

do we need to literally fly out the door right this second?

I booked us on the train with Jamie and Henry, so yeah.

Great, cool.

I'll, um,

you shout for a cab, I'll just say bye to Arch.

Okay, sure.

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're not going by yourself.

You're going with Mariana.

You know what I mean?

Where is the gun?

You feel you need it, do you?

Oh, 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 shall be very glad to have you back safe and sound in Baker Street once more.

Ready?

Don't

move.

God Almighty.

It's coming for us.

It's coming.

It's coming.

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