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Sherlock & Co. — Introducing: Bear Hunt. Machine-transcribed; use the interactive transcript above to jump the player to any line.
This series contains strong language and violence. It is fiction. Resemblance to reality is coincidental. This is bare hunt. Oh, right.
The Great Game. It's called. He's the India Company Coined It, but Kipling, many others all used it. Great Game. Strategic struggle between Britain and Russia. Who centuries law? Still going clearly. Only it isn't much of a fucking game if one player is turning away from the board, Alex. Give your old pal Bill Rimmickall. All 224 would die with the game. Over the North Sea, and this year 2025 is no different. Prime Minister. At 21 11 hours. The captain and first officer believe the plane to be on course, 225 degree true. ATC confirm and get the same data, but their altitude readings are differing with the cockpit readings. At 21 11, if both parties understood that reality, that's not a problem.
Because this can happen and does. Does happen. That's right, Prime Minister. Not typically on the North Sea though. Now, we have from this point at 21 11. The... Prime Minister. Can we grab you for a second? Yeah, of course I suppose. Henry got a speech. Can I have this written up please? Chris. Thank you. Fran wants to get on top of it because there's reports saying it was a near empty flight. That's just... Not... What is it? Cobra. Right. It's from Royal Navy ISR vessel, correlated with RAF rivet joint tasking. This vessel was in the North Sea, and these are the abnormally strong L1L2 signals that picked up at 21 100 hours. Right, Phil. Can you hear... Did you get that? Yeah. What's Anthony saying? We're talking a signal consistent with...
GPS disturbance. Dis... Disturbance. Deliberate? Do we think? Phil? Yes. Yeah. Yes. It's deliberate, likely deliberate. Deliberate GNSS interference consistent with the big thing. From a vessel in the area. NATO. We assess Prime Minister with high confidence it was Russian. There was... Someone said earlier, the oil rig. Yes, Prime Minister, it had incorrect coordinates. Same patch of the central North Sea. We're talking about here. Just sort of zooming out for a moment. It's a general activity that they were doing. Spoofed all GPS readings. Yes, a part of their Greyzone warfare strategy.
Greyzone warfare. Right. So this GPS spoofing... He got the... No, sorry. No, go on. Yep, that activity. Yes, that got B-A-236. Keep me updated on the search. Prime Minister. Afghanistan. 15 years earlier. The situation right now in the year of our Lord, 2010, turns out turning poppy fields to copy plantations here in Hellman. It's pretty fucking hostile work. Someone decided that since we can't buy Terry out, we're going to dig him out. So fucking peace. Lots of fucking democracy. Have some of that, Terry. And do things the American way.
Kuok Mosher Act, which commenced a few months back, February 2010, I think. It's part of the new war model. Five months on. Part of the new war model. Americans want to clean up job before we deliver police, engineers and government in a box. And today's cleanup... Is to run a link up with a sniper element, is that right? Ooh, do you want to take this brief, necky cunt? I'll finish fucking talking, shall I? Of course. Of course. Yes, of course, Lance Corporal Wade, sir. Robert's turn, is it, yeah? Is, yeah. Go one click north, yeah? Fuck off as fast as you can, to Sierra Papa Romeo 03984070, and link up with Duffy. Duffy. Warper, old Tom, Duff.
Thank you, Lance Corporal. Oh, what's needed for him? He's been there a pretty decent amount of time. Piss one need throwing. Maybe he's got a dump in there for you and all. Understood. That's the thrill of this job, Robertson mate. You never know. Could be piss, could be dump, could be spunk, eh? Hey, and if you drink all that, you'll get a mention in debrief. Fucking hero, yeah. Uh, stepping that vehicle and I'll blast it. I'm serious. We'll just fucking blame Terry Taliban. Walk. Roger that. Corporal. Corporal Madoff.
We're in Hellman, not Katak. Duffy. Robo, come take a pew man. You're lucky, eh? Empty piss bottle. Not a drop. That's, uh, impressive. It's like dehydration in a packet of biscuit brown before we're left. I'm locked down tighter than a jock's pockets. You see the Taliban out there? Oh, I, of course. There's a, a set of range finders in my day sack. Yep, chop, chop. I spy with my 40 power eye, something beginning with D. Does it? No, Deckers. Jew of Deckers with a doucheker. Jen, I'll burn me on, I can't see them. The Alpha-14, big compound with a wall come left a fist at a land of the trees heading
right to left with a ditch behind it. I can't see them. You're gonna drop them. Not really how things are done anymore, sadly. An hour away, Ashu, well, what? We're on card Alpha now. What's that? Shorthand for GSP-398A, of course. Of course. We lost hostile in tent a few weeks ago. Not to worry, we want to kill two little gentlemen like this. We got to ask nicely, Robo. Tungsten 99 this is tungsten 32 Alpha. We are at grid Sierra Papa Romeo 03984070, pair of fighting-age males, PID, and vicinity of Alpha-14 with one times crew-served heavy weapon, requesting R-O-E upgrade to hostile in tent over. 99 read back, tons of 32 grid Sierra Papa Romeo 03984070,
PID, two times fighting-age males, picking you from vicinity of Alpha-14 with one X crew-served heavy weapon, requesting R-O-E upgrade to Alpha-Style in tent. Wait out. They must be using that ditch to move around. Now you're thinking, Robo. Tungsten 32 Alpha, 99. Tungsten 32 Alpha send it. 99 message from tungsten 019427, R-O-E request, didn't I? Maintain I? No, but we can't touch him. Because of what Obama? No, we can't, says Mr. Yes We Can. Welcome to 2010. Tungsten 32 Alpha out. Double press the button at the top of the box. Get me a range of the trees. The dick is a retort or blur to me. That's 170 meters to the trees. Roger. My usual advice would be if you can't be best, be fast. But we may have to let them of the opening pop.
What do you mean? We can't shoot at them unless they shoot us. Oh, what are you doing? Pick up a boot. Stop the get-towel, man! Get on the net, let 99 we're taking effective. 99, free-zoo Charlie! Cut! Wait, wait out, wait out. Tungsten 99, this is tungsten 32 contact at last time in given locations. Two times FEM killed, crew served, weapons still operable. No friendly injuries. Maintain I's on for fall-up, Obama. 99, Roger, no friendly WIA. Two times FEM. Bear hunt. Available now, wherever you get your podcasts.
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