Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So, the balance of probability is...
John, I am a ridiculous man.
That would ruin it, spoil the mood.
However, I'm not just here to praise John,
the other one is...
He's going to figure out that it's code.
I'm not John. I can tell when you're fibbing.
nothing apparently wrong.
When's this supposed to have happened?
I'm going to walk around, shake things up a bit.
Perfume?
that I love and care about
Sometimes it's so hard not ...
- No. - No?
"All good wishes for your special day. With love and many big...
Enjoy the wedding.
So that's him.
- Got it. - Go on, then.
Friends, that's all I have. Lots of friends.
I checked with the landlord and the man who lived there died.
Ginger. I like gingers.
(GASPS) Really?
- Nothing special. - Whatever's cheap.
Yes. What?
Ah, no.
Currently, he's going home alone. Also, he's a comics and sci-fi geek,
PHOTOGRAPHER: Okay. Three, two, one.
- Again, I was in the room. - How do they always manage that?
The who, the what, the when, the why, the where?
or point out the grease smudge on the back of his neck.
"Love." Bit of a theme, you get the general gist.
Let's play a game. Let's play Murder.
Quite frankly, I still do. But a word to the wise.
"To Mr. and Mrs. Watson.
Come.
I was to be killed by my uniform.
Jones will get all the credit if you leave now and you know he will.
- Private nurse. - I do security work.
We've tackled some strange cases.
I think from now on we'll downgrade you to casual acquaintance,
There's a proper time to die, isn't there?
Now, serviettes.
- See anything? - Hmm?
Okay.
He got into the shower and then someone stabbed him.
I'm used to tourists, it's part of the job.
- Seriously? - Second-class post.
None of you reported anything stolen.
No murder weapon. Door locked from the inside.
Identical triplets. One in half a million births.
comes in truth from the extraordinary contrast
- Tea? - Ah...
But the cubicle was locked from the inside, sir.
The best man.
When finally I understood,
How to resist the temptation to scratch their behinds.
- He's terrified. - Of course he's not.
- A meat dagger? - Yes.
Yeah, pretty good, just...
Major Sholto?
- The big question. - Mmm-hmm?
Do you remember Redbeard?
(EXHALES)
We had a fantastic time
the participants tend to know each other and it's over when one of them's dead.
Major Sholto?
Narrow it down.
Could be any second.
Baker Street, now.
Pray silence for the best man.
What if John asks Sherlock to be his best man?
you're hardly an advert for companionship.
a complete dickhead
You are not a puzzle solver, you never have been.
The telegrams.
Ugh, I chose this wine. It's bloody awful!
Brilliant, ruthless and almost certainly a monomaniac.
that I've still got some kind of interest in Mary?
Captain John Watson, Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers...
Sorry, too many jokes about John.
(VOMITING)
Is it?
He said he'd get in touch and then...
So sorry again about that last one.
- I have to delete something! - 207!
I shouldn't have tried to be clever.
How would you do it? How do you kill someone in public?
Sit down.
- Hello. - Hello.
It is a fact, I believe, that brides tend to favour
(ALL CHEERING)
and brilliantly planned murder or attempted murder
to find out something about this wedding.
Need to work on your half of the church, Mary.
Forty enlisted men and officers.
The day ChatGPT thought it was a person called Mayflyman...
"So sorry I'm unable to be with you on your special day.
Maybe he's married.
Nice.
getting their names from the obituary columns.
You can if you like, she understands very little.