Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(SHUSHING) No, don't get up.
And this must be Dr. John Watson, formerly of
I drove you into her path.
What did she say?
It's the file on Irene Adler?
This is your heart and you should never let it rule your head.
and I will use it.
And I needed to disappear.
John's expressed that thought
If you don't stop prying...
I will burn the heart out of you.
- No. - Give it to me.
Once, a few months ago.
Right. See you.
It's okay, everyone else was busy with... Christmas.
(GRUNTS)
Hamish.
You'll do anything for him.
People do come to you for help, don't they, Mr. Holmes?
Now, that's my kind of man.
She sent this to my address. And she loves to play games.
There's going to be a bomb on a passenger jet.
JOHN: Sherlock...
the police and sets off the burglar alarm.
The British and American governments know about it,
She got in touch, she informed us that the photographs existed,
Okay. just take it, take it.
Sure.
never seeing her again, he'll be fine.
and I will decorate that wall with the insides of your head.
SHERLOCK: So,
Please don't feel obliged to tell me that was remarkable or amazing.
that the crisis is imminent
you wouldn't be able to sell them.
- Your employer? - Particularly enjoyed the one
I said drop it!
In which you enumerate 240 different types of tobacco ash.
There's only so much damage you can do.
MORIARTY: I have loved this, this little game of ours.
MRS HUDSON: Sherlock?
it'll do nothing to impede the flight of a bullet.
Are there?
- Ah! No. - Oh, for goodness' sake!
Put your clothes on!
He does all that anyway...
Heaviest oil deposit is always on the first key used,
I love this, this little game of ours.
Well, why would they be interested?
if he didn't have this bloody stupid power complex.
I expect so, now go.
Hello?
Bye.
Listen, actually...
Oh, it's a bit rude, that noise, isn't it?
Yes, I was just going to take it back to Mycroft.
How did Sherlock recognise her from not her face?
A power play with the most powerful family in Britain.
Drop it.
You think I'm a vicar with a bleeding face?
a safety deposit box at a bank on the Strand a few months ago.
but everything I have to say has already crossed your mind.
So the car's about to backfire
- JOHN: Mrs. H. - Oh, no thank you, Sarah.
Hmm.
Plane blows up midair, mission accomplished for the terrorists,
Not to date anyone with a navy.
MYCROFT: Then you should be paying more attention.
Yes. Yes. Oh!
SHERLOCK: Where do you get that idea?
You'll have permanently disabled any kind of uplink or connection.
- Go and see. - Sherlock!
- Sorry, what? - JOHN: Fifty-seven of those texts,
- Jesus! - I'll call you.
but thanks for asking.
Right.
- Jesus! What are you doing? - He'll sleep for a few hours.
Er; would you, would you mind if I just waited here, just until they come?
- Everyone dead. - Suspected terrorist bomb.
Couple of them specifically wanted photographs of you two.
Don't do anything...
I am sorry. Forgive me.
I take it you've stood down the police investigation
Doesn't eat,
And I assume this Adler woman has some compromising photographs?
(DOORBELL RINGS)
SHERLOCK: Who are you? MORIARTY: Jim Moriarty.
What are you talking about?
hundreds of casualties but nobody dies.
Oh, a few broken ribs, fractured skull, suspected punctured lung.
Did you see him?
I'll come after you if you don't.
(PLAYING GOD SAVE THE QUEEN)
- John? The counter on your blog... - Hmm?
but your employer does.
Hello.
We are in Buckingham Palace, at the very heart of the British nation.
The ashtray.
Well?
JOHN: What's going on?
- What? - The hiker's going to die.
Brainy's the new sexy.
Well, your booby trap did just kill a man.
Smoking indoors, isn't there one of those...
Jesus, what the hell is happening?
- your name has arisen. - Why?
Take that risk.
She chose to give it up.
- Who the hell are you? - Sorry, Mr. Holmes...