Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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