Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You can't be allowed to continue. You just can't.
Do people actually read your blog?
I let Sherlock Holmes try it for six months.
There's nothing on it any more. It's been stripped.
(ENGINE STRUGGLING TO TURN OVER)
Excuse me.
Uh, yeah, you're right, flight 007.
He went out, a couple of hours ago.
- What are you going to wear? - My battledress.
(POLICE SIREN WAILING)
Okay, tell me, how was he murdered?
(MRS HUDSON LAUGHS)
The flight of the dead.
Okay.
Oh, dear! Thumbs?
Probably my answer has crossed yours.
- You mean me. - Why?
I see from the make that it's a six-digit code.
And Sherlock Holmes is a very lucky man.
WOMAN: Yes, Miss Adler.
How can we do anything while she has the photographs?
The Woman.
His room's through the back, get him some clothes.
for what she does, she prefers "dominatrix".
What are you... What? No, no, no. No. Back to bed.
Killers.
but rather than expose the source of their information,
Thank God for the consultant criminal.
that Coventry was going to get bombed because they'd broken the German code
No, you won't.
I'd say it wouldn't blow much of a hole in the wealth of a nation,
(SIREN WAILING)
- so... - I'd tell you the code right now,
Now, tell me, I need to know. How was it done?
- I had some at the Palace. - I know.
No, I think I'll have the photographs.
one to open the phone, one to burn the drive.
For God's sake, she's the one who knows the code, ask her!
Take a look at where you're standing and make a deduction.
what do you keep on here? In general, I mean?
He wasn't shot; He was killed by a single blow
Do you ever wonder if there's something wrong with us?
but you know what? I already have.
You see how this works, that camera-phone
Time to move on, then. (CLEARING THROAT)
Ooh, lucky boy.
(INDISTINCT SPEECH ON RADIO)
Hmm, so every time they text you...
- Where is she? - Where's who?
(MAN GROANING)
Thank you, thank you. Could you, please?
with a boomerang.
- Sorry, what? - I reset that counter last night.
You will.
No, no, no, you're here for the photographs,
and the breathing pattern of an untreated heart condition,
- My God, really? - What?
Mr. Holmes, if it was the end of the world,
- Coventry. - I've never been.
Oh, come on, surely you've all seen the present at the top of the bag.
(KEYS BEEPING)
(CLEARING THROAT)
as far as I can see.
They're not for blackmail, just for insurance.
What else does she have?
He told me this email was going to save the world.
She had an item in her possession,
I hope the contents make up for any inconvenience
Oh. Mrs. Hudson, my God, are you all right?
And my client is?
Oh, it's always hard to remember an alias when you've had a fright.
I thought you were going to be in Dorset for Christmas?
You should screen your defence people more carefully.
I sent something to Sherlock for safekeeping
That really wasn't very good, was it?
- Can you help us, Mr. Holmes? - How?
"Let's have dinner."
Why does your phone make that noise?
Text.
- How many photographs? - A considerable number, apparently.
Oh.
Sherlock?
This blog has had nearly 2,000 hits in the last eight hours.
Bond Air is go.
It's a story.
- I know human ash. - Leave.
but instead he's in a car boot in Southwark.
Nam show me the car that backfired.
علينا الاتصال بالشرطه نعم هم قادمون
Elevated.
- Where is it now? - Where no one will look.
It doesn't fly. It will never fly.
Hi. Uh, no, it's um...
One of a kind, the one woman who matters?
Didn't even ask for anything, I think he just likes to cause trouble.
He was watching another kind of flying thing.
I won't even last six months.
However hard you try, it's always a self-portrait.
I don't think you do.