Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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