Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

JOHN: You forgot to put your collar up.

The thrill of the chase, the blood pumping through your veins,

we need to know about the state of his breath.

So just your brother, Molly Hooper and a hundred tramps.

You can have me arrested,

You pushed us all into thinking that Sherlock was a fraud,

isn't in the habit of hanging around other people, is he?

A bungee rope, a mask, Derren Brown.

I wanted you not to be dead.

Because it was closed before it ever opened.

I know that face.

Listen to me. I am not gay!

It's not carrying explosives,

Why didn't you call the police?

I agree, I'm the best thing that could have happened to you.

(CONTINUES SPEAKING SERBIAN)

I find nothing irresistible in the hat of a well-travelled, anxious,

- look at us right now. - (BUZZING)

Boring. Your move.

I know. I was there.

MYCROFT: Sherlock, please, I beg of you.

What are you talking about?

I asked you to stop being dead.

just hints as to the extent of his web.

- RECORDING: Mind the gap. - (CHUCKLING)

Just trying it out.

But you overdid it, Phillip, you and your little fan club.

This is Tom. Tom, this is everyone.

But you don't understand the pain of it, the horror.

- What are you doing? - I'm calling the police.

JOHN: That was the most ridiculous thing I've ever done.

Lord Moran, he's a Peer of the Realm.

Look, if you're not going to take it seriously, Laura, you can...

- John Watson? - Hang on, who are you?

- Just trying it out. - Well, it ages you.

Molly. Molly Hooper? She was in on it?

Well, why isn't it on the maps?

Oh, you bastard!

- I'm busy. - Oh, go on, it's been an age.

Lurid. A case so sensational you hoped I'd be interested.

(MEN SPEAKING SERBIAN OVER RADIOS)

The classic headgear of Andes, it's made of Alpaca.

- Obsessive-compulsive. - Hardly. Your client left it behind.

- Quite a scheme. - Colossal.

It vanishes between St James's Park and Westminster.

- John! - John?

- maybe they're going to make... - Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!

destroy my reputation, bit by bit.

there's going to be a terrorist strike on London, a big one.

You've been letting things slide, Graham.

adhering to the perspiration stains on the inside.

Yeah. I've moved on.

- You knew how to turn it off! - There's an off switch.

There may not be time for that now.

One word to let me know that you were alive!

Why would an agent give his life to tell us something incredibly insignificant?

You said he was anxious?

Oh! Ah, lovely.