Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(CLOCK TICKING)

- Oh, no, you're... - Oh, yes.

(SIGHING) It's a woman.

SHERLOCK: Lord Moran, Peer of the Realm. Minister for Overseas Development.

And what about John Watson?

- ...utter... - Your face!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Rest assured, Mycroft,

(METAL CLATTERING)

I need to know.

Impossible, the angle was too steep.

I've brought along a few little beauties that might interest you.

Charing Cross is made up of bits of older stations,

Maybe he just doesn't mind being different.

He's different, so what? Why would he mind?

Frequent Turkish and German loan-words.

Are you really going to keep that?

What? No, no I'm not ill.

You're shaving it off.

Please, will you do this for me? Please.

Although he left no note, friends say it's unlikely...

Five times. Very neatly.

I don't know, I can't see the pattern. It's too nebulous.

What are you doing?

Everything was anticipated, every eventuality allowed for.

Absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, Mrs. Reeves.

Just put me back in London.

of different natural fibres.

- So if I'm being John... - You're not being John,

- More wine? - No, I'm good with water, thanks.

I'm certainly endeavouring to, sir.

The airbag needed to be got out of the way just as John cleared the station.

Sorry but the holiday is over,

(GLASS SHATTERING)

I'm living in a world of goldfish.

But also a creature of habit

- Tell me. - Plain as the nose...

I'm suddenly realising I probably owe you some sort of an apology.

I've absolutely no idea how to turn any of these silly little lights off.

I can't be seen to be wandering around with an old man.

No, please, insult away.

Are you going to see him again?

- Clients? - Just my parents.

- Apparently, everyone hates it. - Oh?

If this man cancels his papers, I need to know.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Promise you won't tell anyone? - Swear to God!

- It would have ruined everything. - You were enjoying it.

- Sherlock? - Hmm?

Look at me. And sleep.

And a soldier, as you keep reminding us all!

- Oh, my God! - (MOBILES CHIMING)

It is familiar but with the quality of surprise!

But you didn't. You were always right, I wasn't dead.

That you've spent the last two years playing hide-and-seek?

Well, you cannot possibly go wrong

and complete your story.

the owner always gives me extra portions.

- What? - They built the platforms,

- I should hope so. - I made a little speech.

I just let it slide, Mrs. Hudson, I let it all slide.

That meant there was a corpse in the morgue somewhere

so furtive, he reminded me of a trained bloodhound picking out a scent.

Moriarty was prepared to go.

Actually, um, that was mostly Mycroft's idea.

I know him, don't I?

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

MARY: Sorry that took so long.

And British Birds.

which shows he's a man of a nervous disposition but...

Oh no, you don't take it, do you?

to plant suspicion and that that man, whoever he was,

Killing me, that's so two years ago.