Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She has such a good heart.

- Yes. - LADY TEWKESBURY: And he...

...to find that my mother was missing.

One, finding a boarding school

MISS HARRISON: Act, think, be as we tell you,

The boy, I deduce, would not, nor would his father have.

How will I... How...

You were supposed to have forgotten that name.

Still, at least we've got each other.

Well... (SIGHS) whatever it is,

(ANIMAL SQUEAKING)

So then it was just the two of us,

Enola, we are both extremely lucky to have lived this long,

GIRL: I'm hungry, Mother.

There are two paths you can take, Enola.

(CAR SPUTTERING)

and you want to drive us into a place where there is most certain danger?

- Impossible. - Ask me three questions about him,

that suits you so well.

- or should I say Miss Holmes? - (ENOLA AND TEWKESBURY GRUNTING)

I'll pay you five pounds...

The name Holmes

ENOLA: Where would he go?

(BICYCLE RATTLING)

(ENOLA GRUNTING)

(HORSE WHINNIES)

With your uncle.

(WOMAN GASPING)

(EDITH GRUNTING)

You do not know Sherlock Holmes.

Cut it off with a knife. Of course you will.

Eyes up! Up, up, up!

And if you still can't see that, then shame on you both!

Do you have any sense as to where my mother is?

What does he want? (SIGHS)

And I am undercover, so forget I told you that piece of information.

I know jujutsu.

(TEWKESBURY PANTING)

to browse your seditious, dangerous, and extremely banned bookshelves.

So why do I feel responsibility

Are you blooming? Send iris, please."

You're a girl!"

who once stood where you do now.

(ENOLA LAUGHING)

To find Mother, the first thing I need to do is leave a cipher

You disappeared. We had to know how far you would run.

Mycroft will make sure to find her.

The next time you meet your brothers, they will have reason to be proud of you.

Don't. I'm trying to have these men's respect.

There was a useless boy, but I rid myself of him.

I want you to be happy.

"The bestowing of chrysanthemums indicates familial attachment

(GRUNTS) Why did you never write?

Money. She must have left a message.

Do you have any ideas?

It should have crushed me, but I managed to roll out of the way,

and there may be those amongst you who have already guessed it,

Where the hell is she?

And you're a cantankerous one, older brother.

- Why? - Because it's fatally boring.

For my own learning.

(TEWKESBURY EXHALES SHARPLY)

Why are you dressed like a powder puff?

and entirely wrong of me to have memorized it.

- Don't let him do this to me. - You are his ward.

I don't get involved in politics.

I'm not entirely an idiot, you know.

MISS HARRISON: Yourself?

A shilling apiece!

I wanted to tell you where I was going,

- Well, he's a bloomin' marquess. - Imminently.

It's because I want to make people happy.

let's just stay like this for a bit.

So I had to fight.

W... You explicitly told me to look for a scrappy girl with no poise.

Perhaps it's a world that needs changing.

(TRAIN WHISTLING)

We didn't send for you, silly girl. We sent for the carriage.

- Don't I sound pathetic? - No.

but I kept getting dragged back towards you.

Enola seems to be surviving perfectly well on her own.

You do make an awful lot of noise, don't you?

You've never shown an interest in this family.

(SHEEP BLEATING)

Why are we doing this?

(EUDORIA CHUCKLES)

but my family were set on me joining the army and going overseas.

(TEWKESBURY CHUCKLES)

She was a peculiar little thing.

The ones she painted. (GASPS)

Get out of the carriage, then.

Be careful with that. I haven't finished reading it yet.

(ENTRANCE BELL JINGLES)

to take a look at this place.

(FIRE CRACKLING)

and responsible mothers.

(INHALES SHARPLY) I can't stay long.

She meant to go.

(SHUDDERING BREATHS)

And how old are you, Miss Posy?

MALE VOICE: Ow!

Ah, the corkscrew.

and so, for better or worse, is Eudoria.

You needn't wear my dress if you prefer not to.

TEWKESBURY: Why have we stopped?

STATION MASTER: This train must leave. We're running extremely late.

(LESTRADE CHUCKLING) Of course!

May Beatrice Posy.

(GASPING BREATHS)

with another boy.