Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Gas leak, apparently.
He'd left all the rest of his clothes in his locker.
after finishing exams ...
You've got to find those plans, Sherlock.
You'll need to pick up some stuff first. Have you got a pen?
What if I was to shoot you now?
Those tired, clubber's eyes.
Catch you... later.
- So this is a hit? - Definitely.
I'm going to Sarah's. There's still some of that risotto left in the fridge.
- It's a warning. - A warning?
Sherlock Holmes.
Kenny Prince was the butt of his sister's jokes week in, week out.
Daddy's had enough now.
Kinder? No, no. Sherlock, thatwasn't kind.
Consulting criminal.
Seven?
Well, I'd better be off.
- Hey, Sherlock, how long? - What?
- Meaning... - He's our bomber.
Carl laughed at me
Sherlock! What if there's someone in?
I'll see you at the Fox.
That, er... thing that you... that you did,
...continuing into the sudden death of the popular TV personality
The alarm shows he did regular night shifts.
Police have issued an emergency number...
I just got out of my depth.
Nothing!
And no-one ever will.
Have you got any change for the cigarette machine?
No, has it occurred to you that the bomber's playing a game with you?
You're like Laurel and bloody Hardy, you two! What's going on?
Er...
Help!
That the painting's a fake.
Well, you know. Pink lady, pink case,
- Bored. - What?!
had a 20,000 Colombian peso note in his wallet.
something that would stop the owner getting paid £30 million.
He's been bulk ordering Botox for months.
Last seen by his fiancée 10.30 yesterday evening.
- Who was I talking to? - Why did you lie to her?
- How?! How?! -8
...exploded into supernovas...
- That, plus his arm. - His arm?
No, they're all Jags.
I'll remember.
from where he put the cream on his feet.
Gay.
Wasn't it? Interesting.
Can I get you anything, sir?
I did.
Fortunately, Ihaven't been idle. Come on.
- I will stop you. - No, you won't.
Thank you. Thanks again.
Well, if I ever did, I've deleted it.
Eh, you've gotta help me, Mr. Holmes!
Woo-hoo! Have you two had a little domestic?
- Hello? This one...
He told me about these missile plans.
Carl Powers.
It didn't do you any good, did it?
- Was that it? - No, that's not it.
Discovered by Urbain Le Verrier in 1846...
He told us he hadn't been abroad recently,
No-one wears a shirt on a sunbed.
Just to say hi.
Never mind your usual trivia. This is of national importance.
No, jumpers.
This kid will die. Tell me why the painting is a fake. Tell me!
- Any time you want to explain? - Homeless network.
- Is that news to you? - No, no.
- You know, I'm still waiting. - Hm?
Go ahead.
pink phone. There was a lot of pink. Did you like it?
Me Yo
- John? - Mm.
Woodbridge knew, but how?!
Something new.
He worked in a museum or gallery. Did a quick check.
I can see you're not a car man, eh!
Then why didn't he cancel his dental appointment?
We had a break-in, though.
Why shouldn't I?
Analysis shows it's from Sussex with London mud overlaying it.
Carl Powers, killed 20 years ago.
- I'm glad no-one saw that. - Mm?
It's a fake, that's the answer, that's why they were killed.
Very good.
- How did I do? - Well, John.
Oh, did I really make such a fleeting impression?
- Oh... No. - Go on.
That is the question -
Heroes don't exist, and if they did, I wouldn't be one of them.
Is that where this leads?
- Any luck? - Oh, yes!
Real name - Oskar Dzundza. One of the deadliest assassins in the world.
Er... yes.
- What? - Taught you how to cut up a beast.
Anything in? I'm starving.