Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Inference, the dead man knew something about it,

Before you ask, yes, it's Monkford's blood. DNA checks out.

- Could fool anyone. - Mmm.

Something's wrong.

- Well... - Got it from Bart's morgue.

The Hickman's contemporary art, isn't it?

John's trying to find out what happened to Westie, Joe.

I knew I could save her. I also knew that the bomber had given us 12 hours.

Botox is a diluted form of botulinum.

She threatened to disinherit Kenny, Raoul had grown accustomed

Change? Any change?

find out about his friends and...

So this is where West was found? - Yeah.

It was pretty easy to get the thing off him, he was so plastered.

That's good, that's a good deduction, yeah.

- Why do you have to spoil...? He's not! - With that level of personal grooming?

It must be. It's how he got the tetanus into her system.

...into supernovas...

It's a horrible thing to say!

I don't know how it started.

and you'd have cleared up the fake painting a lot quicker.

Wait, wait, wait, wait. What painting? What are you on about?

A scratch is almost inevitable. She wouldn't...

I dunno how it happened

And did those whispers have a name?

I've seen her take girls who looked like the back end of Routemasters

Just... watching a DVD.

It was an accident. I swear it was.

Sorry! I've got to run!

- The God with two faces? - Exactly.

I mean, she's left me this place... which is lovely...

He was found at Battersea, yes. So he got on the train?

- Don't make me order you. - I'd like to see you try.

Why does anyone do anything?

- And some beans, then? - Mm.

More bruises...

Mrs. Hudson and I watch far too much telly.

He was a nice guy, Alex.

Not much cop, this caring lark.

- The surprising ones. - Obviously.

what are we dealing with?

the picture was genuine.

Which means your blog has a far wider readership.

Now we go to the gallery.

Many are actually long dead...

Yet the soles of his feet and the nascent varicose veins in his legs show otherwise.

Excellent. What else?

He normally falls asleep, you know, but he sat through this one.

I'm sorry. Who?

- Um... no. - Why not? I thought you'd be flattered.

- I can't. - Can't?

Sodden by the river, but still recognisably...

- Goodbye, John. - Mm.

The art of disguise is knowing how to hide in plain sight.

They're quite big. A man's.

I think Ian Monkford gave a pint of his blood some time ago

What about the time after that?

- Hm. There was no ticket on the body. - Then...

Jupiter, the fifth planet in our solar system, and the largest.

Are you all right?

Wait a second. What about the disinfectant, then, on the cat's claws?

I live over there.

Your brother sent me to collect more facts

- You'll love this. That explosion. - Gas leak, yes?

- Mrs. Monkford? - Oh, yes. She's in on it too.

But you've not taken anything!

There's something else that we haven't thought of.

People might talk.