Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Must be. Odd, though, he hasn't been in touch.
Sorry.
God, yeah. Mad about it.
No! No! No! No!
I mean it. It's all right for them.
He's texting me now.
Mrs. Monkford...
No, but, Sherlock, the hostage, the old woman, she's been there all this time!
- What? - We need to identify the corpse,
There was nothing taken.
- Yes. - Something fishy about it?
Adults don't write their names inside their shoes, so these belong to a kid.
I cut loose all those people, all those little problems,
just to spite my brother, do you?
When a neat little idea popped into your head.
- Colombia?! - Mr. Ewart, ofJanus Cars,
Pollen. Clear as a map reference to me. South of the river, too.
Alex Woodbridge didn't know anything special about art.
Why? Because he'd recently had a boosterjab.
Er, no. No, thanks.
Um, I just wondered what else you could tell me about the dead man.
It must be possible. It must be staring me in the face.
Merry Christmas!
It's not a fake.
put in touch with people.
Well, Mycroft thinks there is. He's texted you eight times.
Jacket.
How's Sarah, John? How was the Lilo?
Thank you.
- What? - It's a fake. It has to be.
Gotcha.
Yes.
Well, nearly anyone.
Quite a bit of change, too.
- Lestrade will give you the address. - OK.
This is... a funy one
Is this you again?
to get rid of my lover's nasty sister?
Sherlock?
Hi.
- Are you OK? - Me? Yeah, fine. I'm fine. Fine.
I've disappointed you.
No.
Don't know. Dangerous to jump to conclusions.
Bohemian.
- Remember the shoelaces. - Mmm.
I stopped him. I can stop John Watson, too.
What do you mean, gay? We're together.
Really, I would.
Found dead on the tracks at Battersea station this morning
Anything on the Carl Powers case?
Everything.
- And? - And...
Give us a call when...
Hi. So, you're Sherlock Holmes.
- Do you care about that at all? - Will caring about them help save them?
Huh!
- How long have you been following me? - Since the start.
Five pips, remember, John.
Mmm.
You should get yourself a hobby. Stamps, maybe. Model trains. Safer.
It's over in a split second, strawberry jam all over the lines.
Clever you.
Just found this in the glove compartment.
No, no, no, no! Tell me nothing about him, nothing.
A view of the Thames.
OK, I'll prove it. Give me time. Will you give me time?
- Yeah. - But the wound's clean.
It was, but there wasn't much blood.