Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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