Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

so I stopped him laughing.
funny one
- John Watson, hi. - This is my brother, Joe.
Anyway...
killed his prospective brother-in-law.
Listen. This is my hard drive, and it only makes sense
- Take it. - Mm? Oh...
- I knew it was dangerous. - Hm?
the Bruce-Partington Program, it's called.
Er, not too close. I'm raw from crying.
He's a bomber, remember.
And domestic bliss must suit you, Molly.
Ah, that's... clever.
Three hours.
But don't worry. I can soon fix that.
- Home Office. - Home Office?
The bomber's iPhone was in the stationery from the Czech Republic.
We had been to a bar,
His voice...
I've just been having a very fruitful chat with people who love this show.
- What? - I'm afraid my brother
- Tickets? - Ticket stubs.
...whispers.
Are you working for someone else? Did you fake it for them?
You've rather shown your hand there, Dr. Watson.
Dear Jim, please will you fix it for me to disappear to South America?
- Bored! - No...
thanks very much for your help. Again, I'm very, very sorry.
... sorry, Boys! I'm sooooo changeable.
Everyone says you're the best.
Need data...
- Very good to meet you. - Yes, thank you.
gave me the complete records of Raoul's internet purchases.
- I don't know what I'm going to do now. - Right.
Connie Prince.
Well, criminal conspiracy, fraud,
It's a horror story, isn't it? What are you saying?
Charming, well done
Jewish folk story, a gigantic man made of clay, it's also the name of an assassin.
Don't be silly. Someone else is holding the rifle.
- A Professor Cairns. - This way.
- No. - What?
- Security guard? - More likely.
You lookpasty, love.
someone left Alex Woodbridge a message.
Nice.
The Hickman Gallery has reported one of its attendants as missing,
and he's just waiting for you to solve the puzzle, so just tell me -
Ah, man found on the train line, Andrew West.
He's fine.
Who is this?
Yep. He was over the moon.
I could tell by the look on his face that he knew.
Well, where else was I supposed to put it? You don't mind, do you?
Excellent.
- Right, are we all set? - Er, yes. Shall we, erm...?
She used a fountain pen. Parker Duofold, Meridian nib.
My money's on the latter.
I never liked him.
Maybe a bit longer. Did he drown?
All those things, please, believe me.
Oh, that is brilliant, that is gorgeous!
- So, do you want some breakfast? - Love some.
You fire away.
- Bad Samaritan. - I'm... I'm serious, Sherlock.
to suffocate a perfectly ordinary gallery attendant?
Can I help?
I owed people thousands. Serious people.
Hep-B, probably. Difficult to tell at that distance.
Come and get me.
- A severed head! - Just tea for me, thanks.
Yes, a little present from yours truly.
1989, young kid, champion swimmer,
exploded into...
But don't rely on them.
- If you want me to. - Of course.
But it's the solar system!
Well, I'd better be off.
In a bit.
Don't make people into heroes, John.
about the stolen plans - the missile plans.
All the living classmates check out spotless, no connection.
What's Lucy gonna say? Jesus.
And points. - Exactly.
The 30 million.
Past tense, did you notice?
- They've only just found the car. - You think she murdered her husband.
Cos I'd be surprised, Sherlock.
- So, what was all that about? - I needed to look inside his wallet.
Raoul de Santos is your killer.
Why would he do that? It's a bit suspicious, isn't it?
- Oh, sorry. I didn't... - Jim, hi! Come in! Come in!
Nice.
They've got to live with it, haven't they?
Why hasn't he phoned? He's broken his pattern. Why?
Once you start picking up the Liquorice Allsorts, when does it all stop, eh?
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