Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

How did he end up here?
some kind of institution.
He murdered his sister for her money.
you've gotta help me
Oh, you meant "spectacularly ignorant" in a nice way
You've put on three pounds since I last saw you.
Shoes.
- Sherlock, run! - Good!
Right, so, Andrew West... got on the train somewhere. Or did he?
Jesus...
Exploding star. Only appeared in the sky in 1858.
What does that matter?!
No-one ever gets to me.
My eyes and ears, all over the city.
- Hellish, I imagine. - I'm never bored.
This is horrible. I mean, I just can't believe it.
Well, he has a very distinctive look. He has to hide somewhere
No, you won't!
It's the sounds of life, Sherlock.
You can talk, Johnny boy.
Something's wrong with this picture.
- About sixish? - Yeah.
orange pips, things like that - five pips.
Ah!
People Freaking Out About Corona Me
I have been reliably informed that I don't have one.
- That's it. - That's it.
I just sat in the dark, thinking.
To be honest, we've hardly stopped for breath since this thing started.
- That'll be borne out by his backside. - Backside?!
That is his trademark style.
See, told you you should have gone with the Lilo.
Alex Woodbridge.
Lucy, love, I've got to go out.
or I'm going to be...
But I'll tell you one thing, that lost Vermeer painting's a fake.
They're so touchingly loyal.
British-made, 20 years old.
There's a head.
If you're so keen, why don't you investigate it?
otherwise he would have stripped the corpse completely.
- How does he know my number? - Must be a root canal.
- Where are you going? - Out! I need some air.
Don't know what's got into the criminal classes.
the poison takes effect, paralyses the muscles and he drowns.
- Very popular, she was going places. - Not any more.
My contact at the Home Office
Oh, they're just a pair of shoes. Trainers!
Everyone's got debts,
For God's sake, I wasn't thinking about leads.
Getting you into crap telly.
- People have died. - That's what people do!
Thanks.
- Bye. - Bye.
Tell us where you are.
where little Carl dies.
Connie Prince's background - family history, everything, give me data.
Can't see how I can help you gentlemen.
Visible above the waistline. Very visible. Very particular brand.
Mycroft never texts if he can talk.
Well, so nice to have had a proper chat.
- Spare change? - No.
got his head smashed in for his pains, end of story.
She's blind.
Oh, she was adored.
But that night, after a few pints, he really opened up.
Not about. Exactly a pint. That was their first mistake.
The curtain rises.
...but it's not the same without her.
We're devastated, of course we are.
Me? What? Oh, yeah, fine.
Still, it's a relief, in a way, to know that she's beyond this veil of tears.
No, no, no! Course he's not the boy's father.
- No. Made to look like one. What?
Feeling better?
That's how we met. Office romance.
I'm a specialist, you see.
They do little else.
How's the diet?
What in the hell are we supposed to make of that?
I'd be lost without my blogger.
but everything I have to say has already crossed your mind.
Help me, please!
Who's talking? Why are you crying?
- Why? - Mr. Ewart's a liar.
Next time I saw him,
by her brother in the house they shared in Ham...
A Study In Pink.
- Pass me my phone. - Where is it?
Must be important.
No, he coated it onto the claws of her cat.
You know, it's interesting. Bohemian stationery,
Until now.
The boy suffered from eczema. It would be the easiest thing in the world
Ah, well! That was Ian.
Same old Ian. Not a care in the world.