Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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