Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

that, um... you offered to do... that was, um... good.
Who's this?
- Who are you? - Sherlock Holmes.
Oh, I'm sure something will turn up, Sherlock.
"You do see, you just don't observe!"
it was botulinum toxin.
- Ah, Mr. Prince, isn't it? - Yes.
It's your brother.
...12 hours.
Let's ask him.
Then at Westie's engagement do, he starts talking about his job.
Sarah!
It's the only possible explanation.
He says...
- The fan site's indispensable for gossip. - ...really only one thing we can do
The killer kept the shoes all these years.
- Please! - I want to know.
painted in the 1640s?
Just saving her time. Isn't that kinder?
He kept scratching it. Obviously irritating him, and bleeding.
We've found it.
You too.
Just gotta say
- Is there? - Yes. Why is he doing this, the bomber?
Not a patch on Connie Prince.
- Did you ever see her show? - Not until now.
- Bloody hell! What are you playing at? - Sorry!
But there it was. And I thought...
- Sacked on the spot. - Not a problem.
Well, er,
Pointless, you'll never find him, but I know a man who can.
I'll give you...
All your little puzzles, making me dance.
- Sorry, what? - I referred to her husband
We grew up together.
It is a fake.
It's true!
I'll do my best.
I noticed one on the way in and I haven't got any change. I'm gasping.
I don't think he ever mentioned you.
Yeah, speaking of strawberry jam, there's no blood on the line.
Don't! Don't.
- No. - No?
so somebody sent the Golem to take care of him. Was it you?
I saw it on the telly. Are you OK?
John.
You solved my last puzzle in nine hours.
Just tell me what happened from the beginning.
He sounded so soft.
The shoes are well worn, more so on the inner side,
she cut her hand on a rusty nail in the garden.
- Oh, yes? - Yes.
- You haven't opened it? - It's addressed to you, isn't it?
Go on, then.
bad marriage, whatever - Janus Cars will help you disappear.
Two hours later he comes up to London,
That... That's the phone. The pink phone.
He organises these things, but no-one ever has direct contact.
- You can't just ignore it. - I'm not ignoring it.
Seems the logical assumption.
- That was Ian all over. - No, it wasn't.
All right? Are you all right?
No, you won't!
Fingertips.
- Who was it from? - I can play it for you, if you like.
His people...
Mrs. Hudson?
- What? - Sherlock.
Excuse me, can I get through? Excuse me. Can I get through?
Don't you see? We're one up on him.
- Or if you hadn't solved the case. - Oh... Elegant!
I don't want to rush it, though.
All to distract me from this.
...and you know me old man was a butcher, so I know how to handle knives.
Stuff I've got on is just too big. I can't spare the time.
Oh, er...
Over and over and over, and I looked down, and she weren't...
What's he like to live with?
He wasn't meant to...
Then we must assume that some poor bugger's primed to explode, yeah?
It's a countdown. We've only had four.
He was involved in the Bruce-Partington Program in a minor capacity.
- No, there's a head in the fridge. - Yes?