Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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