Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Stop his heart. - Who are you?
Told her to phone you.
Oh, hell! What does that matter?!
Nothing we can do about it.
Flabby, you'd think he led a sedentary life.
- What? - Nothing.
Listen, you were right. You were bloody right.
I'll burn the heart out of you.
- What are you doing here? - What have you done with the plans?
- Doesn't it bother you? - What?
Don't say anything. It only works if I figure it out.
Why did you kill him?
Sorry. Sorry!
Ordinary people fill their heads with all kinds of rubbish.
The murder of the old woman, all the people in the flat...
Actually, I think we've got what we came for. Excuse us.
otherwise the bomber wouldn't be directing us towards it.
- Has it been cleaned off? - No, there wasn't that much.
It was just an idea.
Although I have loved this,
Van Buren Supernova, so-called.
What's happened?
What was the point? Why would anyone do this?
The painting is a fake.
What are you doing?!
Love, it's Professor Cairns.
Please, is somebody there? Somebody help me.
...to watch you...
Told his wife he was going away on a business trip and he never arrived.
Try and remember there's a woman who might die.
Tell them to get off their arses, will you? It's bloody ridiculous.
Bided his time, then upped the strength to a fatal dose.
- Just give us a shout when you're off. - Right.
I knew Westie, he was a good man.
What, like the Connie Prince murder, he arranged that?
Right.
- I think he wants to be distracted. - Oh...
The killer's not left us with much, just the shirt and the trousers.
never much of a one for hoovering.
Oh, who's this?
If this woman's death was suspicious, why point it up?
Right now?
Yeah, that's a fair point. You know how it is.
It's a real shame. I liked her.
Obviously.
Can you wait here?
the dead kid's shoes - it's all meant for you.
Well done, you.
This is a turn-up, isn't it, Sherlock?
I've... sent you... a little puzzle.
Do you still have it, then - the memory stick?
- I wish I... - Don't mention it.
Yes, we know that.
Look, Andrew West stole the missile plans, tried to sell them,
Oh, come on, proving it's just a detail. The painting is a fake.
Gottle o' gear, gottle o' gear,
Sherlock, do you want to take us through it?
Beyond top secret.
John, how nice! I was hoping it wouldn't be long. How can I help you?
Come on, we've got a bit of burglary to do.
Brother of West's fiancée. He stole the memory stick,
They're both too big for him. So some kind of standard-issue uniform.
- Any ideas? - Seven, so far.
Well... then I don't know how it happened,
And of course, you wouldn't be able to cherish it for very long.
- How d'you mean? - Lucky for you,
- You with the police? - Sort of, yeah.
There's quite a bit of bruising around the nose and mouth.
Have you given Mycroft the memory stick yet?
Well, I thought it could be worth a fortune.