Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Get vehicles, get a helicopter. This phone battery won't last for ever.

I'd be happy to pay you a meaningful sum of money

- I didn't say anything. - You were thinking. It's annoying.

- Yes. - Did you take it?

- I'm sorry? - In real life.

- Suitcase? - Yes.

- Well? - What am I doing here?

No. No, wait...

There's always something.

I worry about him. Constantly.

What exactly am I supposed to be doing here?

You've got a brother worried about you, but you won't go to him for help

Two minutes, all right?

but she can't have travelled more than two or three hours,

I don't know, get a flatshare or something?

- This is more fun. - Fun? There's a woman lying dead.

- And it fell out somewhere. - And I didn't notice it?

Taxi for Sherlock Holmes.

Mrs. Hudson, Dr. John Watson.

was found late last night on a building site in Greater London.

221 B Baker Street.

You're dying, but there's still time to hurt you.

Something cold will do. John, have a cup of tea, make yourself at home.

Let's get on with it...

- What are they looking for? - It's a drugs bust, Mrs. Hudson.

more than a man?

How's your blog going?

- I have a sponsor. - You have a what?

OK, bit of advice, then. Stay away from that guy.

It means when the police are out of their depth, which is always,

- Or serial killing. - You'd be surprised.

You don't want to phone a friend

in your very last few seconds, what would you say?

But he wasn't a very nice man.

Oh, it's Christmas. Mrs. Hudson, I'll be late. Might need some food.

She didn't lose her phone, she never lost it. She planted it on him.

Sorry, Mrs. Hudson, I'll skip the tea. Off out.

If you call the coppers now, I won't run.

There's a good bottle and a bad bottle.

and writing a blog about everything that happens to you will honestly help you.

Well, apparently you can.

Any breath could be my last.

If they're suicides, what are you investigating?

- Why would I do that? - Because you're an idiot.

In this lifetime.

Rachel was Jennifer Wilson's stillborn daughter, 14 years ago.

No, he wanted rid of it. He left her.

She must have had a phone or an organiser. Find out who Rachel is.

You can choose either one.

Er, jenny.pink@mephone.org.uk.

She'd never have left any hotel with her hair still looking...

LA, Santa Monica. Just arrived.

Freak's here. Bringing him in.

it would have hurt

What are you doing here?

Yes, yes! Taxi!

- Why would he do that? - Because he's a psychopath.

He doesn't have friends.

Under her coat collar is damp too. She's turned it up against the wind.

Harry and me don't get on, never have.

- You are good, in't ya? - But how?

The name's Sherlock Holmes, and the address is 221 B Baker Street. Afternoon.

I can't afford London on an Army pension.

Are you doing it?

But you're more the sitting-down type, I can tell.

Yeah, I'm not the John Watson...

- What? My face is - Everybody quiet and still.

Er, here... use mine.

Anything happening opposite?

- Say that again. - There wasn't a case.

- Sherlock, are you OK? - What...?

- Not the murderer, no. - Wrong country, good alibi.

Get yourself together.

The bullet they just dug out of the wall's from a handgun.

Just so I know whether I could have beaten you.

Oddly enough... no.

It's just sometimes this bloody thing...

Actually, do you know what? Ignore me.

with an old friend clearly just home from military service in Afghanistan.

Mrs. Hudson! Dr. Watson will take the room upstairs.

Soon as I saw you chasing my cab.

When you walk with Sherlock Holmes, you see the battlefield.

- My what? - Show me.

- That's fantastic. - Do you know you do that out loud?

- No... - What?

You can take a 50:50 chance,

There's another bedroom upstairs, if you'll be needing two bedrooms.

You're a doctor.

There's been a fourth. And there's something different

It's not chance, Mr. Holmes - it's chess.

She's downstairs. I shouted, but she didn't hear.

That's the pink lady's case, that's Jennifer Wilson's case.

Come on, John. We're losing him!