Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

don't talk out loud, you lower the IQ of the whole street

- A friend? - An enemy.

What about her?

more likely because he recently walked out on his wife.

If you were dying, if you'd been murdered,

- Unless he got rid of it. - We know he didn't.

We can do much more than that. It's a smartphone, it's got GPS.

- No, you can't. - Almost can.

I could be wrong...

Er, left here, please. Left here...

You asked me to come, I'm assuming it's important.

How very public-spirited.

If you were to ask him, he'd probably say his arch-enemy.

Which one's the good bottle?

They can keep an eye out.

She scratched her name on the floor with her fingernails. She was dying.

Look across the street. Taxi. It's stopped.

When she got out of the car, she knew that she was going to her death.

You were going to take that damn pill, weren't you?

May need longer.

She's had a string of lovers, but none of them knew she was married.

Why did I just send that text?

I'm just saying, it's all fine.

And you're wasting your time. All our time.

Look at her, really look! Houston, we have a mistake. Get on to Cardiff.

- Don't bother. - You're very loyal very quickly.

Either way, the balance of probability is the murderer has her phone.

Mrs. Hudson took my skull.

and that he should have taken his own life in this way

and a shock to all who knew him.

- Sorry? - Ignore all of that.

But that was ages ago. Why would she still be upset?

Used to work here. I knew him, he was nice.

- Did you get the car keys off her? - Got them out of her bag.

is proper thinking.

You don't seem the kind to make friends easily.

But why did she wait until she was dying to write it?

I would make some sort of threat,

Why would she write her daughter's name? Why?

you know what it does for the traffic.

- That's a skull. - Friend of mine.

Stay away from Sherlock Holmes.

That is a mystery and a shock to all

OK. We'll pull you in tomorrow. Off you go.

He bloody left again.

But you're not his friend.

This is Angelo. Three years ago, I proved to Lestrade,

He does love to be dramatic.

- I never said you did. - Why not?

But this... this is what you're really addicted to.

Of course we'll be needing two.

This man got me off a murder charge.

Hasn't been here long.

- Hello. - We met earlier on this evening.

Could it be that you've decided to trust Sherlock Holmes of all people?

That was the most ridiculous thing... I've ever done.

I just caught you a serial killer... more or less.

I, er... I refreshed it a bit.

- Ah, Mr. Holmes. - Sherlock, please.

Don't look it, do I?

In the light of this, these incidents are now being treated as linked.

What do you mean...

Now, enough chatter.

Don't you see? Rachel!

Damn my leg! Sorry, I'm so sorry.

Interesting, that soldier fellow.

You take the pill from the bad bottle... you die.

OK, everybody...

I haven't told you the best bit yet.

How did you find me?

God, I hate them.

- I was the other side of London... - There was no hurry.

I don't have one. I barely know him. I met him... yesterday.

- Both bottles are of course identical. - In every way.

Basically just a cab that happened to slow down.

There was an actual wound.

So what were we doing there?

There's always something to look forward to.

- Sorry, I'll shut up. - No, it's... fine.

pedestrian crossing, left turn only, traffic lights.

And Harry is a drinker.

Afghanistan or Iraq?

Preliminary investigations suggest that this was suicide.