Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And this... this...
Oh, perhaps I should mention - I didn't kill her.
- But who is he? - I said he's with me.
Sorry... what are we doing? Did I just text a murderer?
I'm sorry, what?
You see? It's nicer than you think.
Who's this?
...you risked your life four times just to kill strangers - why?
The weirder the crime, the more he gets off. And you know what...?
It's not for work, look at her nails. She doesn't work with her hands,
Bit not good, yeah.
Potential flatmates should know the worst about each other.
- Remarkable. - What is?
There is a security camera on the building to your left.
Sherlock!
Yes...
Sherlock!
Mrs. Hudson's got a phone.
Tell me more.
Your back, now, please!
There are no arch-enemies in real life. Doesn't happen.
You've seen it already, haven't you?
Your sponsor. Who was it?
What does that mean?
I know you do.
You can choose either one.
Who passes unnoticed wherever they go?
She's trying to tell us something.
Your face is tanned...
Oh, do as he says. Help yourself.
No... God, no.
- And you know which is which. - Of course I know.
Every night he plugs it in to charge, but his hands are shaking.
- Dinner? - Starving.
The murderer... You think the murderer has the phone?
How do you know she had a suitcase?
Shot in the dark. Good one, though.
OK.
Love is a much more vicious motivator.
Damn it!
No, I think he's brilliant enough.
No-one else will die, though, and I believe they call that a result.
- I'll try it again. - Good idea.
And then together...
- You did go to prison. - I'll get a candle for the table.
Excellent. How, when and why? Is there a connection? There has to be.
And because Sherlock Holmes is a great man,
I know a real gun when I see one.
But they're just for my hip. They're herbal soothers...
- Sorry. - Cardiff?
Sorry.
That is a mystery for everyone
I'm going to bring this session to an end.
Whatever you're trying to imply...
Text, yes. The number on my desk.
Now that we know his victims were abducted, that changes everything.
Clear?
So there was a website for her account.
When I say friend...
five minutes from Lauriston Gardens
- We have a whole team outside. - They won't work with me.
The killer must have driven her to Lauriston Gardens.
You've got a psychosomatic limp, of course you've got a therapist.
- I love you. - When?
Why?
He likes it. He gets off on it.
You may as well eat. We might have a long wait.
It stops being pretend if we find anything.
Must have given it to him recently, the model's only six months old.
Brilliant! Yes!
I pickpocket him when he's annoying.
She was dragging a wheeled suitcase behind her with her right hand.
...try the main road.
I worry about them. Constantly.
When I met you for the first time yesterday, I said Afghanistan or Iraq.
Oh...
She didn't have a laptop, which means she did her business on her phone.
The only polishing it gets is when she works it off her finger.
Right. OK.
Seen a lot of injuries, then. Violent deaths.
He loved his family and his work,
Her wedding ring. Ten years old at least.
he might even be a good one.
Look at him, dashing about...
So's Sergeant Donovan.
Suitcase! Did anyone find a suitcase? Was there a suitcase in this house?
I can give you two minutes.
- Well, he won't be your assistant. - I need an assistant.
I don't have to.
Any point in asking... where I'm going?
We have what you might call a... difficult relationship.
...anything at all, to stop being bored.
You wouldn't treat your one luxury item like this,
I know you're an Army doctor