Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

do what?
Sooner or later, you're going to need someone on your side.
- You're this far from famous. - Oh, it'll pass.
- PGPR. - What's that?
- (SCREAMING) - No, no,
Eighteen months since our last appointment.
I am you.
Sod this.
- Go to your right. - Huh?
What the hell are they implying?
- I never intend... I never dreamt... - This, see, this...
(MUFFLED SHOUTS)
I should get myself a live-in one.
The sole of the shoe is like a passport.
Yeah, show me something.
But that wasn't the end of Sir Boast-A -Lot's problem.
Go on.
- Pleased to meet you. - No.
What opinion have I formed of him? Did they not teach you this?
What have you got for us?
Very good. Because?
- What? - All units to two...
- Wow! I'm liking you. - You mean I'd make a great feature.
This was alight moments ago. They're still here!
Well, you know. You've got John
(MRS HUDSON SOBBING)
It's not enough to kill them on its own.
(SING-SONG) But did you listen?
The intruder must have been hidden inside someplace.
You're not.
And the dying man jumped out of his bed,
- Not be myself. - Yeah.
Would you like to know who ate the wafer?
Back on the streets.
All the chemical traces on his shoe have been preserved.
Just get it over with.
Told all my clients.
Unless she had seen him before.
(TEXT ALERT CHIMES)
You've been typing in a hurry, probably. Pressure on, facing a deadline.
Precise details. In the last week, what's been cleaned?
No such thing as a private bank account now.
Matches.
- (SINGING) ...if I've got you. - Oh.
Thinking.
You don't really think a couple of lines of computer code
And I owe you so much.
No, I won't give you an interview. No, I don't want the money.
It's not the police. It's one of our new neighbours from Baker Street.
Funny name. German. Like the fairy tales.
Well, our boys couldn't have done it.
- What, can I help? - No, on my own.
Of course it's Moriarty.
If this was Moriarty, he would be dead already.
How do you know that you can trust him, eh?
What about Mycroft? He could help us.
JUDGE: Mr. Holmes, we're fine without your help.
Need something more specific, chalk, chalky clay.
You think this is Moriarty?
Your honour, we're not calling any witnesses.
Are you okay? Don't just say you are,
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Tell me!
He had his left arm cradled about her neck.
You've got to admit, that's sexier.
and half of the Government front bench all sharing one tea trolley?
who reads all those spy books. What would he do?
The defence rests.
- What kind of hat is it, anyway? - Bachelor?
MRS HUDSON: (KNOCKING) Yoo hoo!
We both know what's coming, John.
The silhouette of everyone who came to the door.
Fairy tales.
I'm not sure you'll want to.
No.
Would you happen to know if he's around at all?
that I've ever known and no one will ever convince me
Neat.
Bank of England, Tower of London, Pentonville.
You're wearing an expensive skirt that has been re-hemmed twice.