Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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Who would bother to go to any lengths to get themselves to a wedding?
GUESTS: To the bride and the groom.
- Describe him. - Short blond hair.
Your go.
Kill him with what? Where's the weapon?
He mentions him all the time to me. Never shuts up about him.
Sorry, sexy, some secrets have to stay secret.
Whenever she tweets, you respond within five minutes,
Who'd go to a wedding? That's the question.
Um, attempted suicide with a blade made of compacted blood and bone.
Hamish. (CLEARING THROAT)
- Yep. - Oh.
Mary and John will be extremely...
Hang on. Tell me after. I need the loo.
he used his wits, cleverness and powers of disguise
(HUMMING)
Bought at a petrol station. Look at the stamp.
Ashton.
Call an ambulance immediately!
Let me examine this body!
(SHERLOCK CLEARING THROAT)
have a party, go on a short holiday,
Yes, I know. And am I man?
(SHERLOCK MUMBLING)
My friend, John Watson.
I'm afraid, John, I can't congratulate you.
Extraordinary lengths.
Okay, done there. What about his friend?
Um, we've got the tunnel entrance covered
Client.
The press and the family's giving him hell,
- No good? - They always know we're coming.
There is a certain analogy there, I feel.
Both of you, in fact, I just miscounted.
Changed everything.
Except wedding planning and serviettes, he's rubbish at those.
It changes people, marriage.
Ladies and gentlemen, just one last thing
He was sweet.
Call an ambulance now!
- But no sex, okay? - Sorry?
Er, no, they don't.
Well, marriage changes everything, John.
But not obligatory.
- Tie. - ...outfit.
Free love nest.
More importantly, who could you only kill at a wedding?
I'm... I'm nice-ish.
No, sir, I'm...
- I've run out. - Have the shops?
Though, in fairness,
(GROANING)
He's taking pictures of me every day.
What?
And there we are having dinner one week on.
that would be lovely.
Funny.
An invitation to a wedding.
somebody's pecking order. Come on, think.
No, it's getting a bit scary now.
"To John and Mary.
I suppose I'll be seeing a lot more of you from now on.
- He's still breathing. - Oh, my God.
The telegrams.
- Sorry about that. - (COMPUTER BEEPS)
What are you doing back? I thought you were going to be out late?
I'm afraid you've already been killed several hours ago.
which means he often receives texts and emails he'd rather went unseen.
David.
It later transpired that I'd said none of this out aloud.
Most ghosts tend to haunt a single house.
His belt, yes.
I've given him chemicals and compounds that way, he's never even noticed.
But only for one night.
- Sorry, what? - Oh, sorry.
GUARD: Company, halt!
One, someone who isn't competitive with other men.
I wasn't worried.
Mycroft has a file.
Swan or Sydney Opera House?
Someone went to great lengths
surrounded by 1,812 matchboxes, all empty, except this one.
Ah, just the bride and groom, please.
- Just shut up. - Sorry.
Someone's watching me.
"Let's take it slowly. Exchange numbers."
With your number.
I have ever had the good fortune of knowing.
Hold it.
I'll be damned if he's going to get up to cloak-and-dagger nonsense like this.
- I am. - How's...
But I hardly saw her after that.
What a couple of lightweights.
Okay.
Oh, hello again, Archie. What's your theory?
- (SHOWER RUNNING) - Bainbridge?
(GAGS)