Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Doesn't eat,
It's the file on Irene Adler?
How did Sherlock recognise her from not her face?
Not to date anyone with a navy.
Right.
- Go and see. - Sherlock!
John's expressed that thought
Well, your booby trap did just kill a man.
What did she say?
but everything I have to say has already crossed your mind.
And this must be Dr. John Watson, formerly of
never seeing her again, he'll be fine.
In which you enumerate 240 different types of tobacco ash.
MYCROFT: Then you should be paying more attention.
(GRUNTS)
Brainy's the new sexy.
Hamish.
you wouldn't be able to sell them.
- Your employer? - Particularly enjoyed the one
- John? The counter on your blog... - Hmm?
Sure.
It's okay, everyone else was busy with... Christmas.
that the crisis is imminent
Okay. just take it, take it.
Oh, a few broken ribs, fractured skull, suspected punctured lung.
Oh, it's a bit rude, that noise, isn't it?
Hmm.
The ashtray.
And I assume this Adler woman has some compromising photographs?
Take that risk.
Couple of them specifically wanted photographs of you two.
I take it you've stood down the police investigation
Er; would you, would you mind if I just waited here, just until they come?
Listen, actually...
I love this, this little game of ours.
She chose to give it up.
Right. See you.
I expect so, now go.
So the car's about to backfire
- Jesus! What are you doing? - He'll sleep for a few hours.
Hello?
I'll come after you if you don't.
This is your heart and you should never let it rule your head.
hundreds of casualties but nobody dies.
I am sorry. Forgive me.
- Ah! No. - Oh, for goodness' sake!
JOHN: Sherlock...
- What? - The hiker's going to die.
A power play with the most powerful family in Britain.
Yes. Yes. Oh!
- Everyone dead. - Suspected terrorist bomb.
Yes, I was just going to take it back to Mycroft.
but your employer does.
(SHUSHING) No, don't get up.
the police and sets off the burglar alarm.
- No. - Give it to me.
MORIARTY: I have loved this, this little game of ours.
Hello.
- Sorry, what? - JOHN: Fifty-seven of those texts,
Put your clothes on!
We are in Buckingham Palace, at the very heart of the British nation.
The British and American governments know about it,
Bye.
You'll have permanently disabled any kind of uplink or connection.
If you don't stop prying...
Smoking indoors, isn't there one of those...
Are there?
He does all that anyway...
You'll do anything for him.
Did you see him?
JOHN: What's going on?
Drop it.
I said drop it!
Plane blows up midair, mission accomplished for the terrorists,
Once, a few months ago.
and I will decorate that wall with the insides of your head.
You think I'm a vicar with a bleeding face?
but thanks for asking.
and I will use it.
(DOORBELL RINGS)
Heaviest oil deposit is always on the first key used,
a safety deposit box at a bank on the Strand a few months ago.
- Who the hell are you? - Sorry, Mr. Holmes...
SHERLOCK: Where do you get that idea?
She got in touch, she informed us that the photographs existed,
Now, that's my kind of man.
Well?
it'll do nothing to impede the flight of a bullet.
I will burn the heart out of you.
She sent this to my address. And she loves to play games.
Don't do anything...
Well, why would they be interested?
(PLAYING GOD SAVE THE QUEEN)
I drove you into her path.
if he didn't have this bloody stupid power complex.
There's only so much damage you can do.
Jesus, what the hell is happening?
There's going to be a bomb on a passenger jet.
SHERLOCK: So,
- your name has arisen. - Why?
SHERLOCK: Who are you? MORIARTY: Jim Moriarty.
And I needed to disappear.
Please don't feel obliged to tell me that was remarkable or amazing.
- JOHN: Mrs. H. - Oh, no thank you, Sarah.
People do come to you for help, don't they, Mr. Holmes?
What are you talking about?
MRS HUDSON: Sherlock?
- Jesus! - I'll call you.