Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It was sold off in a fire damage sale a week ago.
(SCOFFS) Why are we playing games?
(CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING)
your full attention, Sherlock, is that quite clear?
Just giving it a go.
Its roots were everywhere, like a cancer, so we came up with a plan.
Intelligence must have a list of the most obvious ones.
that could have possibly happened.
There's nowhere else it could be.
SHERLOCK: Damn!
- Hello. - Hmm.
Very nice, yes, good. Get out.
I have met someone.
then the passenger did get off.
Like rats deserting a sinking ship.
- Well, I can't wait. - You will be there, Sherlock?
BOTH: Six months old.
"he'd make if he turned his talents against the law."
JOHN: All right, stop it now.
Why didn't you assume it was your wife?
Mmm-hmm.
But there's something else. The driver of that train hasn't been to work since.
But just one phone call, John!
Did you get him off a murder charge?
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Go, John. Go now!
It's, uh, completely identical.
Derren Brown?
So, um, is it serious, you two?
and floating all the way around you.
That's where Molly came in.
It's right underneath the Palace of Westminster.
Look, I understand how difficult it was for you after...
(GASPS)
It was a very elaborate plan, it had to be.
Change the subject, now.
You made it all possible.
Isolated, too, don't you think?
You can't switch the bomb off and you didn't call the police!
- And you did call the police? - Of course I called the police.
Our rat's just come out of his den.
Sometimes it's not a question of who,
- These are my rats, John. - Rats?
Blooming things. I said, "Why don't you get a chain,
So you've shaved it off, then?
How many more have you got for me today?
- Who? - Molly.
No, I know.
I told you. No sidings, no ghost stations.
Right.
MARY: Get up, John!
(GRUNTING)
I thought you'd like it.
- Ah, a spring wedding. - Yeah.
Oh. Why, as in...
(SNIFFING)
Are you out of your mind?
The rest was just window dressing.
Good, innit?
Well, surprise me. (CLEARING THROAT)
Yeah, that's odd.
- Over now to our... - POLITICIAN: What freedoms exactly
- But I'm still waiting. - Hmm?
Mycroft's intelligence is not nebulous at all,
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(DANCE MUSIC BLEEDING FROM HEADPHONES)
Now, this man gets into the last car.
- Yes, but I've been away for two years. - So?
- I always win. - Which is why you can't resist.
London's terror alert has been raised to critical,
I believe in Sherlock Holmes.
I don't see why not.
- John? - Hmm. Have you seen him?
No, I'm not saying it's not clever but...
What are you on about?
- John? John? - Help!
(CHUCKLING)
Both of us thought you were an idiot, Sherlock.
- Where's what? - You know what.
A mask?
Explain that, Mr. Holmes.
- Where's he going to be tonight? - How would I know?
Hmm, pop into Baker Street, who knows, jump out of a cake.
I've nearly been in contact so many times but...
- Ooh-hoo. - Speaking of which.
- So you fake your own death... - Shh.
MARY: Well, we thought May.
I knew I didn't have long. I contacted my brother, set the wheels in motion.