Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

This is what my mother made me for.

Are all your questions about food?

Wake up. Come on.

Viscount Tewkesbury, Marquess of Basilwether.

no one anywhere.

You'd already discovered this, hadn't you?

But clearly, she didn't feel like she needed him.

My sister-in-law has all the help she needs. Show her out.

(BOTTLES RATTLING)

Oh, how disappointing.

to find the answers we need.

You're supposed to say thank you.

(TRAIN WHISTLING)

You're in such a mess.

My mother only corresponded with one address with regularity.

by the way that she left leaving no clear leads,

MYCROFT: An unedcated, underdressed,

WOMAN: I know, dear.

My life seemed to flash before me.

In the morning, we'll have to move fast.

of literature...

She left me with little, bar some gifts

Miss May Beatrice Posy.

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BOTH: I'm sorry.

(BICYCLE RATTLING)

I did not want the Viscount Tewkesbury, Marquess of Basilwether in my life.

And yet here I am, at the center of civilization.

Why might you be interested in the personals? You've gone quite mad.

Same reasons they wanted your father dead.

We'd start with history. She always said...

(EFFORT GRUNTS)

You think you look normal?

(PAINED GRUNTS)

You just need to look for it.

And why would she leave you a message?

- Well, you would say that. - (CHUCKLES)

Try to be excited, not disappointed,

I'm not entirely an idiot, you know.

I am a detective,

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

ENOLA: I never really knew my father.

They are perfectly fine.

MYCROFT: What is she up to, Sherlock?

MYCROFT: Nothing at all.

She is not dangerous.

I believe you went there too.

(BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY)

- MYCROFT: Enola! Time to go! - (KNOCKS)

Sherlock Holmes.

Speak as we tell you to.

Let me out of this carriage.

but one I must refuse.

So everyone keeps telling me.

Because she left me.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

- MYCROFT: Her mind? - LESTRADE: Sharp as a tack.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

Who taught you how to sharpen it like that?

She insisted on it, in fact!

Whatever society may claim,

What in heaven's are you looking for?

"Meet me Royal Academy five tonight Mother."

But even your blessed mother made a match.

You're welcome. I think.

ENOLA: I must admit, London isn't quite what I imagined.

- Because I can be lost here. - And yet I found you.

Of course he's on the train. You simply haven't looked properly.

a strange-looking gentleman.

And what if it was I that...

- He's never mentioned him. - And you are not his assistant.

It is time to find my mother.

and you'll make many new friends.

You're not a boy at all.

Numbers turn into letters,

You were leading them astray.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

You remind me of my uncle.

or possibly your land, your estate, your title, your seat.

TEWKESBURY: He's bossy too.

(FABRIC TEARING)

- Good girl. - (SOBBING)

(TRAIN WHISTLING)

...followed by fight combat.

I have but a single bed, so you'll have to sleep on the floor.

is it true what you did?

We were friends for a while.

I don't know what she wanted me to be.

(LINTHORN GRUNTS)

I have quite the prodigious memory when I choose to use it.

You have not escaped. There is a man in a brown bowler hat

She valued education.

(TRAIN WHISTLES)

"You have to go to school, Enola!"

A man in a brown bowler hat?

(MYCROFT SIGHS)

- Yes? - She knows nothing of the world.

(COIN CLATTERS)

Mother wouldn't have suggested it as a meeting place.

Mycroft and Sherlock,

(SHUDDERING BREATHS)

Your bottom was always bare.

ENOLA: And Enola spelled backwards reads, well,

People are a lot more... excitable than in the country.

(EFFORT GRUNTS)

- A pretty speech. - EDITH: A scary one.

(LINTHORN GRUNTS)

Doesn't it make sense?

MYCROFT: It's always the same, isn't it? Always the same.

Mycroft told me.

So why would it not be the uncle himself that did the deed?

Helps me do the same.

- Enola... - EUDORIA: And, in that moment,