Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sorry.
When a neat little idea popped into your head.
Hi.
Five pips, remember, John.
Quite a bit of change, too.
- What? - We need to identify the corpse,
I stopped him. I can stop John Watson, too.
I mean it. It's all right for them.
A view of the Thames.
What do you mean, gay? We're together.
Bohemian.
You should get yourself a hobby. Stamps, maybe. Model trains. Safer.
How's Sarah, John? How was the Lilo?
Must be. Odd, though, he hasn't been in touch.
He's texting me now.
- And? - And...
Anything on the Carl Powers case?
Alex Woodbridge didn't know anything special about art.
No, but, Sherlock, the hostage, the old woman, she's been there all this time!
to get rid of my lover's nasty sister?
Gotcha.
Just found this in the glove compartment.
Don't know. Dangerous to jump to conclusions.
- Remember the shoelaces. - Mmm.
It was, but there wasn't much blood.
Merry Christmas!
Adults don't write their names inside their shoes, so these belong to a kid.
God, yeah. Mad about it.
Jacket.
- Are you OK? - Me? Yeah, fine. I'm fine. Fine.
This is... a funy one
No.
Everything.
Sherlock?
Is this you again?
- Colombia?! - Mr. Ewart, ofJanus Cars,
There was nothing taken.
put in touch with people.
OK, I'll prove it. Give me time. Will you give me time?
- Lestrade will give you the address. - OK.
No! No! No! No!
Um, I just wondered what else you could tell me about the dead man.
Mrs. Monkford...
Clever you.
It's not a fake.
It's over in a split second, strawberry jam all over the lines.
It must be possible. It must be staring me in the face.
- Do you care about that at all? - Will caring about them help save them?
Really, I would.
Yes.
- Yes. - Something fishy about it?
I cut loose all those people, all those little problems,
just to spite my brother, do you?
I've disappointed you.
Mmm.
Well, nearly anyone.
Found dead on the tracks at Battersea station this morning
Why? Because he'd recently had a boosterjab.
No, no, no, no! Tell me nothing about him, nothing.
- How long have you been following me? - Since the start.
Hi. So, you're Sherlock Holmes.
Give us a call when...
- What? - It's a fake. It has to be.
Thank you.
Huh!
Er, no. No, thanks.
- Yeah. - But the wound's clean.
Well, Mycroft thinks there is. He's texted you eight times.
Pollen. Clear as a map reference to me. South of the river, too.