Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

some kind of institution.
where little Carl dies.
Same old Ian. Not a care in the world.
No-one ever gets to me.
Until now.
Still, it's a relief, in a way, to know that she's beyond this veil of tears.
That is his trademark style.
- Spare change? - No.
- That'll be borne out by his backside. - Backside?!
Don't know what's got into the criminal classes.
Right, so, Andrew West... got on the train somewhere. Or did he?
by her brother in the house they shared in Ham...
Me? What? Oh, yeah, fine.
the poison takes effect, paralyses the muscles and he drowns.
- About sixish? - Yeah.
A Study In Pink.
I'd be lost without my blogger.
He murdered his sister for her money.
Visible above the waistline. Very visible. Very particular brand.
No, no, no! Course he's not the boy's father.
Exploding star. Only appeared in the sky in 1858.
otherwise he would have stripped the corpse completely.
Oh, you meant "spectacularly ignorant" in a nice way
Mycroft never texts if he can talk.
No, he coated it onto the claws of her cat.
No, you won't!
- Where are you going? - Out! I need some air.
Tell us where you are.
See, told you you should have gone with the Lilo.
Well, he has a very distinctive look. He has to hide somewhere
It's the sounds of life, Sherlock.
British-made, 20 years old.
My eyes and ears, all over the city.
- That's it. - That's it.
Can't see how I can help you gentlemen.
- Very popular, she was going places. - Not any more.
Getting you into crap telly.
Well, so nice to have had a proper chat.
you've gotta help me
Ah, well! That was Ian.
I'm a specialist, you see.
My contact at the Home Office
I just sat in the dark, thinking.
Lucy, love, I've got to go out.
Alex Woodbridge.
People Freaking Out About Corona Me
How's the diet?
orange pips, things like that - five pips.
Ah!
- Sherlock, run! - Good!
Not about. Exactly a pint. That was their first mistake.
To be honest, we've hardly stopped for breath since this thing started.
but everything I have to say has already crossed your mind.
They're so touchingly loyal.
What does that matter?!
Feeling better?
I have been reliably informed that I don't have one.
This is horrible. I mean, I just can't believe it.
- Pass me my phone. - Where is it?
Connie Prince's background - family history, everything, give me data.
Thanks.
Everyone's got debts,
Oh, she was adored.
What in the hell are we supposed to make of that?
For God's sake, I wasn't thinking about leads.
or I'm going to be...
- How does he know my number? - Must be a root canal.
If you're so keen, why don't you investigate it?
They do little else.
Must be important.
The boy suffered from eczema. It would be the easiest thing in the world
Next time I saw him,
...but it's not the same without her.
- No. Made to look like one. What?
But I'll tell you one thing, that lost Vermeer painting's a fake.
Shoes.
But that night, after a few pints, he really opened up.
You can talk, Johnny boy.
Jesus...
You know, it's interesting. Bohemian stationery,
- Bye. - Bye.
Who's talking? Why are you crying?
The curtain rises.
You've put on three pounds since I last saw you.
- Hellish, I imagine. - I'm never bored.
Oh, they're just a pair of shoes. Trainers!
We're devastated, of course we are.
Something's wrong with this picture.
She's blind.
- Why? - Mr. Ewart's a liar.
got his head smashed in for his pains, end of story.
Help me, please!
How did he end up here?
- People have died. - That's what people do!
That's how we met. Office romance.
There's a head.