Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- You're too modest, Mr. Holmes. - I'm really not.
- Problem? - Yeah, Sergeant Donovan.
nerves of steel...
but I'm sure your situation is quite clear to you.
The more I kill... the better off they'll be.
- Is he coming back? - Didn't look like it.
Seriously? This guy - a junkie?
That's enough to be going on with, don't you think?
Time to choose.
- How do you know that? - Fire her.
Why can't people just think?
Aneurism. Right in 'ere.
- Helping me make a point. - I'm supposed to help you pay the rent.
How do you feel about the violin?
You can't make people take their own lives at gunpoint.
Right turn, one way, roadworks, traffic lights, bus lane,
I'm... I'm nobody. I just met him.
What is your connection to Sherlock Holmes?
but we're looking for it - there has to be one.
You've brought me here... to send a text.
or a double bluff?
Oh... Dull.
- Basically. - Not the murderer.
no rain anywhere in London in that time.
The police don't consult amateurs.
Erm... Sergeant Donovan's... just been explaining... everything. Two pills...
I don't know where we're meeting. I don't even know your name.
Somehow, this is about your children.
Maybe he took it from her for some reason.
Her coat - it's slightly damp, she's been in heavy rain in the last few hours -
if you knew - you're the one who chooses.
OK.
What kind of result do you care about?
I'm to take you home.
There's others out there just like you, except you're just a man.
The photograph's old, but the frame's new.
22 Northumberland Street.
Play the game.
But there's a photograph of children. The children's mother's been cut out.
Not your housekeeper!
- But how? - What do you mean, how?
Because I'm desperate, that's why.
Why would she think of her daughter in her last moments?
You call that a risk? Nah...
Teaching now, yeah. Bright young things like we used to be.
Hang on. Wasn't that the dead woman?
Yes, I've been hearing about your "concern".
We can confirm that this apparent suicide closely resembles those
I imagine people have already warned you to stay away from him,
And you know how it always upset Mummy.
- Think it through next time. - Who is he?
- As they go. - Hey, where did you get this?
- Rachel. - So we can read her e-mails. So what?
Four people, in a row? It's not chance.
Is it a bluff
OK. Give me.
- How could you possibly know that? - The luggage.
The skull just attracts attention, so...
Right...
Sherlock, what have you done?
She's cleverer than you lot and she's dead. Do you see? Do you get it?
Course. Child's play.
Bit different from my day.
...and one survivor.
Narrows it down from just anyone in London.
- She could have lost it. - Yes, or?
You could search this flat all day,
I know that you like writing about these, but these do appear to be suicides.
Well... you could just sit there and... watch telly.
Here in the flesh. That website of yours, your fan told me about it.
That's true, he was a bad cabbie.
Sorry, sir - whose status?
- No, you didn't. - The left one.
- Why are you saying that? - Her case!
when he's not too busy being the British Secret Service
She colour-coordinates her lipstick and shoes.
Give me a name
Travelled from Cardiff today, intending to stay in London
Er... Anthea.
Applause! At long last the spotlight.
Then there's your brother. Your phone.