Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- What are they looking for? - It's a drugs bust, Mrs. Hudson.

- You are good, in't ya? - But how?

- Yes. - Did you take it?

- I have a sponsor. - You have a what?

Let's get on with it...

more than a man?

You can choose either one.

Freak's here. Bringing him in.

- Why would he do that? - Because he's a psychopath.

What exactly am I supposed to be doing here?

She didn't lose her phone, she never lost it. She planted it on him.

Are you doing it?

Under her coat collar is damp too. She's turned it up against the wind.

Harry and me don't get on, never have.

It's not chance, Mr. Holmes - it's chess.

Sorry, Mrs. Hudson, I'll skip the tea. Off out.

I can't afford London on an Army pension.

LA, Santa Monica. Just arrived.

Taxi for Sherlock Holmes.

She must have had a phone or an organiser. Find out who Rachel is.

- Well? - What am I doing here?

it would have hurt

You're dying, but there's still time to hurt you.

- Suitcase? - Yes.

When you walk with Sherlock Holmes, you see the battlefield.

Something cold will do. John, have a cup of tea, make yourself at home.

But you're more the sitting-down type, I can tell.

- That's fantastic. - Do you know you do that out loud?

Yeah, I'm not the John Watson...

Yes, yes! Taxi!

Get vehicles, get a helicopter. This phone battery won't last for ever.

- Sherlock, are you OK? - What...?

It means when the police are out of their depth, which is always,

It's just sometimes this bloody thing...

No. No, wait...

What are you doing here?

You don't want to phone a friend

Any breath could be my last.

The bullet they just dug out of the wall's from a handgun.

but she can't have travelled more than two or three hours,

- I'm sorry? - In real life.

Anything happening opposite?

Two minutes, all right?

- Not the murderer, no. - Wrong country, good alibi.

Oh, it's Christmas. Mrs. Hudson, I'll be late. Might need some food.

No, he wanted rid of it. He left her.

- This is more fun. - Fun? There's a woman lying dead.

and writing a blog about everything that happens to you will honestly help you.

The name's Sherlock Holmes, and the address is 221 B Baker Street. Afternoon.

You've got a brother worried about you, but you won't go to him for help

Rachel was Jennifer Wilson's stillborn daughter, 14 years ago.

- No... - What?

Mrs. Hudson! Dr. Watson will take the room upstairs.

If they're suicides, what are you investigating?

If you call the coppers now, I won't run.

Well, apparently you can.

Er, jenny.pink@mephone.org.uk.

- Why would I do that? - Because you're an idiot.

There's another bedroom upstairs, if you'll be needing two bedrooms.

- I didn't say anything. - You were thinking. It's annoying.

- Say that again. - There wasn't a case.

I worry about him. Constantly.

She'd never have left any hotel with her hair still looking...

That's the pink lady's case, that's Jennifer Wilson's case.

Er, here... use mine.

I'd be happy to pay you a meaningful sum of money

There's been a fourth. And there's something different

- And it fell out somewhere. - And I didn't notice it?

with an old friend clearly just home from military service in Afghanistan.

OK, bit of advice, then. Stay away from that guy.

She's downstairs. I shouted, but she didn't hear.

You can take a 50:50 chance,

Soon as I saw you chasing my cab.

There's always something.

221 B Baker Street.

Get yourself together.

Actually, do you know what? Ignore me.

Mrs. Hudson, Dr. John Watson.

How's your blog going?

But he wasn't a very nice man.

I don't know, get a flatshare or something?

You're a doctor.

In this lifetime.

- What? My face is - Everybody quiet and still.

- My what? - Show me.

in your very last few seconds, what would you say?

Oddly enough... no.

Come on, John. We're losing him!

was found late last night on a building site in Greater London.

Just so I know whether I could have beaten you.

There's a good bottle and a bad bottle.

He doesn't have friends.

- Or serial killing. - You'd be surprised.