Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Suitcase! Did anyone find a suitcase? Was there a suitcase in this house?
Your face is tanned...
Whatever you're trying to imply...
No, I think he's brilliant enough.
And this... this...
Your back, now, please!
She's trying to tell us something.
You've seen it already, haven't you?
When I say friend...
- You did go to prison. - I'll get a candle for the table.
When I met you for the first time yesterday, I said Afghanistan or Iraq.
Shot in the dark. Good one, though.
That is a mystery for everyone
It's not for work, look at her nails. She doesn't work with her hands,
Bit not good, yeah.
It stops being pretend if we find anything.
I'm going to bring this session to an end.
Look at him, dashing about...
...anything at all, to stop being bored.
So there was a website for her account.
Mrs. Hudson's got a phone.
The weirder the crime, the more he gets off. And you know what...?
Seen a lot of injuries, then. Violent deaths.
- We have a whole team outside. - They won't work with me.
You wouldn't treat your one luxury item like this,
OK.
Sorry... what are we doing? Did I just text a murderer?
You've got a psychosomatic limp, of course you've got a therapist.
You see? It's nicer than you think.
And because Sherlock Holmes is a great man,
Potential flatmates should know the worst about each other.
Tell me more.
Her wedding ring. Ten years old at least.
No... God, no.
You can choose either one.
Must have given it to him recently, the model's only six months old.
Any point in asking... where I'm going?
We have what you might call a... difficult relationship.
Every night he plugs it in to charge, but his hands are shaking.
He loved his family and his work,
Excellent. How, when and why? Is there a connection? There has to be.
There is a security camera on the building to your left.
Oh, perhaps I should mention - I didn't kill her.
The murderer... You think the murderer has the phone?
Oh...
You may as well eat. We might have a long wait.
Right. OK.
There are no arch-enemies in real life. Doesn't happen.
I know you're an Army doctor
Sherlock!
No-one else will die, though, and I believe they call that a result.
I'm sorry, what?
Who passes unnoticed wherever they go?
...try the main road.
- Dinner? - Starving.
I know a real gun when I see one.
I pickpocket him when he's annoying.
He likes it. He gets off on it.
So's Sergeant Donovan.
Love is a much more vicious motivator.
Oh, do as he says. Help yourself.
five minutes from Lauriston Gardens
he might even be a good one.
How do you know she had a suitcase?
I worry about them. Constantly.
I can give you two minutes.
Now that we know his victims were abducted, that changes everything.
- I love you. - When?
...you risked your life four times just to kill strangers - why?
- Sorry. - Cardiff?
Damn it!
- And you know which is which. - Of course I know.
Sorry.
Clear?
Why?
Your sponsor. Who was it?
Text, yes. The number on my desk.
Sherlock!
Who's this?
But they're just for my hip. They're herbal soothers...
I don't have to.
- But who is he? - I said he's with me.
And then together...
What does that mean?
- Well, he won't be your assistant. - I need an assistant.
Yes...
She didn't have a laptop, which means she did her business on her phone.
- Remarkable. - What is?
She was dragging a wheeled suitcase behind her with her right hand.
The only polishing it gets is when she works it off her finger.
Brilliant! Yes!
- I'll try it again. - Good idea.
I know you do.
The killer must have driven her to Lauriston Gardens.