— You don't smoke.
— I also don't frequent cafes.
— Listen, has he ever had any kind of girl-friend, boyfriend, a relationship, ever?
— I don't know.
— How can we not know?
— He's Sherlock. How will we ever know what goes on in that funny old head?
— Well, that's the knighthood in the bag.
— And that's mine.
— All the photographs are on here, I presume?
— I have copies, of course.
— No, you don't. You'll have permanently disabled any kind of uplink or connection. Unless the contents of this phone are unique, you couldn't sell them.
— Who said I'm selling?
— Well, why would they be interested?
— Whatever's on the phone, it's clearly not just photographs.
— That camera-phone is my life, Mr Holmes. I'd die before I let you take it. It's my protection.
— It was.
— Kate! We're going to have a visitor. I'll need a bit of time to get ready.
— A long time?
— ... Ages.
— "Geek Interpreter", what's that?
— That's the title.
— What does it need a title for?
— What are you typing?
— Blog.
— About?
— Us.
— You mean me.
— Why?
— Well, you'r typing a lot.
— If you're feeling kind, lock her up, let her go and I doubt she'll survive long without her protection.
— Are you expecting me to beg?
— Yes.
— Please. You're right. I won't even last six months.
— Sorry about dinner.
Didn't even ask for anything, he just likes to cause trouble. That's my kind of man.
— Where's John?
— He went out, a couple of hours ago.
— I was just talking to him.
— He said you do that.
There was a man, a MOD official and I knew what he liked. One of the things he liked was showing off. He told me this email was going to save the world. He didn't know but I photographed it...he was a bit tied up at the time. It's a bit small on that screen, can you read it? Code, obviously. I had one of the contry's best cryptographers take a look, though he was mostly upside down, as I recall. Couldn't figure it out. What can you do, Mr Holmes? Go on, impress a girl.