But that... That's the phone. The pink phone.
What, from The Study In Pink?
Obviously, it's not the same phone, but it's supposed to look like...
"Study In Pink"? You read his blog?
Of course. We all do.
Do you REALLY not know that the Earth goes round the sun?
It isn't the same phone. This one's brand-new.
Someone's taken trouble to make it look the same,
which means your blog has a far wider readership.
'You have one new message.'
就这些? 不 不止这些
Was that it? No, that's not it.
What the hell are we supposed to make of that?
An estate agent's photo and the bloody Greenwich pips.
It's a warning. A warning?
Some secret societies used to send dried melon seeds,
orange pips, things like that - five pips.
They're warning us it's going to happen again.
I've seen this place before. Hang on.
What's going to happen again? Boom!
You did a look, didn't you,
when you first came to see about your flat?
The door's been opened, recently.
No, can't be. That's the only key.
I can't get anyone interested in this flat.
It's the damp, I expect - that's the curse of basements.
I'd a place once when I was first married. Mould all up the wall...
Oh. Dear me.
He's a bomber, remember.
'I've...sent you...a little puzzle,
'just to say hi.'
Who's talking? Why are you crying?
'I...I'm not crying.
And this...stupid bitch
is reading it out.
The curtain rises.
No, what did you mean?
I've been expecting this for some time.
' 12hours to solve...'
..my puzzle, Sherlock...
or I'm going to be...