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who not only helped neutralize a vicious Type Two,

Kept our promise.

Don't worry, I took the skull as compensation.

Can I offer you a cup of tea while you ransack my house?

I think something's wrong with Lucy.

will cancel out all our bad press overnight.

But Annabel didn't kill herself.

[George] Take your time. We're not under any pressure.

Lucy, if you have any idea what her source might be,

You know, everyone pretends they've got things under control.

You… you didn't tell her where I was, did you?

Can't you even be bothered to cross the landing to wind me up?

- [ventilators hissing] - [monitors beeping]

I can't help you.

♪ While you can… ♪

I pulled your file.

- [dramatic music playing] - [panicked breathing]

Your agency is a big problem.

Uh… No, I don't.

Barnes will shut you down. He knows I'm illegal.

Let me… sleep on it.

How exactly did the house catch fire, Lucy?

[Lockwood] She's dead, Lucy.

God, they always make the most boring, unimaginative moves possible, don't they?

It's not about us helping Annabel. It's about her helping us.

Maybe you were right.

[Lockwood groans]

[dramatic music intensifies, stops]

and knocks us back down again.

They've let the public down.

Like she was…

No. There's nothing you need to say to her that you can't say to me.

Interesting outfit, Luce.

- £60,000? - What?

Pay up or get shut down.

[Lucy] Hey, Norrie.

[Lucy] Who was it?

[distant voice]

Not a wasp, then.

[Lucy whimpers]