[water sloshing gently]
[unsettling music playing]
[distant voice]
[ghost whispers] Let go of me.
Let go of me.
[distorted] Let go of me.
[screaming] Let go of me!
[screams echoing]
[rumbling]
[distant horn blares]
[gasps and coughs]
[intense rumbling]
- [airplanes flying overhead] - [coughing]
- [siren wailing] - [rumbling continues]
[Lucy, faintly] Lockwood?
- Lockwood? [gasps] - [police siren wailing]
[coughs]
Lockwood?
- [man] Found one! - Lockwood!
- [man] Over here. - [coughing]
- [screams] Lockwood! - [man] We're DEPRAC.
- Is there anyone else here? - [screams] Lockwood!
[theme music playing]
[echoing whisper]
[nurse] Miss Lockwood?
No, that's the agency name. My name's Lucy Carlyle.
- Sorry, must have been a mix-up. - Lockwood's my partner.
Well, um… more like, uh… my employer.
Or my… co-worker, really.
- Is he here? - No. We called your mother.
You… you didn't tell her where I was, did you?
She didn't ask, love. She sounded very busy.
I'll get the doctor to check you over. Stay there.
Rest up until he's given you the all-clear.
[footsteps fade]
[alarm bleeps]
[man] Miss Carlyle?
- Lucy Carlyle? - [door slams]
- [ventilators hissing] - [monitors beeping]
[Lucy] Oh my God.
[door closes]
[dramatic music intensifies, stops]
[door opens]
[murmur of voices]
[man] Mr. Lockwood.
Yes. Hello.
- Who do I have the pleasure-- - Inspector Barnes.
From the Department of Psychical Research and Control.
And I don't enjoy meeting agents who burn homes to the ground,
put lives at risk,
and break the law so many ways they might as well not know it exists.
If you just give me a moment to tell you my side of the story.
You may not be aware,
but we were given an entirely misleading account of the situation on the premises.
We were then violently ambushed by…
This can't be right.
You owe Mrs. Hope £60,000 in damages to be paid within two weeks,
or her lawyers will have you shut down.
I think you'll find you owe it, as we're covered by DEPRAC insurance.
You used a magnesium flare indoors and had no iron chains.
Your policy is void.
I pulled your file.
Says here you've set up on your own. No supervision.
Maybe leave it to the adults before somebody dies.
No one died. And no one will whilst I'm in charge.
You're not in charge. I am.
Pay up or get shut down.
[door opens]
[banging at door]
- Where's Lockwood? - Don't sound too pleased to see me.
How about, "Oh my God, Lucy, I'm so glad you're okay,"
or, "I'm so relieved you're still alive"?
Oh my God, Lucy, I'm so glad you're okay. I'm so relieved you're still alive.
- Don't just say exactly those words! - Lucy, where's Lockwood?
How the hell should I know? He just… disappeared.
You've been in a hospital. Why were you in a hospital?
George, just give me a second.
If you're talking metaphorically, please tell me what you mean by a second.
Because if it's longer than a minute, I'll occupy myself
- while you waste your time-- - In the last 12 hours,
I have nearly been murdered by a Type Two.
Twice.
I've jumped from a burning house, fallen 20 feet face-first into a bush,
and had a tube shoved down me throat to hoover out me lungs, so give me a second!
If you'd waited for me, none of this would've happened.
You were late.
I was doing my job so we'd know what we were walking into,
which I'm assuming wasn't some old man who fell down the stairs--
That's her.
How exactly did the house catch fire, Lucy?
God, she was so young.
- You burned it down, didn't you? - This woman. Who was she?
- You're not even listening. - George. This picture.
This is the woman whose ghost attacked us last night.
It felt like… she needed my help.
Tell me who she was.
She was a rising star in the '80s, all set for Hollywood, until she went missing.
We found her body bricked up in a chimney. Someone did that to her.
Maybe if you'd been more interested before you went charging--
That was Lockwood's decision. I've only just started.
- What am I supposed to say to him? - You're meant to say no.
- You have to, or you'll make him worse. - [door opens]
Glad to see you two getting on without me. I'd say like a house on fire, but--
- Where have you been? - Aren't you hurt?
- Why didn't you wait? - George knows who that ghost was.
- He said-- - Can we please do this later?
I need to sleep. Let's catch up over breakfast, yeah?
If you can make your ghormeh sabzi with a shedload of rice,
I'd love you forever, mate.
Interesting outfit, Luce.
Didn't have you down as a fan of unicorns. Or rainbows.
- [footsteps on stairs] - [George sighs]
[pensive music playing]
[pulse of energy]
[outside sounds fade]
[ghost whispers] Let go of me.
Let go of me!
[George, faintly] Lucy?
Lucy?
Lucy!
- [gasps] - [George] What are you doing?
There is a lock, you know.
And other people who need to use the toilet.
What's wrong with you?
This is not normal.
[Lucy] Hey, Norrie.
You'd never guess where I am.
Kept our promise.
I'm in London.
Fittes and Rotwell wouldn't even look at me, so I've ended up in a…
[scoffs]
I don't even know where I've ended up.
Some… tiny agency run by two boys.
A posh one who thinks he's God's gift,
and his weird mate with zero social skills.
Last night we burnt a house down fighting a Type Two.
Her ghost…
she really reminded me of you.
When I made contact with her, it was like…
I don't know, like I… I felt something that I've never felt before.
Like she was…
Oh, God… like… like she was inside my head.
Like she needed me, right?
Like… like I had to help her.
[softly] Like how I should have helped you.
[whispers] I think I might be losing it.
I wish you were here with me, Norrie.
I miss you.
[voice breaks] I really miss you.
[door closes]
[Lockwood] Thanks. Looks great.
[George] No, it doesn't. It looks like I cooked it in an active volcano.
So, I've got the whole story now.
- And so has the rest of London. - "Rogue" sounds pretty cool.
"Blamed for blaze" kind of takes the shine off it.
Oh, great. They called me Andrew Lockwood.
I hardly think that's our biggest problem. We've had a bunch of cancellations.
- And DEPRAC will be furious. - We'll be fine. I'll fix it.
Okay, but it's not just that.
I think something's wrong with Lucy.
We're all a little on edge today.
She had a bath with her clothes on.
Girls are funny about baths.
- Best to leave them to it. - It's not funny.
Ever since you hired her, things have gone downhill. What if she's unhinged?
- She's not unhinged. - You're hardly the best judge.
- You need normal people around you. - You really think you're normal?
If you were, you'd have stayed at Fittes, and we'd never be friends.
You know, everyone pretends they've got things under control.
DEPRAC, the big agencies. It's all a facade.
The world's mad, and normal never fixed anything.
We understand that. It's our USP.
You get way too lost in the research,
but you find the gold that everyone else misses.
And, yeah, Lucy can be a bit… quirky, but she's one of us.
I'm sure of it.
She burned down a house. She's going mad. You need to fire her, Lockwood.
Let me… sleep on it.
[sighing]
[soft crackling]
[voices whispering]
[whispering continues]
If you hurt me,
I can't help you.
Let me go.
[screams]
[screeching]
[door slams]
- [dramatic music playing] - [panicked breathing]
Lockwood, wake up!
She's here.
- Who? - Annabel Ward. The ghost from Sheen Road.
Come on, where's your kit bag?
Downstairs. Grab those boots.
Boots?
Can't you even be bothered to cross the landing to wind me up?
- Annabel Ward's ghost is here. - Well, that's impossible.
Why would I be lying? She was in my room just now.
Okay. 20 seconds. Non-metaphorical.
[door opens]
All that and still no trousers?
Trousers are for wimps.
I don't feel anything.
- [Lockwood] I don't see anything. - [Lucy] She was here. I swear.
[Lockwood exhales]
[George] You woke up and she was floating above you?
[Lucy] Yes.
[Lockwood] It makes no sense that she'd be here.
We contained her source.
Covered her body with a silver net.
How did she even get in here? It's not as if her source is inside the house.
Is it?
[voices whispering]
[soft groan]
[Lucy] Uh… She's back.
[Lockwood] She's playing with us.
[gasps]
[Lockwood] George.
Don't… move.
[hissing]
Please tell me it's a wasp.
- [Lockwood] Stand perfectly still. - [voices whispering]
- On second thoughts, move! - [screeches]
Not a wasp, then.
Lucy, if you have any idea what her source might be,
now would be a really good time to say.
Oh. Um…
I'm starting to think that… I mean, I might have an idea what it is.
[George] Take your time. We're not under any pressure.
- [gasps] - [screeches]
[Lucy screams]
[Annabel screams]
[Lucy whimpers]
Where is it, Lucy?
Well, I had her ring in my hand, and then I fell asleep with it.
- Oh. And now we're all gonna die. - [Lockwood] So it's in the bed?
Yeah. Well, maybe. But I… I don't know. It could be.
Well, we need to contain it.
- [George] Oh shit. - [Lockwood] George, switch.
[Lucy] Here she is.
[Lockwood] Get behind me. Hold the chain.
- Watch out! - [Annabel roars]
- [George] Whoa! - [Lucy] Got her!
[Lockwood] George, throw it all. Everything you've got!
[Annabel screeching]
[George yells]
[Lucy] I didn't know it was the source.
I just took it because…
it's like I can feel what she feels.
What she wants.
Uh…
[sighs] No, it's hard to explain.
- A psychic connection. - Yes!
I literally cannot believe you stole a source from a crime scene.
DEPRAC will bury us.
Excuse me. I'm not the only one round here who steals sources.
What about that ridiculous skull you're always experimenting on?
Annabel was stuck behind a wall for 40 years
with nobody knowing and DEPRAC doing sod all.
She needs our help.
And what does she expect you to do, exactly, after all this time?
Solve this. Get justice.
[Lockwood] She's dead, Lucy.
We can't help a ghost. We need to destroy her source and move on. Let her go.
Come on, George. Back me up.
You love a new experiment.
Why throw away the chance to investigate a new phenomenon?
Nice try, but psychic connections are weak science.
You felt sorry for her. You heard her death loop. End of story.
So prove it.
Before you destroy the ring, let me try to connect with her one last time.
See what else I can feel. Let me prove to you that it is real.
No way. Too dangerous.
It is almost dawn. Her ghost will be much weaker.
No. We've only just escaped with our lives. Twice.
Because you were unprepared. Twice. This time, we'll do it properly.
I need to do this.
[inhales deeply]
What was that you were saying about normal people?
[intriguing music playing]
If she takes any liberties, we're right here, okay?
[whispers] Okay.
[Lockwood] Be careful.
[pulse of energy]
[silence]
[soft crackling]
[faint groaning]
It's okay, Annabel.
It's safe.
[orchestra playing]
[woman sings operatic aria]
There's a song playing in the room.
[laughter]
- [Annabel] Dance with me. - [man] I'm not in the mood.
She loves it. [laughs]
- [Annabel] It's our song, come on. - It's their song.
- Who's they? Annabel and-- - Shh.
[Annabel speaks softly]
- She's so happy. - [Annabel laughing]
She loves him.
[man] Go on. I'll watch.
[Annabel] If you insist.
[laughs]
She's dancing to the song.
He's watching her.
[man] Are you honest?
[Annabel] My Lord…
[man] Have you told him where to go?
- [Annabel] No… - [Lucy] He wants her, but it's just…
- [Annabel, softly] I said I'd give… - [gasping] Uh…
- [Annabel gasping] - [Lockwood whispers] What is it?
[Annabel] I did nothing--
[pulse of energy]
- [man] You're lying to me. - [Lucy] He's angry.
- [Annabel] I swear. Let me go! - Jealous.
- [Annabel] I'm not! - [man] You're lying!
- [Annabel] I swear. Let me go. - She's afraid.
Again--
- [man] You know this-- - [laughs]
- [man shouting angrily] - [laughs]
- [Annabel gasps] - Yes.
- [man] You're lying to me, Annabel! - [laughs]
- [Annabel gasps] I'm not. - It's all right.
- [Annabel] I swear. - He loves me.
You love me, don't you?
You gave me the ring. He'd never hurt me. He'd never…
We need to stop this. Now.
- Look at me. Look at me. Look. - Let's just see what happens.
- No. Stop. - [Annabel gasping]
Stop. Stop, please!
- Ow! You're hurting me! Don't. - [Annabel whimpering] Please!
No, don't. Look at me. Look at me.
- Lucy. - Look! Stop, please! Let me go!
- [choking] - [man growling]
I can't… Let me breathe.
- Let go of me! - [Lockwood] Stop it.
- Lucy. Stop it! Annabel! - Let go of me!
[gasps]
[screeching]
[Annabel screaming]
[Lockwood groans]
[both breathing heavily]
He choked her to death.
[Lockwood] The ring stays in the basement until we take it to the furnaces.
What? Why would we stop when we're just getting somewhere?
No more pet projects. There's bills to pay.
Uh, what bills?
- £60,000? - What?
In two weeks? What the hell?
- Why didn't you say something? - Because it's my name on the door.
It's my responsibility. I'll find a way.
How? We hardly break even when things are going well!
What about a loan? This place must be worth a bucketload.
This place is all that's left of my parents.
Sorry. I didn't realize.
He's already borrowed against it to set up the business.
Jesus, Lockwood, we're screwed!
No, we're not. All it takes is a few big cases.
[telephone rings]
[Lockwood] Maybe that's one right now.
Lockwood & Co., how may I help you?
[Barnes] By firing Lucy Carlyle.
Immediately.
And why would I do that, Inspector?
Because you and I don't want any more bad press.
And I barely had to scratch the surface
to find you'd employed an agent at full status
when she hadn't attained a grade four, which is illegal.
Now, I'm assuming that she lied to you, because if not--
Surely you have bigger things to deal with?
[chuckles]
See, the little things help me take out the bigger problems.
Your agency is a big problem.
- Come on now, Inspector. - Get rid of her, Mr. Lockwood.
[phone disconnects]
[Lucy] Who was it?
[beep]
Wrong number.
Listen. Exactly how famous did you say Annabel was?
We've been looking at it the wrong way round.
It's not about us helping Annabel. It's about her helping us.
Really? How?
It's all about media exposure. Annabel's disappearance was a big story.
It's far bigger than us burning a house down.
If we solve her murder, the headlines we'll get
will cancel out all our bad press overnight.
I thought you said no more pet projects.
It's not a pet project anymore. It's the main event.
- It won't make us 60 grand. - It could make us more.
I mean, think of the millions of old people sat at home,
nothing to do but reminisce and read the papers.
They love murder mysteries.
It's a bona fide front-page splash. Barnes won't dare move against us.
Leave me out of it. I don't like me name in the papers.
- Had enough of that crap back home. - You have to know how to deal with them.
- Leave that to me. - Ah--
I mean it. Keep me out of the spotlight.
The most important thing is solving the case.
[George] This is where it all happens.
Quietly. So behave yourselves, okay?
This is it. She was in Hamlet, playing Ophelia.
What does that tell us?
Ugh. Why must I be surrounded by philistines? Wait there.
"Annabel Ward's moving Ophelia captures the depths of tragic romance."
[George] Precisely.
These kind of depths.
That's why you were lying in the bath fully dressed.
Ophelia drowned with daisies.
[Lucy] That's why I took them.
She went mad, killed herself 'cause of how Hamlet treated her.
But Annabel didn't kill herself.
But the part she played and what happened in her life started mirroring each other.
Hamlet and Ophelia, Annabel and her abusive lover.
Wait, so you think whoever played Hamlet did it?
Hugo Blake. That's his name. Look.
"The case of Annabel Ward took another twist last night
when actor Hugo Blake was arrested in connection with her disappearance."
"Ward was rumored to be in a relationship with her dashing Hamlet co-star
after the pair were spotted together
having an intimate dinner at a private members' club."
Nice one, Lockwood. Not bad for a philistine.
Look! She's wearing the ring.
So Blake was arrested, but he still got away with it?
Well, there was no hard evidence. No eyewitnesses, no body.
[George] Hey!
"Blake was released Monday night without charge."
"Police said their investigation had run dry."
Unlike ours.
[man] Well done, Tony.
Doing your research before the job this time.
Hmm. Is it Tony? Or is he Andrew now?
Keep it down, Kipps. This is a library, not a braying gallery for bellends.
Aah.
This must be your… new assistant.
Colleague.
And you must be Quill Kipps. I've read about you.
Haven't you got the highest mortality rate of any team leader?
I'm the top supervisor at the country's top agency.
[scoffs]
I get the most dangerous jobs precisely because of, well, how good I am.
But I handle it. Unlike him.
You won't stick around too long, sweetheart.
Not when you find out what he's really like.
Everyone leaves him in the end.
[Lockwood] Her name's Lucy.
My name's Lockwood.
And you need a ladder.
Uh… No, I don't.
Yes, you do.
[Kipps grunts]
- [Lucy] He doesn't like you much, does he? - [Lockwood] He's an irrelevant prick.
Ignore him.
We need to track down Hugo Blake.
There's something else I need to do first. Why don't you two grab dinner? My treat.
Do you like… Italian?
If you mean pizza?
That's exactly what I mean, and I know a really good place.
[Lucy] Hmm. This is the best Italian restaurant I've ever been to.
- So have you always lived here? - Zone six. Much nicer and safer.
Why'd you leave?
My mum and dad are lovely, but I couldn't stay.
They had four kids. Engineer, engineer, engineer, weirdo. [chuckles]
- So have you always been a bit… - Obsessed?
Yeah. The Problem's all I've ever known. All any of us have ever known.
That's not okay, so I wanna find out…
- What? - Everything!
That's why I got fired from Fittes. Did Lockwood tell you?
- No! - It's true.
For asking too many questions, visiting floors above my pay grade.
George Karim, I am shocked!
Don't worry, I took the skull as compensation.
So… do you think, like, we're being lied to about everything?
Of course we're being lied to.
But by who? And why? And what can we do about it?
You know, I had this friend who was convinced that none of it made sense.
How it started, how it spread,
how it only seems to get worse, not better, no matter what we do.
Well, he's dead now. Maybe he's got all the answers on the other side.
Is he who you dreamed about coming to London with?
No.
That was someone else.
But we were all on the same job.
It went wrong. Horribly. My boss blamed me.
Everyone did. Even my mum.
So I had to get away.
Somewhere I might actually matter.
Yes, we risked our lives, but that is how important this case is to us.
Annabel Ward could have been a superstar, but instead, she was cruelly murdered.
For far too long, the authorities at DEPRAC have stood by
and allowed this cruel injustice to remain unsolved.
They've let the public down.
- Was I too nice to Mr. Lockwood? - Undoubtedly.
Dragging DEPRAC through the mud so he can save his school project of an agency.
Who the hell does he think he is?
He's a little shit, sir.
[Lockwood] Just because it happened decades ago
doesn't mean it doesn't matter now.
Luckily, at Lockwood & Co., we have our own superstar, Miss Lucy Carlyle,
who not only helped neutralize a vicious Type Two,
but also used her extraordinary listening talents
to connect with Annabel's ghost.
And, as a result, we believe we are closer to finding Annabel's killer
than the police or DEPRAC--
I told you to leave me out of it.
And I told you I'd handle it. What are you so worried about? It's all true.
We haven't even solved the case yet.
What if Hugo Blake sees that and comes after me?
Well, then, we'll look after you, Luce. You're our biggest asset.
Asset?
Is that all I am, then? Just some thing to make you money?
You think that you do things so differently.
But you're just like the rest of them. You're as bad as everyone back home.
[door slams]
- Dick move, Lockwood. - How?
I flattered her on national television.
After she specifically asked you to leave her out of it.
What's your problem? You wanted me to fire her last night.
Maybe you were right.
Maybe… my judgment's been a little off recently.
Barnes knows she's illegal. I had to do something.
My judgment was off too.
She's got nowhere else to go. I don't think you should fire her.
Let's let her cool off for a bit.
- [heavy metal music blaring] - Hah!
[yelling]
[male singer vocalizing]
[grunting]
[music fades]
- [knocking] - [Barnes' colleague] Open up.
Open the door!
Get the girl.
[Lockwood] You'll be fine.
I promise. Whatever it is, I'll deal with it.
You can wait here.
It's Miss Carlyle I need.
No. There's nothing you need to say to her that you can't say to me.
I said wait here, or you can wait in the cells.
I don't need looking after.
Not by you.
[Barnes] We're very excited to have a celebrity like you helping us at DEPRAC.
[Lucy] I'm not… [groans]
I hear you've been getting full statements from Type Twos.
I never said that.
Hmm. I thought you were using your extraordinary talent
to find out who Annabel Ward's killer was?
Yeah. Yeah, his name's Hugo Blake.
- Is it? - Yeah.
Sure you didn't read that in an old newspaper?
No. It's much more than that.
Oh. Good. 'Cause we've brought him in, but we don't have enough to charge him.
Maybe you can help.
[man] …Agent D…
Sheen Road used to be a lodging house.
Blake says he dropped her off, but never went inside.
He's always maintained they were just friends.
Well, that's not true.
Then get us the evidence.
You're accusing him of murder.
Use your extraordinary connection to Annabel to prove it.
Wait, no… No, no… It… it doesn't work like this.
I can't just switch it on.
I connected with Annabel because I felt something for her.
I was trying to do something good.
Well, here's your chance to do more good. Help us put him away.
No. I've told you, I can't.
He can't see you. He doesn't even know you're here. Come on, try.
What do you expect me to do?
Channel her.
Give us something only she'd know.
[Barnes] Identify him as her killer. Go on, if you're so sure he's guilty.
[gasps]
[softly] Oh my God.
[Barnes] You're getting something, aren't you?
[whimpers] I…
[breathlessly] I can't.
[sobs] I…
- [Barnes] Tell me what you're getting. - I need to get out of here.
Not before you tell us what you know.
- [thumping] - No, I don't know anything.
I can't feel anything. There is nothing there.
- You lied to save yourself from firing. - Let me go.
- And your agency from being shut down. - Let me out of here! Let me go!
[Barnes sighs]
[sighs]
[Barnes] It's okay.
He's gone.
But listen to me. He still has friends in high places.
They've got him good lawyers. We won't be able to hold him long.
Unless… you've got anything else?
Shame.
This is good for one free journey, back home.
- That's not my home anymore. - [Barnes] Lockwood's a charlatan.
He cuts corners and puts lives at risk.
He saw a vulnerable girl without the right qualifications,
alone and out of her depth in the big city,
and he took advantage of her.
Please.
Go home while you still can.
[door opens]
[Lockwood] I knew that's what he'd do.
I knew it the moment Wade turned up at our door.
God, they always make the most boring, unimaginative moves possible, don't they?
Trying to use your talent to extract evidence?
That just proves they've got nothing.
You were brilliant, Luce, by the way. Really.
Can you stop the car, please?
[Lockwood] What are you doing?
Leaving.
I quit.
Uh--
Luce! Lucy!
Can we talk about this in the car?
- It's far too dangerous here. - There's nothing to talk about.
You wanted me fired anyway. You only kept me on because I'm an asset.
What? No. No, that's not true.
- There's clearly been a misunderstanding. - Funny, that.
When you don't understand anything about me.
You haven't a clue what I'm going through.
You couldn't care less, if it gets you on TV.
- I said I'm sorry about that. - No, you haven't.
Well, I am. And I am the one who tried to stop this before it got too dangerous.
Yeah, which just shows how little you know.
You might be able to turn your feelings on and off like a tap,
but I am drowning here, Lockwood.
You know, sometimes, I just…
[sobs]
I just think I'd be better off dead.
[crying]
I understand that.
And it's not true, Lucy.
We need you.
And it's not because you're an asset.
- Why, then? - Because…
because you're…
Lucy Carlyle.
We can't let you go.
You have to.
Barnes will shut you down. He knows I'm illegal.
That's why I went on TV, silly.
Just to show Barnes he can shove his threats. Screw the rules.
They bend the rules all the time. Why shouldn't we?
I mean, why can't we change the rules?
- Because we're nobodies. - No, we're not.
We're Lockwood & Co.
You, me, and George.
I'm sorry, Lucy.
Please stay.
Just never lie to me again.
Swear it.
I'll never lie to you again, I swear.
Why did you light that?
So you'd look cool?
Because I can see five shades and three lurkers closing in on us.
- Are you lying? - What did I just swear?
[Lucy] Oh shit.
[Lockwood] Well, we are right by Tyburn Gallows.
It's the most haunted place in London.
Frankly, you're more of a liability than an asset, Lucy.
[distant explosion]
[whooshing]
Lockwood, something's wrong.
It's bolted from the inside.
[window opens]
[both panting]
[glass smashing]
What if it's Blake?
["A Forest" by The Cure playing]
[whispers] Wait, Lockwood.
I'll take him.
You find George.
Can I offer you a cup of tea while you ransack my house?
One lump or two?
[sword unsheathes]
Fine.
Have it your way.
- [gasps] - Run.
[yelps]
[both grunt]
[swords clashing]
[George] Help!
Help! Help!
♪ Come and see ♪
♪ See into the trees ♪
♪ Find the girl ♪
♪ While you can… ♪
[neck cracks]
[grunts]
[George, muffled] Please, help me! Please!
Oh, thank God. Hurry up, there's someone here! There's someone upstairs!
Glad you didn't get me fired?
Please, untie me!
♪ I hear her voice ♪
♪ Calling my name ♪
♪ The sound is deep ♪
♪ Again and again and again and again ♪
♪ And again and again and again ♪
♪ And again and again And again and again ♪
♪ And again and again and again ♪
♪ And again and again and again And again and again ♪
♪ And again and again ♪
[grunts]
[George] Well, that was more exciting than an early night.
We should have people round more often.
Who was it? Did he say anything? Give anything away?
No. But I know what he wanted.
[running footsteps]
Hugo Blake must've found out we had the ring.
Sent that bastard to get it back in case it linked us to the case.
Maybe. Whoever it was, this proves its value as evidence.
Evidence we don't have anymore. We're screwed.
[shelf clatters]
[Lockwood] Every time we're ahead, someone kicks us in the nuts
and knocks us back down again.
What? Why are you making that face?
- What face? - [George] That face.
That's not your normal face. That's your "I know something you don't" face.
Promise me you won't be angry.
[George] Why would we be angry?
[Lockwood] You haven't?
You didn't?
The ring?
You lunatic!
What the f--
[theme music playing]