Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Maybe you were right.

Pay up or get shut down.

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

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

I can't help you.

Your agency is a big problem.

They've let the public down.

I pulled your file.

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

[Lockwood] She's dead, Lucy.

[Lockwood groans]

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

Like she was…

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

[Lucy] Who was it?

- [dramatic music playing] - [panicked breathing]

and knocks us back down again.

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

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

Not a wasp, then.

How exactly did the house catch fire, Lucy?

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

- [ventilators hissing] - [monitors beeping]

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

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

Uh… No, I don't.

But Annabel didn't kill herself.

Interesting outfit, Luce.

will cancel out all our bad press overnight.

I think something's wrong with Lucy.

[Lucy whimpers]

- £60,000? - What?

[Lucy] Hey, Norrie.

[distant voice]

Let me… sleep on it.

who not only helped neutralize a vicious Type Two,

Kept our promise.

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

♪ While you can… ♪

[dramatic music intensifies, stops]