All language subtitles for Lockwood.and.Co.S01E06.1080p.NF.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.Atmos.H.264-SMURF

- Front...
- No, don't worry...

Slowly.

It's a Mughal dagger.

Indian, 16th century.

They come in pairs, so if we find
the other one, we find who killed Carver.

No. You've had your shot.
You made yourselves too conspicuous.

Bickerstaff's mirror, the bone glass,
it's Fittes' business now.

- You can't be serious.
- But they'll screw it up.

- It'll get into the wrong hands.
- Not your problem anymore.

I mean, look around.

You've got no safeguards, no supervision.

And I don't have the time or resources
to protect you.

- Inspector, I know you don't like us...
- I never said...

Or our methods, and that's fine.
But they work.

We found Annabel Ward's murderer.

No one else knows that, but you do.

Come on, we're good.

Now, I'm begging you, just give us
this chance to find the mirror.

What about you, Carlyle?

You're unusually quiet.

I think we should finish the job.
We're better placed than anyone else.

It's our choice, and we know the risks.

You should let us.

Fine.

But I'm not asking you,

I'm telling you,

be smart.

You're dealing with real-life criminals
here. Flesh and blood.

So you stick to the psychical side.

Locate the bone glass.

Leave the rest to DEPRAC.

Sir? Critical incident in Kilburn.

Let all units know
when they're ready...

Don't let this be the last time
I see the three of you alive.

Am I doing the right thing?

You warned them. What else can you do?

They're the ones with the talent.

Yeah.

Poor sods.

I should catch you guys up
on my Bickerstaff research.

What happened to the window?

Oh... A bird flew into it.

So it turns out he was a highly respected
clinician, psychiatrist,

a pioneer of new techniques.

He held secret gatherings
in his house in Hampstead,

and they would have remained secret, too,
if it wasn't for Mary Dulac.

- Who's Mary Dulac?
- She's a guest that went missing.

Vanished into thin air
after attending one of his meetings.

But here's the weirdest thing.

She turned up again ten years later
out of the blue,

but she'd gone completely mad.

- Because of the bone glass?
- That would make sense, wouldn't it?

But why does everyone want it so badly?
What can it do?

Apart from drive you mad and kill you?

I think it's more
than just a dangerous relic.

I think it's something completely unique.

Oh, well done.

Finally, you're waking up.

Lucy, what's the matter?

It's speaking.

What do you mean, "waking up"?

Took you long enough, didn't it?

Lucy, what's going on?

It's talking to her.

If you know so much,
why don't you help us?

I'm a mere acolyte.

My master has the answers.

Your master?

That's what you meant.

You know Bickerstaff!

I knew he'd return
to finish his work.

My master's power cannot stay buried.

What is the bone glass? What does it do?

- Take me, and I'll show you.
- Take you where?

My master's house.

Why?

- What will we find there?
- Everything you need to know.

But I'll need something in return.

I knew there was something special
when I stole that skull.

After I started my experiments,

it was only a matter of time
before it did something amazing.

- Well done, me.
- Yeah, thank God for you, George.

You realize we're making history here?

- You're not allowed to tell anyone.
- Oh, but your asset value has rocketed.

- How about a little press conference?
- Hilarious.

- I'm just glad you finally believe me.
- I'm a man of science.

Can't believe anything without evidence.

What are we gonna do?

About it wanting to be set free?

Well, we keep it onside.

Let it lead us to whatever's hidden at
Bickerstaff's, then we decide what to do.

Lucy will decide.
There's no pressure from us. Or the skull.

This is a game changer for us,
if you can harness this thing.

- Do you think you can?
- Guess we'll find out.

If only eight-year-old George Karim
could see me now.

The best experiment yet.
Fully testing out a Type Three.

And me.

You'll be fine.

We've got your back.

Ready?

How did
the skull know Bickerstaff?

He said he was his acolyte.
Calls him "master."

Accomplice
to an occultist doctor. Bodes well.

- No!
- Wait.

- Stop here.
- Hang on.

What is it?

Do not step inside. Wait here.

- Let Lockwood and Karim go.
- Why?

Because they can't talk to me,
and you can.

They're expendable.

If you die,
I'll be trapped in this jar forever.

- Lucy?
- Wait.

I'm in charge now.

The boy Karim has felt
the power of the bone glass.

Let him have what he craves.

Lucy, you have to tell us what
it's saying. You can't just... blank us.

You two need to wait here. I'm going in.

- Absolutely not.
- Lucy, you're not going in there alone.

I'm not alone, am I?

You have to trust me.

If we're not back in 15 minutes,
then you guys can come in.

You said I get to decide.

So I am in charge.

This is my decision.

Foolish girl.

Home.

Hmm. Very cozy.

Now, our bargain.
Open the lid. Let me out.

No.

We had an agreement. Let me out!

We haven't found what we're looking for.

You haven't told me
what we're looking for.

- His papers! I'll guide you.
- You can do that fine from in there.

Now, just tell me where to look.

Where does your master
keep his secrets?

Behind a closed door.

What do you sense?

Traces...

...of cigars.

Drinking.

Men.

The dining room.

Open it.

What is that?

That's not a dining table.

That's some sort of...

operating table.

Sounds like...

...something being...

sawed.

Blood dripping.

I thought he was a shrink.

Not a surgeon.

He was a genius.

A visionary.

Let's just get what we came for
and get out of here.

Let me out, and I'll show you.

Show me, and I'll let you out.

You need me alive, remember?

So start talking, now.

Look closer.

Three spouts are for blood. The other is...

A switch.

Hours ago, I thought this was
the best thing to ever happen to us.

- Now it could be the worst.
- I know what you mean.

She said, "Give us 15 minutes
and if we're not back..."

She's talking about it
like they're a team!

It's still technically mine.

It was never yours, technically.

How long now?

Ten minutes.

Look, she's not in charge here.

Who knows what that thing
could be whispering in her ear?

Have you forgotten Annabel Ward?

Let me put it this way.

We've just sent her alone
into a severely haunted house.

You're right. This is insane.

What's that?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

No.

How do we know
which way she went?

We don't.

- What was that?
- Something senses you.

There's not much time. Search the desk.

Come on, come on, come on.

- What's even in these papers anyway?
- Not there. Keep looking!

Shit.

That's it. Keep them safe.

Quickly, Lucy, they're coming!

- Lucy!
- Let's go!

Too late.

- Why do they sound like that?
- Their final breaths.

Wait.

They were his patients.

He killed them.

Lucy!

Where are you?

Lucy, answer us!

Time to let me out, Lucy.

George!

He can't help you now.

But I can. Free me!

Lockwood! Please!

Lockwood! George!

Lockwood, please!

Lucy!

Release me!

George, it's a trapdoor!

Don't force it.
There'll be some kind of trigger.

Lucy, we're here. We're coming.

You fool. You've ruined us!

You knew!

Lockwood!

Lockwood, I think this is it!

You try that one.

- Lucy, we're coming!
- Hang on, Lucy!

- What the hell happened back there?
- He was a monster.

Hey.

Hey, it's okay. We've got you now.

You're safe now, okay? You're with us.

That's the last time
you go and do a job on your own.

I don't care what the skull says.
We're your team.

Not him.

Did you find anything?

Yeah.

You're incredible.

Okay if I dive
into Bickerstaff's papers?

Go for it.

- You okay?
- Hmm.

Need anything?

I'm fine. I just...

I need to put him away for a bit.
He can't be trusted.

- Morning, Locky.
- Still got your old key, then?

Never throw away a key.

Every single one
unlocks something somewhere.

You're always welcome
to put your feet up here. You know that.

Very kind of you, Locky. Love what you've
done with the place, by the way.

Oh, I haven't touched it.

Exactly.

I thought you might have
changed a few things up at least.

Like have you found another use
for that room on the landing yet?

No.

Can't avoid it forever, Locky.

I know.

Right. I didn't come here
for an intervention.

I heard Carver got your message.

Walked through the door
with a knife in his back.

- Do you think Winkman did it?
- Wouldn't surprise me.

If you need somewhere to hide, I know
a lovely houseboat by Eel Pie Island.

It's tempting.
We're still trying to find that mirror.

Heard anything?
Has Winkman tried to sell it?

If the houseboat's too close to home,

you and me in a nice caravan
in Camber Sands?

You have, haven't you?

Then how about
a fortified warehouse at midnight,

filled with thugs and a couple
of married maniacs out to murder you?

- More your style, right, Locky?
- Midnight tonight?

- Private auction. High-value relic.
- That's the one.

Fothergill's Wharf.
Right on the river. My territory.

You'd be mad to go anywhere near.

- Not without my help.
- Flo, I could kiss you.

Just don't die.

That will do me.

Save your kisses for whatsherface.

- Who?
- You're acting different around her.

She's just an associate.

Lockwood? Oh, sorry.

This is my friend, Flo Bones.
Flo, meet George.

- Head of research.
- And head chef.

Unless Locky's expanded his repertoire?

You like the shirini morabaii?

Very tasty.

Well, then you should come back for
my noon khamei. That's my real specialty.

- Where've you been hiding this one, Locky?
- I was about to ask the same thing... Locky?

Well, I've gotta split.

See you tonight, 11:30.
Salter's Landing. Don't be late.

- What's happening at 11:30?
- I'll fill you in.

There's something I need to fill
you and Lucy in on first. Something big.

These are ancient depictions
of spirits being tied to their sources.

Bickerstaff must have come across these
illustrations and tested that theory.

That's why his basement
was such a horror show.

He was murdering his own patients
to make sources?

No, that would be too hit-and-miss.

If you kill someone, their body
isn't necessarily gonna become a source.

Unless... you make sure of it.

So he was taking parts of them
whilst they were still alive.

Inflicting so much trauma that their
ghosts were forever tied to their bones.

And... and look.

- Seven ghosts.
- Oh, it's like Carver said.

This, my friends,
is a recipe for a bone glass.

Think the skull would know
what language these are in?

Uh, we're not really
on talking terms right now.

Joplin would know.

- We can't let her in on this.
- No, we can trust her.

I got to know her better at the archives
yesterday. We had dinner.

- You had dinner with Joplin?
- In her flat, leftovers.

And she was very nice.
And there's something else.

Mary Dulac wrote a book.

That crazy lady?
It's just gonna be mad ramblings.

No, it's her confessions,
which could be the key to all of this.

But hardly any were printed.

The only copy I could find
is in the Black Library at Fittes.

We'll have trouble enough
getting into the Fittes building now,

let alone the Black Library.

Mmm... I'm not so sure about that.

This dropped
through the letterbox earlier.

"Anthony Lockwood and Co.,

the Fittes Agency invites you
to the Fittes at 50 ball."

And it's tonight. Okay!

Good. No, it's... it's excellent.
It means we're back in the game.

Okay. Here's the plan.

Get these papers translated,
find out how the bone glass was made.

Go to the party, find Mary Dulac's book

and figure out
exactly what that thing did to her.

And then... we go and get it.

- How exactly are we supposed to do that?
- Flo's found a way.

You'd better go shopping.

"Formal dress."

Can I give you a hand with those?

Are you following me?

No. No, sorry, I... I didn't mean to...

I...

I just saw you from across the street,
so I thought I'd...

Well...

I spoke to Saunders.
He told me what you did the other night.

- Formidable overarm, I hear.
- Yeah, well, I throw like a girl.

Lockwood & Co. were nothing before you
came along. No one took them seriously.

Now that's suddenly all changed.
And it's pretty obvious why.

- We make a great team.
- Yeah?

You're wasted here.

And Fittes is a great place to work.

- Yah, well, they turned me down, so...
- They made a mistake.

He's probably told you
I'm the worst person in the world.

If you're interested
in finding out the truth,

would you consider
coming to the party with me tonight?

Uh... I can't. I'm... I'm going with...

- Lockwood.
- And George.

Of course.

I... I came in a bit too big
with the party, didn't I?

How about a coffee?

- Look, I've gotta go. Get inside, get on...
- Yeah. Of course.

- I'll see you around.
- Yeah.

And think about it though, yeah? Will you?

All of it.

Yeah.

♪ An ass that won't quit
But always heading to the door... ♪

- Sorry.
- Oh.

Only it's safe now.
We don't want Pamela to...

Ooh, Pamela, is it now?

♪ And I want more... ♪

- ♪ I want more... ♪
- Hi.

Oh! All the books and kung pao chicken
I could carry,

and I haven't told a soul.

- Come on through.
- ♪ Head over heels ♪

♪ Always heading to the floor ♪

♪ Sweep up all my bits ♪

♪ And leave me by the door ♪

♪ 'Cause I want more ♪

♪ I want more ♪

♪ Oh, boy, I can't do anything ♪

♪ I've kid myself I'm somethin' big ♪

♪ Babyface ♪

♪ For more ♪

- Can I come in?
- Uh... Yeah.

You got everything you need?

- Uh... Yeah, I think so.
- Good.

Everything okay?

With the skull, I mean.

Oh, it's fine. Just...
It just gets in my head a bit, you know?

Old friend?

Hmm. The best one.

This was all her idea.
Coming to London, going to parties.

The big time.

And now I'm here and she's not.

I just... feel like
I stole it from her, you know?

Stupid, really.

- You lost her?
- Ghost locked.

You never said.

Never asked.

I'm sorry.

For not asking.

And for your friend.

I'm sure she'd want you
to have some fun, though.

Live life for the both of you.

Yeah.

Oh. You might like this.

It belonged to, uh...

someone I was very close to.

But what if I lose it?

You've got a good track record
with precious necklaces.

Thank you.

There's nothing else?

You're okay?

Yeah, no, honestly, I'm... I'm all good.

Great. Well...

- I best check on the cab.
- Yeah.

George, you're not ready.

Well, there's too much to do.
Just go without me.

- This is all you need to know.
- Go if you want to.

- I'll keep working.
- Oh, no, I don't... don't really want to.

I don't like parties.
This is much more fun.

Well, we'll still need you.
For the thing after, don't forget.

Yeah, I won't. Don't worry.

- And you'll bring the things?
- Yeah, I will. Just...

Just go. We need to get on.

What's the thing you need the things for?

Oh! Um...

Well, don't tell anyone, but we're...

We're going to get the bone glass.

Wow.

Oh. Where's George?

He's working. He'll join us later.

So it's just us?

Is that all right?

♪ I'll have a shower ♪

♪ And then phone my brother up ♪

♪ Within the hour ♪

♪ I'll smash another cup ♪

♪ Please don't start saying that ♪

♪ Or I'll start believing you... ♪

We should probably
do some mingling first, yeah?

Make it look
like we actually came to party.

Great. Two of my favorite things.
Posh people and small talk.

Jesus Christ! Are those things sources?

Ah. The famous relic columns.

Not a fan?

Penelope's never let danger or good taste

get in the way of her
showing off her family's famous legacy.

Oh. Speak of the devil.

Oh God. I think she saw me.

- What are you doing?
- What?

She's just a normal person.

- She's no more special than you or me.
- I sleep in a loft.

Well, no more special than me.

Ugh!

- Horseradish?
- Why can't they just use gravy?

Because this is civilization.

Ugh.

Want to do a circuit? Meet some people?

I'd rather chew my own face off.

Go on, you go. I need the loo anyway.

♪ Your love is like a red, red rose ♪

♪ That's newly flowered in June ♪

♪ Your love is like a melody ♪

♪ That's seldom played in tune ♪

♪ He calls to you, my bonnie girl ♪

♪ So deep in love am I... ♪

That's Long Hugh Henratty,
the highwayman.

Penelope! Um... Miss Fittes. I...

Uh, he... he doesn't look all that long.

Wild dogs ate his legs.

Tom Rotwell dug him up in 1971,

while my mother kept the ghost at bay
by waving her iron spade.

Good job she was a tennis player,
or she would never have had the stamina.

Penelope's fine, by the way.

And the job offer still stands.

Kipps talked to you?

Hm...

Oh, you spoke to Kipps.

I've known you were special
since Combe Carey.

I, um... did a little research on you.

And you still wanna hire me?

What happened to your friends
wasn't your fault, Lucy.

That was your employer's responsibility.
Not yours.

We've seen to it that Mr. Jacobs will
never be in charge of agents again.

There should be no place for men like him
in our industry.

Oh, thank you.

You know, I, um...

I was always the black sheep of my family.

It's taken a lot to get used to all this.

I don't know how you do it.

Practically everyone here's
just staring at you.

Oh, they're not looking at me.

Not really me.

They're looking
at the great Penelope Fittes.

Who they want me to be.

And who can blame them?
It's a frightening time to be alive.

People need hope. Reassurance.

I'd love to help you some more, Lucy.

There are benefits to being on the inside.

That's... very kind.
I mean, more than I could ever... But...

You feel safe with him. Mr. Lockwood.

We're a team.

I know that feeling.

I had that once.

If you ever need to talk,
I'm a good listener.

I see you managed to mingle after all.

- What did she want? What did she say?
- Oh, just small talk.

Now, come on. We've got a job to do.

- Did she offer you a job?
- How did you know that?

What I would've done if I were her.

If I were you,
I'd have bitten her hand off.

- Why?
- I can't compete with this.

- I never asked you to.
- What's going on, then?

I've got no idea
what you're talking about.

Look, I saw you talking to Kipps
earlier outside.

Oh.

Yeah.

So?

He offered me a job too.

- And asked me out for coffee.
- Coffee?

You know, like what normal people do.
Hanging out.

Like... a date?

Is that so hard to believe?

I turned him down.

I could never work in a place like this.

Too much concrete,
no smell of burnt toast.

Portland Row is my home.

You and George.

I'm not going anywhere. Now come on.

Here's the code. 1888.

Nice one, George.

Pick a place to start.

I'll check the index.

That harp...

I've got it.

C/452.

Check the numbers on the spines.

452...

No...

Gotcha.

Let's see what she's got to confess to.

It'll be quieter in here.

So, what have they been saying?

Some of the members
are getting restless.

They feel you're not helping sufficiently
with their work.

Exactly. Their work.
If they're not up to the challenge,

I fail to see how that's my problem.

I'm not their nursemaid.

Well, quite.

But you are their inspiration.

They'd do well
not to forget that.

But I do have something for you
to pass along. Quell their complaining.

Repaired and tested.

It's working again. You can tell them
it's a token of goodwill.

From their inspiration.

- Lucky them.
- Hmm.

I'm going back where I'm appreciated.

I'd offer you a drink, but I'm sure
you have somewhere more... exciting to be.

Hmm.

I'll hang back a few minutes.
We don't want to set tongues wagging.

Oh, quite.

We need to go.

Now.

In a hurry?

Easy, now.
You wouldn't want my blade to slip.

It's very sharp.

And it's very nice. Is it real gold?

- Who are you?
- Just a guest of the party.

- I got lost on my way to the loo.
- Didn't use your map?

- I've never seen that before.
- Whoever gave it to you worked here.

Are you an agent?

Must be some sort of alloy.

Is it gold-plated?

- It's a bit tacky.
- Hey!

I found the way to the loo.

Security. There's been a breach
in the Black Library.

Oh God. They're onto us.
They're blocking all the exits.

There's another four of them.
You haven't got a plan, have you?

Well, I didn't, but now I do. I think.

The salt sprinklers
have been activated.

Please calmly and carefully
make your way to the nearest exit.

The salt sprinklers have been activated.

Please calmly and carefully
make your way to the nearest exit.

This party's dead. Wanna ditch it with me?

Absolutely.