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So what are we looking at?

I put the ring behind
silver glass so we can safely examine it.

Yeah, but it's daylight.

Yes, well, to state the obvious,

I'm a bit more risk averse than you,
aren't I?

Now, the intruder was after the ring.
But why?

Hallmarks.

H 22 115.

Maybe "H" for Hugo?

That's what I thought. But who was
the other big "H" in Annabel's life?

Act II, Scene 2.

"Doubt thou the stars are fire,

doubt that the sun doth move,

doubt truth to be a liar,

but never doubt I love."

This is it!

The hallmark's a love letter.

That's why Annabel wanted
me to take the ring.

It proves she and Hugo were together.
That has to be enough to put him away.

- Right?
- No. It doesn't prove anything.

So they were together.
But that isn't evidence he murdered her.

- Hmm.
- The ring's going in the safe.

I'm keeping hold of the key,
because, well, you can't be trusted.

- But it's her source.
- Which you stole illegally.

Now, the final ruling of Sheen Road
just came in.

If we don't get our shit together now,
this agency's done.

- "Mandatory indefinite oversight"?
- What does that mean?

It means we still owe 60 grand,

but now we can't do anything
without adult supervision.

No, no, no. This... this must be a joke.

No. It's a chokehold.

But I've got a plan.

We're going to see a man about a ghost.

So your big, radical plan is a job
at Fairfax Iron,

for work we can't legally do?

George, this negativity, it's why
I don't tell you things in advance.

"Agents required
for unusual supernatural investigation."

"Money commensurate with danger."

I'm guessing that means a lot of danger.

Better be at least 60 grand's worth.

Doors closing.

When we get up there,
we need to be at our absolute best.

Totally professional.
So I'll do the talking.

I saw Sir John Fairfax once.

He donated my school's iron defenses
and gave a speech in assembly.

Miss Kingston got her hair done special.

Yes, that is exactly the sort of thing
I don't want you saying.

When you said "see a man about a ghost,"
do you have a name for who we're meeting?

No. Just the floor.

Twenty.

Top floor. You don't think it's...

Doors closing.

Straight into the office.
That's a classy move.

This is Sir John Fairfax's office.

This doesn't make sense.
John Fairfax doesn't need us.

He's famous. He's rich.
He built Fairfax Iron.

He built this whole building.

Don't you think it's grim someone's
made this much money off the Problem?

I deserve something for keeping
the country safe at night, don't I?

Oh God, I'm so sorry.

No, you're right. It is grim.

The Problem has disfigured
the whole world.

A pleasure to meet you, sir.
Anthony Lockwood.

Uh, George Karim and Lucy Carlyle.

We are Lockwood & Co.

Ah, of course. The infamous.

Well, take a seat.

Under the sprinklers.

We didn't expect to deal with
you personally when we answered your ad.

It's a delicate situation.
Best handled discreetly.

I've decided to let go
of a few properties,

including Combe Carey Hall in Berkshire.

Nice enough place, but it has
a rather stubborn collection of visitors.

Something I've worked very hard
to keep out of the papers

and about which
my prospective buyer knows nothing.

So you need it made safe
before the buyer visits.

Exactly. And I cannot risk damage,
so there can be no flares or explosives.

It's a dangerous job,
to be done quickly and under the radar.

I'm getting quotes
from every significant outfit in London.

So, to be frank,

the only way an agency of your stature
could get it is by underbidding.

Our service is just as good
as our larger competitors,

and we don't need
to chase down cut-rate jobs.

You lie like a politician.

But I started out in casinos,
Mr. Lockwood.

I can always spot a bluff.

Do you think you'll get discretion
from Fittes and Rotwell?

Every decision they make
gets debated by committee.

And you need something more nimble.

Like us. A small independent.

We are the only agency who can do this job
the way you need it doing.

Nice pitch.

But I work very closely with DEPRAC,

and I don't think
this is a job they'll let you do.

That's... why it's probably best
they don't hear about it.

Rotwell just quoted me 90 grand.

I won't pay you a penny more
than the fine you owe DEPRAC.

What is it? 40? 50?

60, actually.
You're obviously a busy man, Sir John,

so let's keep it simple.

You pay our fine,
and we'll fix your house.

So... do we have a deal?

60 grand! He's paying us 60 grand!

But we haven't got it yet.
And we've gotta move fast.

Lucy, get us packed and prepped.

George, find out everything you can
about Combe Carey Hall, all right?

I'm gonna go to Satchell's, find out
what help we can get that doesn't explode.

See you at home, and tell no one.

- This job is gonna kill us.
- I'm sorry to hear that.

Wow. This all on Combe Carey Hall?

Yeah, everything Fairfax forgot
to mention. It's not just a country house.

It used to be a satanic priory
of medieval devil worshipers.

Oh, good. Evil monks.

At least we know what we'll be facing.
Anyone fancy another beer?

No, actually, we have no idea.

It's killed loads,
including some at a party 30 years ago,

but those deaths
weren't blamed on the monks.

No, they were blamed
on a Screaming Staircase

or a Red Room, whatever they are.

Without flares, this job is suicide. Look!
We're not the first ones to try, either.

At the start of the Problem,
an elite Fittes team was sent in.

There was only one survivor. And one,
Samaran Pandey, is still unaccounted for.

- Fairfax kept all this from us.
- No, he got himself a good deal.

And so did we. This is a job
that's finally big enough for our talents.

But we're a team,

so... if either of you have another option
on how to keep this agency afloat,

then I'm all ears.

Right. That's decided, then.

Hello, Lockwood & Co.

- It's Barnes. For you.
- Oh.

- What's with the gloves?
- Stress cleaning.

- Hello?
- Carlyle? Inspector Barnes.

- Uh, hi.
- You told Lockwood you're leaving yet?

Yeah. Yeah, I have, actually.
I'm, um... I'm going in a couple of days.

You might wanna go sooner.

I thought you should know.
Hugo Blake was released this morning.

We don't have enough to hold him. There's
nothing that puts him inside the house.

Maybe if you hadn't burnt it down,
we'd have some physical evidence.

Tell Lockwood I'll brief him
on his new supervisor tomorrow.

- We won't be in tomorrow.
- Why not?

Um... uh... 'Cause the, um...
house is getting fumigated.

The day after, then.

Get home safe.

I hope
you're not making a mess down there!

George, please stop cleaning
and come and help me sort the chains out!

Let go of me.

I can't help you.

You gave me the ring.

Because you can't be trusted.

Wow. There's a lot of green!

Never been
outside of London before, George?

I visit my gran in Sidcup.

Sidcup is in London.

Then you have your answer.
Doesn't look like I've missed much.

I can't believe
we're going to Sir John Fairfax's house.

You've got a real hard-on for him,
haven't you?

If you wanna put it like that.

He's succeeded in everything he's tried.
Publishing, show business.

He didn't even start smelting until
he was in his thirties. Now look at him.

- Hmm.
- And he came from nothing too.

Nah, he's old money. And you have
a massive house in central London.

Well, mortgaged to the hilt, George.
I'm practically a serf.

Welcome. I'm Ellie,
Mr. Fairfax's assistant. This way, please.

- Is Sir John...
- He's waiting at the hall.

- Ow.
- You okay?

Old war wound.

- You were an agent?
- Lots of Mr. Fairfax's employees were.

He's a good man to know
when your talents fade.

Wouldn't say he's kind, but he understands
when people need a second chance.

And he pays well. Hop in.

Must we ride in this old wreck?

What are you doing? Never hesitate
on the threshold of a haunted house.

That's rule number one.

Yeah, I don't know, I just...

thought I could hear something.

Welcome to Combe Carey Hall. You're late.

Now drop your bags and hurry up, please.
The sun's going down.

I can't figure this place out.
Nothing's where it should be.

This is the gallery.

The original priory was destroyed after
the monks decided to commit mass suicide.

You had to make your own fun
in those days.

The modern house was built on the ruins.

- So it's a bit of a Frankenstein.
- Mr. Lockwood broke the deal.

He brought a bomb flare.

Oh dear.

- I asked Ellie to go through your bags.
- You did what?

Well, then you've broken the rules
of the deal too, by searching our bags.

As far as I recall,
there's nothing in our agreement

that prevents me making sure
you won't burn my house down.

You do have form, after all,
so let's call it quits.

Well, time is ticking.

The sun's nearly down.

What the hell did you bring that for?

Apart from anything else,
we've got way better flares.

We'll leave you to work. It's a little
late for us to be in this house safely.

Through there,
you'll find the Screaming Staircase.

It'll take you round to the Red Room,

which is the most likely site
of the primary source.

We'll be back in the morning.

I trust you have everything you need
from here?

I'm sure we'll be fine.

Good luck.

Mr. Lockwood.
DEPRAC. Open the door.

Fumigation!

- Kick it in, would you?
- Yes, ma'am.

This whole place is freezing up.

And it's hard to map a source because
the rooms don't fit together properly.

I think there's something old
that's hidden away.

It feels like we're going in blind.

Are we sure we wanna do this?

I'm not. Lockwood?

Lockwood, what are you doing?

Just a spot of fishing.

Hopefully, this will relax you both a bit.

I came here yesterday after Satchell's
to do a bit of recon

and stashed this outside.

It was obvious, Fairfax being who he is,
he was gonna search our bags.

And me being me,
I was gonna smuggle flares in.

We don't have our usual kit,
but we do have this bomb flare.

Industrial strength.
Better be. Cost enough.

So the flare in your bag
was just decoy contraband.

All part of the dance.

Why didn't you tell us?

What, and deny us all
this beautiful moment?

Come on, Luce. I'm not a monster.

Right. Shall we?

Sense anything?

If this is a screaming staircase,
it's being very quiet.

- Maybe it's taken the night off.
- Like we should have done.

Everyone ready?

There's bad energy in these walls.

A lot of bad energy.

There's screaming.

Chaos. There's too many voices.

It's not very red though, is it?

Luce, help me with the chain.

George, secure our retreat.

Six degrees and falling.

Whatever's here,
it's getting closer.

There's no sign
of any sources yet though. Strange.

George, didn't you say
you suspect there's hidden rooms?

- From the plans, it's highly likely.
- We'll look for evidence.

You stay here, watch our backs.

Look for cavities, false walls.
Anything that could be concealing sources.

Judging by the number of death glows,
a lot of people died here.

So do we think it's in here?
The source of the primary haunting?

- Temperature, five degrees.
- Wait.

Uh... Shh! Stop tapping. I need to listen.

I'm not tapping.

Get back to the circle now!
Something strange is happening.

What's making that sound?

Blood.

It's not blood.
It can't be. It's plasm.

Yet it looks like blood,
it smells like blood...

It'll ghost touch you,
so don't let it near.

Oh! How'd it do that?

We've made the circle too big.
There's a weak spot in the middle.

Let's get out of here. Leave the kit.
Head for the door.

I thought you said you secured it?

- I did! This isn't possible!
- It's locked. We're trapped!

We need to calm down.

It'll feed off our panic.

Luce, we need another exit.

Go to that place you found,
see if there's something.

George, we need to draw it out
and distract it.

It's time we stopped
being so respectful of this thing.

Come on. Don't be shy.

- Definitely got something here.
- Good. Keep looking.

It's everywhere.

This is not just one ghost!

- Lucy, what have you found?
- I'm not sure. I need time!

They're working together. Oh shit.

Stay focused.

How are we supposed
to fight that?

Lucy, please tell me that's a door.

I'd like to start running now!

A poltergeist could shut a door.

Only Changers can manifest
as something as weird as blood.

But never on that scale!
Are we talking a new kind of Type Two?

That was just a regular Changer.
No ghost can move that much heavy iron.

- Someone living did that.
- What? Who?

Fairfax? No, he wouldn't dare
be back there to do that.

Maybe Ellie still has some talent.
Maybe we're being tested.

What? You can't possibly imagine we're
still gonna get something out of this.

It's a deathtrap.

Oh God.

Temperature just got lower.

Which means the Red Room
isn't even the original haunting.

It's just a secondary.

There's something else out there.

- What if there's no way out?
- Well, then we're dead.

Why do spiders love ghosts so much?

Who cares? They're excellent warnings.

Case in point.

- Oh shit.
- Sam Pandey.

Probably wanted to warn us
not to go down there.

And now we're going down there.

There's something waiting.

This couldn't be
the actual Screaming Staircase, could it?

Maybe.
Fairfax certainly loves a surprise.

No wonder he did so well in show business.

- Let's go.
- Okay.

Fairfax and show business.

Mors gloria

Salvete satanas

Mors gloria...

Wait a minute. George, Lucy, hold on.
I think I might have figured out...

- This is it. This is the staircase.
- Go. Get off it now!

Mors gloria...

Salvete satanas...

- What are we gonna do?
- Mors gloria

- Salvete satanas...
- It's over.

The monks.

- Mors gloria...
- This is where they died.

Salvete satanas

Mors gloria

Salvete satanas

Mors gloria

Salvete satanas

Mors gloria

Salvete satanas

Mors gloria

Salvete satanas

Mors gloria...

Salvete satanas

Mors gloria

Salvete satanas...

Mors gloria...

George, find the source. Luce, help me
ward them off. We need to buy some time.

What do you mean, find the source?
There's literally nothing in here!

Salvete satanas...

Oh. It's the Fittes kid!

The Fittes kid is not the problem.
Come on!

Mors gloria

Salvete satanas

Mors gloria

Salvete satanas

Mors gloria

Salvete satanas

Mors gloria

Salvete satanas

Mors gloria

Salvete satanas...

Lucy, no!

- You were ghost locked.
- Yeah. But I found the source.

- It's in the well. Their bodies!
- It's too late.

- There's too many!
- Lucky I broke the deal.

Salvete satanas...

Make a wish.

Mors gloria

Salvete satanas...

George.

George!

George!

Oh!

Oh, are you okay?

My cheek hurts.

Lucy.

- Lucy...
- Oh, where's his slap?

I deserve one. I've been an idiot.
I should never have brought us here.

There. I can't believe I missed it.

Fairfax wasn't just into casinos.

He was the most connected man in Soho
before he moved into iron.

Fairfax knew Annabel?

He didn't just know her.
I think he was with her.

He gave her the ring. He must have done.

That weird hallmark, that means there's
gonna be a record of him commissioning it.

Wait, so... he killed her?

And the ring's proof.

I think he brought us here
for the house to kill us.

It wouldn't have even been suspicious,
just three more agents dying on the job.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Leave before they realize
we're still alive.

If we go via the Red Room,
we won't be.

Look, there's light!
Maybe we can get out up there.

Go!

Run!

Don't move.

Hands up.

You.
You brought us here to die.

It was you.

It was you in our house the other day
who I stabbed.

There's nothing old about that war wound.

There, where I can see you.

I'm sure you and I
can resolve this between ourselves.

You want your ring back. You thought
you could wait till the sun comes up

and get it from our pockets
in the Red Room.

Well, here we are.

It's the hallmark that's incriminating.

Something that specific.

I bet you really regret
buying that for Annabel now.

No. I don't regret buying it.

I often regret leaving it behind
when I bricked her into that chimney.

I knew it was monstrous.

But I couldn't throw my whole life away
for one mistake.

Not then, not now.
So lose the rapier and give me the ring.

I can't.

I don't have the ring.

We don't travel round with it.
We're not insane.

And I'm the only one
who knows where it's hidden,

so if you kill me,
you will never get it back.

That's a bluff.

- You'd better shoot me, then.
- Lockwood, don't!

You'd have fitted in well with the monks,
boy. You have a death wish.

Yeah, maybe. But you're not gonna do it.

You're already thinking about
the different ways you could get caught.

You're just a performer too,
aren't you?

Let's see what you're really made of.

No.

There it is. You look scared.

Just like she did.

Don't shoot him.

This is what you want, right?

- Lucy, what have you done?
- What is it?

- She stole it again.
- What's in there?

Lucy, what are you doing?

It's Annabel's source.

She's been wanting to see you
for a very long time, Mr. Fairfax.

- What?
- Lucy...

Annabel!

Huh?

I'm working with maniacs.

Hold it there!

Let go! Get off of me!

We're agents. This is our job.

We are employed to be here.
You've no right to do this.

- I gave you an order not to work.
- Yes, sir, you did, and I understand...

Shut up.

I knew you couldn't follow the rules,
for even one night.

But you'll listen now.

Anthony Lockwood, George Karim,

Lucy Carlyle, I'm arresting you

for conducting
an unlicensed psychical investigation

in direct violation of a DEPRAC ruling.

We just survived an attempted murder.

John Fairfax killed Annabel Ward,
and he brought us here to kill us too.

And this is the same John Fairfax

who your department has been
hand in glove with for the last decade.

Sir, it's true. He strangled her
and left her to rot in that chimney.

- Why would I believe a word you say?
- Sir, she's not lying. We have proof.

This entire job was a trap.
Ask Ellie. She heard Fairfax confess too.

If this is true...

Inspector Barnes? Sorry to interrupt, sir.
The deputy commissioner has just arrived.

- Get 'em in the van.
- Inspector...

Inspector, you have to believe me.

Inspector...

They're saying
you killed Sir John Fairfax.

- Guess you'll make the papers after all.
- What are you even doing here?

I'm Fittes's special liaison.

We help keep an eye out for rogue agents.
Nice knowing you.

I'll go to the papers.

I'll ruin them.

I'll tell everyone.

Guys, get over here.

What?

What's the deputy commissioner
doing here at five in the morning?

They're taking stuff away.
What's going on?

Inspector, what the hell is happening?

You're not being arrested.

Not if you sign these.

A non-disclosure agreement. No way.

Do it.
Or you'll be completely unprotected.

From what?

Do you even know what's being covered up?

This isn't normal.
This is against the rules.

Sign the papers.

First smart thing I've seen you do.

He's got your address.

They took all our kit.

They know something about Fairfax
we don't. They want it to stay that way.

What, beyond him being a murderer?

No one's ever gonna know what we did.

Yeah, well,

at least we're alive.

Dearly beloved,
we are gathered here today

to say farewell to Samaran

and to commit him into the hands of God.

In life, Sam...

Excuse me?

Excuse me.

Hi. Uh, my name's Penelope Fittes.

We know who you are.

And you are Lockwood & Co.

At your service.

You're not here to... see us, are you?

It's nice to see you, but no, no.

Um, my mother led that first attempt
on Combe Carey Hall.

She was the only survivor, which I think
she always felt awful about because, um...

Well, Sam was like
a little brother to her.

So just thank you for finding him.

You must be Lucy Carlyle.

You know my name?

- Yep.
- Do you know my name?

Well, yes, of course I do, Mr. Karim.
I'm glad to see you're doing well.

Wish you were still at my agency.
I fired the fool that let you go.

That's a shame. She was a fool,
but she really fitted in there, actually.

I could see how you might be
more comfortable where you are.

Thank you again. Really.

Bye.

Why'd you say that? She was nice.

Guys, this is no time to fight.
Penelope Fittes knows who we are!

This letter from DEPRAC
is unbelievable.

It's better than it could be.

They're covering everything up.
Saying Fairfax died of natural causes.

Well, they're trying
to protect his name, but why?

Whatever he was up to, killing Annabel
Ward was clearly the tip of the iceberg.

Still, at least we're getting paid.

- The whole 60 grand?
- Who cares? We can't talk about it.

Combe Carey Hall should be putting
our name on the front page of The Times.

And now it's like it never even happened.

Your name, you mean.

Lockwood, this is great. The oversight's
been lifted. We're debt-free!

We're client-free, we're reputation-free,

and we've got a lot more debts
than just that 60 grand fine.

George. That's evidence
you stole from the crime scene.

- It needs to be kept in the safe.
- I just wanna know what it is.

Why would this insignia be on those crates
and these goggles?

It's fascinating.

Whatever these are, they were useless
against that vicious ghost.

She was brutally murdered, George.
What do you expect?

And, yeah, she was scary in the end,
but I really felt like I knew her.

Like she was... still alive.

Watch out.

Listening can screw you up.

- If you're not careful, it can be...
- George!

You can forget about
all of that now, Luce.

Well, it worked out fine in the end.

I'll stash these for you.

Oh, since you're going down there,
could you pop this in secure storage?

You signed it.

Is that allowed?

Judging by the face
Barnes made in the van,

not even he knows what the rules are.

So why not?

Plus, it's my agency.

You belong here.

Lucy...

Lucy...

Lucy!

You shouldn't have said that.

About what listening can do.

Well, someone has to.

She got way too close to Annabel,
and... listeners can burn out.

And we need to look after her.

She's good, and...

she's finally starting to get me.

- She's a lot tougher than you think.
- Hmm.

Uh... Everything okay down there?

Luce?

Luce?

Lucy?

Everything okay?