Speaker 1: Hello, listeners, how are you well? I hope not a
lot of news at my end this time, so let's
just go straight into it, shall we. So this episode
then follows on directly from the last one, in which
Claire Redmond ended up in the clutches of Underwood and Flinch.
You may recall that Underwood knocked her out because she
had resisted his attempt at fascination of her, and then
David picked her up and insisted on carrying her with
him down to Rose's subterranean apartment because he thought two things. One,
the people who had just shot her, specifically Coleridge, supported
by a gang of tactical assault type characters, probably weren't
going to be very nice to her if they should
leave her there for them to find. And two, she
could have useful information about the enemy that is now
literally right outside their front door. And this episode also
requires you to have a very long memory, because there's
some references to things that happened earlier in the story,
some of which in the story's timeline only happened about
an hour ago, but in our real time happened months
and months ago. So I'll have to give you a
quick refresher on those points. Now. Of course, if you
were reading this in a book, you could just flick
back through the pages, and indeed the memory of it
all would be much fresher. Like for example, if you
were listening to this as an audiobook, you know, one
chapter alf another binge listening as the people say these days.
But anyway, sorry, I'm rabbiting, I will no give you
that refresher. David mentions Ronnie Bishop, the journalist. Ronnie Bishop
mentions Ronnie referring to Coleridge having a Malleus ring on
his finger. This was way back in episode twenty six,
when David first met Ronnie in the pub opposite Hobun Station,
you know, before he spotted Damo and they ran into
the station and all that stuff. Ronnie at the time
was telling him about the Malleus and what he knew
slash suspected about them, including the fact that they at
least used to wear these rings on their fingers, and
that a young Coleridge, who had once beaten him up
in the line of duty sort of once wore such
a ring. David then later told Underwood about that conversation
when they were at his house in Bloomsbury Square and
that was back in episode thirty nine. In that same episode,
David noticed he had received some phone messages from Ronnie
and called him back. In that call, Ronnie said, amongst
other things, that he knew who the London Vampire was. Then,
following that, in episode forty, when Underwood and Flinch went
directly around to Ronnie's flat, they found him dead in
a murder that was dressed up to look like a suicide.
So once they'd finished there, they went straight round to
Surrey Street, which is of course where they are now,
although it's a bit later on and now they are
descending in the lift along with the unconscious Claire Redmond
and Elizabeth Daventry to the pantry you know, where they
keep the three women to snack on, that being the
last stated destination of Demo and Rose. So all that said,
then let's get their ahead of them, shall we, as
we finally move out of the Shadows and into Underwood
and Flinch Season six in Tennebress written and performed for
podcast by Mike Bantt. This podcast is intended for an
adult audience. Listener discretion has advised. Episode thirteen, Rose was
feeding on Louise. The young woman was sprawled beneath her
on the damp smelling sofa in the room they referred
to as the living room of the pantry. Seated at
the other end of the sofa, her legs curled beneath
her was Karen, who drew and twirled strands of her
hair absently as she watched Rose feed. The pantry women
had been sleeping when earlier Rose and Daimo had returned
from their night out. The vampires had apologized for waking them,
but explained that they hadn't been able to procure prey
and so would need one last bite each, and since
Karen and Bernadette had already given blood earlier in the evening,
it would fall to Louise to provide for both of them.
Damo had fed first, with Rose watching over him to
make sure he didn't take too much, and then she
had taken over. Karen had watched with interest as Damo
lapped saliva on to the bite, stemming the blood flow,
before moving aside to allow Rose to suck the wounds
back into life. A woman's laugh echoed down the low
ceilinged concrete hallway that led to the bathroom. It was Bernadette,
though Karen noted it wasn't her usual laugh. Normally when
anyone made a joke or they were watching a comedy DVD.
Bernie Gifford a resident that was in itself amusing for
both Karen and Louise. But the laugh she heard now
was tinkling, flirtatious, and intended solely for Daimo. She had
followed him down to the bathroom when he had gone
for a pe Bernie fancied him. Of course they all did,
to varying degrees, but none of them would ever actually
do anything about it. It was clear that Damo was
now Rose's boyfriend, and they were all very happy for her.
But still it was nice to flirt a little, and
Damo certainly seemed to share. Her thoughts were interrupted by
a sound from the entrance hallway. Was that a knock? Impossible?
The only person whoever came to that door was Rose.
Then came the unmistakable creaking of the long, unoiled hinges
of the door. Karen tapped Rose on the bottom and
hissed her name. With a slurping lick at Louise's neck,
Rose lifted her head. What someone's at the hello? A
man's voice called from the entrance hall. Rose's eyes darkened,
globs nicked, she growled, wiping blood from her mouth with
the back of her hand. Rose. The man's voice was
drawing nearer. Then Karen's eyes widened as the face she
had only ever seen in faded photographs entered the room.
What was especially startling was the fact that though the
photographs were over half for century old, the face was
exactly the same. Her hand went to her mouth. Oh
my god. Underwood paid no attention to Karen or the
now stirring Louise, addressing himself directly to Rose. Rose, I'm
so sorry to come barging in again, but I'm afraid
we're in a spot of trouble, What said Rose, her
voice simmering with rage. Then Karen's eye was drawn by
another man walking in, this one carrying a woman in
his arms. His eyes widened as he looked around the room,
his expression betraying his sudden horror or was it amazement?
She couldn't decide. Then, on seeing Karen looking at him,
his face took on a more friendly aspect. Oh all right,
what do you mean trouble, Rose demanded of Underwood. Just
that I'm afraid the law or rather the malius are
outside fialdam Deescheisser. She sprang up and grabbed underward by
the lapels, You fucking asshole. It's not enough you bring
yourself to darken my door, but now you bring disaster
upon me. Upon entering the room, David had been somewhat
taken aback. Underwood had told him they were going to
a human pantry, and he'd been expecting to be met
with a lot worse. In the lift down, he'd been
imagining some kind of medieval torture dungeon men with long,
grizzled beards manacled to walls in tiny cells, with the
scars of a thousand blood letting cuts covering their emaciated bodies.
By that standard, the room had come as something of
a relief. However, it still came as a shock to
be confronted by the strange prison, equipped as it was,
with what were clearly supposed to be all the comforts
of home. His eyes roved over the gallery of aged
pinups covering the walls, a young and shirtless David Hasselhoff,
a small Hits magazine centerfold of the blonde mop headed
eighties band the Police, even a black and white or
rather black and yellow magazine photo of a young and
moody Elvis Presley. Then he noticed the floor, bare concrete,
with gullies converging to a point in the center of
the room, covered by a rug. He intuited that a
drain lay under there. So had this once been a
shower room? Or, more probably, he thought, a slaughterhouse, a
place where victims were bled, drained, and butchered. Had his
father and other more distant ancestors been the ones wielding
the cleaver? Of course they had. Wasn't that their job?
He pushed the thought from his mind. In addition to Rose,
there were two other women in the room, both deathly pale, undernourished,
and in their sleepwear. One was lying under Rose on
a red, though heavily stained sofa with a pair of
bloody holes in her neck, and the other was looking
at him with a puzzled expression, no doubt due to
the fact that he was carrying an unconscious and increasingly
heavy Claire Redmond in his arms. He smiled and greeted her. Then,
as Underwood struggled to appease the furious ex wife, now
shaking him by the lapels, David continued have you got
a first aid kit by any chance, He nodded down
to Claire. She's been shot. Oh Jesus. Karen got up. Yeah, yeah,
we have it in the kitchen. She pointed to her
vacated spot on the sofa. Here, put her down here, thanks.
David lowered Claire to the sofa and began removing her jacket.
And what do you think you're doing, demanded Rose. She's wounded,
said David. She needs help. Yes, she's bleeding all over
my sofa. Oh like you'd notice, he replied, not turning
from where he now unbuttoned Claire's shirt. Then he heard
Daimo's voice, Hey, what's going on. David turned to see
Damo still in his filthy summer dress and flip flops,
and a third sickly looking woman standing in a doorway
on the other side of the room. Underwood has brought
a malleus upon us, said Rose. Damo frowned. D w
They are sort of swat team, said David, Anti vampire
troops outside, least a dozen of them. Auntie vampire. You mean,
look they're gonna kill us. Yes, that's a general idea,
said Underwood. So you might want to put some sensible
shoes on. Fucking' hell. What are we going to do? Well?
I propose we take the train tunnel, said Underwood. They
almost certainly think this place goes no deeper than the
basement level, and there's absolutely no way they know it
connects to the underground. What about the roof? We could
fly it out here. Bring David, and you're one with us.
He nodded to Elizabeth Daventry, who stood nervously watching proceedings
from the doorway of the entrance passage. Now they've got
a helicopter, said Underwood. And if they've brought that, it's
precisely to prevent our escaping that way, flinch. I would
imagine that by now helicopters have machine guns in them.
Is that correct? Oh? Yes, said David, peeling Claire's shirt
away from her wound, and a lot worse than that.
He was relieved to see the bullet had only grazed her,
but it needed dressing. He looked up, glanced around the room,
and called out any sign of that first aid kit.
I'm looking, Karen called back from the kitchen. Underwood peered
over David's shoulder at Claire's wound. Oh, it's only a
scratch flinch here. He eased David to one side and
leant towards Claire. Hey said, David, what are you doing?
In reply, Underwood made a throaty sound and drew saliva
into his mouth. He then lowered himself to Claire's wound. Then, Rose,
spotting the ring on the chain around Claire's neck, pointed
and declared, she's Mallius. Yeah, we know, said David. You know,
and you're helping her, Daniel, you should be tearing her
throat out, not kissing it better. Underwood lifted his face
and licked his lips. There are flinch It shall be
Wright's rain in no time, Daniel exclaimed. Rose. It's all right, Rose.
The Malius are actually the ones who shot her. She's
a police inspector. Flinchy here thinks she could be useful
to us. Who wants me to fascinate her and see
if she knows what they're up to. You mean you
haven't done this already? Well, no, I've been rather busy
dodging bullets and bringing you up to speed, haven't I? Oh,
I do it. Rose directed a kick to David's bottom,
where he knelt over Claire more for sight flinch. At
that point, Karen returned with the first aid kit. I
found it. David reached to take it from her, and
Rose pushed him out of her way. She ignored his
protests and seized Clare by the chin, turning her face
to hers and shaking Claire's head. Wake up, come on,
you're probably not even unconscious. Claire, who actually was unconscious,
began to come round. She opened her eyes to see
a fierce looking woman with a bloody mouth glaring at her.
She flinched away, diverting her eyes from what she knew
had to be another vampire. Oh no, you don't, missy.
Rose twisted Claire's face back to hers. Open your eyes,
damn it, open them. I cut off your fucking eyelids.
Hey Rose, calm down, Love said Damo, she's rying, for
Fox's sake. Look, can we just try asking her what's
going on before we start cotton beds off her. We
don't have time for the Pleasantry's Damien, you know nothing
of Malias. This woman is our enemy. I'm not with them, Alias,
said Claire, her eyes tightly shut. She had Rose's arm
in both her hands and was trying to break a
grip on her but the arm was as rigid as steel.
Then why do you wear their ring around your neck?
Demanded Rose? It was my dad's. It's just a family heirloom.
So your father was Malius, Yes, but I only found
that out today. The man who told me is the
same one who just shot me outside? What why did
you do that? Because I was trying to arrest him?
Rose frowned. She looked at Underwood. Is this soul? Underwood shrugged, yes,
an older chap declare. He said, so why are you
trying to arrest him? Because he tried to kill me?
Claire managed to say, despite Rose's fingers pressing deep into
the flesh of her cheeks, he sent a vampire to
do it? What? Underwood almost laughed, And I suppose this
was the London vampire? Was it? Yes? Her man? Or
rather a thing called Miguel. Miguel. Underwood turned to David
and Damo with raised eyebrows. I told you it had
to be someone else from Spain, said Daimo to David.
Or should have put money on it, Yes, as did
I said Underwood. But you did not, said David, you
said it was him. He cocked a thumb over his
shoulder to Daimo. Well, yes, but I also allowed for
the possibility of it being someone else from Spain. In
any way, the pair of you thought it was me.
Shut up, all of you, said Rose. It doesn't matter
who said what. What matters is who is outside now
and what they are going to do. So you She
shook Claire's chin again. Tell me, tell you what, said Claire,
her eyes still closed. Fair malius, you already know that.
Why are they here? What do they want? Did they
here for Underwood? Lord Daniel Underwood? I knew it, said Rose,
turning to Underwood angrily. It is you as they want.
You should give yourself up and then they will go away.
Oh thank you, Rose. Throw me to the walls. Why
don't you, Rose shook Claire again. Does they know of me?
Of us? I don't know. I don't know who you are,
who any of you are. Rose turned back to Underwood.
Go on, get out, does the honorable thing? Or are
you one of the cads the pounders? I think you
mean bounders, said Underwood, I mean cowards. Damn you go.
You can still save us from this mess of yours
if you act now. Oh yes, and of course they
won't come in here and search the place, will they
They'd have no curiosity whatsoever about what we're doing here
or what this place might be to us. They'll just
toddle off without bothering to even peek inside. The slap
across the face cut him off. Don't be a fucking smartass,
said Rose. You have no remorse, do you? For this?
For deserting me for anything. Underwood touched his cheek and
felt the rising heat. He struggled for a response, some
quick and pithy retort, but he found himself lost for words.
As for the first time that night, he recognized in
Rose's expression not anger, not rage, but pain. Earlier, she
had wanted to admonish him, to punish him, to show
him that despite all he had done to her, she
was still strong, that she neither needed him nor wanted him.
She had her home, her life, a new lover, and
a new beginning. But now by his doing this, by
bringing the enemy here to her door, he had taken
even that from her. An apology would ring hollow, because
until now that's what all his apologies had been. He
lowered his eyes. David knew that despite the fact that
Underwood was right, that his going outside would save none
of them. There was now a chance he might try
to do the honorable thing and surrender himself anyway. He
also knew that if he intervened in the conversation in
Underwood's defense, it would only make matters worse. Instead, he
turned to Claire and said, so, what about Miguel, the
guy who came to kill you? What happened to him?
He's dead? That drew Underwood's attention. Dead. Are you sure? Yes?
I shot him? Well, he scoffed. That won't do it.
You'd have to try harder than that. And the head
and the heart trust me, He's dead. Underwood was surprised,
but only for a moment. Really, and how exactly did
you know to do that? If you're not malius? I'm
not malius. I didn't even know what that was until
earlier today. She's lying. Rose tightened her grip, her fingernails
biting into the flesh of Claire's face. Claire, whose eyes
were still closed, knew whereabouts her various inquisitors were in
the room by the sound of their voices. She looked
to where David was and opened her eyes. Please can't
speak like this, I can't talk, David laid a hand
on Rose's arm. Look, can you just let her go,
your ladyship, It's not like she's going to go anywhere.
Oh and so now as a servants are giving the
masters the orders. She looked at Underwood. Are you going
to stand for this? Actually he's his own man now,
Rose said Underwood. I released him from my service just
this evening, long story. Look, she can't answer the questions
with your fingers sunk in her face, Your ladyship, said David, please,
with a half of contempt. Rose released her grip on Claire.
All right, but I don't trust her. Underwood resumed his questioning,
now in spac that you were telling us how it
was you knew where to shoot me, gel I didn't know.
She lied. I shot him several times, but those were
the ones that stopped him. Is that so so just
un luck, dumb luck and firearms training. I mean, if
you want to kill something, anything, that's where you shoot it,
isn't it. Underwood considered not just her reply but her demeanor.
She was afraid, and quite rightly, but she was able
to retain her composure. He liked that. He nodded, Yes,
I suppose it is. David moved into the space vacated
by Rose, and showed Claire the first aid kit. I'm
just going to fix up your arm, okay. Claire had
forgotten about her injury. She looked at it and was
amazed to see that the wound, a gaping gash just
below the shoulder of her left arm, had, though it
was still open, stopped bleeding. Well what did you do that,
he didn't, said Underwood. I did. Don't worry about it,
said David, swabbing the still bloody area with cotton wool
dabbed with antiseptic. The important thing is that bullet only
grazed you. Claire, also now realizing she was in a
state of partial undress, pulled her shirt closed over her
chest as best she could. Rose said, Bernadette, does this
mean me have to leave? Rose glared at Underwood, then nodded,
I'm afraid so, Bernadette, You, Louise and Karen should get
dressed quickly. You too, Damien, unless you want to leave
here looking like that. Ah, excuse me, Rose said Underwood.
But why do these women need to come? They're just food.
You can leave them here and they'll be perfectly fine.
The Malliards won't hurt them. They're victims, after all, they
are not just fooled, shouted Rose. They are my friends.
Just as you have your flinch, I have zem and
they are no less important to me than he and
his god forsaken forebears are to you. Underwood held up
his hands. All right, all right, I'm sorry, I didn't realize.
I apologize. He glanced around, taking in the eyes of
the pantry women and dam As. He added, but you'd
better be quick about it. They could be in through
that door any minute. As the women exited, followed by Damo,
Underwood turned to Claire, actually, inspector, what do you thinks
holding them up? Could it be that you're in here
with us? Massaging her jaw and with eyes downcast, Claire replied,
I don't know. I came in here before they were
in position. They could be doing that now, covering all
the exits. Or maybe they're just waiting for the order
to move in. Perhaps they're waiting for a warrant to
be approved, said Elizabeth, pleased to offer a legal perspective
before wondering aloud. That is, if they need warrants under
vampire circumstances like these. I don't know. It's nothing I've
ever had to deal with. It might turn into a siege,
said David. I doubt it, said Claire. They shot me.
I'm not exactly a valued hostage, hm said Underwood thoughtfully,
not you perhaps, But Flinch has an interesting idea Flinch.
Claire looked at the man dressing her wound. So this
must be David Flinch and name Miguel had mentioned in
his conversation with Mackay in reference to a vampire killing
him Brighton. Then Underwood was speaking again about this hostage idea, Rose,
what if one of your lady friends were to make
an appearance on the steps outside at the end of
a rope and then tell them that she was a hostage.
She could tell them no, said Rose flatly. But he
could gain us so much time. I said no, they
stay with me, and that is final way. Don't just
throw your Flinch outside at the end of a rope.
I told you what he is to you, they are
to me because he's not a credible hostage, is he.
They've just seen him strolling out of here with me,
So bring him with you down to the station. I
have no problem with him, or you're as a companion.
Rose nodded to Elizabeth, and you shall have none with mine,
so's no need for her the debate. Underwood sighed. He
noticed a packet of cigarettes and a lighter on the
coffee table. He picked them up and lit one, then
turned back to Claire. So this outside the chap who
shot you and sent Miguel to do you in? Who
is he? Claire, who no longer felt a shred of
allegiance to Coleridge, replied Detective Chief Superintendent Collridge of the
Occult Crimes Unit Coleridge. David looked up at the name
and turned back to Underwood. Why it's got to be
the same guy you Ronnie was talking about, the one
he suspected at a Mallius ring. Underwood recalled what David
had told him about the dead journalist in his brush
with a suspected Mallius policeman in the eighties. He nodded,
but continued to address Claire the OCU. They're still this
country's arm of the Mallius, are they? Claire nodded, That's
what I understand. So since when have the Mallius been
using vampires as assassins and they're supposed to kill them,
not employ them. I don't know. All I know is
that the Copper's out there. The OCU officers, they're not
the good guys anymore. They're all working for some master
vampire called Volkman. But the mention of the name Underwood
recoiled slightly. What who did you say? Claire, who continues
to look down while David secured the dressing on her arm,
didn't see his reaction. She replied, Volkman. Coleridge told me
his name was Heinrich Volkman. Rose saw the perplexity on
Underwood's face. Do you know this man, Daniel, Yes, as
you could say that, But I thought he was dead.
David is back to Underwood, chuckled, Why that seems to
be a pretty common status among you vampires, my lord?
Is there any among you isn't currently thought to be dead?
Underwood ignored him and spoke to Claire. Did Coleridge tell
you anything else about Volkman? David finished up bandaging Claire's arm,
and she pulled her shirt back into position. Not much, biddy.
He told me he was involved in the death of
my dad. He said, Volkman wasn't directly responsible for it,
but our reserve judgment on that till I'm in possession
of all the facts I see, spoken like a true copper.
So when was this the death of your father? Nineteen
eighty three? Then Damo walked back into the room, wearing
one of Underwood's black suits minus tie. Hey, how do
I look? Reservoir dogs? Roy, mister fucking black. Underwood raised
an eyebrow, Yes, you may borrow my clothes, Dama, thank
you for asking. We're sorry, your lordship, but it was
always this a one a rose as frocks. I don't
really have the legs for that, as you know. Indeed,
are those women ready yet? I don't know women getting dressed?
He shrugged. How long is a piece of string? Jesus?
Even in the event of an impending police raid, they
can't just throw something on, can they? He saw Rose
glowering at him and held up a hand. Which is
fair enough, given that this is all my fault, I
go and helps them, said Rose, I need to gather
a few things myself, now that I think of it,
don't worry. We'll be back in a minute, and then
we go. Underwood held his tongue until she had left,
then began pacing so Heinrich Wolkman who shook his head
in wonder that old bastard. Who is he? My Lord
asked David. H Not now, flinch, assuming as people don't
kill us, I'll tell you later. What I want to
know is how his gang of o CEU thugs managed
to catch up with us. I mean, it's not like
we left a trail of dead bodies in our wake,
is it, well, David began, but Underwood cut him off.
Not in general, Flinch, I mean since leaving my house
in Bloomsbury Square. Well, even then, you've got Ronnie, my Lord,
the journalist. I didn't kill him. He has nothing to
do with me. But we were still there. Claire, realizing
that the Ronnie they were referring to was a journalist,
looked up Ronnie. Do you mean Ronnie Bishop? Yeah, said David.
Do you know only on a professional level. Are you
saying he's dead? Yeah? We found his body about an
hour ago. He was murdered, but the killer was trying
to make it look like suicide. His lordship reckons it
was a vampire that did it. Claire's curiosity overcame her
wariness of Underwood's gaze. She turned to him and asked,
why do you think that. Underwood smiled because, amongst other things,
the killer jumped from a forty foot high window. Did
you see him jump now? But I saw his footprints
embedded in the lawn where he landed. Ronnie reckoned. He
knewho the London vampire was, said David. So we think
that's why the vampire killed him. He was writing it
all up for tomorrow's paper when he was murdered. Elizabeth added.
The vampire also stole the laptop Bishop was working on,
along with his camera. Presumably there was evidence on both
a laptop camera. Claire recalled when she had arrived at
Surrey Street earlier Coleridge's car, the bonnets still warm, her
peering into the dark interior to see a laptop and
a small digital camera on the passenger seat. There was
a laptop on a camera in Coleridge's car, what said David,
when just now outside. It might be a coincidence, But
he did tell me he'd tracked you down here. So
if you came directly from Ronnie Bishop's you mean he
followed us, said Underwood. He looked at Elizabeth. Did you
see anyone on our tail? Uh? No, said Elizabeth. I
mean I don't think so, But I confess I was
rather distracted by what had just happened at Bishop's flat,
and then by what you and mister Flinch were saying
in the car. Are you saying you weren't paying attention? Well, no,
I was, but only in a normal driver fashion, you know,
mirror signal, maneuver and so on. Damn it. Underwood hissed. So. Yes,
then Coleridge must have followed us here from Bishops. But
what was he doing there? Killing Ronnie? Said David. Now
Underwood shook his head. Bishop was killed by a vampire, unless,
of course, Chief Superintendent Coleridge happens to be a vampire.
Is the inspector? What, said Claire? Coleridge a vampire? Yes?
Have you noticed any telltale signs? Always working the night shift,
skipping meals due to a preference for a flask of
what he claims is homemade tomato soup. No, No, he's
a human as you or. Realizing the phrase didn't work
with Underwood, she looked from him to David, to Damo,
to Elizabeth. Actually, which of you, if any, are human?
Me and her? Said David, nodding to Elizabeth. Well, then
he's a human as me or either of you. Of
course he is, said Underwood, So it can't have been
him that killed Bishop. What then, who did? Said David.
At that moment, Rose and the pantry women walked into
the room, all now dressed and each carrying an item
of luggage. The women had hold alls, but Rose carried
a large suitcase. Going by the effortless manner in which
she handled it, Claire assumed it must be empty, But
when it bumped against the coffee table and almost knocked
it over, she knew otherwise. Underwood looked at the bags
in astonishment. Rose. You can't be serious. What the bags?
What about him? Rose? We are going to have to
lead these people down an underground train tunnel in the
pitch dark, possibly with mallious commandos chasing after us. They
can't possibly, I mean, do you really need luggage? Since
thanks to you we will almost certainly never be able
to return to this place, my home ever again. Then yes,
I have to bring luggage. She pushed past him. Come on,
let's go, But really, Underwood persisted, these women can't go
stumbling through the dark carrying all that. Look, just leave them.
I'll buy you new things, better things. He waved a
hand to include the other women, and that goes for
all of you too. We aren't going to go stumbling
through the dark, said Rose. I have a train. You what?
I have a train? Come on. She exited into the
front door passage, the women filing out after her. Underwood
turned to Damo incredulous. A train, that's true, Daimo nodded,
she does. Oh. Underwood took a moment to digest the news, then,
with a small shrug, said, oh, well, that's andy. Then
he turned to Claire. Right then, Inspector, I know you
don't like the idea, but I really do need to
raise some memories of yours. Claire had lost her mind
once to a vampire. She had an absolute terror of
doing so again. She turned her face sharply away. You
don't have to do that. I won't tell them anything. Yes,
I'm sure you may think that, but you won't have
any choice. They've clearly got vampires working for them, so
once they've got you, they'll have you fascinated and that
will be that. Please she stepped back. My lord, no, no,
come along now. It's either that or I'll have to
kill you. Claire turned to David, her face desperate. Please please,
don't let them do that to me, please, Despite the
risk involved in taking her with them, she was, after all,
a police officer. David abhored the idea of leaving Redmond
at the mercy of people who had tried repeatedly to
kill her. Do we have to, mi, lord, I mean
she still has information she could. Then from outside, someone
shouted Underwood's name. A woman, her voice urgent, alarmed. That
was Rose, said Damo. Then running footsteps sounded in the hall,
and Elizabeth appeared in the doorway. My Lord, there was
a loud bang from somewhere up above. We heard it
down the lift shaft. A flash bang, said Claire. What,
said Underwood? A stun grenade. It means they're inside, damn,
said Underwood. Roy Let's get the fuck out of here,
said Damo. Agreed. Come on, but my lord, David pointed
to Claire, what about her? We can't just Oh, for
God's sake, flinch, bring her. But she's your responsibility. If
she tries any funny business, I'll rip her head off
and hit you with it. He followed Damo and Elizabeth
out the door. David extended a hand to the door.
After you don't inspector earn please for both our sakes,
no funny business ain't, and so with a flash and
a bang, the Malleus are inside, and Underwood and Flinch,
along with their friends and hostage, flee deeper underground to
the last staff on the elevator, episode fourteen of Underwood
and Flinch season six,