Did you notice?
She sampled our fucking DNA.
How else could she be sure we're who we claim to be?
We could bloody sample hers.
And be renditioned.
I've never met a senior police officer before.
A rather extraordinary individual.
They're all like that, unfortunately.
There are--
If we were smart, we'd be packing.
We'd be gone.
We leave, this was all for nothing.
We'd lose access to the stub and what's inside the girl.
I'm not sure it's worth dying for, luv.
And I'm not sure I can live with having run away from it.
How about you?
It's not just the Klepts we're crossing here.
There's the Met Police now too and either one of them
would end us...
You realize what this could mean?
We're the only ones who know.
Aelita knows.
Aelita's dead...
Or gone to ground so thoroughly she might as well be.
This is ours. For the taking.
How do we access the bacteria? How do we sequence it?
All we'll need to do is hire someone in the stub to--
Himself, luv.
Tell me that won't be part of the pleasure.
Stealing it right out from under his arrogant fucking...
And yes: arrogant.
So it's all a bit up in the air...
...I fear.