Helen: Where is she? WHERE IS SHE?
Druitt: I'd tell you she was safe - but I'd be lying. No, your scruffy little helper mentioned something about where the worst of the worst are kept.
Helen: You bastard.
Druitt: Oh, no doubt she helped capture whatever is in there and they can reminisce.
Helen: Threatening her …
Druitt: Is my only option, Helen. (laughing) I can hardly threaten you. Using one of your … precious creatures as a blunt instrument - some of my best work, I think.