Detective Pikachu2019

Lucy Stevens:
Mr. Clifford! Mr. Clifford! Mr. Clifford, I may have a story for you. I’ve heard rumors of Pokémon attacking people. But there’s been no mainstream coverage. I think that--

Roger Clifford:
I’m sorry, we’re not a tabloid. Which means that we don’t report on rumors, gossip, or hearsay. [fiddles with his sunglasses before taking a drink from Lucy] It’s not news if it can’t be verified. [puts his sunglasses on] You want a story, find a source. Oh, and pro-tip: A reasonable sense of fashion.

[Roger leaves. Lucy sees Tim and walks over to him.]

Pikachu:
Ah, here she comes, here she comes. Try to look deep.

Lucy Stevens:
What are you doing here?

Tim Goodman:
Hey, again. Uh, yeah, I know this seems weird but I actually needed to ask you something.

Lucy Stevens:
Now’s not, not really a good time.

Tim Goodman:
Yeah, I saw that. I’m sorry.

[Pikachu loudly slurps a coffee. Lucy and Tim both look over.]

Pikachu:
Sorry, it’s piping hot.

Lucy Stevens:
You found yourself a Pokémon partner.

Tim Goodman:
Not exactly, no.

Lucy Stevens:
[scratches Pikachu’s face.] Aww, he's cute!

Pikachu:
Ha! Yeah, she’s trying to work me, kid. But trust me, I can- [Lucy scratches under Pikachu’s chin] Oh, sweet Mother of Arceus, that feels so good.

Tim Goodman:
So, listen…

Pikachu:
Oh my god. What happened.

Tim Goodman:
I found something in Harry’s desk. [he pulls out the ‘R’ vial] Nearly choked me to death, and I was-

[Lucy grabs his hand, concealing the vial.]

Lucy Stevens:
No, not here. In my office.

Pikachu:
In her office? We’re going to her office?

[Cut to Lucy’s office. She rustles through her desk.]

Pikachu:
This is great. This isn’t an office, it’s a coffin with pencils.

Psyduck:
Psyduck?!

Pikachu:
Yeah, that’s right. I can talk to the kid, he can talk to me. We’re gifted. [to Tim] You didn’t tell me that she has a Psyduck! These things explode when they’re stressed! [Psyduck starts freaking out] Hey, hey, keep calm, pal. Serenity now. Serenity now.

Lucy Stevens:
Nope.

[Lucy gets up and pushes Tim out of the way to grab something]

Tim Goodman:
Okay.

Lucy Stevens:
Okay.

Tim Goodman:
You got it?

Lucy Stevens:
Here it is.

[Lucy holds out a plastic bag and smiles. Then she empties the contents onto her desk, revealing more identical vials. Tim picks one up.]

Tim Goodman:
Where did you find these?

Lucy Stevens:
Word on the street was that Harry had an informant near the docks. [points to the docks on a map] I went there to snoop around, and that’s where I found the vial. But the docks can be dangerous. It’s not the sort of place you want to visit alone at night.