Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Four nasty-looking bastards in a van. Said Winkman's on the side.

- Mary Dulac killed Bickerstaff? Why? - "I shall claim an act of self-defense."

I'm not Fittes.

- [yells] - [ghosts hissing]

- [Lucy] Where? - To see my master.

[Kat] Lockwood!

The forces in play.

[soft whooshing]

[Winkman] Where's my mirror?

You can relax. It's over.

[yells] No, no, no!

- [Bobby] That bastard had a plan. - [Kat] A suicidal one.

We think they're in the catacombs. But that platform's the only way down.

None of this would be necessary if you'd minded your own business.

He's her master now. She's lost to your world.

What other friend? Flo? George doesn't have any other friends apart from--

You could be arrested for this. Both of you. You're criminals.

Because if anybody is looking in that mirror, it's me.

Kat! There's people here.

and I'm gonna kill her too.

Don't do yourself down, George.

Were you there when it was made?

I'm sorry. I startled you.

[Lucy] What do you know? What have you seen? Where's he taken it?

[skull] How can I, when my master's so close? I can feel him.

- Fair enough. - No, wait.

[whispering and growling]

"Yes, I killed him."

- [echoing groan] - [clank]

- He's left us. - Ugh! The bastard tricked us.

If Kipps hadn't barged in, it would've been me sitting there?

I can talk with Type Threes. Commune with the other side.