Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- We're really not okay. - We heard voices. There's more.

If you can talk to it, tell me what it says.

Stop glowing so much. You'll give us away.

I'll tell you, if you take me.

[Joplin] What is he saying?

We got the mirror. It's safe with Barnes. George will be back any moment.

[sobs] You can't use me.

- Listen. - You planned this.

Had to outplay him on every level, didn't you?

Talking of my family, there's something else you should know.

- Please. - [drops knife]

"I dare not say any more, and I have no one left to confide in."

- No way, Luce. - [Lucy] It has to be me.

- It says something's wrong. - [Joplin] More!

You don't know what it's like when your talent starts to fade.

You're not done. Don't say that.

- And Lucy Carlyle? - Mmm!

It was the Golden Blade.

I barricade myself inside, rescue George and Kipps. You fight them off out here.

No, we won't tell anyone.

- Then let's bury them. - [Winkman] Dead!

Grenadier Guard.

Okay, well, I've already dealt with eight thugs and one psychopath tonight,

- [Lucy laughs] - [George splutters]

Lockwood's lost all of his. We are not losing you, Georgie.

You're missing the point quite spectacularly.

- This is my secret recipe. - I'll take the plates over.

- [skull] Your petty mind can't comprehend. - Then help me comprehend.

- For George. - For George.

It's all super dark, top-secret shit, so I can't give you any details yet.

used to be a far more appealing place to be.

I don't think you're going to kill me, Miss Joplin.

Seventy-thirty.

No, it wasn't difficult.

or you'll be even more done than I am.