Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't you dare look.

- Tell us where he is. - Is that aimed at me or the skull?

Look, there have been several developments since we last met.

He was too far ahead of his time. Missing the vital key.

- Your flat would've been nicer, though. - Oh no. It had to be here.

- I just saved your life. - Bullshit. I had it under control.

- [chatter] - [Lucy] Which is good.

You have to let me do this, Lockwood. For George.

Like we're cool and really know what we're doing.

Speak, girl. Speak!

swathed in his velvet cloak, performing his rituals."

[screams] Beautiful!

[distorted scream]

If you want us to.

[George] She will! She killed Jack Carver.

The minister lowers the coffin during the service. There's a button.

Oh, and I got shot.

Everything that makes you special…

[echoing whisper]

It's extraordinary.

Lockwood, look.

- What do you mean, "Where's Kipps"? - He followed Karim here. Called us.

Maybe. But if anything's worth dying for…

- No, they'd have the advantage. - What's your plan?

Luce, I can't stand it anymore. Say something. Anything. Please.

I know that knife. I've seen one like it before. They come in pairs.

I can't look away.

Just as long as it's out of their hands. Out of the public domain.

Tell me where they are.

He didn't hate my guts. He actually turned out to be a bit of a hero.

The power of their torment trapped--

[Lockwood] It's a medical necessity, George. It doesn't mean a thing.

[Lucy] I can't sense anything. There's nothing in there.

[George] Because of something in Bickerstaff's papers?

Too busy playing the happy couple, weren't you? No wonder he found another friend.

[skull] Oh, don't worry. They will be.

Don't worry. We won't hurt you. We're doing this for your own protection.