Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Pamela?
- Surely Lockwood knows who shot him. - [Lockwood] It was dark.
- Oh shit. - How did they find us?
[skull screams]
Lucy, Lucy, it's me, it's me.
Or an oddball.
- Anthony! - No. I'll go.
Okay.
You've no idea who I am, and you've no idea what you're messing with.
- [wings fluttering] - And everyone wants to look.
What does he know?
[groaning]
and let's get on with it.
It's all empty. George must have forgotten to restock.
Wait here. Don't move.
- Look! - [whimpers]
Before he shot me, he mentioned my parents.
Oh, they're going to put us in there.
and I'll cut both your throats.
- [gasping] - [Lockwood coughing]
I knew you'd be okay.
- Too wrapped up in our own bullshit. - I have said how sorry I am--
I've lost my talent. I've lost my talent. Tell her!
So…
Lockwood, you really don't have to. Not if you don't want to.
Really.
I got totally carried away on this job.
I'm sorry about everything, Luce.
Look! Damn you!
Probably followed the parade of bloody Fittes agents.
God knows what she's been whispering in George's ear.
- No, George. - He betrayed you.
No. It all started going wrong when I joined.
along with everything it can teach us about the Problem.
- Why would she take his body? - For a mad experiment.
Oh, and, uh… congratulations.
It's on its way to the furnaces.
[Lockwood] Hear anything?
[Lucy] What happened?
It was just… the right thing to do, wasn't it?
You'll never know.
- On your way where? - To save my friends.
It's all going to be absolutely…
Just… just let me do this for him.
Has it still not said anything?