Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I promise.
Where the hell is George?
After you.
Whatever happens, don't look at her. Don't look at it.
Trapped in glass to make a window. A window to see what?
They could be watching us right now. Or waiting for us inside the house.
You know they're there, but… can't do anything about it.
- [gasps] - [gunshot]
Your talent, it saved us.
- Don't stop. - It's not… it's not the eternal!
Because I knew that something like this might happen.
We know Karim's got the mirror and they're both here.
[glass clinks]
Winkman's off to prison. All in all, I'm a happy man.
- How did he escape? - His chains…
All that "trapped" stuff. Was it talking about the seven spirits?
No, no, no, this isn't right! Something's changed!
I left my family without looking back.
But I know it was you.
- There's nothing you're not telling us? - Nothing at all.
["Homesick" by The Cure playing]
Lucy! Behind you!
[gasps] So, Luce, you feeling like we've won yet?
[Kipps] You've lost your mind. You're as mad as she is. [sobbing]
with him as our conduit.
- No. It's good to see you. - I'm so glad you came.
I can't see. I…
He deserves a front-row seat.
- [thumping] - [gasps]
One measly box of salt-bombs.
- You've got the mirror. - Don't mess with me.
Poking her nose in before we'd even opened Bickerstaff's bloody coffin.
I was worried that you'd have second thoughts.
Let him bear full witness to this glorious moment!
That tends to be a feature of all my best plans.