Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You know, usual sort of thing.

- About either of us. - [Lockwood] They won't.

You don't mind, do you?

[Lockwood] Of course. But why are you so worried about me?

What does that mean? What did you actually see when you looked?

- That prick from Fittes? - He's not from Fittes.

I can't believe she's capable of this.

[George] Ugh. This is so touchy-feely.

Don't go so fast. I need to kill these lights in case anyone tries to follow us.

[dust whooshing]

and he's gone to meet it, with her.

He awarded you the case.

George wouldn't do something like this. This is someone else's work.

You sense them.

I've been thinking.

[crockery rattles]

- I told Barnes to split the commission. - Fifty-fifty?

[Lucy] Come on, then, you big bastard.

[reversing alarm]

Didn't you see this bit about Bickerstaff? Listen.

[Kipps] Do you really believe that?

[ethereal music playing]

[bird screeching]

Sh… she wouldn't do anything. Would she?

[Lockwood] I was right about that Dulac book, wasn't I? It's mostly nonsense.

- What about you? - [Lucy] Won't be a problem.

But if George comes in and sees you using his eggcup,

But all of us together? This will be a walk in the park.

- Long as you don't run off with it. - I wouldn't dream of it. I need you.

This was my choice.

- [Kat yells] - [Winkman groans]

It's got Joplin too. Everyone who goes near that thing loses their mind.

- Mummy and Daddy, maybe? - What's he saying now?

To be honest, the bottom of the Thames

Lockwood almost died a thousand times, but…

[rapiers clang]

So you were going to…

[Lockwood laughs]