Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We haven't even solved the case yet.

My name's Lockwood.

- Look at me. Look at me. Look. - Let's just see what happens.

- Sorry, must have been a mix-up. - Lockwood's my partner.

See what else I can feel. Let me prove to you that it is real.

Please tell me it's a wasp.

I get the most dangerous jobs precisely because of, well, how good I am.

[Lockwood] Thanks. Looks great.

[breathlessly] I can't.

Because you were unprepared. Twice. This time, we'll do it properly.

We can't let you go.

No one died. And no one will whilst I'm in charge.

Keep it down, Kipps. This is a library, not a braying gallery for bellends.

[Lockwood] I knew that's what he'd do.

♪ The sound is deep ♪

- [Annabel gasping] - [Lockwood whispers] What is it?

But by who? And why? And what can we do about it?

Well, I had her ring in my hand, and then I fell asleep with it.

What if it's Blake?

She was a rising star in the '80s, all set for Hollywood, until she went missing.

- Why didn't you say something? - Because it's my name on the door.

[echoing whisper]

You love a new experiment.

That's why you were lying in the bath fully dressed.

[man] Miss Carlyle?

Unless… you've got anything else?

- [footsteps on stairs] - [George sighs]

[ghost whispers] Let go of me.

And what does she expect you to do, exactly, after all this time?

Before you destroy the ring, let me try to connect with her one last time.

- So have you always lived here? - Zone six. Much nicer and safer.

I mean, why can't we change the rules?

I knew it the moment Wade turned up at our door.

and his weird mate with zero social skills.

nothing to do but reminisce and read the papers.

[screams echoing]