Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[scraping toast]

- [ghosts hissing and snarling] - [screams]

Everyone in London wants what we have.

so one more fight's not gonna kill me.

What the hell are you doing here, Kipps?

You've set them free.

The skull. I'd never be that polite to you.

His little comments, how distracted he was.

Our agents have been following you for days.

[Lucy] Not a sound.

Nor could he. Who knows what he might see?

If any agent's gonna beat this bone glass, Bickerstaff,

Dispensable. Always have been, always will be.

I did see who shot me.

I'm sorry. I thought I'd killed him.

Less scared of her talent. Less scared of… everything.

Now turn around slowly.

I'm not responsible for the consequences.

It's far too complicated to get into, but I'll cut a long story short.

Thirty percent all right.

You've done the right thing. If DEPRAC had got their hands on the bone glass,

And it's all your fault.

And really no one would have cared.

[Joplin] How did it go? That Flo Bones girl didn't try to take it?

The best since Marissa Fittes.

[gentle piano music playing]

And whatever happens, this wasn't your fault.

Just like your mother and father were.

[Lucy] That's not it.

We all did our bit.

Don't worry. It's nothing I can't deal with.

Pull yourselves together. You're elite Fittes agents, three of the best I've met.

He'll be dead in an instant.

What you feel, and what you hear.

fell down the catafalque hole, battled a bunch of ghosts.

[grunts] Now, who is gonna help me get out of here?