Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The Scales.
So what?
-If we can't calmly... -(SCREAMS)
We won.
(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
So, like, right through these doors, for example,
(RUMBLING)
I'm not giving you that satisfaction.
In exchange for your life,
You have to get out of here!
Kinda looks a bit like Mayfair. I think...
or your souls will be destroyed.
It's good to see you again.
I'm so sorry. Your Scales never balanced.
I didn't shoot you.
You told me that you were in a place that was oddly reminiscent of this office,
STEVEN: Sorry, what?
MARC: Whoa.
TAWERET: (GASPS) Your Scales are balanced.
God. I'm so sorry. Sorry...
Right here, right now. I'll tell you...
(GROANS)
Milwaukee... Milwaukee Avenue? Does that sound familiar?
STEVEN: I hear you!
Steven, let's go.
Clearly.
MARC: (SCOFFS) A warrior.
Where am I?
(ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYING)
MARC: Steven!
(METAL CLINKS)
That's why we have to resurrect her.
Honestly, I do.
Marc, you've got this.
She's not coming.
Steven!
STEVEN: Boys?
Unbalanced souls are being judged or condemned to the sands before their time.
I don't... This is my room.
-Um, fellas? -(MACHINERY RUSTLING)
Oh, God. Oh, no.
talking dead bird, you're outside of my body now.
Do you think you created Steven
I should've known you would do something like this.
It's like they each feel incomplete.
The Scales are slowing down. It's working.
WENDY: Marc, open this door right now!
No, no, no! You can't! I won't do it!
Gabon. New York, Dubai.