Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Doctor, the Gelth don't succeed.
Echoes in the dark, queer songs in the air
Better with two.
They'd give you strength. Send them back.
- Take the girl to the rift. Make a bridge. - What for?
The Gelth will come through in force.
but this is getting beyond now.
I hoped that I was a force for good.
- Liars? - Look at me.
- Time you were on, sir. - Absolutely.
Not a sign. Where is she?
Mr Redpath's grandmother is up and out there somewhere. We've got to find her.
- How dare you, sir? This is my house! - Shut up!
Times haven't changed that much. I bet you've done the same.
Oh, come on, Charles. I shouldn't have told you to shut up.
It's been good for business. What people expect from a gloomy old trade like mine.
I hope that this theory will be validated soon... if not immediately.
That's so weird. It's Christmas.
It's not your fault. I wanted to come.
But where?
The real world is something else.
And you've flown so far, further than anyone.
- She didn't make it. - I'm sorry. She closed the rift.
I bet you've got your eye on someone.
What do you know about that hobgoblin?
But I can hold them. Hold them in this place, hold them here.
It happens once, just once, and it's gone. It's finished. It'll never happen again.
She's exhausted and she's not fighting your battles.
Mr Dickens? Excuse me, sir. This is your call.
Plenty more!
- Come on. - Everything in order, Mr Dickens?
Yeah, mate. Not now. Oi, you! Follow that hearse!