Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Where's my sister?
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Stay still, Ryan.
Soon to be leader of the Stenza warrior race,
That creature's guarding the bottom of it.
Promise me
- Are you joking? - Nope. Sorry.
(INHALES SHARPLY)
Yeah, see? Now you're worried.
Me, Nan. We keep trying this.
GRAHAM: Lots of you knew Grace longer than me,
Because you parked in my spot!
They've been lashed together and augmented into one super-creature.
You said there were two aliens in a battle.
(PANTING)
Whoa.
And you two know each other.
I know where their site is. It ain't far.
Hey, look at this.
Whoa! Ahhh! Oh.
I'm gonna be in such trouble if they find out I was there.
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
I'll destroy the recall.
I just can't remember it. It's right there on the tip of my...
Graham, Ryan's in danger. We don't have time to argue.
- (CAMERA BEEPS) - (SIGHS)
(GROANS)
- Look at you. You're a fed? - Yeah.
RYAN: (SCREAMS AND LAUGHS) Oh, we made it!
Right now I'm a stranger to myself.
(LAUGHS)
- Tongue? - Tongue!
Yeah, it basically is.
Oh, it's gone again!
My nan.
(ALARM SOUNDING)
GRAHAM: Got a man down over here.
I'm slower because of all this fizzing inside.
But why did that guy move this thing from the Peaks to here?
Oh. I was expecting a tentacley thing.
Hi. Us again.
or strange creatures out tonight?
He's never been the best at being reliable.
- I'm configuring it... - (SONIC SCREWDRIVER WHIRRING)
(PANTING) Okay.
I thought as much. Right, you detonate the bombs,
Not really.
Anyway, a second's not enough.
Best guess? Two species at war using Earth as a battleground.
Give him time.
(BREATH TREMBLING) The thing I saw the night my sister...
And I was looking forward to that.
- Well, can't we just defuse 'em? - Not without the right equipment.
ALL: Oh, my God.
Tim Shaw?
(EXHALES SHARPLY) Show me your collarbones.
Conquerors of the Nine ystems.
- Graham. - What?
Can you stop calling me "mate"?
Doctor, can I just say
RYAN: There's my bike.
Oh! Lost it.
Sorting out fair play throughout the universe.
Isn't it obvious?
I've got to ask you, any talk of weird stuff
(SIGHS)
- (LOCK CLATTERS) - Right.
- (MACHINE WHIRRING) - Get in!
GRACE: Graham, the door's just locked!
and get everybody off this site.
No, not nearly.
Looks like it took one of his teeth.