Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Our train stopped between Hathersage and Grindleford,
You can figure out how to work a crane, right? Go.
Well, it could be the end of the world, but one thing at a time.
Oh!
she said I would do for a second attempt.
(RADIO STATIC)
Microimplants which code to your DNA.
- (BUZZING INTENSIFIES) - (GROANS)
Do not come back in, understand?
I can search for weird stuff on social media.
I do what I can.
DOCTOR: My ship uses a particular type of energy.
Hey!
Oh, yeah, maybe I won't mention that bit.
Not sure for how long, though.
So, by rights, I... I shouldn't even be here.
- She thinks that thing is an alien. - GRAHAM: Don't be daft.
- GRACE: Don't be cross with me. - I'm not cross, baby.
Okay, er...
It's the night shift in Sheffield, everything's out of the ordinary.
you swing the arm my way.
Earth is not a hunting ground.
I am brave
Don't let anyone else go through this.
We're shut in. I can't get them open!
- Go on! - DOCTOR: Oi! Karl from the train!
And, er, Grace was my chemo nurse, that's where we met and fell in love.
Let's take a look around here, see what we can find.
I think it located the "randomly designated human" for you.
I can't not report it.
the greatest woman I ever met.
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
You see, I can hear her saying to me, "Graham, we had three glorious years.
- What? - It's my dad's company.
Stick with me, you might get some.
Grindleford is the next station stop.
We Stenza live in temperatures far below this planet.
Power. Lights.
I think you broke the rules.
Where's my sister?
And goodbye.
He would be, wouldn't he?
Two aliens, one city, one night.
Meet us back here.
Do you believe she's an alien?
So... So you're saying that the creature on the train
GRAHAM: I can have a word with some of my old pals from work.
PC Khan, Hallamshire Police.
That's the sort of thing Grace would have said.
On detonation, they disrupt the foundation of your genetic code,
- Now! - (ELECTRICITY BUZZING)
How do we do that?
Yeah.
How completely obscene.
(GASPS) Left again.
This should work.
Oh, right. Like it?
What do you think you're... (SCREAMING)
- Tim Shaw? - Tzim-Sha!
WARRIOR: Which one of you should I kill first?
Doors.
(GRUNTS)
It's not that. I'm just wondering
(GRUNTS AND GROANS)
Then you're stuck.
- (GASPS) I reformatted your phone. - No! All my stuff's on there.
(GROANS)
And no other passengers left on board.
RYAN: You're going to fall over?