Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

In your room, now. Hurry up!
[clamoring in distance]
I mean it.
Hey!
that the devil…
[bell rings]
No. No, no, no. What are you doing?
It's either that or die out here.
We just want the kid.
Here. That's your name.
Start up the engines.
a message over telegraph.
I think the company wanted us to sink it
[all murmur in shock]
I won't stand by and let Satan win.
There'll be supply units here soon.
We scanned the whole horizon.
Of course I haven't. They don't exist.
It's potassium bromide.
[unsettling music swells]
Open the door.
Get in there!
[Iben] Where's the boy?
[tense percussive music plays]
Don't get us into trouble.
[man] Hey! You four!
[glitchy audio burst]