Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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