Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Your commission, your wife, your son!

-she's marked you for death. -She?

I've travelled far, like you.

- Able to burn your face off. -She's just an interface.

Someone else had the same idea.

All the reflections have suddenly become gateways.

- It's a leech! - Everyone out of the water!

Same as all the others.

Just how much is that treasure worth to you, man?

I mean, imagine if the siren got ashore.

If you leave, you might die.

Freud would say you're compensating. Ever met Freud? No.

We've all got to go sometime.

We've got to destroy every reflection. Gold, Silver, Glass.

There's a stroppy, homicidal mermaid trying to kill all.

Do you want to draw lots for who's in charge, then?

Any reflection, any mirror and the siren will attack.

The water's not how she's getting in.

Protean circuitry means she can change her form.

No curse is getting through three solid inches of timber.

All right. She's had her little sulk.

Don't listen, for God's sake. The siren is a-calling!

You don't know how to fight with a cutlass, boy.

- How much worse can things get? -Yep.

when you're least expecting.

- The creature can have him. -Yes, please.

- The key is gone, Captain. -How can it have gone?

- You, me, Amy, Rory, leeches. -She sprang from the water.

Heave ho, you bilge rats.

And she believed you would,

Humans. Second-rate. Damage too easily.

I'll see you in a minute.

My compass is inside it, boy.

She wants blood. Why does she want blood?