Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Right. Shed. Come on, Rose.
It's never too late, sir. You can think up some new turns.
You can go back and see days that are dead and gone 100,000 sunsets ago.
- We used to go and look at boys. - I don't know much about that, miss.
- Afraid not. - You can have mine, if you want.
Our bodies wasted away.
- So tell me. - We need to find the rift.
- You're not allowed in, sir. - There's something in the walls.
"The Mystery Of Edwin Drood And The Blue Elementals".
- I trust you're satisfied, sir! - Oi! Leave her alone! I'll get them!
The... dear departed... started getting restless.
But it's like... Think about it, though. Christmas 1860.
I'll put the country under martial law if I have to!
- To be honest, I hated every second. - Me too.
- Nothing is safe. Remember that. Nothing. - Doctor...
Ready for this?
Oh, yes.
in Cardiff!
I thought I knew everything in the world. Now I know I've just started.
I can spread the word, the truth.
- Hold them both down! - It won't work!
She was excited about tonight.
Bye, then. And thanks.
How could she have done that?
My friend. She's only 19. Now she's in danger.
But I can't die. Tell me I can't.
- Merry Christmas, sir. - Merry Christmas to you.
He's more alive now than he's ever been. Let's give him one last surprise.
Mr Sneed, how many more times? It's ungodly.
I suppose so. How do you know all this?
And the noise...
She's so alone. Oh, my Lord. So many strange things in her head.
Can't keep the beggars down, sir. They walk.
- What did you do that for? - She's seen too much. Get her in. Legs.
Fill the room with gas, it'll draw them out of the host - like poison from a wound.
- Having trouble with your gas? - What the Shakespeare is going on?
This poor lady's been taken with the brain fever.
The Time War. The whole universe convulsed.