Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And the birds in the sky... No, they're metal as well.

It always had a reputation.

Turn it all on. Flood the place!

Good man. Now, Gwyneth...

The gas pipes. Something's living inside the gas.

without its undergoing any intermediate process of change...

All of you... dead. The human race... dead.

Trapped in this form. Cannot sustain. Help us.

I was just brooding. Christmas Eve.

I think the room is getting colder.

All the way from London. The great, great man.

You grew up on top of the rift. You're part of it. You're the key.

sent by my mam on holy mission.

Can you hear that?

Thank you, miss. But I'll be with them again one day - sitting with them in paradise.

That's not fair. He's not so bad, old Sneed. He was very kind to take me in.

But she can't have... She spoke to us. She helped us. She saved us.

- Before she passed on, she was to see him. - Who's him?

I'll tell you why not! Because this is my coach.

- You swan off and leave me to die! - It's not my fault! It's this house.

Perhaps the killer was not the boy's uncle.

- Seriously, you can't. - Seriously, I can!

But my angels, miss... They came, didn't they? They need me.

Nothing but luminous tambourines and a squeeze-box concealed between the knees.

Undertakers don't keep office hours. The dead don't die on schedule.

Beneath the arch.

- What do you want us to do? - The rift.

- Are they invading? - By putting the world on red alert?

Gwyneth! Get down here now! We've got another one!

What did you say, Doctor? Explain it again. What are they?

Then whose fault is it, sir? Why is this happening to us?