Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're my Rose, grown up.

Betamax tapes and none of it works.

You, erm, you never said why you came here in the first place.

You mustn't let him touch you.

Peter Alan Tyler, my dad.

I don't think the telephone's gonna be much use.

Wait till she runs off and he follows then go to your dad.

I've had all these extra hours.

He stopped, he waited for the police.

- No damage done. - And who's this?

Is it me or did it just get cold?

Sorry, force of habit.

'Cause he's not. He's a failure. Born failure, that one.

- I like to think of myself as a criminal. - I bet you do.

I've never had a life like that.

We were under all this stuff.

Oh, my God. What are they?

This, and other places like it, are all that's left of the human race.

- This is my fault. - No, love.

- Or I don't know, maybe you did. - Jackie, wait, listen...

- Stuart Hoskins. - Sarah Clark.

She kept it all packed away in boxes in the cupboard.