Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I hope the meter's not bust. I still want to get paid.

Once a reading's been taken,

Then who the hell cares? Right, Jen?

I just need a minute.

- I'm not sure about that. -Really? Medieval expert, are you?

- Us and them. -Us and them.

When I was a little girl,

Fires about, oh, 40,000 volts? Would kill any one of us.

Doctor, tell it to shut up!

Okay, then we'll keep pumping acid until the mainland says stop.

You tried. We all tried and look what they did.

Just let us live!

She took a swing at me.

What are you up to, pal?

ID confirmed. Jennifer Lucas.

Even when we don't really know what the hell is going on.

so we need to contact the mainland.

- You're on the oche, Red. -I'm not. Stop trying to put me off.

It's the solar storm.

- How are you all getting on? -Why don't you tell us?

So I guess she'll work on Gangers just the same.

She was standing on her own when we got to her.

- This bloke's ear was all hanging... -Even if this has actually happened,

Don't be ridiculous. We've got a job to do.

- Doctor, what's happened to her? -She can't stabilise,

you are all in terrible danger.

He's my son, too.

And underneath, a monastery, uh, 13th century.

--You stopped his heart.

Nice eyes. Kind.

What about the flares?

- What, what's up, Jennifer?

as much as you.

I had toast for my breakfast.

Sorry? I just assumed...