Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

How many girls?

And I think I... I think I killed... the lady who lived here.

Cos I don't mind.

- It's either that or the haircut. - The do's quite fetching.

And I think I killed her.

I need to see you. There's a house. 634 Hoffman Terrace.

- Is there trouble? - No. No trouble.

OK, guys, find me some evidence that he did this.

Friendly warning, pet. I'm the type best left alone.

Get off her and let her talk to me!

- Sired. - Yeah, he was the guy that sired me.

There's something here.

We can't assume anything. We need hard facts.

- What? - It's started.

- I'm all right. - Let me see, make sure.

- # Oh, don't deceive me - What? What is it?

I don't know. I just don't think we can trust anything right now.

Bleach-blond hair, leather jacket, British accent. Kind of sallow, but in a hot way?

(humming of "Early One Morning")

it is nothing compared to the idea that another girl could mean anything to me.

I got it. No problem. I understand.

Figure it out in a cold, impersonal, CSl-like manner,

Who's hurt? I'm fine.

So maybe the evil thing messing with you was here too.

The school basement is making him crazy.