Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, obviously.
Wait a minute. Three, no getting involved in big historical events.
It's funny how dreams slip away.
You can't just run off! It's dark. You'll break a leg!
We were childhood sweethearts.
- Under the wire! -Keep your heads down!
Which one of them do you want us to kill?
Oh, that's the box, the blue box. It's always there.
with hands like those, how can you tell when something's clean?
No, no, no, you don't have to.
- Yes, just let me... -No, why don't I take half?
That's no good.
Is it one of those idiot boys from the school, is it? Eh?
I could put a nice bit of gravy in the pot and some mutton.
- Might end up in a better school. -Ah, you should enjoy it, sir.
Did you see that? There was something in the woods.
Ah, Latimer, here you are.
Pardon me, Mr Smith, you're not dressed yet. I can come back later.
He found you employment here at the school, isn't that right?
- You can dance. -Quite surprised myself.
I hadn't thought about it.
If only.
Is there anything you're certain about?
Just think, though.
doing impossible things with cricket balls.
Good morning, sir.
Go on, name it.
Right. Come with me, you little oik.
Ah!
In your journal, in one of your stories, you wrote about next year, 1914.
Idiot.
It all took place in the future.
I'd much rather you call me Nurse Redfern.
Matron sounds rather, well, matronly.
If there's another war, those boys won't find it so amusing.
Yes. Yes.
Masterpiece.
One minute past the hour. It's now.
Good lad, yes, yes!
We go through shapes so very fast.
- It's just him. -You arrived with him, didn't you?
Good morning, sir.
No, it's all right, it's all right, put it down.
What the hell am I supposed to do, then?