Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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