Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Just think, though.

In your journal, in one of your stories, you wrote about next year, 1914.

We go through shapes so very fast.

- Might end up in a better school. -Ah, you should enjoy it, sir.

Good morning, sir.

Did you see that? There was something in the woods.

- You can dance. -Quite surprised myself.

Wait a minute. Three, no getting involved in big historical events.

Oh, that's the box, the blue box. It's always there.

If there's another war, those boys won't find it so amusing.

He found you employment here at the school, isn't that right?

We were childhood sweethearts.

You can't just run off! It's dark. You'll break a leg!

I'd much rather you call me Nurse Redfern.

doing impossible things with cricket balls.

What the hell am I supposed to do, then?

Is it one of those idiot boys from the school, is it? Eh?

Matron sounds rather, well, matronly.

Go on, name it.

One minute past the hour. It's now.

Pardon me, Mr Smith, you're not dressed yet. I can come back later.

No, no, no, you don't have to.

Right. Come with me, you little oik.

No, it's all right, it's all right, put it down.

Which one of them do you want us to kill?

It all took place in the future.

Good lad, yes, yes!

- Yes, just let me... -No, why don't I take half?

Well, obviously.

Is there anything you're certain about?

Ah, Latimer, here you are.

It's funny how dreams slip away.

with hands like those, how can you tell when something's clean?

That's no good.

- It's just him. -You arrived with him, didn't you?

I hadn't thought about it.

I could put a nice bit of gravy in the pot and some mutton.

- Under the wire! -Keep your heads down!

Good morning, sir.