Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Really?
Miss Lytton's, affair with James Whitehouse?
[bell rings]
[James grunting]
She needed a friend and knew I would be discreet.
[Holly screaming]
Richard, forgive me, but--
[whispering] Holly?
[breathing heavily]
tweaked and poked her.
-Oh, sweet pea! -Good to see you.
[Holly breathing heavily]
You're an accused rapist, twice over.
Do I have to defend myself against your nightmares as well now?
But our power imbalance is in the past.
[journalists clamouring]
-[girl 2] Morning, Sophie. How are you? -Morning.
-That's when Holly left. -I don't give a fuck about Holly!
[Brian] So this jury analysis you've been conducting
After she showed me that bruise.
[girl laughing]
The Oxford police making inquiries about my client.
I beg your pardon?
[clattering]
[car alarm blaring]
[Krystyna] Uh, just Rocky Road.
[train screeching]
No surprise if you feel a bit wobbly.
No.
I let things slide. I…
Anything. Sure.
with a married man,
[clattering]
[Sophie] Cheers!
I'm tired.
between the way you do those things to me were less than fun to hear.
[breathing heavily]
But Grey Shirt Guy is definitely on our side.
Unshakeable.
Whatever it is, it wouldn't be admissible at this stage anyway.
♪ One night ♪
-[James] I hope in time you'll be able to. -Not your affair.
Why don't we just enjoy the rare fact
-You are such a mucky pup. -[Sophie] Bit of a spill.
[dramatic music playing]
[breathing heavily]
[students talking indistinctly]
Just now.
I can barely remember what happened last week.
About everything. The future.