Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Because, er, she died.
No, we're not.
- (WHIRRING) - Ryan.
If we were tracking bomb signals from that creature from the train,
(GLASS SHATTERS)
Hey, er, look in here.
(GASPS) I'm sorry.
a bit of quiet, and I'll be ready to roll.
so that I'd know when the atmospheric disruptions
- (MOBILE RINGING) - Give me nine minutes,
Make them a part of who I am.
But the doors are locked. How did you both get in?
- Clamp those onto there. - All right.
- (ALL INHALE SHARPLY) - Not you lot, me.
I've mentioned this on here before,
I'm worried for you, mate.
Without this, you can't get home.
- Not really. - All right. It's a work in progress.
Now, please, get off this planet while you still have a choice.
I've tracked that energy trail from the moment I lost it
You're not human. Who are you?
- (MOBILE RINGING) - Wait one sec.
No. I said it appeared. Out of nowhere.
Can you smell that? No, not smell.
(RADIO STATIC BUZZING)
I'll see you Monday. Pick you up at 8:00.
Rahul's sister.
There's echoes of who I was and a sort of call towards who I am.
- Would you like me to... - No, thank you.
Last one.
the wannabe leader who has to cheat because he knows he's unworthy.
That's what you're going with?
I reckon she's using my phone to track the origin signal for the DNA bombs.
Maybe tell Graham that.
Oh, well, I, erm...
I'm distracting myself.
If I fall, this falls with me.
I'm pretty much not an idiot. I'm actually a capable guy, considering.
Good, because we need all the information we can get.
Everyone always says "disappeared", but I know she was taken.
(PANTING) Oi! Tim Shaw!
- Scout's honour. - Hello?
Warehouse worker.
They're not important.
(TYRES SCREECH)
Karl's number's going straight to voicemail.
Oh, yes, I'm glad you asked that again.
(WHISPERS) Never.
(WHIMPERING)
- GRACE: What's your best guess, love? - (SIGHS)