Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I returned to my study and carried my bags to the school minibus at 8 a.m...

My friend was driving his girlfriend in his Ferrari...

I hate seeing you like this.

I can't do this any more.

The four teenagers attend Brabourne School...

- Mike? - I am a Scientologist. I am with Liz.

All this was for you.

And why would there be sex? I mean, what have you done for me?

Oh, my God, how cool.

Come on, you're quite safe here. Deep breaths. Look at me.

I have a really strong feeling we will get out. Like... like someone will find us, right?

OK, it's my turn.

...you don't need help from mere mortals like me.

...and throw away the key, however tempting that might be?

Excellent. You have made a lot of progress.

You're not so great yourself, you know. You're full of shit.

We're fucked, and it's all your fucking fault.

I am afraid that's not my decision.

(faint birdsong)

(gasping continues)

Shit. I am in so much trouble.

- Mate, you said you'd do this. - Fuck the trip.

Nothing's left to chance.

I just told you: they're not going to understand.

- How long before we're found? - I don't know.

- (shrieks) Sorry. Sorry. I am sorry. - Bullshit.

I want to know, but I can't remember.

- And? - And I ain't going in there.

No, I don't think so.

Nice one. See you later.

Now the waiting is finally over.

(whispers) l... I love you.

(whispers) Franks? Frankie?

I have got sausages and beans and noodles.

But what difference does it make?

The matron ticked me off the list...

I know you don't have to be nice to me.

- (boys shout and jeer) - (girl) Get up.

I have to tell you something.

Will you have to close it?

If you want a confession, you will have to act quickly.

- (shrieks) - Frankie, wake up.

That's obvious. I thought you were supposed to be smart.

...where news is just in that the missing teenagers have been found after 18 days.

How dare you be this wrong and this fucking pig-headed.

(friends shriek) Oh, my God.

Hm. That's awful dark, Geoffrey.

Why's it always you? I never get to see the good bits.

(Liz) We waited and waited, and nothing happened.

Look. We could go together.

Oh, shit. What have you done to her?

- Which one? - This one.

Liz. Look at me.

- You're still responsible. - I am not ruining my life for this.

- You want it, you got it, baby. - (laughter)

Listen, she thinks she spent the last week in fucking Disneyland.

For your information, Martin, he's dating a supermodel called Amber.

You all right? Why don't we sit down?

- But she was really tired... - Man with a hook.