Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's potassium bromide.
Start up the engines.
[bell rings]
We just want the kid.
Open the door.
[clamoring in distance]
I won't stand by and let Satan win.
Here. That's your name.
In your room, now. Hurry up!
that the devil…
Don't get us into trouble.
[glitchy audio burst]
I mean it.
[tense percussive music plays]
We scanned the whole horizon.
a message over telegraph.
No. No, no, no. What are you doing?
It's either that or die out here.
[unsettling music swells]
[man] Hey! You four!
Of course I haven't. They don't exist.
There'll be supply units here soon.
Hey!
[Iben] Where's the boy?
I think the company wanted us to sink it
Get in there!
[all murmur in shock]