Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The sea is still calm, like a mirror.
Kitchen that way. Choice of bathrooms there, there, there.
And the siren is on board.
Rory, this isn't a film, okay? What if I do it wrong?
- Picking off the injured. -Like a shark. A shark can smell blood.
"Cursed" is big with humans. It means bad things are happening
She would have to process every injured human.
She's here.
Reflection.
- Will that help? -Hard to say. Never has before.
The house? What's the house?
staring straight at me.
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She only wants Toby and the scrawny looking fellow.
You can't do anything without her consent. Come on!
Ah.
What did you do?
Anaesthetic, tissue sample, screen, sterile working conditions.
Help me lug this lot out.
Respected naval officer, wife and child at home.
- You little swabber! -Congratulations. Made it to the menu.
The music turns them into fools.
Everybody into the hold.
Now she's heading for the full-on screaming tantrum.
- The ship is cursed. -Yeah, right.
No!
Your mother will be searching for you.
She's been hunting us ever since we were becalmed.
His brain is still active but all its cellular activity is suspended.
You're a dead man, McGrath.
Oh, save our souls.
right up until the day she died.
She's out there now, licking her lips, boiling a saucepan, grating cheese.
- I'm a nurse. -What?
Why do I have to save you?
I'm sorry.
- Doctor, um... -Shh.
Okay, problem word, 17th century.
Many a merchant ship laden with treasure has fallen prey to her.
It's not one star, it's two.
How did you end up here,
You're honour-bound to do as he tells you.