Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah, then wait, until I'm fully qualified.

Now I have to go. It's almost curfew.

[music intensifies, fades]

[man] Tell me about your daughter, Mrs. Carlyle.

-You need to listen to me. -The parameters have changed.

-I think you should get everyone out. -Because you're not so sure?

[softly imitating gunfire]

No. We should all leave, get more equipment,

It sounds like a child.

-[Jacobs] None whatsoever. -That's not true.

Then, suddenly, he falls down the stairs and dies.

[agents screaming]

[man] The best we can do is keep her comfortable.

-What's your name again? -Lucy Carlyle.

Know why he carries that silver flask all the time?

[Mrs. Carlyle] Look at me. Look at me, young lady.

Let's give her the benefit of the doubt and pop the kettle on.

Step over here, and I will show you how feisty I am.

-Here we go, Mr. Conspiracies. -What do you believe, then?

When she was six, she saw a visitor on the marshes.

Damn. I'll have to think of another four.

-This wall's been replastered. -Oh, careful. You broke the circle.

Ahem. It's… it's a ghost-jar.

Everyone who's anyone was there.

So if you'd excuse me.

I'm Lucy Carlyle. I don't have an appointment,

-[grunts] -[wood falling]

because I am the mother of the girl who caused those kids to die.

Heighten security on high-security storeroom.

Logging company wants to clear it and sell it on to a developer.

[whispering] Let go of me!

-No, sir! Sir! -[explosions continue]

No, thanks. I'm… I'm fine, thanks.

How about… this?

I read the papers and I've never heard of you.

Now I'm not so sure. I think…

[Lucy] I'm slipping!

It's, uh… got its own bathroom. There's a bigger one downstairs,

Find the visitor, locate the source, contain it and get out.

Touch sometimes triggers the sounds.

-[laughter] -[Lucy] This…

-Now… -[opens door]