Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Get that extinguisher.
(SCREAMING CONTINUES)
Shit.
No.
- (CAR APPROACHING) - Shit.
You can use your camera zoom.
Where is she?
(SOBS) Please...
Breaking down in tears,
Like that man with the gun, and that woman.
The transmitter tower's over there
JEM: OK, rule number two - keep your distance.
For months, the youngster's disappearance had been a mystery,
Right, now take her balaclava off.
(PANTING AND SOBBING)
Oh, my God!
Stay down.
Grab her!
He was good for something, after all.
Why do they look like that?
(OBJECT HITS WINDOW)
amidst emotional pleas from her parents.
Who are you?
That's not a good move. It's all blocked up down there.
Do? Do nothing. We get out.
a hunt that ended in a local forest.
I just want to see what they're looking at.
Lain Rannoch, identified by his distinctive tattoo,
Get up on that log. Now!
(WHISPERS) Fuck!
Murderer!
What? I...
(APPLAUSE AND CHEERING)
- (GASPS) - You're famous.
I can't remember.
Told you. No bars.
(Creaking Blue-Note) (creaking continues)
WOMAN: Murderer!
(WATER RUNS)
(AUDIENCE CHATTERS)
I know, I know, I know. But she's believed it up to now.
- You can. - He'll shoot me!
Let's get this show on the road!
and let's make this show happen, people!
It's dangerous.
(ELECTRICAL CRACKLING)