Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- The film? -No, the novelisation. Yes, the film!
Author! Author!
Oh, I think death has been waiting for you a very long time.
Peter, tell me!
Power of a name works only once. Observe.
- She's turned up! -We're the talk of the town.
Lovely. There we go. By-da-boom-ba!
Would you enter, bold sir?
- Expelliarmus! -Expelliarmus!
Doomfinger, transport yourself.
Avril 6, 1963
This performance must end immediately.
Excuse me. Hold hard a moment.
And as for you, Sir Doctor.
Why would a man hide his title in such despair?
Forgive me, this is foul.
Oh, that's quite good.
A month after finishing this place, he lost his mind.
I thought then he smelt of something new.
Popular entertainment for the masses.
So, who's going where? I mean, there's only one bed.
But how do you travel in time? What makes it go?
You what?
The potion is prepared.
Avril 16, 1963
Oh, I'll stop your frantic hearts.
Who are you exactly? More to the point, who is your delicious blackamoor lady?
of the heart.
- No, don't! -Doctor, can you stop her?
There's such a thing as psychic energy,
A world of bones and blood and witchcraft.
That's Love's Labour's Won over and done with.
to writer's hand.
I've just got the final scene to go. You'll get it by morning.
That's something to look forward to.
Now to halt the vital part.
Our builder. He sketched the plans for the Globe.
- The wordsmith! -Fear not.
His son perished.
Always 14.
Oh, big mistake. 'Cause that name keeps me fighting.
Oh, no, no, no. Who let you in?
Your kiss transformed me.
But the thing is, Lynley drowned on dry land, Dolly died of fright
I think it helps if you don't whip them. Now, get out!
Then watch this world become a blasted heath.
Perhaps it's time I wrote about fathers and sons,
Well...
Fear of this place set me right again. Serves its purpose.
The play is the thing!
Finishing the play.
"...Dravidian shores, linear 5-9-3-0-1-6..."
Not without a generator the size of Taunton,
You're William Shakespeare!
Here you go, Will, drink up.
Treason 2, Webisode 11
Outside this door,
I'm not an expert, but I've never heard of Love's Labour's Won.
The Carrionites use words instead.
No!
Oh, yeah, but a theatre's magic, isn't it?
- Do you want some happy? -Buy some anger!
- Will! -Will!
A muse to pen Love's Labour's Won.