Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

"The Mystery Of Edwin Drood And The Blue Elementals".
But I can't die. Tell me I can't.
This poor lady's been taken with the brain fever.
The Time War. The whole universe convulsed.
- We used to go and look at boys. - I don't know much about that, miss.
But it's like... Think about it, though. Christmas 1860.
- Afraid not. - You can have mine, if you want.
in Cardiff!
Our bodies wasted away.
- So tell me. - We need to find the rift.
And the noise...
She's so alone. Oh, my Lord. So many strange things in her head.
Right. Shed. Come on, Rose.
My friend. She's only 19. Now she's in danger.
- Hold them both down! - It won't work!
- To be honest, I hated every second. - Me too.
He's more alive now than he's ever been. Let's give him one last surprise.
- I trust you're satisfied, sir! - Oi! Leave her alone! I'll get them!
- Having trouble with your gas? - What the Shakespeare is going on?
The... dear departed... started getting restless.
Mr Sneed, how many more times? It's ungodly.
Oh, yes.
I thought I knew everything in the world. Now I know I've just started.
- You're not allowed in, sir. - There's something in the walls.
Bye, then. And thanks.
Ready for this?
She was excited about tonight.
- Merry Christmas, sir. - Merry Christmas to you.
I can spread the word, the truth.
Fill the room with gas, it'll draw them out of the host - like poison from a wound.
You can go back and see days that are dead and gone 100,000 sunsets ago.
I suppose so. How do you know all this?
I'll put the country under martial law if I have to!
- Nothing is safe. Remember that. Nothing. - Doctor...
Can't keep the beggars down, sir. They walk.
It's never too late, sir. You can think up some new turns.
How could she have done that?
- What did you do that for? - She's seen too much. Get her in. Legs.