Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Are they invading? - By putting the world on red alert?

Beneath the arch.

Thank you, miss. But I'll be with them again one day - sitting with them in paradise.

Good man. Now, Gwyneth...

- What do you want us to do? - The rift.

And the birds in the sky... No, they're metal as well.

You grew up on top of the rift. You're part of it. You're the key.

- Seriously, you can't. - Seriously, I can!

- You swan off and leave me to die! - It's not my fault! It's this house.

Perhaps the killer was not the boy's uncle.

But she can't have... She spoke to us. She helped us. She saved us.

I'll tell you why not! Because this is my coach.

Nothing but luminous tambourines and a squeeze-box concealed between the knees.

Gwyneth! Get down here now! We've got another one!

Can you hear that?

Trapped in this form. Cannot sustain. Help us.

But my angels, miss... They came, didn't they? They need me.

All of you... dead. The human race... dead.

I think the room is getting colder.

I was just brooding. Christmas Eve.

It always had a reputation.

without its undergoing any intermediate process of change...

That's not fair. He's not so bad, old Sneed. He was very kind to take me in.

What did you say, Doctor? Explain it again. What are they?

Undertakers don't keep office hours. The dead don't die on schedule.

The gas pipes. Something's living inside the gas.

All the way from London. The great, great man.

sent by my mam on holy mission.

Turn it all on. Flood the place!

Then whose fault is it, sir? Why is this happening to us?

- Before she passed on, she was to see him. - Who's him?