Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No. It ain't.
Simple cowardice.
To repair his spaceship?
Who are you people?
DOOR SLAMS
Man Friday? As in Robinson Crusoe?
You seem to know a lot about most things.
But don't let it end this way!
Captain Catchlove's further on with his repairs than he's let on.
to the death.
The deuce she is! And you think you can just go about
Put them in the brig, too. There's no room for civilians here.
Speak!
The sooner you get off this planet, the better!
It's a movie. You haven't seen it?
Who the deuce are you two, really?
Present!
This farce has gone on long enough!
This is the tomb of an Ice Queen.
Look, it doesn't matter who's in charge of your stupid expedition!
It's a movie. You'd like that one too. Everybody dies.
They built themselves a sort of bio-mechanical armour for protection.
You'll regret this!
Mars. 1881. Or thereabouts.
If there are others who sleep here,
I have a bad feeling about this.
Very roomy.
Let's face it, in this scenario, the humans are the invaders.
Martian or no Martian.
They could slaughter whole civilisations,
I'm trying to save their lives!
Authorising us to go anywhere we please. So - Valkyrie?
Speak.
So, according to this you've been on board Friday's ship the whole time?
Fingers crossed, Alan. I got everything crossed.
Come on, lads! There's only three of them.
- They disappeared. - Except they didn't.
No. No, wait, stop this! Doctor, stop him! Shh!
Down by the river.
To claim Mars in the name of Queen Victoria.