Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Good lad, yes, yes!
- Yes, just let me... -No, why don't I take half?
If only.
In your journal, in one of your stories, you wrote about next year, 1914.
- Under the wire! -Keep your heads down!
with hands like those, how can you tell when something's clean?
If there's another war, those boys won't find it so amusing.
One minute past the hour. It's now.
Pardon me, Mr Smith, you're not dressed yet. I can come back later.
Ah!
- It's just him. -You arrived with him, didn't you?
Wait a minute. Three, no getting involved in big historical events.
Masterpiece.
Matron sounds rather, well, matronly.
Ah, Latimer, here you are.
I hadn't thought about it.
You can't just run off! It's dark. You'll break a leg!
Good morning, sir.
We were childhood sweethearts.
No, no, no, you don't have to.
Is it one of those idiot boys from the school, is it? Eh?
No, it's all right, it's all right, put it down.
Go on, name it.
Did you see that? There was something in the woods.
That's no good.
doing impossible things with cricket balls.
- Might end up in a better school. -Ah, you should enjoy it, sir.
Good morning, sir.
I could put a nice bit of gravy in the pot and some mutton.
Well, obviously.
We go through shapes so very fast.
Which one of them do you want us to kill?
He found you employment here at the school, isn't that right?
- You can dance. -Quite surprised myself.
Just think, though.
What the hell am I supposed to do, then?
I'd much rather you call me Nurse Redfern.
Idiot.
Is there anything you're certain about?
Yes. Yes.
It all took place in the future.
It's funny how dreams slip away.
Right. Come with me, you little oik.
Oh, that's the box, the blue box. It's always there.