Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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