Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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