Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

doing impossible things with cricket balls.

What the hell am I supposed to do, then?

One minute past the hour. It's now.

It all took place in the future.

We go through shapes so very fast.

Which one of them do you want us to kill?

- Might end up in a better school. -Ah, you should enjoy it, sir.

Good morning, sir.

I hadn't thought about it.

- Yes, just let me... -No, why don't I take half?

Go on, name it.

I could put a nice bit of gravy in the pot and some mutton.

Ah, Latimer, here you are.

- Under the wire! -Keep your heads down!

If there's another war, those boys won't find it so amusing.

He found you employment here at the school, isn't that right?

Oh, that's the box, the blue box. It's always there.

Wait a minute. Three, no getting involved in big historical events.

You can't just run off! It's dark. You'll break a leg!

No, it's all right, it's all right, put it down.

It's funny how dreams slip away.

Pardon me, Mr Smith, you're not dressed yet. I can come back later.

We were childhood sweethearts.

Just think, though.

That's no good.

No, no, no, you don't have to.

Right. Come with me, you little oik.

Is there anything you're certain about?

with hands like those, how can you tell when something's clean?

Well, obviously.

Good lad, yes, yes!

Is it one of those idiot boys from the school, is it? Eh?

Matron sounds rather, well, matronly.

- It's just him. -You arrived with him, didn't you?

I'd much rather you call me Nurse Redfern.

- You can dance. -Quite surprised myself.

Good morning, sir.

Did you see that? There was something in the woods.

In your journal, in one of your stories, you wrote about next year, 1914.