Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ah, Latimer, here you are.

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

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

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

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

I'd much rather you call me Nurse Redfern.

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

Matron sounds rather, well, matronly.

Which one of them do you want us to kill?

We go through shapes so very fast.

Just think, though.

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

Well, obviously.

- You can dance. -Quite surprised myself.

It all took place in the future.

Good morning, sir.

- Under the wire! -Keep your heads down!

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

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

Go on, name it.

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

What the hell am I supposed to do, then?

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

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

Is there anything you're certain about?

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

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

One minute past the hour. It's now.

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

doing impossible things with cricket balls.

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

Good morning, sir.

I hadn't thought about it.

Good lad, yes, yes!

We were childhood sweethearts.

It's funny how dreams slip away.

Right. Come with me, you little oik.

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

That's no good.