Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

‐ [whispers] Serena.
And you're empty.
‐ This isn't love.
[helicopter flying by]
please stand back from the platform edge.
I have my own prayers.
‐ What did Nick do?
Thank you.
MRS. WINSLOW: Micah!
this...
that you know that.
MRS. WINSLOW: Okay. Let's get dinner.
[imitates roaring]
They'll follow your lead to pray.
Okay.
it could be of enormous consequence.
All right. Bring 'em over here.
It's a miracle.
‐ [whispers] Serena.
and the safety of those you love,
Under His eye, Mrs. Waterford.
Like a herd Of dusty turtles
in God's world.
OFJOSEPH: Yes.
Are you all right?
Can I ask you a question,
You can't love!
WATERFORD: A pleasure.
You'll be in touch with updates?
If they're praying, then she's still safe.
MATTIAS: Yes.
[door opens]
OFJOSEPH: Please.
[retreating footsteps]
MATTIAS: If Commander Blaine would talk to us,
[P.A. system chimes]
[footsteps approaching]
‐ I uh, I called on the Winslows,
‐ Nice girl like you
WATERFORD: The cameras can be distracting.
MRS. WINSLOW: You‐‐ You really...
[door closes, beeps]
Commander.
Or who he was.
[train noise amplifies menacingly]
‐ Can I ask you...
to your blessed home.
‐ Lost my lion.
Uh, I'm Serena Joy.
‐ ...for me, please?