Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A tile about yea big, coated in glue.
Okay. So, a woman in bed with him.
-So pleased to meet you, my lady. -Oh!
[frightening musical swell]
Miles, we're not finished here.
[chuckles] Oh, Hannah.
[both laugh]
[door creaks]
I can never bring myself to watch.
[yelling] Miles Wingrave!
[somber music playing]
to sleep perchance to dream.
-[Rebecca] Don't touch me! -[Peter speaking indistinctly]
Being with him might be scary at times, but…
Wait!
Is that what you were gonna say?
And that I was my grandfather.
Like…
even if you hardly ever see him.
So, Henry asked you to get that for him?
She'll think she's okay.
Very well.
How long can you actually believe in something?
They've been good to me.
I suppose I learned a lot in this. Or maybe not.
We heard something.
That's what I learned taking care of Mum.
The old gardener brought in these glue traps.
-[chuckles] -But Charlotte, um, Mrs. Wingrave,
We can't count on the past.
[ominous music playing]
What kind of boy is he?
[Peter] What are you doing up?
[ominous crescendo]
I mean, we-- we think we have it trapped in our memories, but…
[exhales heavily] …maybe I'll go back to Paris.
Well, you'll have two children to cook for.
I mean, we all do it.
Hannah Grose.
Oh, my.
They're not.
Um…
What dreams?
[kicks vacuum off]
[sighs]
You're dead.
-I-I… I'm so sorry, Miss-- -Hannah!
I shouldn't say it.
Do whatever the hell occurs to us in the bloody moment.
You told me you've never met anyone like him before.
Wait.
-Or take you myself. -No, really, I'm…
-You're familiar with glue traps. -We talked about that once.
[panting]
Like, you have a past, you have a future.
He's just fine.
well, you hold on to them, and you don't let go.
Aren't we?
But that's the biggest thing.
[Rebecca] It's nearly lunchtime. To the kitchen, immediately.
You tell me.
[chuckles]
haven't we already done this?