Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I can never bring myself to watch.

We can't count on the past.

I suppose I learned a lot in this. Or maybe not.

But that's the biggest thing.

What kind of boy is he?

-Or take you myself. -No, really, I'm…

Like, you have a past, you have a future.

[Peter] What are you doing up?

Being with him might be scary at times, but…

[exhales heavily] …maybe I'll go back to Paris.

They've been good to me.

-You're familiar with glue traps. -We talked about that once.

[chuckles] Oh, Hannah.

Miles, we're not finished here.

Do whatever the hell occurs to us in the bloody moment.

Is that what you were gonna say?

even if you hardly ever see him.

How long can you actually believe in something?

[somber music playing]

[ominous crescendo]

And that I was my grandfather.

[frightening musical swell]

He's just fine.

I shouldn't say it.

[yelling] Miles Wingrave!

to sleep perchance to dream.

well, you hold on to them, and you don't let go.

-[chuckles] -But Charlotte, um, Mrs. Wingrave,

[kicks vacuum off]

A tile about yea big, coated in glue.

You told me you've never met anyone like him before.

Okay. So, a woman in bed with him.

So, Henry asked you to get that for him?

-[Rebecca] Don't touch me! -[Peter speaking indistinctly]

Well, you'll have two children to cook for.

The old gardener brought in these glue traps.

I mean, we-- we think we have it trapped in our memories, but…

That's what I learned taking care of Mum.

-I-I… I'm so sorry, Miss-- -Hannah!

I mean, we all do it.

-So pleased to meet you, my lady. -Oh!

haven't we already done this?

[Rebecca] It's nearly lunchtime. To the kitchen, immediately.

We heard something.

She'll think she's okay.

[ominous music playing]