Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Denial.
I don't know how long that will, um…
Something quite small. Not-Not a mouse, mind. Um…
You know… [clears throat]
Uh, sorry, will you, uh…
learning a lot about being alive.
You're at Bly.
Oi!
[Owen] Are you Hannah?
Little boys can be very cruel.
It's okay.
The only thing the English care about is class.
From the lake.
I mean, we think we have it trapped in our memories, but…
And it's such a shame…
I suppose I learned a lot on this.
-Miles. -No.
I still love him.
Oh! [chuckles]
Any of us could die, at any moment.
All right.
-I didn't. -Becs, I… [sighs]
And in its taste confounds the appetite.
[fire crackling]
Hm.
You be ready to go.
Rebecca.
What?
setting in…
The sweetest honey is loathsome in its own deliciousness.
Christ, the state of you.
-Oh, Miles is a good boy. -Huh.
Our moments are supposed to be like…
Miles!
You can't.
-You are Hannah Grose. -Yes.
Well, I'm… I'm far more comfortable on the other side of the table.
[ominous music playing]
No, honesty is never that.
joe mam
[Owen, slurring] Any of us could die at any moment.
Miles is ten, Flora is eight.
Come here.
You can play with Uncle Peter later.
There's them, and then there's us, Hannah.
before we really know it.
They're like…
Oh, I'm so sorry, I was, um…
Uh, and it isn't.
That's kind of what dementia is, isn't it?
Funny thing about cleaning a house for years.