Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[drawer opening]
Rebecca.
memories fade.
It smells delicious in here.
Paris.
[sighs in frustration]
[water dripping]
I know what you're going to say, so don't.
I mean…
[scoffs]
Rebecca is dead.
God, who am I kidding?
I'm sorry I mentioned it.
What have you got when your back's against the wall when there's…
So, um, you…
I don't know, actually, um…
It's probably worth thousands.
And-And, look, I know it sounds very Upstairs, Downstairs, but…
-I can't just-- -Please, please.
I haven't seen you in this one before, though.
Okay?
Yes, uh, wonderful. That Owen is a fine young man.
Chapters.
We can't count on the past.
We can't count on our future, either.
Listen, Miles…
So, I…
Needs to cook a little longer, I think.
…it's a mistake, isn't it?
No past.
For in that sleep of death,
[chuckles]
[birds chirping]
[lighter clicks]
[wind whistles eerily]
No.
God, that's what this is. This is… This is morbid.
Whatever would make you say that?
A woman.
Oh.
they say…
Eat croissants and-and drink good wine.
He will.
[Charlotte] Hannah?
I'm okay.
-[Hannah] Mm. -Tell me more about him.
Try me.
if you wanna know why I'm applying for this.
Don't you, though?