Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

‐ Yes, sir. [Lawrence clears throat]
My house.
[song continues]
You’re tough.
MARTHA: Shh. Quiet.
‐ Hi. ‐ Hi. [laughs]
HOPE: ♪ I could feel myself... ♪
Could you please just tell me where she is?
‐ Then do something about it.
OFHOWARD: They know something’s up.
there with black precipices.
partly to rest Silver and the sick folk,
clean up my own mess.
[indistinct chatter over radio]
[breathing heavily]
LAWRENCE: Well, she's afraid of dying,
SERENA: I’ll have to do some exploring.
♪ ♪
[shushes]
Are you sure?
[choir vocalizes sad tune]
Let’s go.
She did everything.
[Kiki crying]
victory goes to the hardest heart.
They’ll make their way over here eventually.
[sniffs]
I'm gonna buy a big fucking beach house!
We can hide in the dark, at least.
and find me a fucking map.
and maimed...
Good job, girls.
‐ Hey. Shouldn't be too long.
JANINE: Fuck off!
♪ With the way I fear ♪
It’s too much.
[breathing heavily]
Thank you.
Go, go, go.
[approaching footsteps]
[bangs table] ‐ You’re still in my house!
‐ Then what would I be?
ELEANOR: But the children! What about the other children?
subject to the state.
If this all isn't a trap, set by the Eyes.
OFJOSEPH: Okay.
for a few hours. [door creaks]
‐ Eleanor!
in the brush.
Okay. We’ve gotta go out this way.
Please, stop for a second!
How’s the child?
WATERFORD: I find her very smart.
MARTHA: Okay.
‐ Is this it?
‐ [softly] Okay.
[gate squeaks]
They shouldn’t have been moving in daylight.
so you could claim the resulting child.
I have some uncomfortable information to report.
GUARDIAN 1: Let's go!
‐ Nerves.
[bleak music]
[eerie music]
‐ And Beth is sick?
‐ Ooh! JUNE: Wow!