Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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