Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

MAYA: (CHUCKLES) Relax.

And then they went absolutely still.

-You can't trust me with this. -I just did.

-For now. -(FLY BUZZING)

I prefer the term “host.”

-(GARBLED AUDIO OVER RADIO) -CHARLOTTE: Caleb.

(DISTANT HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)

-Access granted. -(ELECTRONIC CHIMING)

Let's end this, shall we?

We got to the shed.

to dredge up the past.

We were having a picnic.

Welcome to my world.

-We're almost there, Caleb. -(PANTS)

They got my dad first.

(STATIC OVER RADIO)

Bootleg moonshine.

He and his goons gunned down a federal marshal.

I have better plans for you and your kind.

Maeve. No. (BREATHES HEAVILY)

Maeve, I think we just became public enemy number one.

(CHUCKLES) You're trying to rummage in my mind.

(VOICES WHISPERING)

(HENCHMEN TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

(SYSTEMS POWER UP)

That is... if the guests in the park

RESPONDER: Caleb? Are you there?

(SUBSONIC RINGING)

-♪ (UPLIFTING MUSIC PLAYING) -(PANTS)

A reward of two Cs to anyone with the guts to rope

-(GRUNTS) -Hold on.

-and my parasites. -(GRUNTS)

Is this what you've been reduced to, Maeve?

MAEVE: Our kinds are locked in a perpetual struggle.

Life after this.

you can have him.

AUTOMATED VOICE: Caution. Warning.