Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

♪ Up in your arms, too late to beg you ♪

This morning in the infirmary, why did you want me there?

You found nothing?

We are not supposed to have dreams.

[agitated chatter in distance]

-[Ángel sighs] -[fabric stretching]

Would you like company?

[distorted, unsettling audio]

You said it yourself.

[muffled screaming]

What's wrong? Aren't you happy for me? I'm finally getting a chance to leave.

[plaintive music intensifies]

We had a clear view.

[mother] How much did you put in her drink?

with the ship being turned around.

[footsteps receding]

He's a deeply hurt man whose judgment has been clouded by his past experiences.

[low, menacing music plays]

We aren't supposed to dream things up.

She looked healthy. There was nothing wrong with her.

are great motivators to seek out other pleasures.

Things never work out the way you imagine.

Desire meets opportunity.

After the ships were sold,

I just wanted to get her to sleep.

No, my ship doesn't leave for a while.

[Eyk] You met her?

Is that an excuse for what you did?

[low, unsettling chord plays]

[Ángel whimpers]

[chatter subsides]

Good. Unpack the guns.

Or do you see what I see?

What about her?

I know now what I did