Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Stan?
Yeah.
Thank you for before, letting us finish what we needed to do.
-Damn it! -It's okay, love. It'll come to you.
I don't know.
[engine revving]
[fire crackling]
back to here, the… the White Buffalo Suite.
I don't think you understand. I'm one of his children.
-That's enough! -[Reginald] No!
Open it.
[Lila] Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! No!
[in Japanese] Start the match!
Like a sonic fingerprint.
No matter when or where you are, we're both always gon' be with you,
Sorry is what you say when you spill a glass of milk,
[vibrations subsiding]
Anybody see you?
[Lila] Come on.
[Diego] So, Stan… is adopted. Okay.
Really, I am. I just…
The way that I loved you.
[emotional string music playing]
[distant police sirens wailing]
[police sirens wailing]
Please stop.
[Sloane weeping]
[electricity humming]
He cared about people. He was selfless and… and kind--
[Sloane sniffles]
Stan's mum.
I'm starting to wonder if I even have that.
Him.
I mean, it was kind of like a dream.
It's gone.
[wind blowing gently]
[sniffs]
[deep voice lowing]
[heavy footsteps pounding]
♪ Look back, look back ♪
with your ears.
[shockwave pulsing]
Yeah, I know, I know…
No, but I don't think I can keep you hidden up here forever.
["Into My Soul" by Gabin playing]
Yes, I know.
[energy zapping]
[door closes]
[Lila] Stan?
Dad believed in science, facts.
Stan!
♪ C'mon, jump into my bobsled ♪
Look at that painting.
Okay? Hey. Hey. He's okay.
I can take it.
[Diego] Stan!
Viktor.
[engine stops]
[shockwave pulsing]
Look familiar?