Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

WOMAN: ♪ little baby, don't say a word ♪
[Horse neighs]
You should be honored to serve your son.
My son is gone, my love dead, my own life worthless to me.
She has nothing to offer you.
ANNE: Don't fight it, Cotton.
Bring the rain.
[Rat squeaking]
I really am! No, please!
♪ Pound me the witch drums ♪
beckon, command...
Just there.
your songs...
Girl: [Screams]
You used this finger well...
You're all out of threats.
COUNTESS MARBURG: It's too late. Too late.
worthless until filled.
with visions of how things should be,
Use it to go as far from Salem as you're able.
[Cupid Carries a Gun plays]
I don't care.
COTTON: Then it was murder.
SEBASTIAN: Well, little sister...
and to make Mary Sibley feel your pain and beyond.
the creatures of mud he formed with his bored breath.
One day you will thank me for forcing your hand.
Thank you for reminding me that you are not my son.
Previously on Salem...
The holy marriage of heaven and earth