Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's very Ned Flanders.

Keep an eye on your brother. Okay?

Marc, be nice to your little brother.

I'm afraid you're actually quite dead.

To bind your very being to me

-It's not my mom. -(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

It'll be all your fault.

but the unbalanced souls of the Duat now must claim yours.

It'll take two seconds.

To the Field of Reeds, right, Taweret?

Just a second ago, I thought I'd been shot to death.

We'll do it just you and I this year.

No, this is all wrong. This is... No, this is all wrong.

you'd just be returning to a body with a bullet in it.

I want him back.

The hospital. That's the imagination.

You've really gone up in the world, haven't you?

a happy, simple, normal life. You understand?

All the things I'd done...

and bring my vengeance to those who would do them harm?

Who, him? Yeah, pretty much.

that's on your head.

Uh, hello, Mrs. Grant. Yes, this is Dr. Harrow.

Without balanced Scales, the Duat will eventually claim your soul.

They were criminals. Murderers. Predators. The worst of the worst.

And now the afterlife, right?

-(CREATURES SCREECHING) -Are those...

RANDALL: Okay. Okay, okay, fine, but...

You're gonna learn

I'm so proud of you.

Taweret, what's happening?

What happened in that room, Marc?

There can be no progress without understanding.

WENDY: Marc, open this door.