Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

a whisper,
[child cries]
And where is the mother now?
The owner built it for his daughter, I believe. Shall I take you in?
[playback stops]
They're already ruined.
A perfect time for the dunlins.
[dunlins twittering, wings fluttering]
How they mate, how they nest, how they forage.
Nancy?
-Where did you film something like that? -[Edgar] Upstate New York.
The house is near the bay, and they're all around it.
What about you, Mrs. Bradley?
[unsettling music playing]
[jazzy classical music plays in background]
-Tess of the d'Urbervilles… -That's a cheery selection.
[whooshing]
[shouts] All right! I feel lost.
I do.
-[radio clicks] -[whistling on radio]
[Edgar] "They roll like a drunken fingerprint across the sky."
Just…
[birds chirping loudly]
[dunlins twittering, wings fluttering]
[Edgar] Yes.
[insects chirping]
It was good while it lasted.
He drowned.
Who on earth would've found the need to build such a large home here?
-Why not? -What's the point?
What?
[music stops]
On my way.
Some people?
All right.
[birds chirping loudly, wings fluttering]
I'll be over in a while.
Please, Mr. Grieves, how did he die?
[emotional music swells]
…and I try, and I just feel you slipping away.
She drowned him, didn't she?
Run into the light!
And I don't know why.
[gasps]