Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They're built for the cold.
[Nancy gasps]
-I just need-- -More time.
We took this trip to make things better, and now we're here and you…
You're more interested in people you've never met than your own work.
and I just spotted a peregrine up high.
[chuckling] It sounds provocative.
We're not even dealing with them in the mating season, darling.
-[banging on door] -[woman yells]
What have I done now?
[distant sobbing]
[Edgar grunts]
Oh, it is.
[ghostly yelling] What did you do?
-I have devoted my life to this work. -I know.
You get that crease, just there,
[tape whirs softly]
Brontë sisters, Madame Bovary,
here.
[Nancy gasps]
Did someone live here permanently?
[door creaks loudly]
-Would that make it better? -[Edgar] No, of course not.
[dunlins twittering]
[cries]
and you haven't shed a tear,
It's a luxury for us. Truly.
No!
[waves lapping shore]
What have you done?
[ghostly child's voice] Mommy's mad at me.
that birds carry our souls, our beliefs, our hopes up to the gods.
-[Edgar] Eat them. -I will.
[dunlins twittering on tape]
there's anything as mystical as bird mind-reading going on.
[woman screams]
This happened 30 years ago, Mrs. Bradley. What is there to tell?
The dunlins are back.
He never lived here, he was never part of the family,
Your mommy did a bad thing to you.
If there is a God, he certainly is a very cruel one.
[music fades]
[Edgar] Oh.
[video camera whirring]
[water stirs gently]