Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It helps.
Tanneke can sleep soundly...
No more hiding now.
Your lovely daughter too.
where is that smile you owe me,
You lock up at night,
So, finished at last.
Yourself and Emilie.
Men.
My jewels.
So, the butcher... that's a good trade.
She should at her age.
Ah, there you are, my dear.
Papa?
I'll take your bait.
To the left.
Green as grass, mind you.
Wear these.
The child needs a draught.
Your friends all about. Music.
I tell you, if I was a few years younger...
They are just paintings.
sand and soap.
Now turn your head, not your shoulders.
So...
Griet!
My ears are not pierced.
do you think it finished?