Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[indistinct radio chatter]
‐ Did you know Moira?
Whatever it is,
DR. PHILLIPS: This is healing up nicely.
Some of you will fall on dry ground
There isn't a lot of bleeding.
GUARDIAN 1: Keep walking.
She just needs a safe place to wait.
EMILY: Yeah, I never had that problem.
[ominous music]
[grunts with effort]
in this household with Commander Lawrence,
I would never have put you in a new posting.
[heart beeping]
[kettle whistling]
[door unlocks]
on those things.
Dangerous.
God is merciful indeed.
‐ Yes.
or something before?
‐ Shh. [Martha whimpering in pain]
‐ I can go back.
[lenses clicking]
I'm sorry.
[indistinct radio chatter]
EMILY: Are you Luke? ‐ Yeah.
[indistinct radio chatter]
or I would've been upstairs at Jezebel's
‐ Ah.
Come help me, please.
[objects clatter]
GUARDIAN 2: Clear.
Pleasure,
BETH: Cora!
[beep]
in mind for you.
[high pitched sound escalating]
‐ All right. All right, it's fine.
CORA: Towels are to the left.
You eat what they give you.
[sighs]
‐ Her walking partner snapped.
Maybe next time is better.
Damn the consequences.
It's not your funeral after all.
[indistinct radio chatter]
Um...
[door closes]
[dirt falling]
when you're ready.
‐ Yeah.
[footsteps approaching]
BETH: She has to wait somewhere.
Godspeed. ‐ Okay.
I had my tubes tied.
ELEANOR: She's fine.
OFJOSEPH: No. This place is not your home.
‐ I'm sorry.
You're trying to figure out how to raise your kid.
[suspenseful music]
in an interrogation room right now, so you owe me.
‐ No one's gonna let you die, okay?
Sorry to disturb you.
LAWRENCE: That's a lie.