Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

VERENA: Now, if you were to play,
KLAUS: It's all right.
And my father when I was a little bit older.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
(EERIE, INDISTINCT WHISPERING)
Then he should be in hospital.
Jakob.
(CLANKING)
and it became like fire.
The quarry? Mmm.
I'm right here.
I have some things I need to ask.
Just to help if I can.
We'll begin our work in the morning, Jakob.
Yes.
And tidied her hair.
Stop, Jakob!
(GAGS)
Jakob.
I have an idea.
(CHAIN RATTLING)
It started as a simple fever
Hello?
Oh... Oh, this...
Say 9:00?
and a certain, um, sensitivity. Sensitivity.
Perhaps...
Stop!
I'm right here.
(CHUCKLES)
Put that one away.
Be silent.
It is said that a true performer
What things?
(GASPING)
Do you play?
But the past is a dream from which we wake with each new morning.
Her name is Verena.
(STONE WHIRRING, CLATTERS)
Jakob.
(COUGHING)
VERENA: Not here.
Sing or laugh, mmm?
I see...