Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

How will you honor your daughters?

AUNT LYDIA: Ofjoseph, come along.

How's our patient?

‐ She got someone executed.

[sinister music]

[approaching footsteps]

and won't be for a few weeks,

and this is some new kind of therapy.

He deserves to be free.

OFJOSEPH: I know.

[Oferic whimpers]

And I want you to get better.

[ominous music]

[Ofhoward humming]

you may get to see her shit herself.

It's all right.

Clean that up, please.

You fucking bitch!

‐ This has to end.

‐ I can wish for it anyway.

MRS. CALHOUN: And I for you.

However long that takes.

They just take everything from you, you know.

You're not well.

and you know it.

And this would go away.

I believe in you.

They really do.

‐ First do no harm.

[liquid dripping]

AUNT LYDIA: And to refuse God's blessings of a child...

I got lost, I think.

[song echoes] ♪ Ooh, heaven is ♪