Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[ominous music]

you may get to see her shit herself.

And I want you to get better.

How will you honor your daughters?

However long that takes.

[Ofhoward humming]

AUNT LYDIA: Ofjoseph, come along.

I believe in you.

[song echoes] ♪ Ooh, heaven is ♪

How's our patient?

and this is some new kind of therapy.

‐ She got someone executed.

They really do.

[Oferic whimpers]

‐ I can wish for it anyway.

He deserves to be free.

[sinister music]

It's all right.

MRS. CALHOUN: And I for you.

You're not well.

Clean that up, please.

and you know it.

‐ First do no harm.

And this would go away.

and won't be for a few weeks,

[liquid dripping]

I got lost, I think.

[approaching footsteps]

OFJOSEPH: I know.

They just take everything from you, you know.

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

You fucking bitch!

‐ This has to end.