Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You swore to me, Krester.

Looks like you got a little rest.

Play with your doll or whatever else you usually do.

[tense percussive music playing]

And how would we even do that?

It's like you're dying with them.

against everyone else's interests.

[song trails off]

[heavy, foreboding music plays]

[Franz] They should have replaced him back then.

I got this letter in a package, along with a picture of my family.

Nor a hand of God.

What happened on the Prometheus?

Why did someone lock him in?

You're not thinking straight.

Living behind walls made of rice paper.

Everyone, please assemble in the dining room.

[ticking continues]

[Eyk] The miles behind are less than the miles ahead,

[Tove] Let go of me!

You don't care about me or about anybody else!

But who sent the signal? And who locked him in?

I don't even know if you understand what I'm saying.

and testify with our own that we are yours.

[music intensifies]

Rich folk don't just give you things.

And that's not everything.

Because now, every person on this ship is so caught up in their own misery

[flames whoosh]

It's an Irish name, isn't it?

Why is that boy the only one you found?

[crowd quiets down]

Because it mattered to him. He gave it to me.

[breathing heavily]

it was… horrible.