Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The game of the hunted leading the hunter.
- That's very kind of you. - Not at all.
In her grave. Your lordship is a justice of the peace.
[May] Those are hares, not silly old rabbits.
My daughter Willow will show you to your room.
♪ White and red
'I, as you can see, am a police officer.
I expect you'll be going back today.
There is no goddess of the fields.
Well, that depends.
Aye, we have one taken at the end of every summer.
♪ No one but me my dear
♪ I set her down with right good will
up, up, up,
[♪ Lively music]
- Sergeant Howie, West Highland police. - Oh, my!
[♪ Traditional Scottish music]
Now, uh, Daisy,
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♪ And on that tree there was a limb And on that limb there was a branch...
Do not deliver me into the enemy's hands...
they're jumping through the flames
Another sacrifice for Aphrodite, Willow.
- [All] ...and make our blossoms fruit. - Awake, ye heathens, and hold!
to investigate the disappearance of a young girl.
Thank you.
Cheer up. Food isn't everything in life, you know.
...which I would like you to pass around amongst yourselves.
Little Rowan loved the March hares.
- 'This is Summerisle, is it not?' - It is, sir!
that Rowan Morrison was being held as a sacrifice
by giving them back their joyous old gods,
[♪ Brass horns play]
- Well, tell me... - Well, now, Sergeant.
And even if you kill me now,
I was under the impression I'd already given it to you.
Go on, man. Tell them. Tell them it won't!
- Did I do it right? - You did it beautifully.
- This is Sergeant... Oh! - Howie.
He never noticed this ... not once?
♪ Do you want to kiss... ♪
A heathen, conceivably, but not, I hope, an unenlightened one.
We believe that when the human life is over,
[Woman] ♪ Baa-baa black sheep, have you any wool?
I have a photograph here... Excuse me.
was the unique combination of volcanic soil
Now, sir, what of him?
But t-they are...are naked.
[♪ PAUL GIOVANNI: "Corn Rigs"]
♪ The things I'll give to you
C-could I have a word with you, please, Miss?
And may I ask,
Och, you don't want to let them worry you.
- And you encourage them in this? - Actively.
"None of us has seen May Morrison's daughter Rowan since last year.
[Singing and laughter]
♪ Among the rigs with Annie...
A child is reported missing on your island.
I'm afraid you'll just have to bear with me, won't you?
[Summerisle] My friends, enough now.
If Rowan Morrison existed, we would know of her.
Himself the son of a virgin, impregnated, I believe, by a ghost.
♪ Says she, "My kettle I will show
♪ And on that branch there was a nest And in that nest there was an egg
She's a hare. Rowan's a hare. She has a lovely time.
What's the matter? Won't she go?
Here, we do not use the word...
Desire shall fail!
No, she's not May's.
O god of the sea, I offer you this ale as a libation,
Mighty god of the sun, bountiful goddess of our orchards,
- Oh, what a pity. - Would you have a copy of it?
up, up, up! up! up!
♪ You can have all you like if you swear not to waste
- In a manner of speaking... - No! In plain speaking.
♪ At attention