Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

♪ The things I'll show to you

Some things in their natural state have the most vivid colours.

- Evening. - Hello again.

- Everything under control, Oak? - Aye, my lord.

♪ Take the flame inside you Burn and burn below

in the Green Man.

Directed by Walt Dohrn

♪ Although she's not the kind of girl

I'm going to rest in my bed for half an hour.

And there is brawling in bars, there is indecency in public places,

"'In good times, they offered produce to the gods and slaughtered animals,

[indistinct muttering]

Not the way you feel.

Now, I wonder what you'll be wanting for afters?

If any of the children had been interfering with it,

It's most important that each new generation born on Summerisle

by the route which has become sacred to our rite.

♪ Am I not young and fair?

"Sometimes the victim would be drowned in the sea

No, no, it's not. Apparently it's been broken or damaged in some way.

...as doubtless, the harbour master has already told you by now.

[Cheering and shouting]

♪ And of that feather was...

It stems from the filth taught here in this very schoolroom.

♪ Would you have a wondrous sight?

♪ "if you will pass my way"

And next year, no one less than the king of Summerisle himself will do.

Now, do any of you recognise either the name or the photograph?

On the far side of the green.

[Women humming]

No, no, dear God! No, Christ!

- What time is it? - It's past nine.

Aye, aye, aye, for everybody.

and controlled your every thought and action since you arrived.

Where is Rowan Morrison?

♪ And from that man there was a seed And from that seed there was a boy

[Women screaming and laughing]

You are the fool, Mr Howie.

Rowan Morrison.

Then why in God's name do you do it, girl?

The photo was in this letter, posted here on Summerisle.

You're very cynical, my lord.

Really, Daisy. You've been told often enough.

Sergeant Howie, West Highland police.

What he did, of course, was to develop new cultivars of hardy fruits

Of course we've got May. She keeps the post office in the high street.

♪ At midnight

Can't you hear him croaking?

♪ Please come