Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The child.
[thunder rumbles]
I also can't get hard when I'm on it.
I don't have much time. A few days or weeks, maybe.
[mutineers grow louder]
You want to know what this is?
[crowd murmuring]
♪ Baby, take my hand ♪
-Hey! -No!
Maybe the same thing happened on the Prometheus.
Maybe God did give you a gift.
Are you all right?
[gunshot]
Olek! The bodies, throw them over.
[tense percussive music plays]
That this boy is evil.
[door closes]
If you're lying to us, I swear…
What was I thinking, my friend?
The compasses are working again.
[moody, mysterious outro music plays]
That's all.
[Jérôme panting heavily]
What was I thinking?
[shuddering gasp]
Let's hide there at the bar!
Mother, the boy isn't here.
What was that?
[mutineers shout, murmur]
It's not his fault that people are dying.
[footsteps passing by rapidly]
Because I know you don't care if I live or die.
-[crew members clamor] -[man] You see him?