Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

victory goes to the hardest heart.
‐ Yes, sir. [Lawrence clears throat]
WATERFORD: I find her very smart.
Good job, girls.
Are you sure?
OFJOSEPH: Okay.
[bangs table] ‐ You’re still in my house!
‐ Hi. ‐ Hi. [laughs]
‐ And Beth is sick?
there with black precipices.
‐ Is this it?
[breathing heavily]
‐ Then what would I be?
subject to the state.
It’s too much.
[song continues]
SERENA: I’ll have to do some exploring.
They’ll make their way over here eventually.
[shushes]
We can hide in the dark, at least.
How’s the child?
MARTHA: Shh. Quiet.
MARTHA: Okay.
‐ Hey. Shouldn't be too long.
I have some uncomfortable information to report.
‐ Nerves.
GUARDIAN 1: Let's go!
They shouldn’t have been moving in daylight.
JANINE: Fuck off!
[breathing heavily]
[choir vocalizes sad tune]
LAWRENCE: Well, she's afraid of dying,
Okay. We’ve gotta go out this way.
‐ Then do something about it.
Please, stop for a second!
‐ Eleanor!
clean up my own mess.
[approaching footsteps]
I'm gonna buy a big fucking beach house!
partly to rest Silver and the sick folk,
[Kiki crying]
‐ Ooh! JUNE: Wow!
Thank you.
♪ ♪
‐ [softly] Okay.
so you could claim the resulting child.
[gate squeaks]
OFHOWARD: They know something’s up.
and maimed...
for a few hours. [door creaks]
[indistinct chatter over radio]
and find me a fucking map.
[bleak music]
Could you please just tell me where she is?
♪ With the way I fear ♪
in the brush.
HOPE: ♪ I could feel myself... ♪
Go, go, go.
If this all isn't a trap, set by the Eyes.
My house.
Let’s go.
[eerie music]
You’re tough.
[sniffs]
She did everything.
ELEANOR: But the children! What about the other children?