Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[low, unsettling chord plays]

Or do you see what I see?

Good. Unpack the guns.

[distorted, unsettling audio]

You said it yourself.

What about her?

You found nothing?

[plaintive music intensifies]

[chatter subsides]

[mother] How much did you put in her drink?

We had a clear view.

[footsteps receding]

No, my ship doesn't leave for a while.

[agitated chatter in distance]

Things never work out the way you imagine.

After the ships were sold,

I know now what I did

We aren't supposed to dream things up.

This morning in the infirmary, why did you want me there?

[Ángel whimpers]

[low, menacing music plays]

What's wrong? Aren't you happy for me? I'm finally getting a chance to leave.

Is that an excuse for what you did?

[Eyk] You met her?

with the ship being turned around.

[muffled screaming]

I just wanted to get her to sleep.

are great motivators to seek out other pleasures.

She looked healthy. There was nothing wrong with her.

We are not supposed to have dreams.

-[Ángel sighs] -[fabric stretching]

♪ Up in your arms, too late to beg you ♪

He's a deeply hurt man whose judgment has been clouded by his past experiences.

Would you like company?

Desire meets opportunity.