Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[agitated chatter in distance]

Desire meets opportunity.

We had a clear view.

She looked healthy. There was nothing wrong with her.

We aren't supposed to dream things up.

[low, menacing music plays]

[Eyk] You met her?

[Ángel whimpers]

Would you like company?

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

-[Ángel sighs] -[fabric stretching]

Or do you see what I see?

[footsteps receding]

[plaintive music intensifies]

Things never work out the way you imagine.

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

Is that an excuse for what you did?

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

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

I know now what I did

Good. Unpack the guns.

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

[distorted, unsettling audio]

You found nothing?

We are not supposed to have dreams.

with the ship being turned around.

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

[muffled screaming]

What about her?

After the ships were sold,

You said it yourself.

I just wanted to get her to sleep.

[low, unsettling chord plays]

are great motivators to seek out other pleasures.

[chatter subsides]