Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[low, menacing music plays]

[Ángel whimpers]

[chatter subsides]

with the ship being turned around.

You found nothing?

[distorted, unsettling audio]

Would you like company?

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

Desire meets opportunity.

We aren't supposed to dream things up.

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

[low, unsettling chord plays]

Is that an excuse for what you did?

[muffled screaming]

Good. Unpack the guns.

[footsteps receding]

I know now what I did

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

She looked healthy. There was nothing wrong with her.

After the ships were sold,

[Eyk] You met her?

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

are great motivators to seek out other pleasures.

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

Or do you see what I see?

What about her?

You said it yourself.

-[Ángel sighs] -[fabric stretching]

[agitated chatter in distance]

I just wanted to get her to sleep.

We are not supposed to have dreams.

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

We had a clear view.

[plaintive music intensifies]

Things never work out the way you imagine.