Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

After the ships were sold,

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

Desire meets opportunity.

We had a clear view.

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

Is that an excuse for what you did?

[muffled screaming]

[distorted, unsettling audio]

You found nothing?

We are not supposed to have dreams.

I just wanted to get her to sleep.

[low, menacing music plays]

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

[Ángel whimpers]

[footsteps receding]

What about her?

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

[plaintive music intensifies]

[low, unsettling chord plays]

are great motivators to seek out other pleasures.

You said it yourself.

Things never work out the way you imagine.

We aren't supposed to dream things up.

She looked healthy. There was nothing wrong with her.

[chatter subsides]

Good. Unpack the guns.

Or do you see what I see?

I know now what I did

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

with the ship being turned around.

[agitated chatter in distance]

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

Would you like company?

[Eyk] You met her?

-[Ángel sighs] -[fabric stretching]