Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

Is that an excuse for what you did?

-[Ángel sighs] -[fabric stretching]

We had a clear view.

[chatter subsides]

You said it yourself.

We are not supposed to have dreams.

Would you like company?

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

[plaintive music intensifies]

[low, unsettling chord plays]

[distorted, unsettling audio]

Or do you see what I see?

I just wanted to get her to sleep.

After the ships were sold,

with the ship being turned around.

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

She looked healthy. There was nothing wrong with her.

are great motivators to seek out other pleasures.

What about her?

[low, menacing music plays]

[Ángel whimpers]

[footsteps receding]

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

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

You found nothing?

I know now what I did

Desire meets opportunity.

[muffled screaming]

We aren't supposed to dream things up.

[Eyk] You met her?

[agitated chatter in distance]

Good. Unpack the guns.

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

Things never work out the way you imagine.