Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and the river carried her away.
And so, I've decided.
[Cawing continues]
COTTON: [Grunts]
and yet be utterly powerless to do anything about them.
But it is her love I must have.
♪ pound me the witch drums ♪
Mama's here.
Now, for as strong as you are, you will soon replenish it.
Very little has been asked of you thus far.
I chose to release you here for a reason.
Come. Come.
Oh.
COUNTESS MARBURG: Hm.
TITUBA: Thank you, my lord.
But my sleep produced only a monster.
[Blood trickling]
[Creaking]
Wrap her in this warm blanket.
COUNTESS MARBURG: So that you can be born again.
SEBASTIAN: You have tried everything else.
COUNTESS MARBURG: Your wishful mind
If we don't get the devil out of him, we're done.
I wanted to be sure first.
She must not be allowed to see another sunrise.
BOY: Come to me, girl.
Well, she has done her duty.
Stop it.
MERCY: Maybe your little angel's cold.
My fate is to burn for my sins,
COUNTESS MARBURG: She's gone.
But no.
protected by sir Isaac the idiot.
Yes, run!
Get behind me, child.
COTTON: It's almost painful.
SEBASTIAN: No.
I need your blood more than you do.
[Laughs]