Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mr. Craven, you need to come with me.
Show me...
Even your mother, Mary.
But if you take me to that garden, you'll murder me too.
I think that you're a girl dog
Your mother. My mother.
But I know what it means to lose someone.
Jemima.
Soldiers died here, didn't they?
You're very thin.
My mother would say you do as little as fast as you can.
He thinks he has a hump, but he doesn't, and I think you know it.
Hello.
He still has a limp, but the leg takes his weight.
They were very clear you weren't a murderess.
Mary, what's wrong?
I know...
Now, promise to spit?
Secrets.
- And now he's licking my hand. - He does that.
Who are you?
Mary, the wall. Stop! The wall!
They won't like me like you do. I'll go back to being alone.
I don't think I can. We've got you.
Go on, off you go.
You needn't trouble with dressing me this morning.
No, don't hurt him. It's just a friendly robin.
I just thought that if I could excite him about life...
She wanted to see her before she died.
but there are those who are waiting on us.
Thick as thieves, they were.
and the stench of the roses almost killed me.
Mrs. Pitcher?
He was called Jemima.
Look at this.
No. No, take me back!
She can't stay here.
You walked.
Stop. Stop!
and I'm going to call you Jemima.
But you can't stay locked up in the garden forever. Life needs living.
Who's there?
Mummy, I have a new story for you.
Mary. Are you all right?
After which, Mr. Craven...
Hydrangea.
Guilt for what you did to my Jemima.
Colin, there's a good friend I'd like you to meet.