Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[gasps]
[insects chirping]
The owner built it for his daughter, I believe. Shall I take you in?
[birds chirping loudly]
Please, Mr. Grieves, how did he die?
[jazzy classical music plays in background]
And where is the mother now?
[child cries]
[music stops]
It was good while it lasted.
The house is near the bay, and they're all around it.
[Edgar] "They roll like a drunken fingerprint across the sky."
I do.
…and I try, and I just feel you slipping away.
A perfect time for the dunlins.
They're already ruined.
All right.
[playback stops]
Run into the light!
He drowned.
She drowned him, didn't she?
[birds chirping loudly, wings fluttering]
[Edgar] Yes.
[dunlins twittering, wings fluttering]
[emotional music swells]
Just…
-[radio clicks] -[whistling on radio]
On my way.
[shouts] All right! I feel lost.
And I don't know why.
-Why not? -What's the point?
Who on earth would've found the need to build such a large home here?
[whooshing]
[dunlins twittering, wings fluttering]
[unsettling music playing]
Nancy?
Some people?
What about you, Mrs. Bradley?
How they mate, how they nest, how they forage.
-Tess of the d'Urbervilles… -That's a cheery selection.
I'll be over in a while.
What?
-Where did you film something like that? -[Edgar] Upstate New York.
a whisper,