Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

‐ Yeah. Cool. Totally.

I can feel Alex unlocking the door.

I'm sorry. The fate of this child is in your hands.

Honey, you're back! Where have you been?

‐ Oh, that doesn't seem suspicious at all.

They were close. Trained together.

She's going away for a long time.

‐ This is hurting my head.

They needed four keys.

I want you, Nico.

And from where I'm standin', you don't look that powerful.

‐ These little talks we have do not make me feel better.

I'm not running away.

What if Alex is next?

‐ Not really.

I don't know what's happening.

But if she is hosting the Magistrate's son,

Look, I pulled these from outside.

I know something that'll get him to come running the moment he hears it.

it hit me‐‐

so that we may say goodbye to our beloved Amy.

‐ They're not here, Wilder.

‐ We don't know if the son will surface when the test confirms his presence.

She's dead, Alex. She...

in an orange jumpsuit instead of a red robe, so yeah...

‐ [exhales sharply] Not me. I knew it.

what happened to Amy‐‐ it is not your fault.

it was exactly what I would have done.

[metal clanging]

‐ I pled guilty to Darius' murder. Aren't you curious why?

‐ We still have people, don't we?

‐ She's pregnant. It's not that weird to be excited about waffles.

‐ Well, you're sitting in front of me

we'll torture them until we all find out who's inside.

Confidently saying "I do" in front of a fancy altar and a bunch of guests.

‐ You know...

because I had our daughter begin building the platform while you were gone.

I'm not that girl in that fantasy.

I'm worried about you.