Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My father was a spirit hunter, -[East Asian melody plays]
[Liang] It was five years later that my father died.
[panicked breathing]
For months, he had been a client,
[Yan] I'm ready.
[gasps]
The Governor.
[screams]
Yan never blamed me for what had happened.
Iron roads and machines that breathe smoke.
When will she come?
I just... I wanted to tell you.
Hyah!