Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Franz] They should have replaced him back then.

[breathing heavily]

It's like you're dying with them.

You don't care about me or about anybody else!

Looks like you got a little rest.

[heavy, foreboding music plays]

Why is that boy the only one you found?

What happened on the Prometheus?

It's an Irish name, isn't it?

against everyone else's interests.

[tense percussive music playing]

Play with your doll or whatever else you usually do.

But who sent the signal? And who locked him in?

Because it mattered to him. He gave it to me.

[crowd quiets down]

[Tove] Let go of me!

You swore to me, Krester.

You're not thinking straight.

Living behind walls made of rice paper.

[music intensifies]

Why did someone lock him in?

[flames whoosh]

[ticking continues]

and testify with our own that we are yours.

And that's not everything.

it was… horrible.

And how would we even do that?

Nor a hand of God.

Rich folk don't just give you things.

Everyone, please assemble in the dining room.

I don't even know if you understand what I'm saying.

I got this letter in a package, along with a picture of my family.

Because now, every person on this ship is so caught up in their own misery

[song trails off]

[Eyk] The miles behind are less than the miles ahead,