Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

♪ I'll not forget that happy night
♪ Of wenches and bawdy house queens by the score
♪ Corn rigs and barley rigs
but you will sit with the saints among the elect.
One should always be open to the regenerative influences.
Directed by Nick Jonas
Thank you.
♪ To see me through the barley
and children dancing naked!
♪ In Summerisle, Summerisle, Summerisle, Summerisle
I'm making inquiries about your daughter. We understand that she's missing.
♪ Comb you smooth and stroke your head
You have come of your own free will to the appointed place.
Then in 1868, my grandfather bought this barren island
[Howie] I shall be back shortly with some more police officers.
Put the blade down and let the bird go…RIGHT NOW’
♪ I put my hand on her belly
Miss, I hope you don't think that I can be made a fool of indefinitely.
Enjoy yourself... and him.
Hear ye the words of the Lord!
♪ Loudly sing, cuckoo
♪ And she says
...which knows no ending.
Good, good!
You don't understand, Sergeant. Nobody was lying. I told you plainly.
♪ I held a while to Annie
Oh, yes. They failed, all right. Disastrously so.
Now, now, what are you saying? You're saying she's not from the island?
...who will today depart from this world.
Why, here she is, what remains of her physically.
Girls, get on with your reading.
[MacGreagor groans]
- Are you the landlord here? - Aye. I'm Alder MacGreagor.
You will stay and have a cup of tea, won't you?
- Hello. Evening. - Evening.
The laird said we're to take no chances, didn't he?
- ♪ Cuckoo - Through Christ...
♪ And growing wool for me ♪
from sheep and sea.
If you don't cooperate with me here and now,
"'A man-woman, the sinister teaser,
[♪ Plays notes on piano]
- The ones I saw in The Green Man. - Yes.
The Lord Jesus, the same night in which he was betrayed, took bread,
In the name of God, think what you're doing!
It's a game of chance, remember.
[Whistles and laughter]
Yes. I told you, it is what we believe.
[Drums beating]
We carry death out of the village!
♪ Gently Johnny, my jingle-o
[J Jew's harp]
Heathens! Bloody heathens!
If you know where she is, I beg you to tell me now before it's too late.
A man who has come here with the power of a king
the soul returns to trees, to air,
Your crops failed because your strains failed.
[♪ Choir sings "Psalm 23, The Lord's My Shepherd"]
- ♪ I put my hand on her breast - Willow MacGreagor!
I don't like it here. They're coming. You know what they're going to do?
He's dead. He can't complain.