Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Do sit down, Sergeant.

Myrtle, do you, erm... do you know Rowan?

I suspect murder and conspiracy to murder.

I must say, you are a gallant fellow, Sergeant.

- His lordship is expecting you, sir. - Expecting me?

♪ Gently Johnny, my jingle-o... ♪

- I'd like my supper now, please. - It won't be long, Sergeant.

a holy sacrifice will be offered up jointly to Nuada,

I’ve done a poo

Broome, would you kindly show the Sergeant out?

♪ Among the rigs of barley

Here's your sweet for being a brave girl. Which one would you like?

♪ And corn rigs are bonnie

and the warm Gulf Stream that surrounded it.

Rowan, darling! Come on, now.

the most acceptable sacrifice that lies in our power.

We can escape through the cave. I know the way.

♪ In my purse

♪ And from that grave there grew...

Rachel and Benjamin...

[Conversation and music stop]

I'd like to see your index of deaths, please.

Principally, we persuaded you to think

accept our sacrifice and make our blossoms fruit.

What attracted my grandfather to the island,

I thought you were gonna come and see me last night.

[Echoes resound]

"'who canters at the head of the procession, charging at the girls.

Well, no, not exactly. Erm...

[Summerisle] Chop! [All] Chop! Chop! Chop!

- ♪ As does the part that lies between - ♪ Her left toe

- Aye. You do have a daughter? - Yes.

Directed by Nicj

[All] Mighty god of the sun, bountiful goddess of our orchards...

The blossom came, but the fruit withered and died on the bough.

♪ Beneath the moon's unclouded light

- I've got to try and get you away. - [Rowan] Hurry, please.

that which also I delivered onto you.

I would like to speak to you outside, Sergeant.

- Just give me a glass of whiskey! - No wonder he's worn out.

for the childish imagination.

[Howie] Then who is she?

I don't like to use it on him, really.

Here you are, you can fill in the ears in grey.

John Barleycorn.

I think you all ought to know that I am here on official business.

Missing? My daughter?

What's the matter with you, MacGreagor? You call that dancing?

We carry death out of the village!

A missing child is always trouble.

I am a Christian,

[Piano string breaks and whines]

How did she die?

Casting by Christian Kaplan, CSA

What's the matter, Mr MacGreagor?

- Oh. - Hello, Myrtle.

the farmhouse soup, the potatoes, broad beans, all come out of a can.

Only as a comparative religion.

to whose glory churches and monasteries have been built

♪ I'll not forget that happy night

Lovely March hares. Can I help you?

Oh god! Oh jesus christ!

Cut some capers, man. Use your bladder!

[Summerisle] 'Perhaps it's just as well that you won't be here

You'll simply never understand the true nature of sacrifice.

Cheer up! Cyber security isn't everything in life you know.

Broad beans, in their natural state, aren't usually turquoise, are they?

This is our Myrtle. She was nine last Thursday.

- Yes? - [Howie] Take those masks off!

Perhaps it's just as well that you won't be here tomorrow,