Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We don't commit murder up here. We're a deeply religious people.
♪ But I sing of a baggage that we all adore
"'Six swordsmen follow these figures
Before marriage.
♪ Fair maid, says he, your kettle's cracked
♪ For me
Good day to you, sir. I'm the harbour master.
[All] Chop! Chop! Chop!
You know her? Her name is Rowan Morrison.
a martyr's death.
have it transported to the mainland for a pathologist's report.
Aye, aye, well, we'll see about that.
they'll be arrested as accomplices to murder.
♪ Mm-hm, the midday sun
I'm away to change. We can't do without Punch.
If the crops fail, Summerisle,
[Howie] Does she? Do you think she'll be coming back for tea?
We seem to have lost our torch-bearing friends.
and as a Christian, I hope for resurrection.
[Sighs heavily]
Sergeant, if I were you, I would go back to the mainland.
♪ Gently, gently, gently, Johnny
- How long has she been dead? - Oh, six or seven months.
♪ Much has been said of the strumpets of yore
Lord Summerisle, I am interested in one thing: the law.
Not one of them kneels to another,
♪ And springs the wood anew
Game? What game?
I'd stay there until tonight, if I was you!
- What? - It's very simple. Let me show you.
♪ The Lord's my shepherd
[Woman groaning with pleasure]
Girls, could I have your attention, please?
Wh-what religion c-c-can they possibly be learning,
♪ I put my hand on her thigh
- He brought me up... - He brought you up to be a pagan!
You must, of course, do as you see fit, Sergeant.
I expect you'll be going home tonight?
[Door bell tinkles]
Now, all of you, just wait and listen to me.
♪ Grows the seed and blows the mead
It was only eight months ago. Surely you remember if it was that girl or not.
Now, in he goes!
♪ And from that boy there was a man And for that man there was a grave
to fire, to water, to animals.
which means, of course, there is no death certificate.
♪ And from that man there was a seed And from that seed there was a boy
"'most complex of all the symbolic figures,
I'm sure Rowan is most happy with it. Do you not think so, Lord Summerisle?
You, uniquely, were the one we needed.
down to the beach below the stones,
Did you find the girl?
as symbolising the generative force in nature.
Where?
I see you plant trees on most of the graves here.
You flatter me, your lordship.
- What do you think you're doing? - Searching every house
reproduction without sexual union.
in order that we may furnish them with renewed power
♪ I'll not want
[Doorbell tinkles]
I'd be most grateful if you'd let me know.
- I've found her. - Splendid.
Mrs Morrison, I don't know if you know it or not,
Where is Rowan Morrison?