Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My daughter is what matters to me now. Rowan.

Why don't you just get her dad to help you?

It isn't. I know that this seems....

I don't know what you're supposed to say.

Edward, be careful and believe nothing that you see or hear.

The plot thickens. Didn't even know you had a plot.

That's what they say, anyway.

I might find you a little bit of sugar.

You have my permission to stay out of the fucking way!

Only down to the market. For no more than a half-hour.

She is a perfect child, and her name is Rowan.

She's very particular about anyone landing here.

Don't be afraid.

As you might've heard, I'm here to verify the whereabouts of a young girl.

Yes, we have a Willow here, all right.

It's just our way. We don't have any Royal Honey for you.

-I'm just saying. -Yeah, I get it. I'm just--

Because it's private. It's off-limits, and we respect that.

Yeah, but you're so warm and open, it really makes up for it.

Your mother. Of course. Do you have last year's photographs?

-I'm coming. -Oh, God.

The rest of us, we just-- We live in her shadow.

I won't let her die.

Manage. That's what he means. Can we manage to put him up?

It is where I grew up. Do you remember how you always used to ask me?

I heard about your commendation. That's great.

We orchestrated all of this with the greatest care...

I still wear it, sort of.

Look, I just need to speak to Willow Woodward. Is she here?

Isn't she? That is her desk.

The men are a very important part of our little colony.

So is this, like, some old girlfriend or something?

Right until the end.

I'm first a physician, second a photographer. A distant second.

You better start swimming, then.

Well, I'm frightened of this place too.

Did someone unpack my bag? Because I'm missing some tapes.

Now, if you will excuse me, I have to get back to my class.

Mr. Malus? Your sweetener.

Mr. Malus, it was an accident. Leave things alone, please.

My dad would kill me.

But they did fail. I saw the photo.

Greetings, Sister Beech.