Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Nate] About 100 yards or so.
[Allen] Oh, yes. He is here with us right now.
[Nate] Motherfucker.
♪ Spirit in the wood, take away the pain ♪
That is essential. [gasps]
[Allen] My ship?
That body will be your coffin. I'll see you buried in it.
How far is the river?
-[raspy breathing] -[Carl] Death was your escape.
[distant thud, metallic clattering]
[Allen] I will live.
What's the alternative? Can't do anything about it.
You guys will take first watch.
[loud snarling]
[unsettling music continues]
but nothing says "bomb" to me,
[Allen] Oh no, no, no, no.
I saw him bringing it in, and he said he got it in the woods.
[eerie instrumental music playing]
-[sports commentary on radio] -Did you eat? I can send someone.
[Nate] Sheriff's Department!
with the clothes.
-[squelching] -[low snarling]
-[phone rings] -Right on. Trucker's.
Knowing that he was boxed in.
[choked gasping]
[TV continues in background]
[Nate] Ronald Hanley.
[Allen] It's rotten blood.
Maybe we could be best friends.
[Nate] That's it.
Next morning, I got a call from the sheriff over in Rakehell,
[Carl whimpers]
No quaint fins or stalks or feathers
-[Nate] Yeah. Maybe you're right. -Mm.
I'll be lucky to get through more than just a few of them tonight.
♪ Somewhere there's music ♪
Death by lunatic does not obtain.
[Nate] Damn! Seal the exits!
[Nate] Wasn't animal work.
If it's any comfort, I'm right behind you.
Come on.
won't he go limp and drop you?
-[Allen] Shit, man. -[patrons cheer]
[strained groaning]
Dirt under the fingernails, split,
[beeping]
[Allen] Your suffering…
workman's compensation law being clear, that death benefits shall only accrue
I know what I can and cannot cut.
Nothing from the western leg, even if we pull some volunteers--
The hell it is. You're Eddie Sykes.
What have I forgotten, sweet doctor?
Jesus.
and your anguish as we consume him will nurture my soul.
[miner 1] What are you doing?
I… I think I'm cursed by the Lord. I truly do.
In fact, they only got as far as the boots, I'm afraid.