Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-…and your wife--
and you flinched or winced or something like--
You did well, Eleven.
Papa.
Maybe somebody there knows where we can find this prison.
That is why we must proceed carefully.
-That's near Cornwallis and-- -Garrett, yeah. I know where that is.
That's a stupid name.
See a light?
That
Yeah, no, I… I know exactly what time it was.
you'll be written up.
something had changed.
the Shire is burning.
I mean, it's… it's like,
Watergate.
this food isn't to make us strong.
Guys, what's going on?
His limbs…
and he and his lackeys
No, you're not. You're not.
Steve!
The woman,
So we're full of the nutrients and protein that a growing monster might need.
Two.
We stick together...
-Skull Rock. Do you know it? -Uh, yeah.
I hope you're ready.
And all your theories about it,
Help! Help!
The hell they wanna go back there for?
Are you okay?
It's a silent role.
Fire.
How many times do I have to tell you?
-Oh my God.
-Skull Rock? -Yeah.
-Papa said that he doesn't-- -Exist? I know.
we are going to play a game.
Eddie's still a wanted man. We can't just go hike in the woods.
Oh, you're right.
To join me in this fight.
No, my skills end at IP geolocation.
Between these two mountains.
It's important for you to not just see your past,
Where was Eddie when that happened?
-Let's go! Move it!
The Hellfire isn't a cult. It's a club for nerds.
Hey, uh, Henderson's not, uh, cursed, is he?
Dude, I'm telling you, you're taking us the wrong way.
Dustin? Can you slow down? Dustin?
'Cause I've seen one.
Right.
You elf-skin! You dried neat's tongue!
Can you guess who that is?
Hey!
Nothing to see.
A cult that operates here in Hawkins.
an 18-year-old senior from Hawkins High,
Very popular, as I say, eh?
-Cops. -Shit, shit, shit.
We know how Vecna attacks.
-Sorry, that's… that's fair. -No, listen.
Good luck.
Hmm?
Come on, come on, come on. Translate!
Yeah.
Cumala voters
Yeah, only one way to find out.
The compass was.
But I know what I saw. I know.