Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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