Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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