Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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