Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Find a happy memory and hide there.
Maybe you're right. Or maybe you are overestimating him.
[Brenner grunts]
Considering that this is a…
Well, lucky for us it is, so…
We need to get out of here, back to the States.
Yeah. I mean, I get you there,
Why so angry, comrade?
[distorted audio]
Don't shoot!
It's just a car. Everybody, hang on to something!
Correct. Yes... The number is...
♪ I've seen sunny days That I thought would never end ♪
I'm talking, like, uh,
[music pulses ominously]
-[Antonov translating] -…305…
But it's my mind.
But you make her feel like she's not a mistake at all.
No! No!
It is not me.
pov la herida que no te fuiste a revisar
♪ Here we stand ♪
Do you copy, over?
-Ah! -[yelps]
[gunshot]
-[Mike] On the ground! -What are those dudes doing on the ground?
[Brenner] You can't leave, Eleven.
This was our Hawkins.
-Yep. -Definitely.
[door clangs]
Found something.
[Brenner] After the attack,
We were wrong about Vecna. Henry. One.
Hey, you're really ready for bat-tle.
even if your plan did work,
[wet writhing]
We'll never make it. That's over 2,000 miles.
and you didn't take opportunity to smother him.
He consumes.
We know Eleven's strengths.
with… a gaping mouth.
[door creaks open]
Henry is…
Okay. So here's what's gonna happen.
Anybody show?
The hell are they doing?
I just need to keep him busy long enough so that you guys can get into that attic.
but that's what holds this party together. Heart.
Wait! Wait! Wait! I can put her in a coma.
[tools clattering]
and they will be on us like flies on shit.
Drive, Steve! Drive!
iOS. [clock chimes]
[Dustin] Then why fight fair?
To protect you.
Watch out, Domino's.
[chittering]
[Brenner grunts]
"Bat-tle."
[music swells, fades]
Nothing's impossible.
And she always will.
[threatening music playing]
Again.
but… I still have hope.
[music intensifies]
[music climaxes]
-Shh. -[whimpers]
The Mind Flayer.
[helicopter blades whirring]
[in Russian] Son of a bitch!
Plus, Mom and Dad forced me.
[mysterious music playing]
Stop 'em! God bless it!
[determined synth music playing]
[One screaming]
[intense music swells]
But if you're wrong about this,
I mean, it's not real.
[boy scoffs]
And this…
The hell?
[tenderly] Yeah.
[thud echoes]
No way. Something's wrong.
-Sorry. -No.
Was I looking for him? For Henry?
She commissioned it, basically. I mean, she told me what to draw.
I could have told you we are going wrong way hours ago.
a full brood of Harringtons.
We don't have time for any of that, okay?
That would be a grave mistake.
How long's that gonna take?
Don't ya, big boy?
A prison.
[panting]