Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-What's going on? -[soldier] It's Sullivan.
Yeah.
[shrill trilling continues]
[unsettling music playing]
[collar clinks]
-Here you go, son. -Thank you.
There are some kids there that just need looking after, okay?
but, uh… it'll do.
And we do not know where he's been these lost years.
-[Steve] Whoa, no, no, no. What? -Nope.
[Vecna breathing heavily]
[disoriented grunting]
[chuckles]
[breathing heavily]
Victor-Two-Sierra, this is Charlie-Lima-Golf.
Our home.
He'll kill you.
[discomforting slithering]
It's dangerous!
-What happened? -Gotta go.
-Shit! -Shit! I can't! I can't hold it!
No! You son of a bitch!
[gentle, emotional music continues]
Them!
Oh Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ.
But once they're gone,
you said you believed he was always alive in the darkness.
[gun cocks]
but, as far as we know,
[Hopper grunting]
I'll bet you he's back in that attic, physical body defenseless.
[Murray] Uh, I hate to interrupt,
with Dr. Owens.
[wind rushing]
[planks clatter]
["Fire and Rain" by James Taylor playing]
You can't.
♪ You know I still love you ♪
you will need to do more than walk.
See? Not so scary.
-[Eleven breathes shakily] -Okay. Okay.
What are you doing?
I knew… I knew that was him.
[unsettling music playing]
I only ask because he's…
And neither are you.
but now I'm wanted for murder,
[threatening music playing]
No, Mike, we need to get to Hawkins tonight.
[insidious hissing]
You're the hero of Hawkins.
[guard in Russian] Lower your weapons.
You're sure you wanna do this?
-[monitor beeping] -[panting]
Stop her. And the rest of them
An army?
[horn honking]
Yes.
You two getting along?
[breathing shakily]
He's a number like Eleven,
[grunts]
[music stops abruptly]
Hey, Sinclairs.
Three! Two! One!
They're planning to kill him.
You and I are going to complete our work together.
I can survive again.