Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No!
Listen,
I mean, we can only learn so much in a classroom.
The police chief blamed the attacks on a wildcat.
We've been doing our Victor Creel homework, and, uh…
Do not startle him.
Broken…
"He and my mom started getting into fights."
Why not?
Max, Max. Seriously.
-All right. You guys ready? -Yeah.
"I'm sorry."
-What'd I tell ya? -Wow.
-Max! -You gotta get outta there!
This demon,
I shoot, you run!
Just listen to me. Just, please.
But then…
who was she?
Uh, we're just… We were supposed to go out and--
-It's me! -Lucas?
Oh my God!
-…we have a plan.
Dead animals,
-Dinosaurs? What are we-- -Okay.
Okay, now your turn.
-Would you get the door? -I'm busy!
And coming here was our last-ditch effort to save our thesis.
Yes! Good morning at 12:00! Let's drive a 2003 Honda Accord.
-Let's hope not.
Okay?
May I call you Anthony? These aren't my clothes.
-Go, go, go, go, go! -Stop! Get out of the car.
-I got you. I got you good.
Alone?
Yeah. Yeah.
Give me a second. Shit.
While I was away,
It's okay, sweetie. It's okay. Come here.
So we called Pennhurst Asylum, told them we'd like to speak with Creel
You two seem very nice, very trustworthy people.
And there's something rather urgent I need to check on anyway, so…
-I know this is hard-- -You don't know anything!
Okay, then why do you keep pushing me away?
-Ah! -Hey!
-Let's go!
No. I don't know.
buried somewhere deep,
-Thank you so much, Dr. Hatch. -Thank you.
Max
you know you can talk to me.
and whatever you didn't say, you can say it to her then.
Robin, where the hell are you? This is a code red. I repeat, a code red!
Would you like to join them?
And I really… I can't breathe in this thing.
It's just that, um…
it will jeopardize Eleven.
Letters? I… I don't understand.
This is one of our more popular areas. The listening room.
It was here.
"For a while, I tried to be happy."
Nightmares.
-Max, come on. -Max?
Very soon.
Victor?
-Shit! Shit! -Go! Run!
-Drive! -Okay!
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We don't look the part or whatever. But can I tell you a story?
No, I don't need you to reassure me and tell me it's all gonna work out.
Best friends.
Robin Buckley.
and a Harvard visiting scholar, okay?
Just stay there.
We need to know how you survived that night.