Back to dark and stormy Squamash, where it's always foggy and grim and people have been unhappy since the beginning of time. A multitude of cars, including Sheriff Shifty's, pull up in front of a lone cabin in the woods. Shifty and his posse gather around the outside of the cabin, their dogs straining at their leashes. It's a regular mob -- I wonder where they put their torches. A sad oboe plays on the soundtrack. The fog billows. It's almost evocative. Everyone stands around, soaking up the atmosphere. A blonde woman comes out of the cabin and eyes the mob. "It's dead. You know that. Dead and buried," she tells Shifty. The dogs yelp. Shifty snorts, and tells The Blonde that he knows she's lying, and that they've "come for it." As if on cue, Kevin comes tramping through the underbrush, grunting and yelping in his man-beasty Belvederean way. Shifty and the posse let the dogs go, giving chase. Kevin trips on something, but pulls himself up and keeps running. He's wearing what look like leather pants. Hey, just because your face looks like hell, that's no reason to give up on the rest of your look. Just as Kevin starts to gain some steam, he stumbles into a trap set, presumably, by Shifty and the posse (such a great band, by the way), and is caught up in a net like some kind of animal. Kevin yelps and gags as the posse drags him back to the cars. The blonde pleads with Shifty for mercy on Kevin's behalf, but he's having none of it. The posse loads Kevin, net and all, into back of Shifty's van, and drive off.