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Stranger Things - 2016 | Dialogue / Image Gallery

Chapter One: The Vanishing of Will Byers


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November 6th, 1983 Hawkins, Indiana. . . Hawkins National Laboratory. . . Crickets chirping.


A heavy metal door flies open. A scientist is running for his life to the elevator. Alarm blaring. . . Panting. . . Elevator descending. . . Elevator dings. . . Breathing heavily. . . Low growling. . . Screaming.


The Wheelers' home. Four kids - Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Dustin Henderson, and Lucas Sinclair, are playing Dungeons and Dragons.

Mike: Something is coming. Something hungry for blood. A shadow grows on the wall behind you, swallowing you in darkness. It is almost here.

Will: What is it?

Dustin: What if it's the Demogorgon? Oh Jesus, we're so screwed if it's the Demogorgon.

Lucas: It's not the Demogorgon.

Mike: An army of troglodytes charge into the chamber!

Dustin: Troglodytes?


Lucas: Told ya.

Mike: Wait a minute. Did you hear that? That sound? Boom... boom... Boom! That didn't come from the troglodytes. No, that came from something else......The Demogorgon!

Dustin: We're in deep shit.

Mike: Will, your action!

Will: I don't know!

Lucas: Fireball him!


Will: I'd have to roll a 13 or higher!

Dustin: Too risky. Cast a protection spell.

Lucas: Don't be a pussy. Fireball him!

Dustin: Cast protection.

Mike: The Demogorgon is tired of your silly human bickering! It stomps towards you. Boom!

Lucas: Fireball him!

Mike: Another stomp, boom!


Dustin: Cast protection.

Mike: He roars in anger!

Will (rolls dice): Fireball!

A die falls on the floor.

Mike: Oh shit.

Lucas: Where'd it go? Where is it?

Will: I don't know!

Dustin: Is it a 13?

Will: I don't know!

Lucas: Where is it?

Dustin: Oh, my God!


At the top of the basement stairs, Mike's mother calls down to him.

Karen: Mike!

Dustin: Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Lucas: Can you find it yet?

Will: No, I can't find it!

Karen: Mike!

Dustin: Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Mike: Mom, we're in the middle of a campaign!

Lucas: Oh, my God! Freaking idiot!

Will: Why do we have to go?


Mike: Mom, wait, just 20 more minutes!

Karen: It's a school night, Michael. I just put Holly to bed. You can finish next weekend.

Mike: But that'll ruin the flow!

Karen: Michael!

Mike: I'm serious, Mom. The campaign took two weeks to plan. How was I supposed to know it was gonna take ten hours?

Karen: You've been playing for ten hours?

Mike: Dad, don't you think that 20 more . . .

Ted (fidgeting with the TV antenna: I think you should listen to your mother. . . Dang dumb piece of junk.

Will: Oh, I got it! Does the seven count?

Lucas: It was a seven? Did Mike see it?

Will shakes his head, no.

Lucas: Then it doesn't count.

Dustin (holding pizza box): Yo, hey, guys. Does anyone want this?

Will and Lucas: No.

Nancy: Yeah. No, I don't think... Yeah, he's cute... Barb, no, I don't think so... Barb, you're not...


Dustin: Hey, Nancy. There's a slice left if you want it. Sausage and pepperoni!

Nancy: Hold on.

Nancy shuts her bedroom door in Dustin's face. A moment later, Dustin joins the boys outside.

Dustin: There's something wrong with your sister.

Mike: What are you talking about?

Dustin: She's got a stick up her butt.

Lucas: Yeah. It's because she's been dating that douchebag, Steve Harrington.

Dustin: Yeah, she's turning into a real jerk.

Mike: She's always been a real jerk.


Dustin: Nuh-uh, she used to be cool. Like that time she dressed up as an elf for our Elder tree campaign.

Mike: Four years ago!

Dustin: Just saying.

Lucas: Later.


Will: It was a seven.

Mike: Huh?

Will: The roll, it was a seven. The Demogorgon, it got me. See you tomorrow.


After the three ride a ways, Luca splits off to head to his house.

Lucas: Good night, ladies.

Dustin: Kiss your mom 'night for me.

Dustin: Race you back to my place? Winner gets a comic.

Will: Any comic?

Dustin: Yeah.

Dustin: Hey! Hey! I didn't say "go"! . . . Get back here! . . . I'm gonna kill you!

Will: I'll take your X-Men 134!

Dustin: Son of a bitch.


Now riding alone, Will rides near a fenced-in area with a sign that reads, "Hawkins National Laboratory - U.S. Department of Energy - Restricted Area - No Trespassing - U.S. Government Property."


He notices his bicycle light is flickering. Will panics and crashes his bike into a ditch when he sees a dark figure blocking his path.


Seeing the dark figure approaching him, Will abandons his bike and races home. He enters his house, but no one is home except their barking dog.

Will: Mom? Jonathan? Mom?


Will looks out the window and sees the dark figure approaching the house.


He dials 911 on the wall phone.

Will (on phone): Hello? . . . Hello?

Nothing but static and strange sounds.


Will runs out the back and into the tool shed.


He frantically loads a rifle with ammo. Will aims the rifle at the shed door, breathing shakily. . .


Growling. . . There is movement behind him, he turns to look. . . Indistinct screeching. . . Will looks terrified. . . Screeching intensifies. The shed's light fixture glows brightly . . . then silence.


The shed is now empty. . . Fade to black.


The home of Hawkins Sheriff Jim Hopper, he is sleeping. The TV is on.

TV Reporter 1: And that's it for News Center this morning. Thanks for joining us. Let's hand off now to Liz at the news desk.

TV Reporter 2: All right, thank you, Donna. Turning now to local news, we're getting reports of surges and power outages all across the county. Last night, hundreds of homes in East Hawkins were affected, leaving many residents in the dark. The cause of the outage is still unknown. We reached out to Roane County Water and Electric, and a spokesperson says that they are confident power will be restored to all remaining homes within the next several hours.

Dog barking. . . Hopper sighs. . . Groans. . . Watch beeps. Hopper steps outside on his deck. . . Lighter flicks. . . Hoppers inhales and exhales deeply.

Hopper: Mmm.

Hopper Groans. . . Exhales. . . Sighs. He prepares for work, takes a swig of his Schlitz, and leaves with the TV still on.

TV Reporter: In other news, you might wanna stay home tonight or at least pack an umbrella. We turn to everybody's favorite morning weather guy, Charles.


The Byers' home. . . Birds chirping.

Joyce: Where the hell are they? Jonathan?

Jonathan: Check the couch!

Joyce: Ugh, I did. Oh Got them. Okay, sweetie, I will see you tonight.

Jonathan: Yeah, see you later.

Joyce: Where's Will?

Jonathan: Oh, I didn't get him up yet. He's probably still sleeping.

Joyce: Jonathan, you have to make sure he's up!

Jonathan: Mom, I'm making breakfast.

Joyce: I told you this a thousand times. Will! Come on, honey. It's time to get up. He came home last night, right?

Jonathan: He's not in his room?

Joyce: Did he come home or not?

Jonathan: I don't know.

Joyce: You don't know?

Jonathan: No. I got home late. I was working.

Joyce: You were working?

Jonathan: Eric asked if I could cover. I said yeah. I just thought we could use the extra cash.

Joyce: Jonathan, we've talked about this.

Jonathan: I know, I know.

Joyce: You can't take shifts when I'm working.

Jonathan: Mom, it's not a big deal. Look, he was at the Wheelers' all day. I'm sure he just stayed over.

Joyce: I can't believe you. I can't believe you sometimes.


The Wheelers' house, the family having breakfast. Phone ringing.

Nancy: That's disgusting.

Mike: You're disgusting!

Karen: Hello?


Joyce: Hi, Karen. It's Joyce.

Karen: Oh, Joyce, hi.

Nancy: What the hell, Mike?

Ted: Hey!

Karen: Quiet!

Ted: Language.

Nancy: Are you kidding?


Joyce: Was that Will I heard back there?

Karen: Will? No, no, no, it's just Mike.

Joyce: Will didn't spend the night?

Karen: No, he left here a little bit after 8:00. Why? He's not home?

Joyce: You know what? I think he just left early for for school. Thank you so much. Bye.

Karen: Okay. Bye.


Hawkins Middle School.

Mike: That's weird. I don't see him.

Lucas: I'm telling you, his mom's right. He probably just went to class early again.

Dustin: Yeah, he's always paranoid Gursky's gonna give him another pop quiz.

Troy: Step right up, ladies and gentlemen. Step right up and get your tickets for the freak show. . . Who do you think would make more money in a freak show? Midnight, Frogface, or Toothless?


James (mimicking Dustin): I'd go with Toothless.

Dustin: I told you a million times, my teeth are coming in. It's called cleidocranial dysplasia.

James (mimicking Dustin): I told you a million times.

Troy: Do the arm thing.

James: Do it, freak!


Bones cracking. Troy and James groaning.

Troy: God, it gets me every time.

Lucas: Assholes.

Mike: I think it's kinda cool. It's like you have superpowers or something. Like Mr. Fantastic.

Dustin: Yeah, except I can't fight evil with it.


Hawkins High School. School bell ringing.

Barb: So, did he call?

Nancy: Keep your voice down.


Barb: Did he?

Nancy: I told you, it's not like that. Okay, I mean, yes, he likes me, but not like that. We just made out a couple times.

Barb: "We just... made out a couple times." Nance, seriously, you're gonna be so cool now, it's ridiculous.

Nancy: No, I'm not.


Barb: You better still hang out with me, that's all I'm saying. If you become friends with Tommy H. or Carol . . .

Nancy: Oh, that's gross! Okay, I'm telling you, it was a one-time . . . two-time thing.

Nancy finds a note in her locker, "Meet me. Bathroom - Steve"

Barb: You were saying?


Nancy: Steve.

Steve: Mmm-hmm?

Nancy: I have to go.

Steve: In a minute.

Nancy: Steve. I really, like . . . Seriously, I have to go.

Steve: Wait, wait, wait. Let's . . . Come on, let's do something tonight, yeah?

Nancy: No, I can't. I have to study for Kaminsky's test.

Steve: Oh, come on. What's your GPA again? 3.999.


Nancy: Kaminsky's tests are impossible.

Steve: Well, then, just let me help.

Nancy: You failed chem.

Steve: C-minus.

Nancy: Well, in that case . . .

Steve: So I'll be over around, say, like, 8:00?

Nancy: Are you crazy? My mom would not . . .

Steve: I'll climb through your window. She won't even know I'm there. I'm stealthy, like a ninja.

Nancy: You are crazy.

Steve: Wait, wait, wait. Just . . . Okay, forget about that. We can just, like, chill in my car. We can find a nice quiet place to park, and . . .


Nancy: Steve, I have to study. I'm not kidding.

Steve: Well, why do you think I want it to be nice and quiet?

Nancy: You're an idiot, Steve Harrington. . . Meet me at Dearborn and Maple at 8:00. To study.


Hopper arrives at the Hawkins Police Department. Already there are Flo, Officer Powell, and Officer Callahan.

Flo: Good of you to show.

Hopper: Oh, hey, morning, Flo. Morning, everybody.

Powell: Hey, Chief.

Callahan: Damn! You look like hell, Chief.

Hopper: Oh, yeah?

Callahan: Yeah.

Hopper: Well, I looked better than your wife when I left her this morning.


Flo: While you were drinking or sleeping, or whatever it is you deemed so necessary on Monday morning, Phil Larson called. Said some kids are stealing the gnomes out of his garden again.

Hopper: Oh, those garden gnomes again. Well, I'll tell you what, I'm gonna get right on that.

Flo: On a more pressing matter, Joyce Byers can't find her son this morning.

Hopper: Mmm. Okay, I'm gonna get on that. Just give me a minute.

Flo: Joyce is very upset.

Hopper: Well, Flo, Flo, we've discussed this. Mornings are for coffee and contemplation.

Flo: Chief, she's already in your . . .

Hopper: Coffee and contemplation, Flo!


Joyce: I have been waiting here over an hour, Hopper.

Hopper: And I apologize, again.

Joyce: I'm going out of my mind!

Hopper: Look, boy his age, he's probably just playing hookie, okay?

Joyce: No, not my Will. He's not like that. He wouldn't do that.


Hopper: Well, you never know. I mean, my mom thought I was on the debate team, when really I was just screwing Chrissy Carpenter in the back of my dad's Oldsmobile, so . . .

Joyce: Look, he's not like you, Hopper. He's not like me. He's not like most. He has a couple of friends, but, you know, the kids, they're mean. They make fun of him. They call him names. They laugh at him, his clothes . . .

Hopper: His clothes? What's wrong with his clothes?

Joyce: I don't know. Does that matter?

Hopper: Maybe.

Joyce: Look, he's . . he's a sensitive kid. Lonnie . . . Lonnie used to say he was queer. Called him a fag.

Hopper: Is he?

Joyce: He's missing is what he is.

Hopper: When was the last time you heard from Lonnie?


Joyce: Last I heard, he was in Indianapolis. That was about a year ago. But he has nothing to do with this.

Hopper: Why don't you give me his number?

Joyce: You know, Hopper, he has nothing to do with this. Trust me.

Hopper: Joyce, 99 out of 100 times, kid goes missing, the kid is with a parent or relative.

Joyce: What about the other time?

Hopper: What?

Joyce: You said, "99 out of 100." What about the other time, the one?

Hopper: Joyce.

Joyce: The one!

Hopper: Joyce, this is Hawkins, okay? You wanna know the worst thing that's ever happened here in the four years I've been working here? Do you wanna know the worst thing? It was when an owl attacked Eleanor Gillespie's head because it thought that her hair was a nest.

Joyce: Okay, fine. I will call Lonnie. He will talk to me before he talks to . . .

Hopper: What, a pig?

Joyce: A cop! Just find my son, Hop. Find him!


Hawkins National Laboratory. Dr. Martin Brenner waiting on visitors.

Man 1: Dr. Brenner.


Scientist: This way, gentlemen. The entire east wing will be evacuated within the hour. We've sealed off this area following quarantine protocol.


Man 1: This is where it came from?

Man 2: Yes.

Man 1: And the girl?


Brenner: She can't have gone far.


At the edge of the woods, a barefoot little girl in a hospital gown is watching Benny Hammond at a local restaurant, dumping trash in a bin. Moments later inside, Benny approaches some customers.

Benny: All right, and one more.

Earl: Hey, Ben. What do you think about that . . .


Benny: Hey, I don't know. I don't know.

Earl: I don't know, 37 points per game average . . .

Benny: Thirty-seven now, but . . .

Earl: Mr. Basket.


The child sneaks into the kitchen and gobbles up fries left on the cook's counter. Benny notices and shouts at her.

Benny: Hey! Come here!

She grabs the basket of fries and takes off. Benny catches her and realizes . . .

Benny: You think you can steal from me, boy? . . . What in the hell?


Hawkins Middle School. Mr. Scott Clarke's class has just ended.

Clarke: Remember, finish chapter 12 and answer 12. 3 on the difference between an experiment and other forms of science investigation. This will be on the test, which will cover chapters 10 through 12. It will be multiple choice with an essay section.

Mike: So, did it come?

Clarke: Sorry, boys. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but . . . it came.

A moment later in the AV Room.

Mike: Yes!

Clarke: The Heathkit ham shack.

Mike: Whoa.

Clarke: Ain't she a beaut?

Dustin: I bet you can talk to New York on this thing.

Clarke: Think bigger.

Lucas: California?

Clarke: Bigger.

Mike: Australia?

Lucas: Oh, man! When Will sees this, he's totally gonna blow his shit.

Clarke: Lucas!

Lucas: Sorry.

Mike (in Australian accent): Hello, this is Mike Wheeler, president of Hawkins Middle AV Club.

Dustin grabs the headphones and takes over the microphone.

Mike: What are you doing?


Dustin (in Australian accent): Hello, this is Dustin, and this is the secretary and treasurer of Hawkins Middle AV Club. Do you eat kangaroos for breakfast?

Principal Coleman: Sorry to interrupt, but may I borrow Michael, Lucas and Dustin?


The three boys are taken to Principal Coleman's office where Hopper and Officer Phil Callahan are waiting on them. . . Overlapping chatter.

Hopper: Okay, okay, okay. One at a time, all right? You. You said he takes what?

Mike: Mirkwood.

Hopper: Mirkwood?

Mike: Yeah.

Hopper: Have you ever heard of Mirkwood?

Callahan: I have not. That sounds made up to me.

Lucas: No, it's from Lord of the Rings.

Dustin: Well, The Hobbit.

Lucas: It doesn't matter.

Dustin: He asked.

Lucas (mockingly): "He asked!"

Mike: Shut up, guys!

Hopper: Hey, hey, hey! What'd I just say?

Lucas (to Dustin): Shut up.

Hopper: One at a damn time. You.

Mike: Mirkwood, it's a real road. It's just the name that's made up. It's where Cornwallis and Kerley meet.

Hopper: Yeah, all right, I think I know that . . .

Mike: We can show you, if you want.

Hopper: I said that I know it!


Mike: We can help look.

Dustin: Yeah.

Hopper: No.

The three boys clamoring.

Hopper: No. After school, you are all to go home. Immediately. That means no biking around looking for your friend, no investigating, no nonsense. This isn't some Lord of the Rings book.

Dustin: The Hobbit.

Lucas (smacks Dustin): Shut up!

Dustin (smacks back): Hey!

Mike: Stop it!

Hopper: Do I make myself clear? . . . Do I make myself . . . clear?

Mike and Dustin: Yes, sir.

Lucas: Yeah.




A flashback of Joyce and Will at his play fort, "Castle Byers."

Joyce: Ring-a-ding-ding! Anybody home?

Will: Password?

Joyce: Rada . . Radaga . . Radagast?

Will: Yeah. You may enter.

Joyce: Thank you, sir. So, guess what? I got off early and . . . Ta-da! Poltergeist.

Will: I thought I wasn't allowed to see it.

Joyce: I changed my mind. As long as you don't have nightmares for a week.

Will: No, I won't. I don't get scared like that anymore.

Joyce: Oh, yeah? Not even of clowns?

Will: No.

Joyce: What about my witch?

Will: No. Mom

Joyce: Ooh . . .

Will: I'm not five anymore.

Joyce: But Will Byers I'm going to cook you up in my . . .

Will: Stop. That's so stupid. Mom!


Back to present, Joyce and Jonathan in the woods near Castle Byers searching for Will.

Joyce and Jonathan (shouting repeatedly): Will!

Joyce: Where are you?


Benny's restaurant . . .

Benny: Geez. Your parents forget to feed you? Is that why you ran away? They hurt you? You went to the hospital, you got scared, you ran off, you wound up here, is that it?

Benny takes away the food . . .

Benny: All right. I'll give this back, all right? And you can have as much as you want. All right? Maybe even some ice cream. But you gotta answer a few of my questions first, all right? We got a deal? All right, let's start with the easy stuff. All right? My name's Benny. Benny Hammond.


Benny reaches for her hand to shake it, she pulls back.

Benny: See? Like this. Here. I got you. Don't worry. It's okay. Nice to meet you, yeah. And you are? Eleven? What's that mean? What's it mean?

Girl: No.

Benny: Well, I'll be damned. She speaks. "No"? No, what? . . . All right. I guess no more food, then.

Girl: Eleven.

Benny: Yeah. What's it mean?

Girl (pointing to herself): Eleven.

Benny: All right, then. Here you go. . . Take it easy, take it easy.

Moments later, Benny is looking up the Social Services Hotline and calls them.

Benny: Yeah, look, all I know is that she's scared to death. Yeah, I think maybe she's been abused or kidnapped or something. . . Yeah, it'd be great if someone would come by. . . Yeah, we're at 4819 Randolph Lane. . . Yeah, Randolph.


While Benny is on the phone, a rattling fan catches Eleven's attention. She stares intensely at the fan and it shuts off.


Hopper, Callahan, and Powell wander the road and the woods within the vicinity of Will's path to home.

Callahan: Will Byers?

Powell: Will!

Callahan: Will Byers? Come on, kid!

Powell: Will!


Hopper: Hey! I got something.

Callahan: That his bike?

Hopper: Yeah, he must have crashed.

Callahan: You think he got hurt in the fall?


Hopper: Not so hurt he couldn't walk away. Bike like this is like a Cadillac to these kids. He would've walked it home.


Hawkins National Laboratory. A shot of the satellite dishes - radio frequencies tuning. Laboratory staff are monitoring phone calls.

Various phone conversations: . . . get off work if I win. . . Oh, Friday I'm supposed to . . . but we will cover whatever the damages are to your property. . . It's just . . . That's for sure.

Overlapping conversations. . . Line ringing. . . A staff member is monitoring Joyce's phone call.

Joyce: Is Lonnie there?

Cynthia: Lonnie isn't here right now.

Joyce: Can you please put him on . . .

Cynthia: I told you, Lonnie's not here.

Joyce: Who is this?

Cynthia: His girlfriend, Cynthia.

Joyce: Cynthia.

Cynthia: Who the hell is this?

Joyce: Cynthia, this is Joyce.

Cynthia: Who? Lonnie's ex-wife. I really need to speak to him . . .

Cynthia: Lonnie's not here.

Joyce: Can you please put . . .

Cynthia: No! Why don't you call back later?


Jonathan is making posters while Joyce talks on the phone.

Joyce: No, not later. Now! Can . . . Bitch!

Jonathan: Mom.

Joyce: What?

Jonathan: You have to stay calm.

Joyce dials Lonnie's number again.

Recording Machine: Hey, you've reached Lonnie. Leave a message and I'll holler right back at ya.

Joyce: Lonnie, some teenager just hung up on me. Will is is missing. I don't know where he is. I need I just need you to call me back, please, just . . . Damn it! Damn it!

Jonathan: Mom?

Joyce: What?

Jonathan: Cops.


Hopper and the officers arrive. He pulls out Will's bike from his truck. Joyce looks worried. A moment later inside. . .

Joyce: It was just lying there?

Hopper: Yeah. Cal?

Hopper points for Powell to search an area of the house.

Joyce: Did it have any blood on it, or . . .

Hopper: No, no, no, no, no. Phil?

Hopper points for Callahan to search another area of the house.

Jonathan: If you found the bike out there, why are you here?

Hopper: Well, he had a key to the house, right?

Jonathan: Yeah.

Hopper: So maybe he came home.

Joyce: You think I didn't check my own house?

Hopper (looking at damage on the wall): I'm not saying that. Has this always been here?

Joyce: What? I don't know. Probably. I mean, I have two boys. Look at this place.

Hopper: You're not sure?


Hopper steps out to the back yard, the dog is barking.

Hopper: Hey. . . Hey, what's up with this guy, huh?

Joyce: Nothing, he's probably just hungry. Come on.


Hopper enters the tool shed and inspects the interior. He notices the box of ammo and the rifle missing from the wall rack. The light flickers and goes out, leaving him in the dark. He grabs a flashlight nearby and inspects a damaged area, like a forced opening. The light flickers back on as Callahan enters, startling Hopper.

Callahan: Hey!

Hopper: Jesus!

Callahan: What are you, deaf? I've been calling you. What's going on? Hello? Are you sure you're okay, Chief?

Hopper: Listen, I want you to call Flo. I want to get a search party together, all right? All the volunteers she can muster. Bring flashlights, too.

Callahan: Hey, you think we got a problem here?


Dinner time at the Wheelers' home . . .

Mike: We should be out there right now. We should be helping look for him.

Karen: We've been over this, Mike. The chief says . . .

Mike: I don't care what the chief said.

Karen: Michael!

Mike: We have to do something. Will can be in danger.


Karen: More reason to stay put.

Mike: Mom!

Karen: End of discussion.

Nancy: So me and Barbara are gonna study at her house tonight. That's cool, right?

Karen: No, not cool.

Nancy: What? Why not?

Karen: Why do you think? Am I speaking Chinese in this house? Until we know Will is okay, no one leaves.


Nancy: This is such bullshit.

Ted: Language.

Nancy: So we're under house arrest? Just because Mike's friend got lost on the way home from . . .

Mike: Wait, this is Will's fault?

Karen: Nancy, take that back.


Nancy: No!

Mike: You're just pissed off 'cause you wanna hang out with Steve.

Ted: Steve?

Karen: Who is Steve?

Mike: Her new boyfriend.

Nancy: You are such a douchebag, Mike!

Ted: Language!

Karen: Nancy, come back. Come back! It's okay. It's okay, Holly. Here, have some juice, okay?

Ted: You see, Michael? You see what happens?

Mike: What happens when what? I'm the only one acting normal here! I'm the only one that cares about Will!

Ted: That is really unfair, son. We care.

Karen: Mike!

Ted: Let him go.

Karen: I hope you're enjoying your chicken, Ted.

Ted: What did I do? Hey! What'd I doooo?


A search party has been gathered and combing the woods.

Boy: Will!

Man 1: Will Byers!

Man 2: Will!

Woman: Will, we're here for you, bud!

Mr. Clarke: He's a good student.

Hopper: What?

Mr. Clarke: Will. He's a good student. Great one, actually. I don't think we've met. Scott Clarke. Teacher, Hawkins Middle. Earth and biology.

Hopper: I always had a distaste for science.

Mr. Clarke: Well, maybe you had a bad teacher.

Hopper: Yeah, Ms. Ratliff was a piece of work.

Mr. Clarke: Ratliff? You bet. She's still kicking around, believe it or not.

Hopper: Oh, I believe it. Mummies never die, so they tell me. Sarah, my daughter. Galaxies, the universe, whatnot. She always understood all that stuff. I always figured there was enough going on down here, I never needed to look elsewhere.

Mr. Clarke: Your daughter, what grade is she? Maybe I'll get her in my class.

Hopper: No, she lives with her mom in the city. Thanks for coming out, Teach. We really appreciate it.

Hopper walks on forward, a woman approaches Mr. Clarke.

Woman: She died a few years back.

Mr. Clarke: Sorry?

Woman: His kid.


Mike: Lucas, do you copy? It's Mike. Lucas?

Lucas: Hey, it's Lucas.

Mike: I know it's you. And say "over" when you're done talking so I know when you're done. Over.

Lucas: I'm done. Over.

Mike: I'm worried about Will. Over.

Lucas: Yeah. This is crazy. Over.

Mike: I was thinking, Will could've cast Protection last night, but he didn't. He cast Fireball. Over.

Lucas: What's your point? Over.

Mike: My point is he could've played it safe, but he didn't. He put himself in danger to help the party. Over.

Lucas: Meet me in ten. Over and out.


Mike takes off on his bike and notices Steve climbing up to Nancy's window. Steve taps on Nancy's bedroom window . . .

Nancy: What are you doing here? I told you on the phone, I'm under house arrest now.

Steve: I figured we'd just study here.

Nancy: No. No way.

Steve: Oh, come on. I can't have you failing this test.

Steve awkwardly struggles through the window.

Steve:So just bear with me. . . What'd I tell you? Ninja.


Back at Benny's restaurant . . .

Benny: You like that ice cream, huh? Smile looks good on you. You know, smile?

Eleven shows a faint smile, but is startled from a knock on the front door.

Benny: All right. You just sit tight. Whoever it is, I'll tell 'em to go away real quick, all right? . . . Yeah, yeah, yeah . . .


Connie Frazier at the door.

Benny: Hey, can I help you?

Connie: Hi, you must be Benny Hammond.

Benny: I'm afraid I am. I'm afraid we're closed for the evening, too. So try back tomorrow morning.

Connie: Connie Frazier. Social Services.

Benny: Ah, Social Services. My apologies. I didn't expect you so soon. That's a heck of a drive.

Connie: Not too bad this time of night.

Benny: Hey, listen, I haven't told her that you're coming yet. I didn't want her running off again. She's a tad skittish.

Connie: Children I work with usually are.

Benny: Right, right.

Connie: So, where is she?

Benny: Right. She's in the kitchen. Come on up. I'll introduce you.

Connie: Thank you.


Benny: Sorry again for trying to turn you away there.

Connie: It's fine.

Benny: You know, it's funny. Your voice sounds different on the . . .

Connie pulls out a gun with a silencer and puts a bullet in Benny's head. Eleven gasps and takes off for the back door, but she is cut off by two agents. Dr. Brenner and more agents arrive and hear commotion in the back. They find the agents lying on the floor and bloodied, presumed dead. Brenner steps outside and sees nothing but the woods.


Mike, Lucas, and Dustin riding their bikes on the road in the woods. Thunder rumbling, Dustin feels rain drops.

Lucas: Ah, man. This is it.

Dustin: Hey, guys. You feel that? I think maybe we should go back.

Mike: No. We're not going back. Just stay close. Come on. Just stay on channel six. Don't do anything stupid.

Thunder rumbles again.

Dustin: Hey, guys, wait up. Wait up!


Nancy's bedroom . . .

Steve: "Which polymers occur naturally?"

Nancy: Starch and cellulose.

Steve: Mmm. "In a molecule of CH4, the hydrogen atoms are spatially oriented towards the centers of . . ."

Nancy: Tetrahedrons.

Steve: Wow. Jesus, how many of these did you make?

Nancy: You said you wanted to help.

Steve: How about this? How about every time that you get something right, I have to take off an item of clothing. But every time that you get something wrong . . .

Nancy: Pass.

Steve: Oh, come on. Come on.

Nancy: No.

Steve: Come on. It'll be fun.

Nancy: No.

Steve: "During fractional distillation, hydrocarbons are separated according to their . . ."

Nancy: Melting point.

Steve: Ooh, it's boiling points.

Nancy: That's what I meant.

Steve: Yeah, that's not what you said.

Nancy: No.

Steve: No? Oh, do you need Do you need help, or . . .

Steve begins kissing her, moving her to lie on the bed.

Nancy: No. Steve. Steve, come on.

Steve: What?

Nancy: Are you crazy? My parents are here.

Steve: That's weird, I don't see them.

Nancy: Was this your plan all along? To get in my room and then get another notch on your belt.

Steve: No. Nancy, no.

Nancy: I'm not Laurie, or Amy, or Becky.

Steve: You mean, you're not a slut.

Nancy: That's not what I'm saying.

Steve: You know, you're so cute when you lie.

Nancy: Shut up.


Steve: Bad Steve. Bad. Don't do that to Miss Nancy.

Nancy: You're an idiot, Steve Harrington.

Steve: You are beautiful, Nancy Wheeler. . . "Compared to the rate of inorganic reactions, the rate of organic reactions is generally . . ."


The Byers' home . . .

Joyce: Jonathan, wow. You took these? These are great. Wow, they really are. I know I haven't been there for you. I've been working so hard and I just feel bad. I don't even barely know what's going on with you. All right? I am sorry about that. Hey, what is it? What is it, honey?

Jonathan: Nothing.

Joyce: Tell me. Tell me. Come on. You can . . .

Jonathan: No. It's just I should've been there for him.

Joyce: No. Oh, no. You can't do that to yourself. This was not your fault. Do you hear me? He is close. I know it. I feel it in my heart. You just have to . . . You have to trust me on this, okay?

Jonathan: Yeah.

Joyce: Oh, look at this. Look at this one. Look at this one. I mean, that's it, right?

Jonathan: Yeah.

Joyce: That's it. That's the one.

Joyce races to the phone as it rings.

Joyce: Hello? Hello? Lonnie?

Jonathan: Dad?

Joyce: Hopper? Who is this? Will? Will?

Jonathan: It's Will? Mom, it's Will?

Joyce hears breathing and then strange sounds.

Joyce: Who is this? What have you done to my boy?

Jonathan: What? What?

Joyce: Give me back my son!

Joyce drops the reciever when a tiny arc of electricity shoots out of the mouthpiece.

Jonathan: Hello? Hello, who is this? Hello? Who is this? . . . Mom, who was it? Who was it, Mom?

Joyce: It was him.

Jonathan: Look at me, Mom. Was it Will?

Joyce: Yes.

Jonathan: What did he say?

Joyce: He just breathed. He just breathed.

Jonathan: And was someone else there? Mom, who was there? Who was it?

Joyce: It was him. I know it was his breathing. I know it was his breathing.



Back to the boys in the woods . . .

Mike: Will! . . . Will!

Lucas: Byers!

Dustin: I've got your X-Men 134! Guys, I really think we should turn back.

Lucas: Seriously, Dustin? You wanna be a baby, then go home already!

Dustin: I'm just being realistic, Lucas!

Lucas: No, you're just being a big sissy!

Dustin: Did you ever think Will went missing because he ran into something bad? And we're going to the exact same spot where he was last seen? And we have no weapons or anything?

Mike: Dustin, shut up.

Dustin: I'm just saying, does that seem smart to you?


Mike: Shut up. Shut up. Did you guys hear that?





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