Joyce (yelling, grunts): Let me out of here! Somebody, please! . . . Let me out!
Door unlocking. . . Joyce breathing heavily.
Brenner: Your son. We know you've been in contact with him.
Joyce (stammering): You have to let me . . .
Brenner: When and how did you make contact with him?
Joyce: What?
Brenner: Hmm? . . . Six.
Joyce: What?
Brenner: Six. Six people have been taken this week. This thing that took your son, we don't really understand it, but its behavior is predictable. Like all animals, it eats. It will take more sons. More daughters. I want to save them. I want to save your son, but I can't do that. Not without your help.
Joyce: Stop. I know who you are. I know what you've done. You took my boy away from me! You left him in that place to die! You faked his death! We had a funeral. We buried him. And now you're asking for my help? . . . Go to hell.
Electricity crackling . . . Hopper groaning, breathing heavily.
Lead Agent: Okay, now what do you know?
Hopper: I'm sorry. Did I stutter? I told you. Everything.
Electricity crackling.
Connie: What do you know?
Hopper (panting): I know you do experiments on kidnapped little kids, whose parents' brains you've turned to mush. And I know you went a little too far this time and you messed up in a big way. I mean, you really messed up, didn't you? Big time. That's why you're trying to cover your tracks. You killed Benny Hammond, you faked Will Byers' death. You made it look like that little girl just ran away. See, I told you. I know everything.
Lead Agent: All right, who are you working with?
Hopper (chuckles): Nobody. But I did give all this over to my friend at the Times. He's gonna blow this thing wide open.
Electricity crackling . . . groans . . . grunting.
Head of Security: You're just a junkie. A small town cop who had a really bad week. Took one too many pills this time.
Connie: You made a mistake coming back here.
Hopper: No, I didn't. Here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna let me and Joyce Byers go you're gonna give us anything we need, and we're gonna find her son. And then we're gonna forget that any of this ever happened.
Connie: Oh, is that right?
Hopper: Yeah. That's right.
Mike steps out the school gym.
Mike: Nancy? Jonathan?
Door closes.
Mike: They're gone.
Lucas: What?
Mike: Nancy and Jonathan. His car's gone.
Dustin: They're probably just sucking face somewhere.
Lucas: Gross.
Mike: No. No way!
Dustin: Did they go with the chief?
Mike: I don't know.
Eleven: No.
Mike: What? Did you see them? Do you know where they went?
Eleven: Yes.
Mike: Where? Where did they go?
Eleven: Demogorgon.
Nancy and Jonathan arrive at the Byers home and prepare - setting traps, making weapons, etc. Meanwhile, Hopper is seen in a small room. Dr. Brenner enters and hands a lighter and a pack of Camels to Hopper.
Brenner (sighs): Where's the girl?
Hopper inhales deeply, exhales.
Hopper: You gotta give me your word. Nobody's ever gonna find out about this. And those other three kids, those boys, you're gonna leave them alone. Then I'll tell you. Tell you where your little science experiment is.
Moments later, Hopper enters the room where Joyce is held, along with security guards. The free Joyce and they are escorted elsewhere.
Joyce (sighs, gasps): I don't understand.
Hopper: We came to an agreement.
Joyce: What?
Hopper: Look, everything that's happened here and everything that's gonna happen, we don't talk about. You want Will back? This place had nothing to do with it. That's the deal. You got it?
Joyce and Hopper are brought to a room with protective suits.
Hopper: What is this?
Technician: Protection. The atmosphere is toxic.
Joyce (stutters): But my son's in there. He . . .
Hopper: Put it on.
Connie: I'm telling you, this is a mistake.
Brenner: It's gone. Isn't that what you wanted?
Connie: And if they find the boy?
Brenner: That's not gonna happen.
Low growling . . . Joyce breathing heavily.
Hopper: Hey, you all right?
Joyce: Yeah.
Hopper (echoing): I need you to relax, okay? I want you to slow down your breathing, take deep breaths. In and out. Deep breath in and out. In and out. In and out.
Hopper has a flashback of his daughter, Sara, and his wife, Diane, in a park.
Hopper (growling): It's troll's favorite food! Princess!
Sara: No, Daddy! No, Daddy!
Hopper: Roasted princess with paprika and gravy!
Sara: No! No, Daddy. No, Daddy.
Hopper growling . . . Sarah breathing heavily.
Hopper: Whoa, hey! Hey.
Sarah breathing heavily.
Hopper: You all right?
Diane: What's going on?
Hopper: Whoa.
Diane: What happened? What happened?
Hopper: I don't know. I don't know. Hey, you all right? Whoa, whoa, whoa. Relax, relax. Honey, honey. Honey, just breathe. Breathe, breathe, breathe. In and out. Slow, slow, slow. In and out with me. In . . .
Hopper (to Joyce): You okay?
Joyce (breathing heavily): Yeah. Yeah.
Jonathan: Remember . . .
Nancy: Straight into Will's room. And . . .
Jonathan: Don't step on the trap.
Nancy: Wait for the yo-yo to move.
Jonathan: Then . . .
Jonathan ignites the lighter.
Jonathan: All right. You ready?
Nancy: Ready.
Jonathan: On three. One, two . . . You don't have to do this . . .
Nancy: Jonathan, stop talking.
Jonathan: I'm just saying, you don't have to . . .
Nancy: Three.
Mike: Guys, guys! This is crazy. We can't just wait around.
Lucas: Mike, in case you forgot, we're still fugitives. The bad men are still looking for us.
Dustin: Yeah, and we don't even know where your sister is.
Mike: El can find them.
Dustin: Mike, look at her. I still think we should stick to the chief's plan.
Lucas: Exactly. We stay here, keep El out of sight and keep her safe. That's the most important thing, remember? Besides, she's okay. She's with Jonathan.
Dustin: Yeah, and she's kind of a badass now, so . . .
Mike: Well, where are you going? You just said stick to the plan!
Dustin: I am. I'm just gonna go get some chocolate pudding. I'm telling you, Lunch Lady Phyllis hoards that shit.
Mike: Are you serious?
Dustin: El needs to be recharged!
Door opens, shuts . . . faint creaking.
Nancy: Did you hear that?
Jonathan: It's just the wind. Don't worry. My mom, she said the lights speak when it comes.
Nancy: Speak?
Jonathan: Blink. Think of them as alarms.
Nancy: Is that too tight?
Jonathan (stutters): No, it's fine. Thanks. . . Nancy?
Nancy: Yeah?
Banging on door, both gasp.
Steve: Jonathan? Are you there, man? It's Steve! Listen, I just want to talk!
Banging on door continues.
Nancy: Steve, listen to me.
Steve: Hey. Nancy, what . . .
Nancy: You need to leave.
Steve: I'm not trying to start anything, okay?
Nancy: I don't care about that. You need to leave.
Steve (stammering): No, no, no. Listen, I messed up, okay? I messed up. Okay? Really. Please. I just want to make things right. Okay? Please. Please. Hey, what happened to your hand? Is that blood?
Nancy (stutters): Nothing. It was an accident.
Steve: Yeah, what's going on?
Nancy: Nothing.
Steve: Wait a sec. Did he do this to you?
Nancy: No.
Steve: Nancy, let me in!
Nancy: No. No! No, Steve!
Steve: What is . . . What the . . .
Jonathan: You need to get out of here.
Steve: Whoa. What is all . . .
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Jonathan: Listen to me. I'm not asking you, I'm telling you, get out of here!
Steve: What is that smell? Is that gasoline?
Nancy: Steve, get out!
Steve (stutters): Wait. What? What is going on?
Nancy: You have five seconds to get out of here.
Steve: Okay, is this a joke? Stop. Put the gun down.
Nancy: I'm doing this for you.
Jonathan: Nancy.
Steve: Wait. Is this a . . . What is this?
Jonathan: Nancy.
Nancy: Three. Two.
Steve: No, no, no! No, no!
Jonathan: Nancy! The lights. It's here.
Steve: Wait, what's here?
Nancy: Where is it?
Steve: Where is what? Whoa! Easy with that!
Nancy: Where is it?
Jonathan: I don't know. I don't see it.
Steve: Where is what? Hello? Will someone please explain to me what the hell is going . . .
Monster roars.
Jonathan: No! Go! Go! Run! Go! Get out of here! Jump!
Steve: Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Jesus! Jesus! What the hell was that? What the hell was that?
Nancy and Jonathan: Shut up!
Monster screeching . . . all panting.
Nancy: What's it doing?
Jonathan: I don't know.
Electricity jolts.
Nancy: Do you hear anything?
Jonathan: No.
Door opening. They find no sight of the monster.
Joyce (echoing): Will! Will! Will! Will!
Hopper sees a stuffed toy similar to his daughter's . . . A flashback of Hopper reading a story to his sick daughter.
Hopper: "I asked Mrs. Spencer what made them red and she said she didn't know and for pity's sake not to ask her any more questions. She said I must have asked her a thousand already. I suppose I had, too, but how are you gonna find things out if you don't ask questions? And what does make roads red? 'Well, I don't know, ' said Matthew. It just makes me feel glad to be alive, it's such an interesting world. "
Joyce (yelling): Will!
Hopper: Will!
Steve (muttering): This is crazy. This is crazy. This is crazy. This is crazy! This is crazy! This is crazy!
Steve grabs the wall receiver, but Nancy takes it from him.
Steve: What are you doing? Are you insane?
Nancy: It's going to come back! So you need to leave. Right now.
Steve races to his car, but hesitates. . . Electricity pulsating.
Nancy: Where is it?
Jonathan: Come on. Come on, you son of a bitch. You see it?
Nancy: No. Where . . .
Jonathan: Come on. Where are you? Come on!
Low growling.
Nancy: Jonathan!
Growling . . . Jonathan yelps . . . groaning.
Nancy: Jonathan! Jonathan!
Monster growling. Nancy fires off rounds at the creature.
Nancy: Go to hell, you son of a bitch!
Sputters . . . gun clicking.
Suddenly Steve appears, beating the monster with the spiked bat.
Nancy: Steve!
Monster roars.
Jonathan: He's in the trap! He's stuck!
Nancy: Jonathan, now!
Jonathan ignites the gasoline, the creature goes up in flames. Monster screeching.
Joyce: Did you hear that?
Screeching continues faintly.
Jonathan (grunting): Get back!
Jonathan extinguishes the fire. All coughing, panting.
Nancy: Where did it go?
Jonathan (panting): No. It has to be dead. It has to be.
Hopper: Come on.
Joyce: Is that my house?
Door creaking . . . Jonathan gasps, sighs.
Hopper: It was hurt.
Jonathan (echoing): Mom. Is that you? Mom.
Joyce: Jonathan?
Hopper: Joyce, come on.
Nancy: Where's it going?
Jonathan: I don't think that's the monster.
Dustin: Found it! I knew she was hoarding it. I knew it.
Lucas: Yeah.
Dustin: Always lying, saying she's out. Bald-faced liar. Mike, I found the chocolate pudding!
Mike: Okay! Are you feeling any better?
Eleven: What's "putting"?
Mike (chuckles): Pudding, it's this chocolate goo you eat with a spoon. Don't worry, when all this is over, you won't have to keep eating junk food and leftovers like a dog anymore. My mom, she's a pretty awesome cook. She can make you whatever you like.
Eleven: Eggos?
Mike: Well, yeah, Eggos, but real food, too. See, I was thinking, once all this is over and Will's back and you're not a secret anymore, my parents can get you an actual bed for the basement. Or you can take my room if you want, since I'm down there all the time anyways. My point is, they'll take care of you. They'll be like your new parents, and Nancy, she'll be like your new sister.
Eleven: Will you be like my brother?
Mike (scoffs): What? No, no.
Eleven: Why "no"?
Mike: Because . . . 'cause it's different.
Eleven: Why?
Mike: I mean, I don't know, I guess it's not. It's stupid.
Eleven: Mike?
Mike: Yeah?
Eleven: Friends don't lie.
Mike: (sighing): Well I was thinking I don't know maybe we can go to the Snow Ball together.
Eleven: "Snow Ball"?
Mike: It's this cheesy school dance, where you go in the gym and dance to music and stuff. I've never been, but I know you're not supposed to go with your sister.
Eleven: No?
Mike: I mean you can, but it'd be really weird. You go to school dances with someone that, you know someone that you like.
Eleven: A friend?
Mike: Not a friend. Uh, uh. Uh, someone like a . . .
Mike leans in and kisses Eleven.
Eleven looks pleasantly confused.
Car approaching.
Mike: Nancy. Hold on, I'll be right back. Stay here.
Tires screeching . . . indistinct yelling.
Agent: Go! You two, on me.
Dustin: This will charge your battery right up, I'm telling you.
Mike (panting): Guys! Guys!
Lucas: What is it?
Mike: They found us.
Agent: We know they're here. Be advised, west side of the building is clear. Sir, we've searched everywhere. There's no sign of them.
Indistinct radio chatter.
Agent: Nothin'. Keep it locked down. All right. Kitchen.
Indistinct radio chatter . . . panting.
Lucas: How did they find us?
Mike: I don't know, but they knew we were in the gym.
Dustin: Lando.
Agent: Got 'em!
Mike: Go, go, go, go, go!
Lucas: Come on!
Agents yelling indistinctly.
Agent: There they are. Freeze.
Mike: Back! Go back! Go, go! Go left!
Indistinct yelling. The kids are intercepted by Connie and agents. Eleven focuses her powers on them.
Connie and the agents' eyes begin to bleed. Squelching . . . choking . . . Eleven thuds.
Mike: El, are you okay? El! Something's wrong.
Dustin: She's just drained.
Mike: No, no, no, she won't wake up. (echoing) El! El! El!
Hopper: There's more blood.
Joyce: Oh, my God. . . This way.
Mike: She's barely breathing. We gotta go.
Brenner: Leave her. Step away from the child.
Mike: No! You want her, you have to kill us first.
Lucas: That's right! Eat shit!
All three kids: Oh, no! No, no! No! No! Get off me!
Mike (screaming): You idiot! No!
Dustin: Get off me!
Mike: Ow! Let go!
Brenner: Eleven? Eleven, can you hear me? Eleven?
Eleven: Papa?
Brenner: Yes, yes, it's your papa.
Mike (grunts): Get off of me.
Brenner: I'm here now.
Mike: Let her go! Let her go, you bastard!
Eleven whimpers.
Brenner: Shh, shh, you're sick. You're sick, but I'm going to make you better. I'm going to take you back home, where I can make you well again. Where we can make all of this better, so no one else gets hurt.
Eleven: Bad. Bad. Mike. Mike. Mike.
Electricity spiking.
Mike: Blood.
Lucas: What?
Mike: Blood.
Thudding. The wall erupts, the monster bursts through . . . screeching.
Dustin: Demogorgon.
Mike: Go, go, go, go, go!
Guns firing . . . indistinct shouting.
Mike: Come on, come on.
Lucas: Go, go!
Monster screeching . . . indistinct shouting. The monster pounces on Brenner.
Inside the Upside Down version of the library, Hopper and Joyce discover several decayed bodies.
Joyce: (under breath): Oh, my God.
Joyce: Will! Will! Will! Oh, my God! Will! Hopper! Oh, my God! You need to help get him out!
Joyce (crying): Get him out!
Joyce whimpers . . . grunts . . . tendril hissing.
Hopper: Oh, Jesus.
Back to the kids. . . Guns firing.
Mike: Come on, come on!
Dustin: Oh, my God!
Agents yelling indistinctly.
Dustin: Sorry. Hold on, we're almost there. We're almost there. Come on. Come on. Help, help. Come on, get her on the table.
Eleven groans.
Mike: Just hold on a little longer, okay? He's gone. The bad man's gone. We'll be home soon, and my mom she'll get you your own bed. You can eat as many Eggos as you want. And we can go to the Snow Ball.
Eleven: Promise?
Mike: Promise.
Monster screeching . . . screams . . . gunfire . . . thudding . . . gunfire continues, then stops.
Dustin (stutters): Is it dead?
Mike: Go, go, go, go!
Dustin: Get the wrist rocket! Get the wrist rocket now!
Mike: Go, go, go, go, go!
Monster roaring.
Mike: Go, go, go.
Dustin: Take it out now! Get the rocks, get the rocks, get the rocks!
Mike: Getting the rocks!
Lucas: Give me one.
Dustin: Come on!
Mike: Go! Go!
Dustin: Kill it! Kill it! Fire! Fire!
roaring.
Lucas: Give me another one.
Dustin: Kill it! Bastard!
Mike: Kill it! Go, go, go, go!
Dustin: Kill it now! Get, get, get . . . Come on, kill the bastard!
Lucas: It's not working!
Mike: Hit him again.
Dustin: Kill him!
Mike: Keep going! Come on!
Dustin: Get, get, get Come on, kill it!
Mike: Come on! Go, go, go!
Growling . . . all panting. Lucas takes another shot, the monster flies back, but it was Eleven's powers that thwarted the creature. She approaches the monster.
Mike: Eleven, stop!
Eleven sends Mike flying back with a thought. Monster squealing.
Eleven: Goodbye, Mike.
Monster squealing.
Eleven: No more.
Screeching . . . groaning.
Mike: (yelling) El? El? - El!
Lucas: Eleven!
Dustin: Eleven!
Mike: El! El, where are you? Eleven! El?
Joyce (panting): Oh, God. He's not breathing, he's not breathing.
Hopper: All right, Joyce, Joyce, listen to me, listen to me, listen to me. I need you to tilt his head back . . .
Joyce: Okay.
Hopper: . . . and lift his chin.
Joyce: Okay.
Hopper: One, two, three, four. Now when I tell you, you're gonna pinch his nostrils, and breathe into his mouth . . . twice.
Joyce: Okay.
Hopper: One second then pause. 22, 23. Then one second. Okay. 24, 25, 26, 27, 28 29, 30. Now! Go!
Joyce (whimpers): Oh, come on, come on.
Hopper: Come on, kid. Come on, kid!
Joyce: Will! Will, listen to me. It's me, it's your mom and I love you so much. I love you so much. I love you more than anything in the world. Please.
Hoppers recalls the memory of Sara dying. EKG monitor beeping.
Nurse: Blood pressure keeps dropping. Her pulse ox is falling.
Joyce (sobbing): I love you so much. I love you more than anything in the world. Please, please come back to me. Just . . .
Hopper: Come on, kid!
Joyce: Please, please wake up. Please, please. Breathe, Will, come on!
EKG monitor flatlining.
Nurse: Flatlining!
Joyce (echoing): Come back to me, breathe. I need you to wake up now. I need you to breathe. Please breathe! Please!
Will gasps and coughs.
Joyce: That's it. Oh, my God, that's it, that's it. That's it, baby. Breathe. Breathe. All right. Come on. Come on. Breathe, breathe, come on, come on. Good, good, good, good. Just breathe, Will, breathe.
Ted and Karen arrive at the school.
Karen: Michael? Michael! Michael? Oh, my God. Oh, my God. You're okay. You're okay.
Some time later, Will is recovering in the hospital. EKG monitor beeping.
Joyce: Hey. Hi, sweetheart.
Jonathan: Hey.
Will: Where am I?
Joyce sighs.
Jonathan: You're home. You're home now. You're safe.
Will: Jonathan.
Jonathan: Yeah, it's me, buddy. We missed you. We really missed you.
Will: Are you okay?
Jonathan: What, this? It's just a cut. It's nothing. You're worried about my hand.
Both chuckle softly.
Jonathan: Oh, hey, we brought you some stuff so you don't get bored in here. So I made you a new mix tape. There's some stuff on there I think you really might like.
Mike: Guys. Guys, he's up. Will is up. Guys, Will's up.
Lucas and Dustin grunt.
Mike: Guys, come on. . . . Byers!
Dustin laughs.
Joyce: Be careful. Be careful with him.
Dustin: Move.
Jonathan: Guys, guys.
Mike laughs.
Jonathan: Go easy on him.
Lucas: You won't believe what happened when you were gone, man.
Dustin: It was mental.
Lucas: You had a funeral.
Dustin: Jennifer Hayes was crying.
Lucas: And Troy peed himself.
Will: What?
Dustin: In front of the whole school!
Lucas: Yes!
Will coughing.
Mike: You okay?
Will: It got me. The Demogorgon.
Mike:We know. It's okay. It's dead. We made a new friend. She stopped it. She saved us. But she's gone now.
Dustin: Her name's Eleven.
Will: Like the number?
Lucas: Well, we call her "El" for short.
Dustin: She's basically a wizard.
Lucas: She has superpowers.
Mike: More like a Yoda.
Dustin: She flipped a van with her mind, and these agents were trying to shoot us
Mike: Yeah, it flipped over us
Lucas: Then she squeezed their brains out . . .
Dustin: And blood was pouring out of their faces.
Mike: It was pouring out of their eyes.
Lucas: Agents just started grabbing us and stuff . . .
Dustin: . . . shot out of the wall
Continues indistinctly. While Nancy watches the kids, she reflects on the loss of Barb and leaves the room.
Hopper steps out for a smoke. A car pulls up and agents usher him in.
One month later.
Mike: Something is coming. Something angry. Hungry for your blood. It is almost here.
Will: What is it?
Dustin: It's the thessalhydra, I'm telling you.
Lucas: It's not the thessalhydra.
Dustin: I'm telling you, it's the thessalhydra.
Loud thud.
Mike: The thessalhydra!
Dustin: Damn it.
Mike: It roars in anger! Will, your action!
Will: What should I do?
Lucas: Fireball him!
Dustin: Fireball the son of a bitch.
All: Fourteen!
All exclaim: Direct hit.
Mike: Will the Wise's fireball hits the thessalhydra. It makes a painful . . .
Imitates screeching.
Mike: . . . and then it crumbles to the ground. Its clawed hand reaches for you one last time and, and, and and . . .
All cheering.
Mike: Lucas cuts off its seven heads, and Dustin places them into his bag of holding. You carry the heads out of the dungeon, victorious, and you present them to King Tristan. He thanks you for your bravery and service.
Dustin: Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, that's not it, is it?
Mike: No, there's a medal ceremony.
Dustin: Oh, a medal ceremony? What are you talking about?
Lucas: And. . . The campaign was way too short.
Will: Yeah!
Mike: It was ten hours!
Dustin: But it doesn't make any sense.
Mike: It makes sense.
Dustin: No, what about the lost knight?
Lucas: And the proud princess?
Will: And those weird flowers in the cave?
Mike: I don't know, it's . . .
Door opens . . . footsteps approaching.
Jonathan: Jeez, what's that smell? Have you guys been playing games all day, or just farting?
Lucas (chuckles) Oh, that's just Dustin. He farted. Dustin farted.
Blows raspberry.
Dustin: Okay.
Lucas: Dustin farted.
Dustin: Very mature, Lucas.
Lucas blowing raspberry.
Dustin: Oh.
Jonathan: Will.
Dustin: Shut up.
Jonathan: Come on.
Lucas: Dustin farted!
Will: Bye, guys.
Mike and Dustin: Bye, Will.
Mike: See you, Will.
Dustin: (chuckles) Stop.
Lucas: No, you stop.
Dustin: No, you stop. -
Both grunting.
Dustin: Yeah, scream! You're like a little girl.
The boys laughing. Mike turns to look at Eleven's makeshift sleeping area. Jonathan and Will head upstairs and into the kitchen.
Jonathan: So, you have fun?
Will: Yeah.
Karen: Hey, boys.
Jonathan: Hey, Mrs. Wheeler.
Will: Hi.
Karen: Hey, wish your mom a merry Christmas for me, okay?
Jonathan: Yeah, thank you. Merry Christmas.
Karen: Merry Christmas.
Jonathan and Will head for the front door.
Jonathan: So, you win?
Will: Yeah.
Jonathan: Awesome.
Nancy (handing Jonathan a present): Hey, Jonathan, wait up. . . Merry Christmas.
Jonathan: Thanks, I didn't get you anything. . . I feel bad.
Nancy: No. No, it's not really a present. It's . . . Well, you'll see.
Nancy kisses Jonathan on the cheek.
Jonathan: Merry Christmas. (to Will) You ready? Let's go.
Will: Yeah.
Will and Jonathan in the car.
Jonathan (sighs): All right. Buckle up.
Will: Can I open it?
Jonathan: Yeah, sure.
Will opens the present, revealing a new camera.
Will: Whoa. Pretty cool.
Jonathan (chuckles): Yeah. Yeah, pretty cool.
Steve: Did you give it to him?
Nancy: Yeah.
A Christmas party at the Hawkins Police Department. Indistinct chatter. A newspaper article is pinned on a note board . . .
Newspaper article: The Boy Who Came Back to Life
The former missing child Will Byers has been found after a week of searching. He is presently in stable condition in Hawkins General Hospital. Byers' mother, Joyce Byers, alleges that Will was the subject of a secret government program run by the Hawkins National laboratory. The allegation comes amidst a massive investigation into the hidden organization and its elaborate experimentations in perusal of mind control.
The abuse detailed in the first report includes prolonged physical duress and psychological interrogation. This government sanctioned torture has provoked outrage amongst the American people. In a statement issued yesterday evening, Ives mentioned her "disgust" with the organization saying, "our own American people are being treated like the enemy . . . we should be directing our attention to the real target, the Soviets, not our own daughters and sons." Under legal advice Brenner has issued no comment on . . .
Other articles are pinned to the note board, including . . . "More Heads Roll in Ongoing State Trooper Scandal," "Coroner Arrested For Falsifying Autopsy," and "Hawkins Lab Blocks Inquiry."
Powell: You leaving already, Chief?
Hopper: Oh, come on, you think I actually wanted to come to this thing? I was just hungry.
Callahan: Oh, yeah, that's the spirit.
Hopper: Well, your wife doesn't have time to cook for me, you know what I'm saying?
Powell chuckling.
Flo: Merry Christmas, Hop.
Hopper: Mmm.
Hopper drives out to the woods and deposits food and Eggos in a wood bin.
The Byers' home. Christmas dinner. Christmas music playing.
Jonathan: What you got there? . . . That one of yours?
Will: Yeah.
Jonathan: Looks pretty big. Be careful. You'll break it.
Joyce: What are you doing?
Jonathan: Documenting.
Joyce: Oh, why?
Jonathan: Because.
Joyce chuckles.
Jonathan: It looks great.
Joyce: Oh, this is just so overcooked. And look, the potatoes are runny.
Jonathan: Mom.
Joyce: They're so runny.
Jonathan (chuckles): Mom, it's gonna be great.
Will: It's definitely an Atari.
Joyce: An a-what-i?
Will: The green present. It's an Atari. I felt Dustin's today, it's the same exact weight.
Joyce: Really? Well . . .
Will: Yeah.
Joyce: We'll have to see, won't we? . . . Hey, no more snooping.
Will: No, I forgot to wash my hands. I'll be right back.
Joyce: Okay. He's washing his hands?
Will coughs, then retches . . . spitting out a tiny slug-like creature that goes down the drain.
Will groans. A flash-cut of the Upside Down.
Jonathan: Thanks.
Joyce: Are you okay?
Will: Yeah, I'm okay.
Jonathan: Mmm. Very good, Mom. Mmm. Hey, Mom. Did Will tell you about the game?
Will: Oh, yeah.
Joyce: No. What game?
Will: I threw a fireball at him and . . . (imitates explosion) dead.
Joyce: Wait, what is . . . You mean, this is . . .
Will: No, it's just Dungeons & Dragons.
Joyce: Dungeons & Dragons.
Will: Right. It's fun.
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