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Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

- Move it.
- Let's get out of here!

Headed down Poplar, toward Main.

- Get 'em off of us, Mick!
- I'm working on it!

- The alley. To your right.
- Okay.

Shit!

Shit! Shit! Shit!

Shit!

Okay. Okay.

- Son of a bitch! We got more!
- Oh, shit!

They're headed down 7th.

Do something, Kali. Do something!

Next right. There's a tunnel. Take it.

We got these bastards now!

Boom.

Holy shit!

Shit! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

What the hell is wrong with you, Adams?
The hell are you doing?

Adams! Come on.
What the hell? Why'd you stop?

Adams! Adams!

Adams, I'm talkin' to you!

Adams! Adams!

Son of a bitch! Son of a bitch!

A police chase rocked downtown Pittsburgh
earlier this evening...

- Another stupid penny!
- Dusty, watch it! You almost hit Mews.

- Can I please check under your cushions?
- Dusty.

Mom, please? It's an emergency!

Who's your buddy? Who's your buddy?

Love you, Mom.

Lucas, you copy? I've got four quarters.
What's your haul?

Take your puny haul
and multiply it by five.

- How?
- While you were scrounging around

like a homeless bum,
I mowed Old Man Humphrey's lawn.

Old Man Humphrey's got that kinda cash?

- Just call Mike already.
- You call Mike.

I have to go take a shower
from doing real work, like a man.

Over and out.

Mike, do you copy? Mike, do you copy?

Yeah. Yeah, I copy.

- What are you doing on this channel?
- Nothing.

Lucas and I have six bucks total.

- What's your haul?
- Shit! I don't know yet.

- What do you mean you don't know yet?
- Hold on. Call Will.

What the hell are you doing?

I'll pay you back!

- Bye!
- Mike!

- Mike! Get back here!
- Hey. No running in the house.

What is going on?

Mike! Mike!

Asshole!

- Hey!
- Okay. So, I'll pick you up in two hours.

- That's 9:00 on the dot, okay?
- Okay.

If anything happens,
if you need to come home,

just ask them to use their phone
and call home. Okay?

- Don't...
- Don't walk or bike home. I know.

- Okay, but, sweetie...
- Mom, I have to go.

Have fun.

To slay the dragon, use the magic sword.

Oh, Jesus!
I'm in unchartered territory here, guys.

- Down! Down! Down!
- I'm going! I'm going!

I'm going! I'm going! I'm going!

Okay. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up!

No. No. No!

No! No! No!
I hate this overpriced bullshit!

Son of a bitch! Piece of shit!

You're not nimble enough.
But you'll get there one day.

But until then,
Princess Daphne is still mine.

Whatever. I'm still tops
on Centipede and Dig Dug.

You sure about that?

Sure about what?

You're kidding me. No, no, no.

Move! Move! No, no, no, no, no.
Hey, no! No! No!

- 751,300 points!
- That's impossible.

- Who is Mad Max?
- Better than you.

- Is it you?
- You know I despise Dig Dug.

- Then who is it?
- Yeah, spill it, Keith.

You want information,
then I need something in return.

No, no, no. No way.
You're not getting a date with her.

Mike, come on. Just get him the date.

I'm not prostituting my sister!

- But it's for a good cause.
- No, don't get him the date. Know what?

He's gonna spread his nasty-ass rash
to your whole family.

Acne isn't a rash and it isn't contagious,
you prepubescent wastoid.

Oh, I'm a wastoid?
She wouldn't go on a date with you.

You make, like, what? $2.50 an hour?

- Nice perm.
- Gonna make fun of my hair?

Hey. Hey, guys, do you see the...

Will! Are you okay?

Yeah. I just...

- I needed some air.
- Come on. You're up on Dig Dug.

Let's take that top score back, huh?

Good morning, Jim.

- Jim. Hold on a second. We need to talk.
- Get away from me.

Okay, no... I think you really
wanna hear this.

- Get away from me.
- Trust me. I only want five minutes!

Yeah, I want a date with Bo Derek.
We all want things.

This isn't a laughing matter, Jim.

This is serious, okay?

I really got something here.
I'm telling you!

- Hey. Mornin', Chief.
- Morning.

Morning, Murray.

Got any proof
on your butt-probin' aliens yet, Murray?

I believe there was, and may still be,

a Russian spy presence in Hawkins.

Russian spies!

Are the spies in cahoots with the aliens?
Or how do they fit in here? I'm confused.

I'm talking multiple reports now.
Multiple reports, okay?

Of a Russian child in Hawkins.

- A child? What are you talking about?
- A girl who may have psionic abilities.

- "Psionic"?
- Psychic.

What about that girl
that made that kid pee himself?

- A prank.
- What girl?

Wasn't a prank.

You got five minutes. Not a second more.

I talked to a Big Buy ex-employee

who said some little girl
shattered the door with her mind.

I heard that story.

Did you hear the one about the fat man
with the beard who climbs down chimneys?

Then last month,
a co-worker of Ted Wheeler's claims

some Russian girl with a shaved head
was hiding in his basement.

Ted now denies this.

- Oh, wow. That's a surprise.
- But it connects.

- Enlighten me.
- This girl,

she's some kind
of a Russian weapon, right?

Barbara sees this girl,
tries to help her, perhaps.

But before she can,
the Russians find them, take them...

Wait. You're telling me Barbara Holland
was kidnapped by Russian spies.

- Kidnapped. Killed.
- Killed?

- Don't you get it, Jim?
- No.

This has potentially
international implications.

I'm talking a full-on Russian invasion
right here in Hawkins.

Do you have any proof of this girl?
I mean, has anybody seen her recently?

These are separate...

Excuse me. Sorry.

- Okay.
- Hello?

Merrill called,
wants you to check out his pumpkins.

- Says they've been contaminated...
- All right.

...by his vengeful neighbor, Eugene.
You're welcome.

I'm sorry. I really hate to do this,
but I gotta run.

- It's an emergency.
- You gave me five minutes.

Yeah, listen, you know what?
I liked your alien theory a lot better.

And you want my advice?

Why don't you stop bleeding
those people dry and go home? All right?

- I am not bleeding anyone... dry.
- Listen to me. Go home.

It's crap, I know.

No, it's not crap.

- It's not good.
- It's going to be.

Just... It needs some reorganizing.

- Can I mark on it?
- Yeah, I guess.

So, in the first paragraph,

you used the basketball game
versus Northern

as a metaphor for your life,
which is great.

But then, around here,

you start talking about your granddad's
experiences in the war.

And I...
I don't see how they're connected.

It connects because...

because, you know, we both won.

- Do you think I should start from scratch?
- No. I mean...

When's the deadline?

It's tomorrow for early application.

Can you come and help me tonight?

We have our dinner tonight, remember?

- Oh, my God!
- We already canceled last week.

- You don't have to go. Just work on this.
- No, no, no. What's the point?

- Hey, calm down.
- I'm calm. I'm calm.

I'm just being honest. You know, I mean...

- I'll end up working for my dad anyway.
- That's not true.

I don't know, Nance.
Is that such a bad thing?

There's insurance and benefits
and all that adult stuff.

And if I took it, you know,
I could be around for your senior year.

- Steve...
- Just to look after you a little bit.

Make sure you don't forget
about this pretty face.

Nance, I'm serious.

- I love you.
- I love you, too.

Who is that?

I have no idea.

But would you check out that ass?

Just look at it go.

Meet the human brain.

I know. I know, it doesn't look like much.

A little gross even, right?
But consider this.

There are a hundred billion cells
inside of this miracle of evolution.

All working as one.

No, no, I did not misspeak.
I did not stutter.

A hundred billion.

Ah, this must be our new student.

Indeed. All yours.

All right. Hold up.
You don't get away that easy.

Come on up. Don't be shy.

Dustin, drum roll.

Class, please welcome,
all the way from sunny California,

the latest passenger to join us
on our curiosity voyage, Maxine.

- It's Max.
- Sorry?

Nobody calls me Maxine. It's Max.

- Mad Max.
- Well, all aboard, Max.

- Hey, there.
- Hey.

Do you have these in any other colors?
I'm not a big fan of orange.

Hmm...

I'll have to check in back.

Oh, shit!

- You're gonna get me fired.
- That's my master plan.

Get you fired so I can hire you
and we won't have to hide back here.

Bob? Bob, I have to get back to work.

I know. I'm sorry.
I can't stop thinking about you.

- It's crazy. I feel like a teenager.
- Me, too.

You know, in high school,
you didn't know who I was.

Come on.

Bob, I have to get back to work.

Okay.

Go sell your electronic thingamajiggies,
and I'll see you tonight for movie night.

Jonathan's night to pick?

- Yes.
- Okay.

- Okay. Okay.
- Okay.

Hey, look, a green one.

Tell Jonathan not to pick anything scary.
I hate scary movies.

You're saying
this was fine yesterday?

Fine?

These were prize winners, Chief.
You should've seen 'em.

For the life of me,
I couldn't figure out what happened.

And then I remembered... Eugene.

What about him?

He's been complaining about me
to just about anyone who'll listen.

Why's that?

Well, he started this
"Pick Your Pumpkin" thing.

Acted like it was trademarked.

I said, "Hire yourself a damn lawyer.
See how far that gets you."

You're telling me that nice old Eugene

came out here after dark
and doused your field with poison?

Not Eugene himself.

- I'm thinking one of his field hands.
- Uh-huh.

Listen, Chief, I don't go throwing around
accusations lightly. You know me.

This happening the day before Halloween,
when sales are peaking?

That's a hell of a coincidence.

Hell of a coincidence.

You got somebody working on that field?

Yeah, screw you, too.

Hey. Be there.

- Hey, Nancy.
- Hey! Thanks.

- Oh, could I get one more?
- Yeah, sure.

You're coming to this.

"Come and get sheet faced."

No, I'm not.

I can't let you sit all alone Halloween.
That's just not acceptable.

Well, you can relax.
I'm not gonna be alone.

I'm going trick-or-treating with Will.

- All night?
- Yeah.

No, no way. You're gonna be home by 8:00,

listening to the Talking Heads
and reading Vonnegut or something.

Sounds like a nice night.

Jonathan, just come. I mean, who knows,
you might even, like, meet someone.

- Oh, my God! Take those stupid things off.
- I missed you.

- It's been like an hour.
- Tell me about it.

Okay. Okay, okay. God.

Sorry.

- There's no way that's Mad Max.
- Yeah. Girls don't play video games.

And even if they did,
you can't get 750,000 points on Dig Dug.

- It's impossible.
- But her name is Max.

- So what?
- So, how many Maxes do you know?

- I don't know.
- Zero. That's how many.

She shows up at school

the day after someone with her same name
breaks our top score.

- I mean, you kidding me?
- Exactly. So she's gotta be Mad Max.

And plus she skateboards,
so she's pretty awesome.

Awesome?
You haven't even spoken a word to her.

I don't have to. I mean, look at her.
Shit, I've lost the target.

Oh! There.

Got it. There we go.

"Stop spying on me, creeps."

Well, shit.

William Byers.

Your mother's here.

You guys think he's okay?

He's always weird
when he has to go in.

I don't know. He's quiet today.

He's always quiet.

You feeling any better?

Will?

Huh?

Yeah. Yeah, sorry.

Hey. What did we talk about, huh?
You've got to stop it with the sorries.

Sorry. I mean, yeah, I know.

And listen, you know, there's nothing
to be nervous about, you know.

Just tell 'em what you felt last night
and what you saw.

Hey, I'm gonna be there the whole time.
So it's gonna be okay. Okay?

Okay.

- Hey, buddy.
- Hey.

Hey.

Sir Will, how are you?

Mom. Pop.

Let's take a look,
see what's going on here.

I see you shaved off a pound
since we saw you last.

Must be making room
for all that Halloween candy.

What's your favorite candy?

Desert island candy,
if you had to pick one?

- I don't know.
- Come on.

Life or death situation,
what would you pick?

- I guess... Reese's Pieces.
- Reese's Pieces.

Good call. Good call.

I'm more of a Mounds guy,

but I gotta say, peanut butter
and chocolate, come on, hard to beat that.

All right, tell me
what's going on with you.

Tell me about this episode you had.

Well, my friends were there
and then theyjust weren't,

and I was back there again.

In the Upside Down?

All right, so what happened next?

I heard this noise, and so I went outside,
and it was worse.

How was it worse?

There was this storm.

Okay. So how did you feel
when you saw the storm?

I felt...

frozen.

- Heart racing?
- Just frozen.

Frozen, cold frozen? Frozen to the touch?

No. Like how you feel when you're scared,

and you can't breathe or talk
or do anything.

I felt... felt this evil,
like it was looking at me.

It was evil?

Well...
What do you think the evil wanted?

To kill.

To kill you?

Not me.

Everyone else.

All right,
I'm gonna be honest with you.

It's probably gonna get worse
before it gets better.

Worse? He's already had
two episodes this month.

He'll likely have more
before the month is out.

It's called the Anniversary Effect.
And we've seen this with soldiers.

The anniversary of an event brings back
traumatic memories.

Sort of opens up
the neurological floodgates, so to speak.

So what does this mean for the kid?

He's gonna have more episodes, nightmares?

Yeah, that.
Maybe some personality changes.

He might get irritable. He might lash out.

What do we do when that happens?

Okay. Well, from what we know
about post-traumatic stress...

And we're still learning, okay?
Just treat him normally.

Be patient with him.
Don't pressure him to talk.

Just let him lead the way.

I'm sorry, what you're saying
is it's gonna get worse and worse

and we're just supposed to pretend
it's not happening?

It sounds counterintuitive, I know.

But I assure you that is really
the best thing you can do for him.

Listen. I understand what you went through
last year. I get it.

But those people are gone.
They're gone. Okay?

So if we're gonna get through this,

I just... I need you to realize
I'm on your side.

I need you to trust me.

"Trust me"?

- Are you kidding me?
- Yeah, I know.

But, you know, university gives out
a degree, this guy's got it.

And look, that post-traumatic stuff
he's talking about, that stuff is real.

He's gonna be okay. All right?

How's Bob the Brain?

Don't call him that.

Sorry. Old habit.

He's good. We're good.

Good. I'm happy for you.

Really. Hey...

Things get worse, you call me first.

You call me.

Okay.

They're ready for you, sir.

- Patty.
- Sam.

Afternoon, sir.

- Looks like another hot one today, huh?
- Never gets old, sir.

Still no sign?

Jack shit.

- Oh! Damn it. My mom's gonna murder me.
- So go home. I'll radio if she comes.

Oh, yeah, nice try. You just want me
out of here so you can make your move.

- Oh, 'cause you're such a threat.
- That's right.

She will not be able to resist
these pearls.

- Ten o'clock. Ten o'clock.
- What?

- They're arguing. They're arguing.
- Oh, my God.

I see that. I don't even know
why you need those.

God. You're so stupid.

She's incredible.

She's...

Mad Max.

After dinner, I want you to pick out
your toys for the yard sale.

- Fine.
- Two boxes' worth.

- Two boxes?
- You heard me.

I'm fine with you giving away a couple,

but the other ones have
way too much emotional value.

- Emotional value?
- They're hunks of plastic, Michael.

You already took away my Atari.

Didn't wanna lose more toys,
you shouldn't have stolen from Nancy.

I didn't steal. I borrowed.

Oh, and you didn't curse out Mr. Kowalski
last week either, right?

Or plagiarize that essay?
Or graffiti the bathroom stall?

Everyone graffitis the bathroom stall.

So if your friend jumps off a cliff,
you're gonna jump, too?

We know you've had a hard year, Michael.
But we've been patient.

This isn't strike one.
This isn't even strike three.

It's strike 20. You're on the bench, son.

And if it'd been my coach,
you'd be lucky to still be on the team.

Two boxes. Two.

Okay. Ready?

Yeah.

Okay.

I'm so sorry
I didn't get to cook.

I was gonna make that baked ziti
you guys like so much,

but I just forgot about the time,
and before you know it,

"Oh, my God, it's five o'clock."

- It's fine. It's great.
- Right. I love KFC.

So, I noticed a "For Sale" sign
out in your yard.

Is that the neighbors', or...

- You wanna tell them?
- Go ahead.

We hired a man named Murray Bauman.
Have either of you heard of him?

- No.
- No, I don't think so.

He was an investigative journalist
for the Chicago Sun-Times.

He's pretty well known.

Anyway, he's freelance now,
and he agreed to take the case.

That's... That's great.

No, that's really... That's great, right?

Um, what exactly does that mean?

Means he's gonna do
what that lazy son of a bitch Jim Hop...

Sorry.

What the Hawkins police haven't been
capable of doing.

Means we have a real detective
on the case.

It means...

we're going to find our Barb.

If anyone can find her, it's this man.

He already has leads.
By God, he's worth every last penny.

Is that why you're selling the house?

Don't worry about us, sweetie. We're fine.

More than fine.

For the first time in a long time,
we're hopeful.

Excuse me. I'll be right back.

- It's finger-lickin' good.
- Mmm.

El, are you there? El?

It's me. It's Mike.

It's day 352, 7:40 p.m.

I'm still here.

If you're out there, say something.
Or give me a sign.

I won't even say anything.
Just... I wanna know if you're okay.

I'm so stupid.

Mike.

- Mike?
- Hello, is that you?

Yeah, it's me, Dustin.
What're you doing on this channel again?

I've been trying to reach you all day.
We were right. Max is Mad Max.

- Yeah, I'm busy.
- But...

- What do we do now?
- We stick to the plan.

Mike's not gonna like it.

Last time I checked,
our party is not a dictatorship.

- It's a democracy.
- What if Max says no?

How can Max say no to these?

I told you to stop that.

- I'll see you tomorrow.
- Later.

Mews!

Mews.

- Stop. Stop!
- What?

Come on, you gotta get used to it.
This is the future.

Well, put the future down
and get me a clean bowl.

Hey, bud. I didn't know
what you'd like, so I got a variety.

- Take your pick.
- Whatever you want.

All right.

What are you working on?

Zombie Boy? Who's Zombie Boy?

- Me.
- Did someone call you that?

Hey. You can talk to me.
You know that, right?

Whatever happened.
Will, come on, talk to me.

- Stop treating me like that.
- What? Like what?

Like everyone else.
Like there's something wrong with me.

What are you talking about?

Mom, Dustin, Lucas. Everyone.

They all treat me like I'm gonna break.

Like I'm a baby.
Like I can't handle things on my own.

It doesn't help. It just makes me feel
like more of a freak.

- You're not a freak.
- Yeah, I am.

I am.

You know what? You're right.

You are a freak.

- What?
- No, I'm serious. You're a freak.

But what? Do you wanna be normal?
Do you wanna be just like everyone else?

Being a freak is the best. I'm a freak.

Is that why you don't have any friends?

I have friends, Will.

Then why are you
always hanging out with me?

Because you're my best friend, all right?

And I would rather be best friends
with Zombie Boy than with a boring nobody.

You know what I mean?

Okay, look...

Who would you rather be friends with?
Bowie or Kenny Rogers?

Ugh.

Exactly. It's no contest.

The thing is, nobody normal

ever accomplished anything meaningful
in this world.

- You got it?
- Well...

- some people like Kenny Rogers.
- Kenny Rogers.

I love Kenny Rogers.

- What's so funny?
- Nothing.

Mr. Mom. Perfect!

Where's Mommy keep the extra diapers?

Hey! Cowards.

Hey.

It's okay. Let it go.

Probably just a crank call.

- Okay.
- Holy mackerel!

- Let it go.
- Aw, man!

Hey, what'd we talk about?

No signal.

- What?
- No signal.

It's 8-1-5. You're late.

Yeah, I lost track of time.
I'll signal next time, all right?

Uh, and it's 8:15. It's not 8-1-5.

Eight-fifteen.

Now, what did we talk about?

Dinner first, then dessert. Always.

That's a rule.

Yeah?

Yes.