Stranger Things

The gate.

I don't understand. You've seen this before?

- Not exactly. - Then what, exactly?

- All you need to know is it's bad. - It's really bad.

Like, end-of-the-human-race-as-we-know-it kind of bad.

And you know about this how?

Um, Steve? Where's your Russian friend?

Shit.

Halt! Halt!

Shit.

- Go, go, go, go, go! - Shit.

Move! Let's move!

Go! Shit! Shit, shit, shit!

Go, go, go!

Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!

Holy shit! Holy shit! Shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!

Holy shit!

- Guards! Go! - This way!

- Oh, shit! Oh, shit! - Whoa!

- Come on! Go, go, go, go, go! - Come on!

- Shit! - This way!

- Come on, quick! - Hold the door!

Robin!

Shit!

- Help me, come on! - Here! Come on, let's go!

- Come on! - Go! Just get out of here!

Go, come on, now!

No! Just go get some help, okay?

What are you doing?!

Go!

I won't forget you!

Go!

He's here.

- Shit. - Nancy!

Run!

Damn!

Hey!

Come on!

Hey!

Hey, hey, hey! Two at a time!

Oh, my God.

Jonathan...

No! Nancy!

Jonathan!

No, no! Nancy!

Stairs.

Goddamn it!

- Jesus! - What the f...

- Go. - Nancy!

Are you okay? Are you okay?

It's time.

Hey! Excuse me.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

What... what are you doing? What's... what's this doing here?

- What? - Your stand.

It's right in the main thoroughfare.

Where do you want it, sir?

Over there with the rest of the goddamn food stalls.

It isn't rocket science.

Sheesh, do I have to do everything myself?

My friends in state PD,

highway patrol, they're all on the lookout.

I got eyes everywhere.

The second he pops up...

I get a call.

A call?

Yes. A call.

I mean, what more do you people want me to do?

We want you to find him.

Let me explain something to you.

This man is a moron, okay?

He's driving around in a yellow convertible, for Christ's sakes.

He sticks out like a sore thumb.

I will find him.

And, when I do,

may I suggest you bring some backup with you this time?

- Backup. - Some comrades.

Since last time, he got the better of you.

Please...

I... I didn't mean that.

You... You don't need backup.

This man is your fault,

your problem.

You're lucky you still breathe.

Very lucky.

Please.

I'm sorry.

I... I have a bad temper.

I'm going to therapy.

You have one day to find this man for me.

Nod if you understand.

Two Whoppers,

extra ketchup, large fry,

pack of Marlboro Reds,

and one extra-large...

Slurpee.

Burger King is nowhere near the 7-Eleven, by the way.

Never said it was.

Let's try this again. Joyce.

Alexei,

the generators,

what are they powering?

And tell him that we know it is not the Starcourt Mall,

so he can stop selling us that crap.

Those generators you were working on, what are you powering?

We know it's not the mall.

This tastes like shit strawberry.

- What'd he say? - He says,

"It's strawberry."

I'm sorry?

His... Slurpee.

He says it's strawberry.

So what?

Hop, he did ask for cherry. I mean...

Well, they didn't have cherry.

They didn't have it.

And it doesn't matter,

because it all tastes the same, okay?

It is sugar on ice. You tell him that.

Tell him what?

You tell him that it all tastes the goddamn same!

It's all the same.

Sugar on ice. No difference.

Tell that stupid man it is not the same in the slightest,

and I would like the cherry I requested.

He respectfully disagrees.

It's not the same at all,

and he would like...

cherry.

Oh, yeah? You tell him... he can forget it.

He says forget it. No cherry.

No cherry, no deal.

He says,

"No cherry...

no deal."

Yeah.

Hm.

Mm.

Oh, shit!

No, Hop...

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

- I'm not gonna hurt him! - What are you doing?

Come on! Come on!

I'm just giving him an opportunity

to get his own damn...

cherry Slurpee!

Jim, that man is an enemy of the state.

Yeah, who's been jerking us around for a full day!

I get him his cherry Slurpee, then what?

He wants a helicopter to charter him to his own private island.

I have dealt with assholes like this

my entire life.

Yesterday in the woods, he could've escaped,

but he didn't.

He stuck with us.

Why do you think that is?

It's because...

he's scared.

He's scared.

Not of us,

of them.

He's scared of that seven-foot-tall Russian freak

who could've killed him just as easily as us.

Smirnoff knows

that if he runs back to his comrades without a scratch on him,

they're gonna think that he spilled his guts.

So, whether he likes it or not, we...

are the best chance he's got.

Ooh!

I give him 30 seconds before he comes knocking on that door,

right back into our arms,

with a new sense of humility.

- Jim... - Uh...

I, uh, believe he has started the car.

Hopper.

You know, testing us. He's just calling my bluff.

I believe he is now driving away.

Jim. Jim, move.

- Joyce, Joyce... - Move, move, move!

I'm sorry, what did he say?

He says he likes strawberry, too.

So, when we set fire to the hub,

we drew the Demodogs away so El could close the gate.

But now, for some insane reason,

the Russians appear to be trying to reopen it,

which just destroys everything we risked our lives for.

By "we," you're including Lucas?

Yes, of course.

So, all that shit you told me, Lucas was there?

- Yeah. - My brother, Lucas Charles Sinclair?

Yes!

I don't believe you.

Wait, so you believe everything about El and the gate

and the Demodogs and the Mind Flayer,

but you question your brother's involvement?

That's correct.

Makes total sense.

- Um, you need help with that? - No.

- Well, I mean, it's taking a while, so... - Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.

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