Stranger Things

Should I stay or should I go now?

Should I stay or should I go now?

If I go, there will be trouble

And if I stay, it will be double

So, come on and let me know Should I stay or should I go?

At long last,

we can begin.

You and I,

we are going to do such beautiful things together, William.

Such beautiful things.

Holly.

Holly!

Holly!

I've been calling you.

I'm sorry.

Could you round up the troops?

Breakfast!

Coming!

Nance, come on.

Let me in, or I'm gonna whiz on the floor right here.

Sorry, Mrs. Byers.

Whiz away.

Wow.

Shit.

Breakfast!

Shit, dude, we overslept.

-I thought you were setting an alarm. -I thought you were.

-It's not always Jonathan's fault. -It's always Jonathan's…

It wasn't my fault. I told you…

Holly, can you pass the bacon?

Holly! Bacon!

-You need to just drop it. -Whatever you want.

You don't need it. You're crazy, huh?

Karen, do you have any Midol upstairs?

Nancy, dishes in the sink.

Be back at 5:00 or 6:00. Let me know if you need me to pick up anything.

-Boogie! -Come on. Hurry up.

-I'm coming. -Holly, your jacket.

-Here. Don't forget it. -Thank you.

Hug.

-Bye. -Bye.

I'm sorry. I can't help clean up. I'm running late.

It's okay, Joyce, really. I understand.

How much longer?

What do you want me to do, Ted, huh? Kick 'em to the street?

Is that an option?

Hey, wait up! Wait up!

Come on, we gotta go!

The Morning Squawk, Mike, we're gonna miss it!

Good morning, Hawkins! This is WSQK The Squawk!

That's a new one.

It's looking like a regular day in Hawkins.

Fifty-five degrees, low chance of rain,

medium chance of arrest, high chance of helicopters.

But general banality aside, it's an exciting day for me,

your friend, entertainer, and DJ, Robin Buckley…

Nice to meet you! …AKA Rockin' Robin.

And why is it a big day for me, you ask?

Well, it's my 500th broadcast.

Yeah, you heard that right, folks. Five-double-O!

Which means it's been even longer

since you've heard the sultry voice of Jimmy "Fast Hands" Lee.

But while Jimmy was fleeing Hawkins even faster than he moves those hands,

yours truly was watching slack-jawed as the earth split open beneath her feet

and coughed up that tsunami of mysterious dandruff.

And now, I'm stuck here with you, my fellow quarantine compatriots.

And if I can be brutally honest, I couldn't be happier.

Because when you really think about it, why would you want to live anywhere else?

I mean, what town on Earth can match

our very impressive military-to-civilian ratio?

And those free, mandatory medical checkups?

I mean, very cool.

'Cause after we inhaled those springtime snowflakes,

who knows what's wrong with us?

Maybe we're fine, maybe not.

No one knows for sure.

After all, this was a "natural phenomenon never before seen by man."

A phenomenon now covered up by a giant metal Band-Aid.

Quite the eyesore, but hey, great for sledding.

Though seriously, kids, stop sledding on the giant steel Band-Aid.

You are going to kill yourselves. Also, the men with guns.

-Go, go, go, go, go! -They don't like it, not one bit.

While we're on the subject of things not to do,

please steer clear of the Military Access Control Zone,

aka the MAC-Z, or as I like to call it, the Big Mac.

I have no idea what's going on in there,

but I have a gut feeling

there's a pretty good reason they'd like you to stay away.

But hey, the rest of Hawkins is still there for you to enjoy.

Someday soon, they're gonna let us out of here.

In the meantime, be thankful this is your home,

study for that test, enjoy that TV dinner, and go on that date.

Which, by the way, is exactly what yours truly is doing tonight.

That's right. Rockin' Robin has a date, ladies and gentlemen.

And now, who is this lucky someone?

Well, don't be so nosy, kids.

They know who they are.

That is, if you're listening, which I hope you are.

Because this next one, it's for you, babe.

What the hell?

Whoa. What's going on? What the hell? What the hell?

I told you to stop thumbing your nose at the military.

I was reiterating their goddamn rules, encouraging compliance.

-Right. No sarcasm there. -Said the dingus with the rubber chicken.

-These are very serious people, Robin. -Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!

Henderson, you copy? Henderson?

Yeah, I copy.

God, you sound swell. Let me take a wild guess.

You're not calling to wish me good morning.

It's not exactly a good morning. We've got a situation at the Squawk.

The signal, it's… it's gone all wonky.

I think Robin finally pissed 'em off.

Doubtful. She was encouraging compliance.

Told you!

The remote radio head's the more likely culprit.

-The remote what? -Just read the manual, Steve.

That thing might as well be in Greek.

Then learn Greek!

I can't always be there to solve your problems for you, Steve.

Henderson?

God!

"Learn Greek." You heard that tone.

You heard that, right?

Watch it.

What'd I tell you about that shirt, freak?

Andy asked you a question, freak. You deaf or what?

For his sake, I hope he is, because I thought I was pretty damn clear

when I said I didn't wanna see you in that shirt.

You also told me to stop screwing your mom,

and that didn't stop me, did it?

-Something funny, Henderson? -Let go.

Hellfire is over, you hear me?

Let go.

Or what? What are you gonna do?

Stop! Andy! Stop!

Hey!

Well, well.

If it isn't the traitor.

Remember that time my sister kicked your balls so hard,

you limped for a week?

Yeah, if you touch Dustin again,

I'll kick 'em so hard they'll pop like water balloons.

I say kick away.

Stop this meathead from reproducing

and further infecting the world with his unique brand of idiocy.

Hope you brought a change of clothes. No one wants to see that shit.

You've gotta stop provoking them, man.

Oh, so this is my fault?

-For what? Wearing a T-shirt? -You know it's more than a T-shirt.

I can't be like you and turn the other cheek

while they spread their bullshit about Hellfire, about Eddie.

Eddie never gave a rat's ass

about what those mouth breathers were saying about him.

What he would care about is finding and killing Vecna.

Do you seriously think I don't care about that, Mike? Really?

I think you're fighting two battles. You need to be fighting one.

Mike's right, Dustin. What if you get seriously hurt?

You're drawing attention.

Remember what Hop said. We need to keep our heads down.

-Follow the rules. Blend in. -Stay focused on our next crawl.

Do you even hear yourselves right now?

Blend in? Follow the rules? That's not what we've ever done.

-Jesus Christ. -We stay true to ourselves.

We're supposed to stay true to our friends.

We stand up for what's right, no matter the cost.

You're not listening to us.

No, you're not.

Dustin!

-Unbelievable. -Let him go.

Come on.

Move, move!

You're a fast little shit, huh?

It's not her.

Another goddamn burnout, sir.

Get her out of here.

Shit!

Twelve minutes, 33 seconds.

It's a new record.

So? How are we feeling?

Okay.

Okay?

Come on, that was 12:33!

It's four seconds too slow.

I lost one second on the climb, two seconds at the log.

-Hey. -I can make my bus jump sooner.

That'll save me two more seconds. That gets me under 12:30.

El, you have to take it easy on yourself.

-You think Henry's going easy? -You know what I think?

I think we still have some more of that waffle mix.

And I think we should celebrate this record time with a stack of those.

And then maybe we could watch a Miami Vice marathon.

I can beat the time. Reset it.

If you're tired, you're gonna injure yourself.

Reset it!

Heads up!

Hey, hey. How you doing?

Austin Millbarge, ID 4528-niner.

That's me.

I swear to God, this stupid thing does not exist.

-Can someone try Dustin again? -He turned off his walkie.