Chapter Five: The Flayed

Shit! Shit!

We're going down! We're going down!

Yeah, no shit, Harrington!

-Why don't these buttons work?! -

Press the button!

What do you think I'm doing?!

Come on, press something! Just press the button!

- - Push it!

- -

- Oh! -

My groin.

It fell on my groin.

Dustin!

- -Get this off of me!

I can't move.

Is everyone okay?

Yeah, I'm great, now that I know that Russians can't design elevators!

I think we've clearly established that those buttons don't work.

They're buttons. They have to do something.

Yeah, if we had a keycard.

-A what? -It's an electronic lock.

Same as the loading dock door. If we don't have a keycard,

-it won't operate, meaning-- -We're stuck in here.

Yeah.

Just so you nerds are aware,

I'm supposed to be spending the night at Tina's,

and Tina always covers for me.

But if I'm not home for Uncle Jack's party tomorrow

and my mom finds out you three are responsible,

she's gonna hunt you down, one by one, and slit your throat.

I don't care about Tina!

Or Uncle Jack's party!

Your mom's not gonna be able to find us if we're dead in a Russian elevator!

Hey.

What if we climbed out?

What were you saying about climbing?

Looks like somebody's home.

Did you hear that?

Where's that coming from?

It's below us.

Hey, dipshits!

Hawkins PD. Hands in the air.

Don't make me say it again!

English.

You speak English?

I can't understand you!

I can't understand you.

- -No understand!

- -Hopper!

Don't move!

Drop the gun.

Drop it!

You understand what I'm saying, big guy?

Drop the weapon.

Or what?

You going to shoot?

Good.

So you do understand what I'm saying, huh?

And, yeah,

you don't put that thing away, I'm gonna blow some daylight

into that thick skull of yours.

No.

You won't do that.

Why's that?

Because you are policeman.

Policemen have rules.

Oh, yeah?

Wanna test that theory?

I'm gonna count to three.

One,

two,

three!

Hopper!

-Oh, shit. -

Go!

Move, Joyce!

- Oh, God. - Come on, Smirnoff.

You're coming with us!

- Go, go, go! -

Let's go! Let's go!

Move it, Smirnoff! Move it!

Run!

Joyce! Drive!

-Come on, Joyce! Quit screwin' around! -Are you kidding me?

-Shit! - Go!

Joyce, drive.

-I'm trying! -Joyce, please, drive!

Drive!

Get us outta here!

Oh, God!

Hang on!

Still think it was our government?

God, shut up!

-Hello? -Jonathan.

Do you realize what time it is?

Listen to me, okay?

It's 6:00 a.m. and, uh, I had a late night with Fagin and the gang, so--

-I'm at the hospital with Driscoll. -What?

She's been sedated for a few hours and the doctors are still running tests.

Nancy, please tell me you're joking.

It's not a joke. And, yes, I know I'm insane

and irrational and out of touch, but can you save your lecture,

because I really don't give a shit right now. I just...

I need you to put me on the phone

with your brother.

-What? -Jonathan...

Please.

Uh...

He's not even here.

Where is he?

Is he safe?

Why wouldn't he be safe?

Nancy?

Why wouldn't he be safe?

Son of a bitch.

Son of a bitch!

Okay, a magnet? Magnets?

-Do you know "magnet"? Magnet? - Magnit.

Yes, magnit.

Okay, so, uh, magnit...

on my-- my fridge,

my icebox, and then they...

they fell.

They demagnetized, stopped working. Uh, do you understand?

Da.

Okay, so is that because of the machines that you're working on?

-Machina. -Machina, machina, yes.

Da, da, machina.

-Machina, machina! -Yes, machina--

Vroom, vroom.

Oh, not-- not the car.

The machines at Hess Farm where--

-where we kidnapped you-- -Joyce, please!

You're givin' me a headache, both of you!

Hold on, please. One minute.

Hey.

I am making progress.

-Progress. -Yeah.

What have you learned, huh? You learned that Smirnoff over there--

- Alexei. -Smirnoff is Russian

and works for Starcourt,

two things we already knew.

Thought we knew.

But now we know-know, because I've confirmed them.

You're welcome.

Yeah? Why don't you confirm whether this baby'll start, huh?

- Keep it in park, please. -Yeah, duh!