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That's your favorite, isn't it?
How are you feeling today?
Okay.
Are you up for some more lessons?
Afternoon, Dr. Brenner.
Dr. Ellis.
Okay.
What do you see?
Don't force it.
Let it come to you.
Just like we practiced.
It's...
... a yellow circle.
The sun.
Very good. Very good.
All right. Now, let's see...
Okay.
Now what do you see?
A...
cow?
It's supposed to be a dog.
It looks like a cow.
It does, doesn't it?
I never was much of an artist.
All right. Let's try something a little bit more challenging.
Is that all right with you?
I want you to find Dr. Ellis.
Can you do that?
Have you found her?
Yes.
What's she doing?
Lessons with Six in his room.
What kind of lessons?
Six is trying to move a block.
A red block.
Can you hear what they're saying?
Something's wrong.
If you've lost the visual, just let it go.
Try to reorient.
They're screaming.
Why are they screaming?
Ten?
- Peter, Alec, what's going on out there? - Sir, we've got a situation.
Six and Dr. Ellis...
Dead.
They're both dead.
What have you done?
Dear Mike,
Today is day 185.
Feels more like ten years.
Joyce says time is funny like that.
Emotions can make it speed up or slow down.
We are all time travelers if you think about it.
For example, this week is going very fast.
I think because I am so busy.
I have to make something called a visual aid.
I hope Mrs. Gracey will give me an A.
I can send you a previous edition as a loaner
to see if you like the product before committing to purchasing it...
Some exciting news.
Joyce got an amazing new job.
She gets to work at home.
Yeah, I'm... I'm not a robot. You do realize that, don't you?
She says she loves the "freedom."
Prick.
Will is painting a lot,
but he... he won't show me what he's working on.
Maybe it is for a girl.
I think there is someone he likes,
because he has been acting
weird.
Jonathan is acting weird also.
I think he is just nervous about college.
He is still waiting for his big letter.
I hope he and Nancy get to go together.
Damn it.
But I don't know how he'll get to college
because his car is still broken.
His funny friend Argyle has been taking us to school.
His hair is longer than mine.
And he and Jonathan like to smoke smelly plants together.
Jonathan says the plants are super safe
because they come from the earth,
but to not tell Joyce.
Me?
I am twice as happy now.
You were right. It just takes time.
All right.
Hold on to your butts, brochachos.
I think I have finally adapted.
Slow down!
At first, I missed all the spring flowers,
but now I find it pretty here too.
I even like school now.
I am still best at math, but my grammar is getting good now also.
It helps that everyone is so nice here.
I have made lots of friends.
Even so, I am ready for spring break, mostly because I get to see you.
I am so excited to see you, it is hard to breathe.
Are you excited too?
I think you will love it here like me.
I think we will have the best spring break ever.
I hope my spelling was better this time.
Miss you.
Love, El.
- The hell are you doing? It's ten after. - Oh, shit. Shit!
Thirty seconds or I'm leaving without you, okay?
Thirty seconds.
Okay, I have to find my pants.
- Michael, I know your D&D club is tonight. - Hellfire.
Why don't you call it the High School Dropout Club?
- I want you home no later than 9:00. - I'll try.
- No trying. You need to go to bed early. - Why?
- It's a 6:30 flight, Michael. - Yeah, I know, but...
No buts. Nine or no California.
And no sweetie pie.
Mike!
Let's go.
Jesus. How am I gonna survive a whole week without you guys?
Nine.
Remind me, when do they become reasonable human beings again?
That's a negative, Dustybun.
Son of a bitch.
Try "Tigers86."
"Tigers86." Copy that.
Jiminy crickets, Dusty. I'm in.
Holy shit.
What's going on in there? You're gonna be late.
Don't come in! I'm naked!
I'm running out of time here.
Just hold your horsies, Dustybun.
Do you see it?
Yeah, I see it.
Yikes, Dusty.
Yeah.
I will repent later.
Then there's Heidi tomorrow night, but the problem with Heidi
is that she's going out of state for college.
Do I wanna start another relationship that has no point other than sex?
I mean, I don't know. Does that make sense to you?
- Robin, are you listening? - Uh, yes.
- What did I just say? - Something about sex with Linda.
No, I'm talking about Heidi.
- Cut me some slack, please. - Well...
Your love life is one of labyrinthine complexity.
It is 7:00 in the morning, we have the stupid pep rally,
and I woke up looking like a corpse.
You're worried about a pep rally? Expect me to believe that?
- Yeah? So? - So we both know what this is about.
- Not buying that. This is about Vickie. - Absolutely not.
- It is. You know what else? - I don't care...
You gotta stop pretending to be someone else when you're around her.
You just gotta be yourself.
You're literally quoting me to me. You do realize that.
Maybe you need to listen to yourself. Ever think about that?
I listened. Look at me. Boom. Back in business.
- It's not the same thing. Okay? - Well...
You ask out a girl and she says no.
Big deal. Nothing happens. Maybe your ego's a little bruised.
I ask out the wrong girl, and bam, I'm a town pariah.
I'd buy that, except Vickie is definitely not the wrong girl.
We just don't know that, do we?
She returned Fast Times paused at 53 minutes, 5 seconds.
Know who pauses Fast Times at 53 minutes, 5 seconds?
- People who like boobies, Robin. - Ew!
- Gross. Don't say boobies. - Boobies.
Not a big deal, okay? I like boobies. You like boobies.
Vickie likes boobies. Definitely.
It's boobies.
- To the gym, everyone. - Hey, wait up!
Pep rally! Pep rally!
Kyle, good to see you.
Hey, Josh. To the gym, everyone. To the gym.
Go support your Tigers! Go, Tigers!
To the gym! Hi, Amber.
Max! Max!
Where were you yesterday?
Oh, yeah. Sorry, I forgot it was Thursday.
I'd like to see you today. Come straight after lunch, okay?
Look, I'm not saying that my girlfriend is better than yours.
It's just that Suzie's, like, a certified genius.
You do realize El saved the world twice, right?
And yet you still have a C in Spanish.
And let's hear it for your Tigers!
Whoo!
Good morning, Hawkins High!
First off... Hey.
First off, I'd like to thank each and every one of you.
Without your support, we wouldn't be here.
Give yourselves a big hand.
And of course, of course, I have to give a special shout-out
to the best and the prettiest fans of all time,
the Tiger Cheer Squad.
Yeah!
Chrissy...
Chrissy, I love you, babe.
Aww!
You know...
I think I can speak for all of us when I say
it's been a tough year for Hawkins.
So much loss.
And sometimes I wonder, "How much loss can one community take?"
In dark days like this, we need something to believe in.
So, last night,
when we were down by ten points at half to Christian Academy,
I looked at my team,
and I said,
"Think of Jack."
"Think of Melissa."
"Think of Heather."
"Think of Billy."
"Think about our heroic police chief, Jim Hopper."
"Think about every one of our friends who perished in that fire."
"What did they die for?"
"For us to lose to some... some crap school?"
- "No." - No!
"For us to return home with our heads hung low in defeat?"
- "No!" - No!
"No."
"Let's win this game."
"Let's win this game for them." And that's exactly what we did!
We embarrassed those candy-asses in their own house,
and now tonight, tonight,
we're gonna bring home the championship trophy!
Let's go!
Tonight?
- How is that possible? - They call it a tournament.
You win one game, you go on until there's only one team left.
I don't get the big deal. Just talk to Eddie.
Get him to move Hellfire to another night.
"Just talk to Eddie."
Why don't you just talk to your coach and get him to move the game?
- I think that's a great idea, Mike. - Thank you, Dustin.
- This is the championship game. - And this is the end of Eddie's campaign.
A semester of adventuring has led to this moment, and we need you.
Yeah, and the Tigers don't. You've been on the bench all year.
- That's not the point. - Please, arrive at the point.
If I get in good with these guys,
I'll be in the popular crowd, and then you guys will be too.
Has it ever occurred to you that we don't want to be popular?
You wanna be stuck with the nerds and freaks for three more years?
We are nerds and freaks.
But maybe we don't have to be.
Look, I'm tired of being bullied.
I'm tired of girls laughing at us.
I'm tired of feeling like a loser.
We came to high school wanting things to be different. Right?
So now we have that chance.
I skip tonight, that's all out the window.
So I'm asking you guys,
as a friend,
just talk to Eddie.
Get him to move Hellfire.
Come to my game.
Please.
Shit.
Mrs. Ergenbright, let me ask you something.
- Mm-hmm. - Have you ever wished
you could have the answer to any question, right at your fingertips?
Oh, gosh.
Yes. It's just like those...
those big fancy books you see on TV.
Oh, yes, they're lovely.
Yeah, just imagine, you'd never have to go to the library again.
Or, hey, think of the money that you'll save on gas alone.
- Oh, good point. - Anything?
Nothing.
Acceptance letters tend to come end of week to make you sweat.
Well, I'm sweating.
- It's coming, Mrs. Byers. Don't you worry. - I always worry. Thanks.
Oh, gosh. Did I lose you? Hello?
No, sorry. Carol? Can I call you Carol?
- Of... Of course. - Great. So, what are we thinking?
Could do volumes A through C, or we could do the... the whole alphabet.
Well, uh, remind me how much money...
I can't remember...
Carol, uh, can I call you back?
Oh, sure.
After learning to speak,
she traveled the world to spread her message,
and along the way,
changed how the world perceived those like her with disabilities.
And that is why I have chosen
Helen Keller as my hero.
That was wonderful, Angela.
Truly wonderful.
What an inspiring story.
Okay. Now let's see who has to follow that.
Jane.
Hi.
For my hero,
I...
I chose my dad.
And for my visual aid,
I made a "direyama" of our cabin.
More like diarrhea.
Quiet, everyone.
Let's be respectful.
This is my dad.
His name is Hopper.
He made the best Eggos,
and... ... we liked to watch Miami Vice on Fridays.
This is Mr. Fibbly.
He is a squirrel.
What?
And this is the alarm that my dad made.
I... I was never scared because...
beca... because...
Uh, Angela, let's save questions until the end of Jane's presentation.
Yeah. Sorry.
I'm just, like, confused.
I thought this was a presentation about a historical hero.
My dad was in the newspaper.
Your local paper?
I just don't think that's what Mrs. Gracey meant by historical.
This is supposed to be about famous people.
My dad is famous.
He... He saved lots of lives.
In a mall fire.
He was a hero for people.
And he was my hero too.
That's not what I'm saying at all, but it's okay.
I am so sorry, Mrs. Gracey.
I didn't mean to interrupt.
I just wanted clarity on the rules of the assignment.
Well, technically, you are correct,
but Jane has decided to do her father.
So,
please, continue with your presentation, Jane.
El, it wasn't that bad.
Friends don't lie.
I'm not lying.
El.
Come on.
- ♪ It didn't hurt me ♪ - ♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Do you wanna feel how it feels? ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ If I only could I'd make a deal with God ♪
♪ And I'd get him to swap our places ♪
♪ Be running up that road ♪
♪ Be running up that hill ♪
♪ Be running up that building ♪
♪ Say if I only could ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, ♪
♪ Tell me we both matter, don't we? ♪
♪ You ♪
♪ If only I could ♪
♪ I'd make a deal with God ♪
♪ And I'd get him to swap our places ♪
♪ Be running up that road ♪
♪ Be running up that hill ♪
♪ Be running up that building ♪
♪ Say, if only I could ♪
Can you remove your headphones, please?
Sorry.
A C in English and a C-minus in Spanish.
Yeah.
Well, that's not normal for you.
If you say so.
How's your mom holding up?
She's fine.
I mean, she hates our new place, which is, like...
Yeah, it's terrible, but...
she's fine.
Is she still drinking?
Like, yeah, a little, but...
Well, she's working two jobs.
So, it's not easy.
It must not be easy for you either with your stepdad gone.
It's kind of better, honestly.
Better how?
He was an asshole.
So, there's less
assholery.
Are you sleeping better?
Yeah, fine.
No more headaches?
Nightmares?
Billy!
Nope.
Max?
What you've been through, what you're still going through,
it's a lot for anyone.
And it's okay to not be okay.
But I can only help you if you're truthful,
if you open up to me.
Yeah, I... I know.
I'm... I'm being open.
I'm being open.
Max, hey.
Are you stalking me or something?
Oh, no, I... I just wanted to give you this.
- What is this? - A ticket to the game.
I know you never want to go to my games,
but this one is kind of a big deal.
A big deal? Lucas, you really care about this?
Yeah, I... I do. Maybe you should find something you care about too.
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
Uh...
You're just...
It's... It's like you're not even here anymore.
It's... It's like you're a ghost or something.
A ghost?
Really?
Max,
I know something's wrong.
Yeah, right.
Something must be wrong with me because I broke up with you.
No.
No, that... that's not what I meant.
Lucas, look,
people just change, okay?
That's it.
I've changed.
It's that simple.
Good luck.
Hey, are you all right?
Yeah... Yes, I'm...
I'm fine.
Okay, um...
You're sure?
Please, just go away.
Are you deaf? I said go away.
Chrissy?
Mom?
You ready to try on the dress again?
I loosened the back a little for you.
Chrissy! Did you hear me?
Open the goddamn door, Chrissy...
open the door, Chrissy,
or I'm gonna gut you like the fat pig that you are.
Go away! Go away! Go away!
- Did you hear me? - Go away!
Go away! Go away! Go away! Go away!
Can you hear me?
"The Devil has come to America."
"Dungeons and Dragons,
at first regarded as a harmless game of make-believe,
now has both parents and psychologists concerned."
"Studies have linked violent behavior to the game,
saying it promotes satanic worship,
ritual sacrifice,
sodomy,
suicide,
and even...
murder."
Shit, he seems really revved up today.
He's always revved up.
We'll just act casual.
- Casual. - Casual.
Right, okay.
Totally.
Society has to blame something.
- We're an easy target. - Exactly.
We're the freaks because we like to play a fantasy game.
But as long as you're into band
or science...
... or parties
or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets...
- Loser! - You want something, freak?
Prick.
It's forced conforming.
That's what's... ... killing the kids!
That's the real monster.
So, uh, speaking of monsters,
uh,
Lucas has to do his, uh,
balls-in-laundry-baskets game.
So...
... he's not gonna be able to make it to Hellfire tonight.
And I know there's no way we can beat
your sadistic campaign without him.
So, me and Mike,
we were talking,
shooting the shit,
and we were thinking that maybe we might...
Postpone.
- Postpone? Can't just drop this on us! - Over my dead body.
Shut up!
You saying Sinclair's been taken in by the dark side?
- Uh, something like that. - Something like that?
- Jesus Christ. - And rather than find a sub for him,
you want... you want to postpone
"The Cult of Vecna"?
I... I don't want to postpone it. We don't want to postpone it.
It's just that, you know,
most of the subs will be at the championship game.
- Oh, it's the championship game? - Yeah.
Can I level with you?
Jeff graduates this year.
Gareth's got, what? A year and a half?
Me, I am army-crawling my way toward a D in Ms. O'Donnell's.
If I don't blow her final,
I'm gonna walk that stage next month,
I'm gonna look Principal Higgins dead in the eye,
I'm gonna flip him the bird,
I'm gonna snatch that diploma.
I'm gonna run like hell outta here.
- Didn't you say that last year? - And the year before?
Yeah, yeah, and I was full of shit.
This year's different.
This year is my year.
I can feel it.
'86, baby.
You know what that means?
It means you boys
are the future of Hellfire.
I knew it the moment I saw you.
You sat on that table right over there, looking like...
looking like two little lost sheep.
You were wearing a Weird Al T-shirt,
which I thought was brave.
Thank you.
Mike, you were wearing whatever shit
your mommy bought you from goddamn Gap.
And we showed you
that school didn't have to be the worst years of your lives, right?
- No. - Okay, no, no.
Well, I'm here to tell you
that there are other little lost sheepies out there who need help.
Who need you.
And all you guys gotta do
is get your Bo-Peeps on and go and find one.
Where the hell have you been?
I have karate from 1:00 to 3:00 on Fridays.
So let me see if I have this right.
You received a doll in the mail.
- Yes. - And it's creepy.
- Oh, yes. - And you believe it's from Russia, huh?
- I know it is. - Hmm.
The... The stamps on the package
have that hammer with that hook thingamajig.
- Sickle. - Whatever.
Sounds like it came from Russia.
Wow, I am so glad I called you.
Should I be worried?
I would be.
Ah!
Could be a threat.
After all, you did sabotage their U.S. operation
and killed about two dozen comrades.
But how would they know my name?
If it's the KGB, Joyce,
and they wanna find out who you are, they will.
Wait, can you undress her?
- What? - The creepy doll.
Can you remove her dress?
I don't...
Okay.
Jesus.
What?
She has nipples.
Yeah!
Okay, now, do you see anything taped to her?
Wires or a bug or something?
I don't know. It's... It's cracked.
Cracked?
Yeah, like, the porcelain's cracked
and they tried to glue it back together.
Okay, okay. Uh, do you have rope
and something heavy?
What for?
Smashing.
What do you think, Byers?
I call it a weeder.
You get it, man? Like a feeder?
Weeder?
Clever.
Hey, where are you going, man?
Look, I'm just trying to turn that frown upside down, man.
Yeah, yeah.
Okay, come on, man.
What, are you gonna be moping around all break or what?
- I'm not moping. - You're moping.
- Really? - Mopey Dick.
Wow, wow, that's clever.
Is this because your girl is ditching you?
What? Nancy's not ditching me.
Oh, so she's coming now?
No.
Ah, so she's ditching you.
Dude, no, she's not ditching me.
She has to work.
Who the hell works over spring break?
Nancy. Nancy does.
Maybe I'm missing something,
but why can't Jonathan come down here for break?
- Because. - Because why?
Because a lot of reasons.
Curious.
Um, do you mind if I take a crack at this, Candace?
Um, go ahead. All yours.
You said there's lots of reasons he's not coming. Such as?
- Why are you being so nosy? - Call it journalistic instinct.
Okay, well, there's no story here, if that's what you're after.
His mom works,
so he has to watch over his brother.
On top of that, he's not early decision like me,
so he's waiting on his acceptance letter,
and he wants to be there when it comes.
Which I totally get.
Okay. Um, I don't. It just...
... doesn't make any sense, dude.
Okay, let me sift through this mess.
Nancy is the supposed love of your life.
In fact, you're so smitten that you have this grand plan
to go to some fancy-schmancy college, AKA money pit, together?
And yet he's so nervous about this acceptance letter,
he doesn't have time to visit the most desired girl in Hawkins?
That doesn't pass the smell test.
In fact, it stinks to high heaven.
Whoo!
Look, you're a good boy, okay?
You've been a good boy, man.
And I think it's way past due
you give that right hand of yours a vacation
and get you some well-deserved hanky-panky.
Okay, first of all, Fred,
I'm going to try to forget that you said any of that.
- It's... - Gross, dude.
- It's natural. - You don't understand Nancy.
He's not like you. He's caring and compassionate and...
... incredibly ambitious.
She's never done a single thing halfway in her life.
He's so protective over the people that he loves.
If she takes on the editor of the school paper,
she's gonna make that the best paper that ever existed.
And he'll never back down from what's right, what's moral.
No matter the pressure, no matter the personal cost...
- That's why I love her. - That's why I love him.
- Everything between us is... - Perfect.
Eh, I'm still rooting for my alt.
Nancy!
Nancy, hey.
Um, do you wanna join Hellfire tonight?
Just move your date this one time.
Come on.
What, to hang out with you and Eddie "the freak" Munson?
Uh, yeah, I'll pass.
You're just jealous 'cause I have another older male friend.
Ew. Ugh. Whatever.
Besides, I mean, I really dig this girl.
I think that she could...
Who knows, she could be the one.
Oh, I got some customers. Call you back. Bye.
No, you can't. I'm at...
... school.
So you fight with dice?
Yes, but these aren't your normal dice.
They have up to 20 sides.
If I play, do I get one of those cool T-shirts?
- Yes. - Really?
Everyone gets a T-shirt. We make 'em ourselves, and if you...
You're being sarcastic.
You being sarcastic?
She was being sarcastic.
Mom says the game promotes Satanism and animal cruelty.
That's just bullshit media propaganda.
60 Minutes begs to differ.
- No. - No.
No.
- No. - No.
I hate high school.
So, screw it.
Screw what?
Screw high school.
What? What? Dustin, where are you going?
Just trust me!
Come on, just talk to me.
Tell me things!
- Wear a helmet! - What are you talking about?
Hello?
Whoa, hey, hey, hey.
Sorry.
Didn't mean to scare you.
You okay?
There's, uh... There's nothing to worry about. Okay?
No one ever comes out here.
We're safe.
I promise.
So, how does this work exactly?
Oh, just like any other old sale,
except, uh, cash only,
and, uh, for obvious reasons,
no receipts.
I'll do you a half ounce for, uh... 20. What do you say?
Plenty of bang for your buck. Should last a while.
Hey, uh, we don't need to do this.
Just give me the word and I'll walk away.
- Okay? - It's not that. I don't want you to go.
It's just...
Do you ever feel like
you're losing your mind?
Um,
you know, just... on a daily basis.
I feel like I'm losing my mind right now
doing a drug deal with Chrissy Cunningham,
the queen of Hawkins High.
You know, this isn't the first time that we've, um...
- hung out. - No?
You don't remember?
I'm sorry. I...
That's okay.
I wouldn't remember me either, Chrissy.
Honestly, do I have stuff in my hair?
You don't remember me?
I'm sorry.
Middle school, talent show.
You were doing this cheer thing.
You know, the... the thing you do.
It was pretty cool, actually.
And I...
- I was with my band. - Corroded Coffin.
- Corro... You do remember. - Oh my God! Yes, of course.
With a name like that, how could I forget?
I dunno. You're a freak.
No, you just...
- You looked so... - Different?
Yeah. Well, uh, my hair was buzzed,
and I didn't have these sweet old tatties yet.
- You played guitar, right? - Uh-huh.
Still do. Still do.
You should come see us.
Uh, we play at The Hideout on Tuesdays.
It's pretty cool. We... We actually get a crowd
of about five drunks.
It's not exactly the Garden,
but you gotta start somewhere, right? So...
You know, you're not what I thought you'd be like.
- Mean and scary? - Yeah.
Yeah, well, I actually kinda thought you'd be kinda mean and scary too.
- Me? - Terrifying.
Uh, so,
in other good news, flattery works with me, so...
Twenty-five percent discount for the half.
Fifteen bucks. You're robbing me blind here, you know.
Do you have anything
maybe
stronger?
Nice job, Kate.
Excellent work, Paul. Nice improvement.
Very disappointing, Jane.
Let's talk after break.
- Oh! - Oh my God.
I am so sorry.
I hope Mr. Fibbly's okay.
Whoops!
Oh my God.
Angela!
Holy shit!
What the hell was that?
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey, what's going on here?
What's going on? Jane?
Jane.
Did someone do this?
I tripped.
It was just an accident.
All right, Angela. You come with me.
- Ooh! - What? Why?
Let's go.
I didn't do anything. Tell her, Jane. Tell her!
Shit. El. El.
Shit.
El...
I'm sorry.
It's gonna be okay.
It... It's not that bad.
We'll fix it together, okay?
Okay? Shit.
Come on, kids.
Don't stare.
Oh, hi.
Mommy, what's she doing?
Was this really necessary?
If that porcelain belly is pregnant with an explosive device,
you will soon be thanking me.
And remember, you are not lowering this bucket. You are...
Releasing it. Got it.
We want to make sure that we destroy that doll
with as much force as possible.
Yep. Got it.
One more thing.
Joyce. Are you there? Talk to me! Joyce! Joyce!
Joyce! Joyce! Joyce!
- Joyce! - Yeah?
- What happened? - It broke.
Do you see a bug?
Anything with wires?
Or anything that... that doesn't look like the insides of a doll.
Anything like that?
Joyce! Joyce!
Where'd you go? Where'd you go now?
Why are you not answering me again?
Joyce!
Oh my...
Let's go, Tigers!
Does it bother you that, like,
we might win a championship right after you graduated?
Yeah, that's an interesting point.
Thank you so much for bringing that up, Brenda.
Everyone now please rise for our national anthem.
Singing for us tonight, we have a very special guest.
All the way from Nashville,
our very own Tammy Thompson!
Go, Tammy!
We love you, Tammy!
♪ O say, can you see ♪
♪ By the dawn's early light... ♪
Told you.
Muppet.
Okay, she does sound like a Muppet.
Oh my God, totally.
She sounds like Kermit.
I was thinking it was more like Miss Piggy.
I used to think she sounded good 'cause I had this massive crush...
Sorry?
Um, we... we took a... a massively hard class together.
We were... We were in Mrs. Click's class together.
Yeah.
Uh...
- Sorry, were you asking me a question? - No.
Oh, okay.
♪ ... ramparts we watched ♪
Wow. She sounds amazing, doesn't she?
♪ And the rocket's red glare ♪
♪ The bombs bursting in air ♪
♪ Gave proof through the night ♪
♪ That our flag was still there ♪
♪ O say, does that star-spangled... ♪
Absolutely not.
You asked for a sub. We delivered.
This is Hellfire Club. Not Babysitting Club.
I'm 11, you long-haired freak.
My, my, the child speaks.
So, what's your name, child?
Erica Sinclair.
So this is Sinclair's infamous sister.
He's sharp.
What's your class and level? Level one dwarf?
My name is Lady Applejack.
And I'm a chaotic good half-elf rogue, level 14.
I will sneak behind any monster you throw my way
and stab them in the back with my poison-soaked kukri.
And I'll smile as I watch them die a slow, agonizing death.
So, we gonna do this,
or we gonna keep chitchatting like this is your mommy's book club?
Welcome to Hellfire.
Push 'em back, defense! Push 'em back...
Hey! Yo, you gotta stay on 'em.
Stay on 'em! Let's go! Go!
Looks like my headline has a shot.
The hooded cultists chant,
"Hail Lord Vecna."
They turn to you,
remove their hoods.
You recognize most of them from Makbar.
But there is one you do not recognize,
his skin shriveled,
desiccated.
And something else.
He is not only missing his left arm,
but his left eye!
No! No!
- Vecna's dead. - He was killed by Kas.
So it was thought, my friends. So it was thought.
But Vecna lives.
Yo, what the hell was that?
What the hell was that? That's not me, that's him.
You are scared. You're tired. You are injured.
Do you flee Vecna and his cultists?
Or stand your ground and fight?
Come on.
- Sinclair, you're in. - Huh?
You're in. Son, let's go!
I say we fight.
To the death.
To the death! To the death!
To the death!
Yeah!
- No! - Defense! Defense!
Shoot it!
Yes!
Come on!
Time-out. Time-out.
Time-out! Time-out!
Guys, I hate to say this, but we've got to flee.
- I concur. - Didn't we just agree "to the death"?
That wasn't literal.
Vecna just decimated us. We can't kill him with two players.
You too? He only has 15 hit points left. Don't be pussies.
Pussies? Really? 'Cause we're not delusional?
- Delusional? How about not cowards? - Hey!
If I may interject, gentlemen, Lady Applejack.
Whilst I respect the passion,
you'd be wise to take Gareth the Great's concern to heart.
There is no shame in running.
Don't try to be heroes.
Not today, 'kay?
One sec.
What do you think?
How many hit points do you and Applejack have left?
Twelve.
Here, on inbound,
they're gonna try and take away Jason and double-team him.
That is gonna free up Patrick.
Wait, no. You gotta let me take the shot.
It's risky as hell.
But you're the ones on the battlefield.
So it's your call.
- What do you say, Lady Applejack? - You really gotta ask?
Screw it.
Let's kill the son of a bitch.
Winners find a way to win. Let me find a way.
The chances of success are 20-to-1.
Never tell me the odds.
Just get me the ball. Get me the ball.
Give me the D20.
That's a miss!
- No! - Shit! Shit!
- Please! - Come on!
Please!
Come on!
- Crit hit! - Yeah!
What? What?
That's why we play.
Yes! Yes!
Lucas! Lucas! Lucas! Lucas!
That's you, baby! That's you!
Yeah, man.
Hey, Jed, you comin'?
Oh, yeah. Party at Benny's, boys!
Yeah!
Yes!
Lucas. Come on, man.
After a tragic year for our town,
the Tigers have brought home the conference title
for the first time in 22 years.
And what a great game it was, Allen,
ending with a dramatic buzzer-beater from benchwarmer Lucas Sinclair.
He must be feeling on top of the world right...
All right, all right, I hear you.
- It'll be 3.07. - Yeah.
But this is your old friend Billy talking.
You know, just... just a little favor. And I don't think...
No. I don't wanna do that stuff.
Not for you, not for anybody.
I'm trying to be normal, Billy.
I'm coming. I'm coming.
Here you go. Good boy.
This is, uh, my castle.
Okay. All right.
One more. That's it though, right?
Good boy.
Sorry for the mess.
Uh, the maid took the week off.
You, um...
You live here alone?
With my uncle.
But, uh, he works nights at the plant.
Bringing home the big bucks.
How long does it take?
Sorry?
The Special K. How long to kick in?
Oh, uh, well, it depends if you snort it or not.
Uh, if you do,
then, uh, yeah.
It'll, uh, kick in pretty quick.
Oh, shit.
- You're sure you have it? - No, no, I got it.
Um, somewhere.
Uh...
Sorry I'm late, sweetheart.
You're beautiful.
Eddie? Did you find it?
Eddie?
Mom?
Just loosening this up for you, sweetheart.
You're going to look... ... absolutely beautiful.
Chrissy!
- No! - Chrissy, open the door!
- No! - Let go! Let go!
Chrissy!
Dad.
Dad! Dad?
Gotcha.
Found it.
Peaceful bliss, just moments away.
Chrissy?
Chrissy.
Hello?
Chrissy.
Hey, Chrissy, wake up.
Hey. Hello?
Chrissy. Hello?
Hey, Chrissy.
Chrissy?
Chrissy.
No!
Help! Help!
Somebody, help me!
Time to wake up. Hello? Can you hear me?
Wake up, Chrissy.
Chrissy, wake up!
I don't like this, Chrissy! Wake up!
Help!
Chrissy.
No.
Chrissy! Chrissy! Chrissy!
Chrissy, wake up now! Chrissy!
Don't cry, Chrissy.
It's time
for your suffering...
to end.
Chrissy!
What...
Jesus Christ!
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