NO ONE'S POV:

(The quintet is still on the elevator & they're all...)

Steve: [screaming]

(Y/N): [screaming]

Erica: [screaming]

Robin: [screaming]

Dustin: [screaming] Shit! Shit!

(He starts pushing buttons.)

Steve: We're going down! We're going down!

Robin: Yeah, no shit, Harrington!

(Y/N): I was going to say "Sherlock" but that works too!

Dustin: Why don't these buttons work?!

Steve: [screams]

(Erica runs over to Dustin.)

Erica: Press the button!

Dustin: What do you think I'm doing?!

(Y/N): I can't believe we're going to die in an elevator!

Robin: Stating the obvious, O'Connell!

Steve: Come on, press something! Just press the button!

Dustin: [screams]

Erica: Push it!

*CRASHING*

All: [grunting]

(The elevator stops. A box falls on Steve.)

Steve: Oh!

Robin: [winces]

(Y/N): Ugh...

Steve: My groin. It fell on my groin. Dustin! [strains] (Y/N)!

Robin: [sighs]

Steve: One of you, get this off of me!

(Y/N takes the box off him with ease.)

(Y/N): [strained sigh]

Steve: I can't move.

Robin: Is everyone okay?

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

(Y/N): I am hunky-dory.

(Steve moves Dustin aside to the buttons.)

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

Steve: They're buttons. They have to do something!

Robin: Yeah, if we had a keycard.

Steve: A what?

Robin: It's an electronic lock. Same as the loading dock door. If we don't have a keycard, it won't operate, meaning--

Dustin: We're stuck in here.

Robin: Yeah.

Erica: 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 four are responsible, she's gonna hunt you down, one by one, and slit your throat.

(Y/N): Not if I hunt her first.

Erica & Robin: What?

Steve: 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!

Dustin: Hey. What if we climbed out?

(They look up at a latch on the ceiling. Dustin & Steve climb onto the top of the elevator.)

Dustin: [grunts echo]

Steve: [exhales sharply] What were you saying about climbing?

Sometime Later...

(We see Dustin on top of the elevator.)

Dustin: Code red, I repeat, code red. Does anyone copy? This is code red, I repeat, a code red. This is a code red, I repeat, a code red. Does anyone copy? We are innocent children and we are trapped under Starcourt Mall. The Red Army has infiltrated Hawkins, and if we are found, they will torture and kill us.

Steve: Hey. [grunts] You gotta take it easy on that thing. Gonna drain the battery.

Dustin: The mall just opened.

Steve: So?

Dustin: So someone could be range.

Steve: What do you think, Petey the Mall Cop is gonna rappel down here and save the day?

(He crawls up onto the top of the elevator.)

Dustin: All right, why are you such a cranky pants after getting to spend the night with Robin?

Steve: Shh! Jesus Christ. Will you just give up on your creepy dream already?

Dustin: Well, the dream of her and (Y/N) is over after he bowed out after the hand holding in the rain incident.

Steve: I feel bad about that enough, you don't have to remind me.

Dustin: I heard you guys talking last night.

Steve: (Y/N) was there too. We were trying to figure out a way to open up the door while you children were sleeping. After eight hours, we're still exactly nowhere, which is, you know, probably just a little bit of the reason why I'm feeling just...a tad cranky.

*UNZIPS*

Dustin: What are you doing?

Steve: What's it look like I'm doing? I'm taking a leak. Look away. Look away!

(He starts peeing. It leads down into the elevator.)

Robin: Can you redirect your stream, please?

(He redirects his stream.)

Robin: Ugh. So, what's your deal with silver bullets?

(Y/N): I don't have one.

Robin: Sure you don't.

(Y/N): Is this really what you want to be talking about right now?

Robin: Well, whether I talk about your phobia of silver bullets...

(Y/N): I don't have a phobia of silver bullets.

Robin: Or not, we're still stuck in this elevator.

(Y/N): I'm gonna go climb on the--

Robin: Are you werewolf?

(Y/N): What...?

Robin: That would explain your silver bullet thing.

(Y/N): [nervous laughter] No.

Robin: Hm. I was expecting a bigger reaction than that out of you. Since, you know, considering, werewolves aren't real.

(Y/N): Oh! [chuckles] My bad.

Robin: [chuckles]

(Erica starts banging the vial of green liquid against a barrel.)

Robin: Hey, hey! Be careful, careful, careful!

(She takes it away from Erica.)

Robin: We don't even know what that is.

(Y/N): Are you trying to kill us?

Erica: It could be useful.

Robin: Useful how?

(Y/N): In killing us.

Erica: No. We can survive down here a long time without food, but if the human body doesn't get water, it will die.

Robin: I hate to break it to you, but this is not water.

Erica: No, but it's a liquid, and if it comes down to me drinking that shit or dying of thirst, I drink.

(Y/N): Fuck it. Let her be a guinea pig.

Robin: (Y/N)!

Erica: What did you call me?

*DISTANT ELECTRONIC WHIRRING*

(Robin puts her ear against the door. She sticks her head out of the latch.)

Robin: We've got company.

(Some Russians on a vehicle pick up the boxes as the quintet hides on the roof of the elevator. The Russians drive away as the elevator door closes but before it closes completely, Steve places the vial of green liquid under it to stop it. They all crawl under the door to the other side. The vial breaks and the green liquid inside spills onto the floor, melting through it.)

Steve: Jesus Christ.

Erica: Ooh!

Robin: You still wanna drink that?

(Y/N): Thank God you didn't.

(Dustin turns around.)

Dustin: Holy mother of God.

(The rest of them turn around to see a really long hallway.)

Steve: Well...hope you guys are in good shape. Looking at you roast beef.

(He walks ahead & Y/N follows.)

(Y/N): You know, I could've held the door for you guys to crawl under.

Steve: True, true. But how were you going to follow us under said door? And I don't think you want Robin to find out about your...animal counterpart. I get that you want to show her how strong you are but, dude.

(Y/N): Okay, okay. You've made your point.

(Steve looks back at Robin, Dustin, & Erica.)

Steve: Come on, let's go.

(Robin pushes them forward.)

Dustin: Why me?

(Cut to them now walking down the hallway.)

Dustin: I mean, you have to admit, as a feat of engineering alone, this is impressive.

(Y/N): Meh. Irish hallways are better.

Robin: [chuckles] "Irish hallways?"

(Y/N): You heard me.

Steve: What are you talking about? It's a total fire hazard. There's no stairs, there's no exit, there's just an elevator that drops you halfway to hell.

Erica: They're Commies. You don't pay people, they cut corners.

Robin: To be fair to our Russian comrades, I don't think this tunnel was designed for walking. Think about it, they developed the perfect system for transporting cargo.

Dustin: It all comes into the mall like any old delivery.

Robin: And then they load it up onto those trucks and nobody's the wiser.

Steve: You think they built this whole mall so they can transport that green poison?

Dustin: I very seriously doubt it's something as boring as poison.

(Y/N): I don't see how poison is boring but okay.

Dustin: It's gotta be much more valuable, like promethium or something.

Steve: What the hell is promethium?

Robin: It's what Victor Stone's dad used to make Cyborg's bionic and cybernetic components.

(Y/N): You read comic books?

Robin: Yeah? Do you?

(Y/N): Hell yeah. [softly] That's hot.

Dustin: [chuckles]

Robin: Great, we can swap some when we get out of here.

Erica: You're all so nerdy, it makes me physically ill.

Steve: No, no, no. No, don't lump me in with them. I'm not a nerd, all right?

(Y/N): Reading comics makes you a nerd?

Dustin: It does.

(Y/N): Oh.

Robin: Why so sensitive, Harrington? Afraid of losing cool points to a ten-year-old child?

Steve: No, I'm just saying I don't know jack shit about Prometheus.

Dustin: Promethium. Prometheus is a Greek mythological figure, but whatever. All I'm saying is, it's probably being used to make something.

Robin: Or power something.

Dustin: Like a nuclear weapon?

Robin: Totally.

Steve: Walking towards a nuclear weapon. That's great. That'd be great.

(Y/N): We've walked towards worse.

Robin: But if they're building something, why here? I mean, Hawkins. Seriously. Of all places.

(As she continues to talk, Dustin, Y/N, & Steve stop walking.)

Robin: At the very best, we're a toilet stop on your way to Disneyland, but maybe that's it. Maybe it's our very...

Dustin: You think the Russians know?

Steve: About--

(Y/N): They must if they're here.

Dustin: They could.

Steve: So it's connected?

Dustin: Maybe.

Steve: How?

Dustin: I don't know, but it's...

Steve, (Y/N), & Dustin: Possible.

(The girls turn back to them.)

Robin: I'm sorry, is there something you'd like to share with the class?

(Before they can say anything, the walkie starts walking & code plays in Russian.)

Robin: It's the code.

Dustin: Wherever that broadcast is coming from--

Robin: It's close. And if there's one thing we know about that signal...

Dustin: It can reach the surface.

Robin: Let's go.

(Cut to them sneaking around.)

Steve: Okay, clear. Clear, come on, let's go.

Robin: Okay, that was close.

Dustin: Too close.

Steve: Relax. (Y/N), tell them to relax.

(Y/N): Yeah, relax.

Steve: All right? Nobody saw...

(They all stare at what seems to be the central hub full of Russians causing them to hide behind a piece of equipment.)

Steve: Shit! Jesus!

Dustin: Red Dawn.

Erica: I saw it. First floor, northwest.

Steve: Saw what?

Erica: The comms room.

Steve: You saw the comms room?

Erica: Correct.

Steve: Are you sure?

Erica: Positive. The door was open for a second, and I saw a bunch of lights and machines and shit in there.

Dustin: That could be a hundred different things.

Robin: I'll take those odds.

(Y/N): You heard the lady.

(They all peak their heads to see a door across from them.)

Steve: [whispers] All right. We're gonna move fast, we're gonna stay low. Okay?

(They're able to sneak into a room but in that room, there's a Russian who's reaching for his gun. Y/N retracts his claws but before either of them can make a move, Robin speaks.)

Robin: [in Russian] Tread lightly! Tread lightly!

Russian Man: [in Russian] Who are you?

Robin: [in Russian] Silver cat...

(She gestures to Y/N & the others behind her.)

Robin: [in Russian] Silver cat.

Russian Man: [in Russian] I don't understand.

Robin: [in Russian] China?

Russian Man: [scoffs]

(He reaches for his gun again.)

Steve: [yells]

(He charges the Russian & after a brief struggle, Steve knocks him out with a phone.)

Steve: [panting]

Dustin: Dude! You did it! You won a fight!

(Y/N): *retracts his claws* And you didn't need me to save you! Good man!

Steve: Jeez...[laughs softly]

(Dustin gets the Russian's keycard.)

Erica: What are you doing?

Dustin: Getting us our ticket out of here.

Erica: You want to walk all the way back?

Dustin: Well, we can hang out for a little bit, relax, have a picnic maybe.

Erica: Have a picnic? We came here for the radio.

(As they're arguing, Robin walks up some stairs.)

Dustin: This plan is way better. We have (Y/N) and if I knew Steve could knock out a Russian, that would've been our plan in the first place.

(Up the stairs, Robin sees something.)

(She walks back down.)

Robin: Guys. There's something up there.

(She takes them up to see what she saw.)

Dustin: Holy shit.