NO ONE'S POV:

(Y/N & the others are still watching what the Russians are doing.)

Steve, (Y/N), & Dustin: The gate.

(They walk back down the stairs.)

Robin: I don't understand. You've seen this before.

Steve: Not exactly.

Robin: Then what, exactly?

Dustin: All you need to know is it's bad.

Steve: It's really bad.

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

(Y/N): That cover it?

Robin: And you three know about this how?

Erica: Um, Steve? Where's your Russian friend?

(He sees that the Russian he knocked out is gone.)

*ALARM BLARING*

Steve: Shit.

(He looks out the door to see a bunch of Russians making their way towards them so he closes the door.)

Steve: Shit. Go, go, go, go, go!

Dustin: Shit.

(They start running.)

Steve: Move! Let's move!

(They run into an office full of Russian scientists.)

Steve: Go! Shit! Shit, shit, shit! Go, go, go!

(Y/N): Steve! Would this be a good time to...you know?

Steve: (Y/N), less asking questions and more running!

(Y/N): Right, sorry!

(They run deeper into the base & right next to the beam. They continue to head further down until they run into a back room where Y/N holds the door closed as Russian guards try to push the door open.)

(Y/N): [groans] Steve! Take Robin and the pups!

Steve: What? I'm not--

(Y/N): [strained] No time to argue, just go!

(The Russians start slowly pushing the door open...)

(Y/N): [strained growling]

(Y/N slowly pushes the door closed. As he's doing this, his eyes start turning yellow. Steve runs to the door & helps hold it closed.)

(Y/N): Steve!

Steve: Werewolf or not, you need help holding the door!

(Y/N): [strained sigh] Robin--

(She runs to the door & helps them hold it closed.)

Robin: [strained] Save it!

Dustin: Shit!

(Erica lifts a panel up from the floor.)

Erica: Here! Come on, let's go!

Dustin: Come on!

Steve: Go! Just get out of here!

Dustin: Go, come on, now!

(Y/N): You all need to leave me behind!

Steve: No! Just go get some help, okay?

(Dustin hops in the hole.)

Steve: What are you doing?!

Robin, (Y/N), & Steve: Go!

Dustin: I won't forget you!

Robin, (Y/N), & Steve: Go!

(Dustin places the panel over the hole as the Russian guards are finally able to push the door open. Sending Robin, Y/N, & Steve to the ground.)

Robin: [yelps, grunts]

(The Russian guards aim & cock their guns at them.)

(Y/N): Steve?

Steve: Yeah, (Y/N)?

(He notices the canines appearing in Y/N's mouth.)

(Y/N): Stay down and close your eyes. The same goes for you, Robin.

Robin: Why would we need to close our eyes?

(Y/N): [sighs] Steve, cover Robin's eyes if need be.

(He leaps at the guards in front of them.)

Guards: [yell]

*GUNSHOTS*

Robin: [screams]

Steve: [yells]

(The force of Y/N pushes one of the guards into a wall.)

*THUD*

(He sweeps the leg of another guard.)

Guard: Ugh!

(Once the guard hits the ground...)

*SMASH*

(He brings his fist down onto the guard's head, sending it through the floor. More guards shuffle into the room & look at Y/N standing over fallen guards.)

Guard: [in Russian] Open fire!

(Y/N picks up a guard's body.)

*GUNSHOTS*

(Y/N): [growling]

*SPLAT*

(The bullets go into the body Y/N's holding in front of him. Once he's close enough he throws the body at the guards, knocking them down.)

Guards: [grunts]

(He rushes over to one of the guards & starts...)

*PUNCHES*

(Repeatedly punching that guard in the face. Blood goes back & forth between Y/N's fist & the guard's face.)

(Y/N): [yells]

Robin: (Y/N)?

*PUNCHES*

Steve: (Y/N)!

(Y/N): Hm?

(He turns around to see more guards pointing their guns at Steve & Robin.)

Guard: [in Russian] On your knees or your friends die!

(Y/N doesn't know what he's saying but he can guess.)

(Y/N): [sighs]

(He puts his hands up & drops to his knees. A guard runs up to Y/N & hits him in the face with the butt of his gun.)

*THUD*

(Y/N): [groans]

(Knocking him out. Some time after their capture, we see Steve being interrogated, after being punched.)

Steve: [groans] That one stung. [gasps for air]

Ozerov: Who do you work for?

Steve: For the millionth time, I work at Scoops Ahoy! Scoops Ahoy.

Steve: [groans] What the hell?! Look at my outfit! Look at my outfit! You think I just wear this?! Think I'm a spy in a sailor's uniform?

(He's punched in the gut again.)

Steve: [groans, grunts]

Ozerov: How did you get in?

Steve: [gasps] I already told you. I told you before. [gasps for air] My delivery didn't come, my friends and I, we thought that it was left at the loading dock, so we went in the room, and then it turned into an elevator, and then...and then we dropped and then, next thing we know, I open my eyes, and we're in this...wonderful facility. But I swear to God, nobody knows about us, nobody saw us. You could just let us go, all right? And I'm not gonna tell anybody about this, okay? Shit happens, life goes on. And, uh...ice--ice cream. Ice cream, okay? You guys know what ice cream is. Everybody loves ice cream. I don't know if you have Russian ice cream or if that's considered gelato. I don't know what's what, but whatever you guys want, seriously. USS Butterscotch, I mean, you gotta try it. It is out of this world, I'm telling ya!

(They laugh.)

Steve: [laughs nervously]

Ozerov: I like this guy! [laughs] "USS...Butterscotch." [laughs] [chuckles]

(He bends down to Steve's height as the laughter stops.)

Ozerov: Who do you work for?

Steve: Oh, come on. No, no! No, seriously--

(Steve's punched across the jaw that knocks him out. He's dragged into a room & the soldiers toss him on the ground. Soldiers bring Robin into the same room.)

Robin: Get your hands off me!

(They toss Robin to the ground.)

Robin: [yelps, grunts]

(She tries to shake Steve awake.)

Robin: Hey...Steve? Steve? Steve?

(Ozerov walks in.)

Robin: Steve?

(She looks around the room to see Y/N is no one to be found.)

Robin: (Y/N)? (Y/N)?!

(She looks up at Ozerov.)

Robin: What did you do to them? What did you do?

Robin: [groans, wimpers]

Ozerov: [in Russian] Put them in the chairs.

(Some soldiers pick them up.)

Robin: Don't touch me! Steve--[grunts]

(The soldiers tie them back-to-back on chairs.)

Robin: Steve, wake up. Steve? [grunts, yelps] What did you do?! [grunts]

(Ozerov lifts Steve's head up.)

Robin: Don't touch him.

Ozerov: [clicking tongue]

Robin: Steve? Steve, can you hear me? (Y/N), where are you?!

Ozerov: I think your friend need a doctor.

(He stands in front of Robin.)

Ozerov: Good thing...we have the very best. [laughs]

(He wipes his face.)

Ozerov: You are going to regret that, little bitch.

(They leave the room.)

Robin: Bastards. Let us out of here! Bastards! Let us out! Let us out!

(Cut to Y/N waking up in a room that looks like the room Steve was interrogated in.)

(Y/N): [groans]

(He opens his jaw slowly.)

(Y/N): Ugh.

(He tries to move his hands but they've been tied behind him.)

(Y/N): What the--

(He looks up to see Ozerov & a soldier in front of him.)

(Y/N): Oh, yeah. Commies. Am I tied up because of what I did to your comrades? I left them alive. It was you guys that ended up killing one of your own--

*PUNCH*

(The soldier punches him across the jaw.)

(Y/N): [growls]

(He lunges at the soldier but goes nowhere due to him being chained to the wall.)

(Y/N): [grunts]

Ozerov: Who do you work for?

(Y/N): Uh, Starcourt Theater? Are you blind? I'm wearing an usher's uniform.

Ozerov: Do you expect me to believe that? Especially after what you did? You had to be trained somewhere.

*PUNCH*

(The soldier punches Y/N in the gut this time.)

(Y/N): [coughs] I...I...

Ozerov: Hm?

(Y/N): I can explain how I beat up your comrades! Ugh...

Ozerov: Go on.

(Y/N): You see, I'm a black belt in kara--

*PUNCHES*

(The soldier punches repeatedly. Switching from his face to his gut with each blow.)

(Y/N): *spits out a tooth* That'll grow back eventually.

Ozerov: You take beating better than friend.

(Y/N): Friend...? [softly] Steve and Robin?

(He struggles to stand up to no avail.)

(Y/N): Where are they?! Tell me! I swear if you've--You said something about a beating? You hurt one of them?! [growls] You're going to regret that!

Ozerov: Hollow threats mean nothing here.

(Y/N): [in Irish accent] Hollow? I'll show you who's hollow after I rip--

(He realizes he let his accent slip.)

(Y/N's thoughts): Of all the times for my accent to reemerge.

Ozerov: Oh. What accent that is? Irish?

(Y/N): *glares*

Ozerov: So you're an Irishman? You work for the IRA? Why did they send you here? What do they know?!

(Y/N): [laughs]

Ozerov: What's funny?

(Y/N): [laughs] You think I'm in the IRA? [scoffs] I wish!

(The soldier attempts to punch Y/N again but he moves his back & watches the soldier's arm in front of him.)

*CHOMP*

(He bites down on the soldier's arm.)

Soldier: [yells]

(He rips a chunk of the soldier's arm off in his mouth.)

Soldier: [screams]

(Y/N): [swallows] There's a first time for everything, ha!

(Ozerov & the soldier start backing away from Y/N.)

(Y/N): Hey, where you guys goin'? I thought you were just getting started? *bites* Okay, okay. Tell me this, did you put my friends in the same room? And was it because you thought they were a couple?

Ozerov: Fine, you won't talk! I'm sure your ice cream friends will!

(He slams the door shut, leaving Y/N alone in the room.)

(Y/N): [panting]

(The camera pans behind Y/N showing that his hand is slowly transforming into a werewolf paw. Cut back to Robin & Steve still tied up to chairs.)

Robin: Help! Help! Help!

Steve: Hey, would you stop yelling?

Robin: Steve! Oh, my God! [panting] Steve...Are--Are you okay?

Steve: My ears are ringing, and I can't really breathe, my eye feels like it's about to pop out of my skull, but, you know, apart from that, I'm doing pretty good.

Robin: Well, the good news is that they're calling you a doctor. [chuckles] The bad news is I don't know where they're keeping (Y/N). I haven't seen him since those Russians knocked him out.

Steve: Well...[winces] he'll be here in no time.

Robin: To be interrogated like us?

Steve: That. Or...save us. Speaking of that doctor, is this his place of work? I love the vibe.

Robin: [chuckles]

Steve: Charming.

Robin: Yeah, tell me about it. So, okay, do you see that table over there to your right?

(Steve looks to his right.)

Robin: No, your other right.

Steve: Oh.

Robin: Yeah, okay. And do you see those scissors?

Steve: Uh-huh.

Robin: Yeah, well, I think that if we move at the same time, we could get over there, and then maybe I could kick the table and knock them into your lap.

Steve: And I could cut the binds.

Robin: Yeah, and we could get out of here and find (Y/N).

Steve: Gotcha. Okay, yeah, we can do that.

Robin: Yeah.

Steve: Those morons. They left scissors in here?

Robin: Yeah, morons. [laughs]

Steve: Total morons.

(They start hopping their way to the scissors & it works for a bit until...)

Robin: [laughing lightly]

Steve: It's okay, it's okay. Don't cry. Robin.

Robin: [giggles]

Steve: Are you laughing?

Robin: [laughing] Yeah.

Steve: Jesus!

Robin: I'm sorry! I'm so sorry. It's just...I can't believe...I'm gonna die in a secret Russian base with Steve "The Hair" Harrington. It's just too trippy, man.

Steve: We're not gonna die. We're gonna get out of here, okay? I'm sure (Y/N)'s on his way to us right now.

Robin: Steve. Nothing would make me happier than seeing (Y/N) burst through those doors and rescuing us but I just don't see that happening. How come you have so much faith in him? I get that he's your best friend and all...

Steve: For starters, he told me that I won't be dying anytime soon and he'd make sure of that.

Robin: I don't think (Y/N) expected to go against Russians for you but okay.

Steve: There's also...this thing he can do.

Robin: Which is?

Steve: It would be better if he told you or showed you for that matter.

Robin: What if I don't get the chance?

Steve: Then...just let me think for a second.

Robin: Do you remember, um, Mrs. Click's sophomore history class?

Steve: What?

Robin: Mrs. Clickity-Clackity. That's what us band dweebs called her.

Steve: [sighs]

Robin: It was first period, Tuesdays and Thursdays, you and (Y/N) were always late.

Steve: I made (Y/N) late.

Robin: I figured. You two always had the same breakfast. Bacon, egg, and cheese on a sesame seed bagel. (Y/N) had tuna fish salad on an everything bagel. I sat behind the both of you two days a week for a year. Mister Funny. Mister Cool. The King of Hawkins High himself. Do you even remember me from that class? Does (Y/N)? [chuckles] Of course you don't. You were a real asshole, you know that?

Steve: Yeah, I know.

Robin: But it didn't even matter. It didn't matter that you were an ass. I was still...obsessed with you. Even though all us losers pretend to be above it all, we still just wanna be popular...accepted, normal.

Steve: If it makes you feel any better, having those things isn't all that great. Seriously. [sighs] It just baffles me. Everything that people tell you is important, everything that people say you should care about, it's all just...[chuckles] bullshit. But I guess you gotta mess up to figure things out, right?

Robin: I hope so. I feel like my whole life has been...one big error.

Steve: [chuckles] Yep. [laughs]

Robin: At least it can't get any more messed up than this. [chuckles]

Steve: You know, I wish I'd known you in Click's class.

Robin: Yeah?

Steve: Really, I do.

Robin: [chuckles]

Steve: Would've been nice having another good person as a friend. Maybe you could've helped me pass the class. Maybe instead of being here, I'd be on my way to college right now.

Robin: And I would have no idea that there were evil Russians beneath our feet, and I would be happily slinging ice cream with some other schmuck.

Steve: [chuckles] Gotta say, though, I liked being your schmuck. It was fun while it lasted.

Robin: It was.

(Ozerov walks in with a doctor & sees them on the ground.)

Ozerov: [chuckles] Where were you two going?

(Some soldiers pick them up & he gets in Steve's face.)

Ozerov: Try telling the truth this time, yes? It will make your visit with Dr. Zharkov less painful.

Steve: [winces]

Ozerov: [chuckles]

(Dr. Zharkov walks towards Steve with a big needle.)

Steve: Wait a second. Wait. Hold on. Okay! Wait, wait, wait! What is that thing?

Dr. Zharkov: It will help you talk.

Steve: Did you even clean that thing?

(Dr. Zharkov sticks the needle beneath Steve's ear & injects something.)

Steve: [screams]

(Cut to Y/N still handcuffed in the interrogation room.)

(Y/N): I should've took that guy's arm off. I'm plenty capable of doing it. [sighs] I'm sure I'll have the chance...once...

(His arms start changing into werewolf arms.)

*CUFFS SNAPPING*

(Y/N): ...I'm free.

(He rubs his wrists after being freed from the cuffs.)

(Y/N): So tight. [sniffs] Okay, so there's two guards at the door. They should've posted more here. [sniffs] They must be keeping Steve and Robin somewhere else.

(He stands up & runs his fingers through his hair.)

(Y/N): [deep breath]

(He runs full speed into the door.)

*THUD*

(He successfully breaks down the door. He's now laying on his back, on the door.)

(Y/N): [groans]

(He looks up to see the two guards posted, looking at him.)

Guard 1: Kak?

Guard: Kakiye?

(They aim their guns down at Y/N. Before either of them can fire; Y/N grabs the barrel of one of the guns, pulls it down towards him, brings the guard closer to him &...)

*STAB*

(He stabs his claws into the guard's throat.)

Guard 1: [gargles blood]

Guard 2: Net!

(Before the other guard can react, Y/N pulls his claws out of the guard's throat, turns to the remaining guard, grabs him by the neck, & lifts him up.)

Guard 2: [gasps]

(Y/N): [in Irish accent] I'd say sorry about your friend but I'm not. Now--

(The guard frantically punches his arm but Y/N shows no reaction to the punches.)

(Y/N): Hey, stop that. The only thing you're accomplishing is pissing me off.

(The guard stops punching his arm.)

(Y/N): Oh, you understand English? Good. Now, do you have a family?

Guard 2: [strained] No!

(Y/N): Maith, ní bheidh aon duine chailleann tú ansin.

Guard 2: What...?

(Y/N): [chuckles] Sorry, native language. I said, " Good, no one will miss you then.

(As he's holding the guard, he changes into a werewolf.)

Guard 2: [screaming]

*BITE*

(He bites the head of the guard, killing him.)

*THUD*

(He drops the body of the guard on the ground.)

(Y/N's thoughts): Hang on, guys. I'm coming.

(Cut to Robin & Steve after Dr. Zharkov's visit.)

Steve: Honestly, I don't really feel anything. Do you?

Robin: I mean, I...I feel fine. I feel normal.

Steve: Yeah, I feel--I feel fine. I kinda feel good.

Both: [chuckling]

Robin: You wanna know a secret?

Steve: What?

Robin: I like it, too!

Both: [laugh]

Robin: I feel good.

Steve: Morons. They messed up the drug.

Robin: They messed it up!

Robin: Morons. Hey, morons!

Steve: Morons!

Robin: Moron! Mor--

Steve: Hey! Whoa-oh!

Robin: Oh, no. There is definitely something wrong with us.

Steve: Something's wrong.

(Ozerov, Dr. Zharkov, & a guard walk into the room. Dr. Zharkov takes some tools out of a bag.)

Robin: [chuckles] Would now be a good time to tell you that I don't like doctors?

Ozerov: Let's try this again, yes?

Steve: [murmurs]

Ozerov: Who do you work for?

Steve: Scoops. [chuckles] Scoops Ahoy.

Robin: [giggles]

Ozerov: How did you find us?

Steve: Totally by accident. [chuckles]

Ozerov: [in Russian] More lies.

(Dr. Zharkov picks up a tool.)

Steve: What is that shiny little toy?

Robin: Where are you going with that, doc?

Steve: Whoa, whoa, hey, hey. Wait! No! Wait! Wait! Whoa!

(Zharkov starts pulling one of Steve's fingernails off until Robin speaks up.)

Robin: There was a code! We heard a code!

Ozerov: Code? What code?

(He walks over to Robin.)

Robin: "The week is long. The silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west." Blah, blah, blah. You broadcast that stupid spy shit all over town, and we picked it up on our Cerebro, and we cracked it in a day. A day! You think you're so smart, but a couple of kids who scoop ice cream and one who gives out movie tickets for a living cracked your code in a day, and now, people know you're here.

Ozerov: Who knows we are here, little bitch?

Steve: Uh, well, Dustin knows.

Robin: Hey, Steve?

Steve: Yeah, Dustin Henderson, he knows.

Robin: Steve!

Steve: [laughs]

Ozerov: Dustin Henderson. It is your small, curly-haired friend?

Steve: Oh, curly-haired. Great hair. Small. Kind of like a 'fro. Yeah.

Ozerov: Where is he?

Steve: He's long gone, you big asshole. And he's probably calling Hopper, and Hopper's calling the US cavalry. [laughs] They're gonna come in here, commando-style, guns a-blazin', and kick your sorry asses back to Russia. You're gonna be two pieces of toast. [snickers] Or you're gonna be mauled by our friend who's already here. You won't like that.

Ozerov: Do you mean your Irish friend?

Steve: Yeah! (Y/N) O'Connell. Great guy, real dependable. He's probably going to rip you in half after he finds out what you did to us. [laughs]

Robin: Wow! [laughs]

Ozerov: Is that so?

Steve: Yeah.

Robin & Steve: [laugh]

Ozerov: [laughs]

(An alarm blares drawing Ozerov & the soldier away, leaving Dr. Zharkov with Steve & Robin. Cut to Y/N walking into the room they're in, wearing a Russian soldier's uniform.)

(Y/N): *looks at Robin & Steve* Finally!

Dr. Zharkov: Hm?

(Y/N): [growls]

*SLASH*

Dr. Zharkov: [yells]

(He slashes Dr. Zharkov across his chest, dropping him to the floor.)

(Y/N): Sorry I took so long. There are a lot of rooms down here.

(Robin looks at what he's wearing.)

Robin: You're one of them, (Y/N)?!

Steve: I knew it!

(Y/N): Of course not! I'm in disguise.

(He looks at Steve.)

(Y/N): "Knew it?" What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Steve: I told you he'd save us.

Robin: You did! [laughs]

(Y/N): That's more like it.

(Dustin & Erica charge in. Dustin stabs Y/N with an electric prod.)

*SHOCKS*

(Y/N): [yells]

(As he's being shocked, he grabs the prod & breaks it over his knee.)

(Y/N): [winces] Dustin...

Dustin: Shit. Sorry, (Y/N).

(Y/N): You're damn right you're sorry.

Dustin: Why are you wearing that?

(Y/N): I'm. In. Disguise!

Erica: But you're a werewolf?

(Y/N): That's beside the poi--you told her?

Dustin: Yeah...

(Y/N): [sighs] Might as well tell the whole town. Let's get out of here.

(They start untying Steve & Robin from the chairs.)

Steve: Hey! Henderson! That's crazy, I was just talking about you.

Robin: Oh, my God!

Dustin: Get ready to run.