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NO ONE'S POV:
(We see Y/N in a tree.)
(Y/N): [yawns] Getting tired. Halloween's coming up, should be fun. I'll have a bowl of candy at the ready. Though, I doubt I'll be giving any kids candy because no one ever shows up at my house. Too far I suppose. More candy for me like the previous years.
(A deer walks under the tree he's in.)
(Y/N): [deep breath] Here goes.
*JUMP*
(He jumps down from the tree he's in & lands on the deer.)
Deer: [yelps]
(The deer tries to shake & buck Y/N off to no avail. Y/N sinks his claws into the deer & bites down on its neck.)
*CRACK*
(He breaks its neck in his jaws.)
(Y/N): [muffled breathing]
(He is now carrying the deer over his shoulders, on his way back to his house.)
(Y/N): Am I getting tired of deer? Not really. Should probably change it up though. Hunt some rabbit or squirrel? Catch a bird out of the air? [groans] I think I'll give Nancy and Steve some venison. Jonathan, too, if there's enough.
The Next Day
(We see Nancy & Steve in Hawkins High parking lot. She's reading over Steve's college entrance essay.)
Steve: It's crap, I know.
Nancy: No, it's not crap.
Steve: It's not good.
Nancy: It's going to be. Just...It needs some reorganizing.
Steve: [sighs]
Nancy: Can I mark on it?
Steve: Yeah, I guess.
Nancy: So, in the first paragraph, you used the basketball game vs Northern as a metaphor for your life, which is great. But then, around here, you start talking about your granddad's experiences in the war. And I...[stammers] I don't see how they're connected.
Steve: It connects because...because, you know, we both won.
Steve: Do you think I should start from scratch?
Nancy: No. I mean...When's the deadline?
Steve: It's tomorrow for early application. Can you come and help me tonight?
Nancy: We have our dinner tonight, remember?
Steve: Oh, my God!
Nancy: We already canceled last week. You don't have to go. Just work on this.
Steve: No, no, no.
(He crumbles up his essay.)
Steve: What's the point?
Nancy: Hey, calm down.
Steve: I'm calm. I'm calm. I'm just being honest. You know, I mean...I'll end up working for my dad anyway.
Nancy: That's not true.
Steve: I don't know, Nance. Is that such a bad thing? There's insurance and benefits and all that adult stuff. And if I took it, you know, I could be around for your senior year.
Nancy: Steve...
Steve: Just to look after you a little bit. I wouldn't have to ask (Y/N) to do it for me. Make sure you don't forget about this pretty face.
Nancy: [chuckles]
Steve: Nance, I'm serious.
(They kiss.)
Steve: I love you.
Nancy: I love you, too. Speaking of (Y/N).
Steve: What about him?
Nancy: Could you make sure he comes with us?
Steve: Why?
Nancy: I told you why.
Steve: Right, I forgot. Sorry.
(The engine of a 1979 Chevrolet Camaro Z-28 revs drawing everyone's attention to the driver and a ginger girl who skateboards away.)
(Cut to Steve & Y/N by some lockers.)
(Y/N): Do you think you can stop by my place tonight?
Steve: For what?
(Y/N): I've got some venison for you and Nancy.
Steve: (Y/N), dude, you didn't have to.
(Y/N): What? Did you two become vegetarian or vegan?
Steve: No. [chuckles] I'm just saying it must've cost you a lot.
(Y/N): Cost? Do you know who you're talking to?
Steve: You killed the deer yourself, didn't you?
(Y/N): Yes, sir. With these.
(He shows Steve his canines.)
Steve: Very impressive, man. Very impressive. They look sharp.
(Y/N): They are.
Steve: I can't stop by though.
(Y/N): Why not?
Steve: Nancy and I are gonna have dinner with Barbara's parents.
(Y/N): Oh. Sounds exciting.
Steve: It really doesn't. And you're coming with us.
(Y/N): Need some backup, huh? I got you.
Steve: It was actually Nancy's idea but thanks anyway.
(Y/N): Are the shades a part of your Halloween costume?
Steve: Good eye, my friend. What are you gonna be for Halloween? Wait, don't tell me...a werewolf!
(Y/N): Hilarious. But nothing. I'm just gonna stay home for Halloween.
Steve: You're not going to Tina's party?
(Y/N): No.
Steve: You have to come!
(Y/N): Do I really?
Steve: You could meet someone. Go on a double date with me and Nancy.
(Y/N): That does sound nice. But what girl wants to go out with a werewolf?
Steve: You never know unless you try. Plus, I heard Tina has a crush on you.
(Y/N): [sighs] I guess I'll have to plan out my costume.
Steve: Good man!
(Steve picks up Nancy & starts making out with her causing Jonathan & Y/N to leave them. Cut to Steve, Nancy, & Y/N at the Holland's doorstep.)
Steve: Okay. Ready?
Nancy: Yeah.
Steve: (Y/N)?
(Y/N): Why am I here again? I know it was your idea, Nancy. But...I feel like the fifth wheel here.
Nancy: You were nice to her, you know? I thought it would be nice for her parents to know that.
(Y/N): All right. Let's do this.
Steve: [sighs] Okay.
(Cut to the trio eating with Barbara's parents.)
Marsha: I'm so sorry I didn't get to cook. I was gonna make that baked ziti you guys like so much. I'm sure you would've liked it as well, (Y/N).
(Y/N): I love pasta.
Marsha: But I just forgot about the time, and before you know it, "Oh, my God, it's five o'clock."
Nancy: It's fine. It's great.
Steve: Right. I love KFC.
(Y/N): Who doesn't like fried chicken?
Nancy: So, I noticed a "For Sale" sign out in your yard. Is that the neighbors', or...
Marsha: You wanna tell them?
Mr. Holland: Go ahead.
Marsha: We hired a man named Murray Bauman. Have either of you heard of him?
Nancy: No.
Steve: No, I don't think so.
(Y/N): Can't say that I have.
Marsha: He was an investigative journalist for the Chicago Sun-Times.
Mr. Holland: He's pretty well known.
(He hands them his card.)
Marsha: Anyway, he's freelance now, and he's agreed to take the case.
Steve: That's...That's great. No, that's really...That's great, right?
(Y/N): Yeah!
Nancy: Um, what exactly does that mean?
Mr. Holland: Means he's gonna do what that lazy son of a bitch Jim Hop--
(Marsha touches his arm.)
Mr. Holland: Sorry. [exhales] What the Hawkins police haven't been capable of doing. Means we have a real detective on the case.
Marsha: It means...we're going to find our Barb.
Mr. Holland: If anyone can find her, it's this man. He already has leads. By God, he's worth every last penny.
Nancy: Is that why you're selling the house?
Marsha: Don't worry about us, sweetie. We're fine. More than fine. For the first time in a long time, we're hopeful.
Nancy: [stammers] Excuse me. I'll be right back.
(She leaves the table.)
Steve: It's finger-lickin' good.
Mr. Holland: Mmm.
(Y/N crunches chicken bones in his mouth.)
*CRUNCH*
(Y/N): [mouthful] You can say that again.
(Meanwhile, with Nancy in the bathroom after looking at a picture of Barbara...)