Mike Wheeler : [El collapses] El! El, are you okay? El! Something's wrong!
Dustin Henderson : She's just drained.
Mike Wheeler : No, she won't wake up!
Mike Wheeler : El. El! El!
Mike Wheeler : [listening to her heartbeat] She's barely breathing.
Lucas Sinclair : We gotta go!
Dr. Martin Brenner : Leave her!
[the boys stand protectively over El]
Dr. Martin Brenner : Step away from the child.
Mike Wheeler : No! You want her, you have to kill us first!
Dustin Henderson : That's right!
Lucas Sinclair : Eat shit!
Lucas Sinclair : [Agents sneak behind the kids, capturing them] No, no! No! You idiot!
Dustin Henderson : Get off me!
Mike Wheeler : Ow! Let go!
Dr. Martin Brenner : [rousing El] Eleven... Eleven, can you hear me?
Eleven : [groggy] Papa?
Dr. Martin Brenner : Yes, yes it's your Papa.
Mike Wheeler : Get off of me!
Dr. Martin Brenner : I'm here now.
Mike Wheeler : Let her go! Let her go you bastard!
Dr. Martin Brenner : [El whimpers] Shh, shhh. You're sick. You're sick but I'm going to make you better. I'm going to take you back home where I can make you well again. Where we can make all of this better. Where no one else gets hurt.
Eleven : Bad... bad...
[trying to pull away and reach for Mike]
Eleven : Mike... Mike! Mike!
Dr. Martin Brenner : Six.
Joyce Byers : What?
Dr. Martin Brenner : Six. Six people have been taken this week. This thing that took your son... We don't really understand it. But its behavior is predictable. Like all animals, it eats. It will take more sons. More daughters. I want to save them. I want to save your son. But I can't do that. Not without your help.
Joyce Byers : Stop. I know who you are. I know what you've done. You took my boy away from me! You left him in that place to die! You faked his death! We had a funeral. We buried him. And now you're asking for my help? Go to hell.