Lime Eyes - Eleven Hopper + Max Mayfield

Chapter 9: The Junkyard

November 3, 1984

VICTORIA

Murray is listening to the tape recording that is playing through the room. Coming from what Owens told us about the gate in Hawkins Lab. Sitting down and thinking all the possibilities that he could do. Then Nancy stops the recorder.

"So, is it enough?"

She asks. Murray looks at the three of us.

"The tape recording, is it enough?. Is it incriminating?"

He doesn't respond, only to silently stand up and goes back to the hallway. I watched him walk off and looked at both Nancy and Jonathan. We followed him off and then saw him in the kitchen. In the table is a silver-plated cup and a bottle of Stolichnaya. He pours down the spirit down the cup.

"What are you doing?"

Nancy asked. Murray closes the lid of the bottle

"Thinking,"

"With vodka,"

"It's a central nervous system depressant. So yes, with vodka,"

Then he closes the lid of the cup and shakes it up and down. Pours the product to the cup. Then he stops and goes to a shelf, full of plaques.

"Music? Really?"

"Yes, it helps me,"

He says as he chose one record and prepares the record player.

"What? Think?"

He nods and then closes the lid, jazz is playing through the room. I am not a big fan of jazz music, but it doesn't make any sense in a situation like this. He grabs the transparent cup while walking around in his living room.

"How long is this gonna take?"

Asked Nancy. Both of us walked over to him.

"Longer if you keep talking,"

"Please tell us. Was the tape enough for you? "

I said and he stops me.

"She goes first,"

Points at Nancy.

"Is the tape incriminating or not? It's a simple question,"

He laughs it off, like some maniac.

"There's nothing simple about it. Nothing simple about anything you've told me,"

Jonathan walks in.

"You don't believe us, do you?"

"I believe you, but that's not the problem. You don't need me to believe you. You need them to believe you,"

He emphasizes on the word.

"Them?"

"Them,"