Yellowjackets (2021) s01e04 Episode Script
Bear Down
[Laura Lee.]
O Lord, please accept Coach Martinez into your glory.
And flight attendant Janet, pilot Robert, pilot Fred [Van.]
Yeah, we got a ration.
We're not gonna starve to death.
When the rescue team gets here - [Van.]
If it gets here.
- Don't say that.
They're coming.
[Travis.]
Can you throw that shit out already? [Javi.]
Dad gave it to me so my ears wouldn't pop.
[Travis.]
Don't you understand? Dad is fucking dead! - [Natalie.]
You found Travis? - [Misty.]
Talk about somebody who didn't want to be found.
- [Natalie.]
What's that? - [Misty.]
It's his pay stub.
Looks like he's been working at a place called Willow Brook Ranch.
- Oh, God.
- Travis didn't kill himself.
[Misty.]
This is the last thing Travis wrote before he died.
Do you know what you're right about? Sorry, I'm not allowed to give up room information.
I'm his wife.
He just hasn't texted me the room number yet.
- Why are you here? - I was just getting a drink.
But actually, I'm starting to think maybe something out there has other ideas.
- [shouts.]
- [Taissa.]
What happened? [Simone.]
Sammy punched him in the face.
[Taissa.]
Whatever they say about me, I hope you know it isn't true.
I know.
You're not the bad one.
Is someone else the bad one? Somber, suspenseful music Guys, there's a lake.
It looks about four or five miles away.
Look.
Guys, it's here.
I don't see anybody.
I just have a bad feeling about this place.
Bad feeling? I don't believe in that shit.
Dark, haunting music "Mountain Song" by Jane's Addiction [screaming.]
[praying indistinctly.]
ominous music Dad.
Hey I don't know what you're so scared of, Natty.
You've already got blood on your hands.
We're almost there.
It's been waiting for us.
[high-pitched whirring.]
[panting.]
dark, haunting music [whispering.]
Lottie.
It's okay.
He's gone.
Remember? We buried him.
I think bad things happened here.
"Mountain Song" by Jane's Addiction [phone rings.]
Yeah? [Misty.]
Hey, Nat.
I just wanted to call and see how you're holding up, you know, since the whole Travis thing.
Down the mountain I would never want to presume to say that I know exactly what you're going through, but-but I wanted to make sure that you know that this was not your fault.
Why the fuck would Travis' murder be my fault? Uh, well, you know, the coroner ruled it a suicide, and do people usually write notes before they're murdered? Or is that really more of a suicide thing? Think about it.
We both get the same creepy postcard in the mail, and then Travis just turns up dead? You think that was a coincidence? I don't know what he thought I was right about, I just know I'm right about this.
Travis didn't fucking kill himself.
And I'm gonna find out who did.
Well, it sounds like you're gonna need some help.
[chuckles.]
Uh, first of all, I know a guy who can probably get us into Travis' email.
Uh, but before we fire that missile, I think we should get together and strategize.
You know, pop a few pins on the old corkboard.
I have one, obviously, um, but we could use yours if you prefer.
I - Jell-O! - I'm working a shift right now, but what do you say we meet at my house at 1900 hours? I've got plans.
Oh.
With who? Don't worry about it.
Uh, tomorrow, then? [phone beeping.]
Nat? [TV playing indistinctly.]
suspenseful, percussive music "No Return" by Craig Wedren and Anna Waronker It was cool, nothing fire Nothing broke Keep simple Nothing tired, nothing old Same as you Same as you Oh, so cute, so revival So alone Birthday suit, just a smile No one home Same as you Same as you vocalizing No return, no return No reason No return, no return No reason No return, no return No reason No return, no return No reason All right, just relax and let it happen.
Your body knows it's overdue, but your head keeps getting in the way.
Just stop talking.
Stop talking.
- I am begging you.
- Okay.
You know, sometimes I sing a little, just to help, you know, release my bowels.
- Here, if you want - No.
[grunting.]
Okay, just bear down.
[clears throat.]
[sighs.]
- You say we got -Oh, my God.
Nothing in common No common ground to start from And we're falling apart [Jackie.]
Hey! You don't know what the hell you're doing with that! [Jackie.]
He's being fucking stupid.
No, what's stupid is the fact that we have a gun and we're not fucking using it.
[Taissa.]
Oh, shit.
- What the hell? - [Ben.]
Hey! Give me that.
Travis, give me the gun.
[grunts.]
[exhales.]
[coughs.]
[shell clatters.]
This is a dangerous weapon, and we will handle it as such.
We understand? All right, that said, Travis is right.
We're out of food.
We're all feeling it.
The good news is my father used to take me deer hunting every year as a kid.
The bad news yeah, I am down to one fucking leg.
Which means that if we want to eat, one of you is gonna have to learn how to use this thing.
Dark, suspenseful music [Natalie.]
How are you, Mom? The place hasn't changed.
[inhales.]
[exhales.]
[Vera.]
God, weren't we a good-looking pair? Happier days, those.
Whatever you say, Ma.
You never appreciate it at the time.
Not till it gets ripped right out from under you.
[TV playing indistinctly.]
slow, somber music [door opens.]
[exhales.]
Dinosaur Jr.
's "Feel the Pain" playing [chuckles.]
Uh, yo, did you know, uh, Kurt wanted, uh, J Mascis to be in Nirvana? - No shit.
- Yeah.
I-I don't know.
Kevyn, don't use that on your nails.
[both laugh.]
Let me.
Okay.
[chuckles.]
Of everyone I thought you didn't even like Nirvana anymore.
Uh, no, you know, they're all right.
Uh, it's just It's just, like, ever since they left Sub Pop, they've just gotten so mainstream, so It's not their fault everybody loves them.
Yeah.
Yeah, no, I-I guess.
[quietly.]
Sorry.
Go on.
Um, yeah, no, it's just, uh, I guess I guess I liked them better when they were just ours.
You know what I mean? - [car door opens, closes.]
- Shit.
You got to go.
Um, use the window.
Quick, uh, go.
Fast, now.
What the fuck? I don't think so, buddy.
You think you can sniff around when I'm not We weren't doing anything! - Oh, yeah? - Yeah, we were just - listening to music.
- Yeah, you think I'm fucking stupid? - No, sir, of course not - Kevyn, just go.
I'll just go.
- Sorry.
- This is what you do when I'm not around? Are you a little slut? Are you a little slut? If you're gonna take shit, take it all.
I'm not your goddamn storage unit.
Soft, contemplative music This is all I really need.
[Simone.]
Properties? Manhattan, East Hampton, Paris, Mendocino and the Isle of Skye.
Mm-hmm.
Kids? Margo, and Flynn.
Ooh, sorry.
The answer we were looking for - is Finn.
- Oh, fuck.
Dark, suspenseful music [Taissa.]
Oh.
Hey, buddy.
[sighs.]
Sorry about the swear.
Did you eat up all your noodles? [Simone.]
Well, then, go down downstairs and finish them, okay? Tara will be there any minute.
Go on, then.
[Taissa.]
Can we go over her charities again? Ugh, Tai, there's no way that Diane Rafelson's gonna expect you to know all that stuff.
I mean, she'll probably think it's creepy if you do.
I just can't afford to fuck this up.
Bathurst's ads have me tanking in the polls, and if Rafelson takes a shine to me tonight, her money, her influence [sighs.]
she could turn everything around.
Then just be yourself.
Let her know what you really care about.
And if all else fails, pull out the Tina Turner and Hooch bit.
[laughs.]
That thing kills.
[chuckles softly.]
Come on.
You got this.
Slow, somber music [exhales.]
[Ben.]
Slow breath in then full exhale, then go.
[click.]
- Damn it.
- [Ben.]
It's okay, you guys.
Hey.
- It's not a competition.
- [Jackie.]
Uh, but there is gonna be a winner, right? All right, Jackie.
You're up.
Yeah, Jackie.
Okay.
[laughter.]
Okay, this is literally impossible.
[Ben.]
All right, come on, let's keep it moving.
Martinez.
Let's go.
- [sighs.]
- Uh, yo.
Javi, come try this.
Fuck you.
Ooh.
- Nice going, Flex.
- Ooh.
Let's go.
[clears throat.]
[click.]
[applause.]
See, and that, ladies, is how it's done.
- [laughter.]
- [Ben.]
Nice, Martinez.
Nat, you're up.
- You got this, Nat.
- Let's go, Nat.
Come on, nice and easy.
Like the man said.
It's been waiting for us.
- Here, here.
- That's a shame.
Now, you know what, next time we can just stick to something you're actually be good at, like folding laundry.
- Or sucking - Hey! - I'm going again.
Mm-mmm.
- Can she do that? Dark, suspenseful music Yeah.
I'll allow it.
- Okay, this is bullshit.
- That's enough.
[Van.]
Back off.
[click.]
[cheering, applause.]
Nice job.
[whooping.]
Fuck yeah.
Good, Nat.
Really good.
[water sloshes.]
You're not doing the gun thing? Oh, um I don't really think I'm meant to handle firearms.
What are you writing? It's my journal.
- Like, a diary? - Yeah.
Kind of.
It's just my way of trying to make sense of what's going on, and how I feel about it.
Well, that probably sounds pretentious, but hey, when I'm famous, they can go into the archives, right? Here.
There's no wrong way to do it.
Dark, somber music [Ben.]
Now that we've narrowed down the field, here's how this is gonna go down.
One final round for all of the marbles.
You got five targets, five shots each.
Mari, can you start us off? Um, just a thought.
Shouldn't we be saving bullets, you know? Uh, yeah, in theory, but lucky for us, the nutjob who lived here before was apparently hoarding for the apocalypse.
The cans.
You're-you're aiming for the cans.
- Shut up! - Do you like being this way? If you shit the bed again, you gonna ask for another do-over? Hey.
All right.
[applause.]
Good job, Mari.
Okay.
Dark, somber music So close, Flex.
- Don't fucking call me that.
- Travis! [Ben.]
Put the gun down.
[gun clicks.]
All right, that's, uh yeah, that's good shooting, Martinez.
But don't ever do that again.
[gun clicks.]
Don't choke.
Again.
- Yeah.
- Holy shit.
[whooping.]
Nice job, Nat! [cheering, applause.]
[laughter.]
[Natalie.]
I have to apologize about, um, [chuckles.]
the confusion with the texts.
[Kevyn.]
Yeah, it's, uh, it's been a while, but, uh, I'll admit it didn't really sound like you.
That being said, I-I'm not usually in the business of shutting a woman down when she's talking about how shapely my legs are.
Well, I mean, they're good, but I've seen better.
Flattery's not gonna get you off the hook here, Nat.
B and E? What in the hell were you doing? Do you remember Travis Martinez? Yeah.
Yeah, sure.
I mean, kind of.
I know he was, uh, he was on the plane with you.
Well, it was his place, and, uh, he's been off the grid for a while, and we were worried about him.
Turns out we had a right to be, because, um, later that night, he killed himself.
[soft music playing.]
Jesus.
I'm so sorry.
Yeah.
It's pretty fucked.
Speaking of which, Officer.
- [both laugh.]
- How exactly did that happen? You want the short version or the long version? - Give me the haiku.
- Okay.
Uh, the band was a bust.
Met a girl and fucked it up.
[chuckles.]
It's a job, I guess? Huh.
[speaking indistinctly.]
Doesn't the patio make you feel so fancy? It's so European.
- [footsteps approaching.]
- Hi.
Could I have a chocolate martini, please? [Singh.]
Whiskey soda.
Red Label, double.
What? I'm not stopping you.
Go nuts.
The truth is, we might be out here for a little longer than we expected.
So the rest of us are relying on you two, which means you need to rely on each other.
You understand? Natalie.
[Natalie.]
Travis, wait up! Coach said that we should be looking for tracks and scratches on the trees, like antler marks or whatever.
Travis.
Look, you can follow me or not, just don't slow me down.
Dark, suspenseful music [soft piano music playing.]
[Robert.]
Taissa Turner.
Robert Garrity.
Robert, thank you so much for having us.
My wife Simone.
Ah, yes, the rising star of the Comp Lit department.
- [laughs.]
- Well, now, this is what a power couple should look like, don't you agree? Well, that's why we're together.
[laughs.]
And she's funny, too.
- Yes.
- Uh, ladies, please, get yourselves some drinks.
You're going to love dinner.
It's nose to tail.
A whole roasted pig, from this amazing little farm upstate.
I already told them I have dibs on one of the ears.
[chuckles.]
You forgot to eat beforehand again, didn't you? Ooh, there she is.
- [Simone.]
Okay, you ready? - Define "ready.
" [Gerald.]
Ms.
Turner.
Gerald Sussman.
We spoke at the NJDSC event last spring? Ah, Gerald, of course.
Have you given any more thought to our conversation about the county building code? Like I said before, it's nearly as draconian as it is antiquated.
Thank you.
Slow, suspenseful music [Adam.]
What about her? What's wrong with her? Are you blind? - She is obviously a narc.
- [laughs softly.]
Look, you-you said you wanted to make up - for your misspent youth.
- Mm-hmm.
If we're gonna do this, we got to do it right.
[rock song playing on stereo.]
Wait here.
[car door opens.]
[car door closes.]
Sir.
[clears throat.]
Hi.
Sir, excuse me.
Sir.
Hi.
Good evening.
Um, I was wondering if you could do me a favor.
My friend and I This guy.
Say hi.
Hi.
There we go.
Uh Forgot our IDs.
But we're looking to enjoy some [whispers.]
alcohol [normal volume.]
responsibly tonight.
So Could you get some for us? We can pay for it.
Don't worry, I have cash, but I just kind of need you to do the buying.
[chuckles.]
You're not gonna get carded, lady.
Hey.
Is this some kind of sex thing? No, but You know what? It might be.
We're still, like, figuring that out, you know, that stage, yeah.
Throw in an extra 20, you got a deal.
Geez.
How about ten? Mm-mmm.
- Mm-mmm? - Mm-mmm.
- [sighs.]
Fine.
- [money shuffling.]
All right.
Get the cheap stuff.
Okay? The shittier the better.
Yeah.
Okay.
[liquid pouring.]
Classy.
I can already smell the ghosts of hangovers past.
[laughs.]
Right? So, refresh my memory.
How did you miss so much of the quintessential high school experience again? Has anyone ever told you your obsession with biographical minutia is the opposite of a turn-on? - No.
- [sighs.]
I got straight As and married young.
Satisfied? That's a good start.
Oh, wow.
That is terrible.
Ah, it's perfect.
[sighs.]
- [indistinct conversations.]
- [mellow music playing.]
[Misty.]
What is she doing here? [Singh.]
Thank you.
Thank you.
[line ringing.]
[cell phone rings.]
- [line beeps.]
- [sighs.]
Like I didn't just want to change the world through innovation, I wanted to earn enough so that I could afford to really give, you know? Oh, yeah.
Thank you.
[audio growing faint.]
Taissa.
Not everyone receives a purpose so great.
- I'm absolutely honored.
- Mm.
[man.]
You know, think about it, we can make a lot of money, you know? Hey, listen, with your political campaign, you're gonna want to make money.
You need someone who can handle money.
- Uh-huh.
- Think about it.
Yeah? My people will get in touch, yeah? - Yeah.
- [overlapping chatter.]
tense music [Calvin.]
What have Bathurst's supporters been chanting? "Spill, spill, spill!" [chuckles.]
[chuckles.]
They're no better than Neanderthals.
- Mm.
- And here I thought it was the year 2021.
[sighs.]
[Calvin.]
They're still back in the Dark Ages.
A.
D.
1.
- [muffled.]
Is this meat? - [waiter.]
Yes, it is.
Sorry.
[Calvin.]
Don't you think it would come across as strong if you, say, uh, wrested control of your own story? People already know that you're tough, and they love that.
They just want to know some more about how exactly you survived out there.
[Thisbe.]
Yes.
What did you really have to resort to? I mean, we're all friends, aren't we? [wolf growling.]
ominous music Are you all right, my dear? [sighs.]
[Diane.]
Can I bum one of those? Oh.
Of course.
[chuckles.]
Something funny? Oh, it's just, I have been desperate to talk to you all night, and when I finally get my chance I'm a Too much champagne on an empty stomach.
There's never enough food at these things.
I mean, did you see that damn pig? I get the concept, but if you ask me, it's fucking barbaric.
Split it? I would love to.
- [indistinct conversations.]
- [mellow music playing.]
Is that is that Misty? Oh, my God.
What the fuck are you doing here? Okay, so, don't look now, but that reporter, [whispers.]
Jessica Roberts, is sitting over there at the bar.
She's been watching you.
And what are you doing? I've been having your back.
Y-You're having my How did you know I was even here? I'm a citizen detective.
[Natalie.]
I hate to break it to you, but we're not Rizzoli and Isles.
I don't need you.
- Yeah, but, Natalie - Go the fuck home.
[footsteps departing.]
[Singh.]
You remind me of my granddaughter.
No one really likes her, either.
Hi.
I don't know what you think you're doing, but, uh, I've got my eye on you.
Hello, Misty.
Tell me, how did your little road trip go? I know when you look at me, you don't see someone you should be afraid of, but, uh you're wrong.
Okay.
[Shauna chuckles.]
Gross.
[both laugh.]
Why do you keep Just put that away.
Says the person who's three strokes down.
[laughs.]
Well, look, none of that matters now because this is it.
Okay? For all the glory, this is the shot.
You put your ball here, exactly, you get one whack, and you got to get it over the fence, over the rocks, into the residential neighborhood [laughs.]
- behind here - Oh [laughs.]
Yeah, and then you don't know what happens after that.
But are you serious? Yeah, I'm-I'm dead serious.
Yeah.
Everybody knows that is the reason you come here, so you can make this shot.
Oh, okay.
Okay.
You can go first.
Are you scared you're gonna whiff? Ooh, it's so hot when you talk shit like that.
[laughs.]
For the record, you're going down.
Mm.
Do you want to bet? Okay.
If I win, you have to tell me something personal about yourself, for real this time.
Okay, okay.
When I win when I get to choose what we do next, and you have to do it, no questions asked.
Deal.
Wow.
You don't even know what you're agreeing to.
[both laugh.]
[clears throat.]
Watch and learn.
Mm-hmm.
Okay, so it's that kind of party.
You didn't read the invitation.
It is definitely that kind of party.
Just step back.
[laughs.]
Get back there, you cheater.
["Love and Rockets' "So Alive" playing.]
The feel I'm on top again, baby [Adam.]
Oh! Yeah - But I mean - How do you think you did? Well, I think maybe just Uh You still have to make it, all right? So - Okay.
Yeah.
- [laughs.]
Great.
So alive Holy shit.
Did you just hustle me? I actually didn't.
I've-I've never done that before.
What if you hit someone? R.
I.
P.
Sorry.
[laughs.]
It was worth it.
Wow.
Savage.
That's right.
Are any of these, like, maple syrup trees? What? I don't know.
[exclaims.]
Don't eat that kind! It's poisonous.
Like, "kill you" poisonous, or like, "trip your balls off" poisonous? [Akilah.]
What? I don't know.
My Girl Scout troop leader didn't get all that specific about it.
Akilah.
Okay, now, those I know for sure will make you puke.
Don't touch it.
Well, could you just show us something that's actually edible so we can get going? What's the big hurry? Coach need a sponge bath? [laughs.]
That's-that's mean.
I'm sorry.
Whatever.
Atmospheric music [Taissa.]
Get off me.
- Put berry on me? [laughs.]
- [Van.]
I did.
[Taissa.]
Okay, so everyone just focus.
We know we can't touch those and those ones.
- No mushrooms.
No mushrooms.
- [Jackie.]
Uh, guys - What? - What? - Jackie? - What is it? - [Jackie.]
Guys! [laughs.]
- [Van.]
What? - [Taissa.]
Jackie, what? - [Jackie.]
Come here! Look! Holy shit.
- Wh-What is this doing here? - Right? It must've belonged to the dead guy.
I wonder if this still works.
Holy fuck.
[Jackie.]
This is great.
Guys, this is it! - [plane engine rumbles.]
- Oh, shit.
Fuck.
Back away! What the fuck? - Van! Turn it off! - Turn it off! I'm trying, I'm trying! - Turn it off! - [engine stops.]
slow, ominous music It didn't want him to leave.
But the times are so different.
And that a kid can look at someone like me, happily married to a woman, and say, "Hey, okay, that's a thing.
" It fills me with hope.
It's all that growth in one generation.
I'm sorry, I'm-I'm rambling.
No, please.
It's refreshing.
Genuine positivity.
[chuckles softly.]
It's rare.
I certainly don't have it.
It's why I've never run for office.
But you you rise above.
Taissa, I've seen it, and I have to say, I'm impressed.
As far as I'm concerned, there's no limit to how far you can rise.
You just need to find the people who truly want to help you.
Oh, an endorsement from you would be All I ask in return is that you show me who you really are.
Of course.
Absolutely.
Good.
That's settled, then.
Hm.
You be shocked at the things people have confided in me over the years.
Of course, I'd never share.
[inhales.]
I'm like a well you whisper your secrets into.
So tell me, what really happened out there? I'm not sure anyone else could ever understand.
- It was - Was what? We scavenged, and we starved.
- Until - I've heard the official story.
You trust me, don't you? Why? Why do you get to have that? Just because you're rich and powerful? Are you really this naive, Ms.
Turner? Those "changes" you were talking about? You have me to thank.
All I've done for women's causes, for Black causes, for Black women's causes.
So, if I were you, I'd watch my tone.
Okay.
Yes, ma'am.
I'll perfectly calibrate my tone as I tell you to go fuck yourself.
Slow, tense music Oh.
- I have something for you.
- Oh, yeah? [chuckles.]
No fucking way.
[both laugh.]
No way.
Oh, my God.
Hm.
I was actually just looking for this.
- [clears throat.]
- Jesus, Nat.
Last time I saw you, you were getting out of my car, saying you'd call me tomorrow.
Yeah? That was a million years ago.
You were my best friend, then you just Oh, my God.
You had to know I was, like, totally in love with you, right? Oh, fuck.
Wait.
Oh.
I I'm sorry.
I can't, uh stop thinking about Travis.
So [chuckles awkwardly.]
It's not like we were each other's sponsors, but we tried to keep each other clean, and I just can't help but think if I had done something, that he might not have It's the not knowing if he was loaded or Listen, I could, um I could make a couple of calls, you know.
Maybe try and get a copy of his toxicology report.
Ah, that would be amazing.
Oh.
[laughs.]
Thank you.
Are you fucking serious? You brought us here? - Looks that way.
- Why? - Doesn't concern you.
- Jesus Christ.
I know that you're messed up right now, but it doesn't give you a free pass to be a dick all the time! We're supposed to be a team.
[Travis laughs.]
Yeah, right, a team, hm? Do you even know why people call me Flex? Hm? In seventh grade, I had surgery on my back.
Spinal fusion or something, I-I-I don't know.
It sucked.
When I got back to school, Bobby Farleigh, he saw my scar in the locker room.
He told everybody that I had to get one of my ribs removed, so that I could be flexible enough to, you know suck my own dick.
Oh, my God.
What are you doing? Are you fucking psycho? [grunting.]
There's a ring, okay? I didn't think about it before when we, you know, buried him, but it was my great-grandfather's.
Tense music [coughing.]
God.
Oh, God.
Oh, God, I can't Fuck.
[breathing shakily.]
I can't.
- So don't.
- I can't do it.
Jesus, it's just a ring.
Let it go.
I can't.
Yeah, you don't fucking get it.
I have to bring something back.
I have to.
For Javi.
Slow, somber music Which hand? Um Uh Right.
[breathing shakily.]
[bones crack.]
dramatic music [zipper unzips.]
So can you suck your own dick? - I wish.
- [both laughing.]
He was such a shit dad.
He didn't even like me.
[Natalie's dad.]
Are you a little slut? Are you a little slut? - Don't fucking lie to me! - Hey, what are you doing? [groans.]
You sleep all fucking day, while she has boys up in the goddamn house, huh? You? I'm the one who has to call and straighten this shit out! Me! I'm the only one with any fucking decency.
- [whimpers.]
- You fucking [panting.]
It doesn't matter how shitty they are.
It still fucks you up when they're gone.
[Natalie.]
I'll call you.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Well, thanks, um, for just being here.
It was good to see you [chuckles.]
Thanks again for your help.
Bye.
[engine starts.]
slow, somber music [faucet turns on.]
[water flowing.]
So, just for the record, I'd have done this even if I'd won.
- Oh, really? - Mm-hmm.
- Really? - Mm-hmm.
Because you look a little scared.
Confidence.
[laughs.]
So, then, uh, stop stalling.
Unless you're chicken.
- [chuckles.]
- How about that? Somebody's gonna get hurt.
Ominous music Are you good? Let's do this.
Intense music Okay.
[Shauna yells.]
"Ready to Go" by Republica [both shudder.]
- [laughs.]
- [Adam.]
Oh, my God.
Oh.
Ready to go I like this night.
Me too.
Ready to go [moaning.]
You're weird, in tears Too near and too far away He said, "Saw red" Went home, stayed in bed all day Your T-shirts dish dirt Always love the one you hurt It's a crack, I'm back Yeah, I'm standing on the rooftops shouting out Baby, I'm ready to go [birds chirping.]
slow, tranquil music [panting.]
Here she is.
My little girl who cried when she killed a fucking turkey.
What're you gonna do, hm? What're you gonna do, baby? You gonna shoot your daddy in the head? Music intensifies Looks like you got the safety on.
Here, let me show you, okay, baby? Look.
On.
Off.
See, sweetie? On.
Off, baby girl.
Just like that.
On, off.
Just breathe.
[panting.]
It's perfectly okay to keep a gun in the house, if your kid's too stupid to know how to use it.
Shut up! I never thought you could be more useless than your mother, but, guess what, honey? You just won that fucking contest.
You're the fucking useless one! The fuck did you say [gunshot.]
ominous, somber music [gunshot.]
[body thuds.]
[crying.]
[Jackie.]
So for the record, we're, like, even now, right? - [gasps.]
- [clapping.]
Oh, my God.
[laughs.]
- [Van.]
Finally.
- Holy shit.
[Misty.]
Whoa.
They did it.
- Wow.
Okay.
- [Ben.]
Nice work, you two.
It was all Natalie.
So, what do we do with it now? Well, first thing we got to do is bleed it out.
Who wants to try? I'll give it a try.
Slow, tense music Just right across the throat.
Fast, dramatic music [moaning.]
Hey.
I, uh, I kind of forgot that I had this.
Want to hold on to it? [grunting.]
Oh! Are you okay? Whoa.
Hey you need to be more careful.
[cell phone vibrates.]
Hello? Hi.
Shauna.
Oh, it's been so long.
It's Misty.
I thought I told you never to call me.
Even if something really big has happened? Something that I know you'd want to know about, but, for some reason, no one else has bothered to tell you.
I-I really don't have time for this, Misty.
Can you just fucking get it out? Travis is dead.
Hello? Shauna? [hangs up.]
[phone beeps.]
slow, dramatic music [Jeff.]
Hey, babe.
- [keys clatter.]
- How was book club? Pulsing rock music
O Lord, please accept Coach Martinez into your glory.
And flight attendant Janet, pilot Robert, pilot Fred [Van.]
Yeah, we got a ration.
We're not gonna starve to death.
When the rescue team gets here - [Van.]
If it gets here.
- Don't say that.
They're coming.
[Travis.]
Can you throw that shit out already? [Javi.]
Dad gave it to me so my ears wouldn't pop.
[Travis.]
Don't you understand? Dad is fucking dead! - [Natalie.]
You found Travis? - [Misty.]
Talk about somebody who didn't want to be found.
- [Natalie.]
What's that? - [Misty.]
It's his pay stub.
Looks like he's been working at a place called Willow Brook Ranch.
- Oh, God.
- Travis didn't kill himself.
[Misty.]
This is the last thing Travis wrote before he died.
Do you know what you're right about? Sorry, I'm not allowed to give up room information.
I'm his wife.
He just hasn't texted me the room number yet.
- Why are you here? - I was just getting a drink.
But actually, I'm starting to think maybe something out there has other ideas.
- [shouts.]
- [Taissa.]
What happened? [Simone.]
Sammy punched him in the face.
[Taissa.]
Whatever they say about me, I hope you know it isn't true.
I know.
You're not the bad one.
Is someone else the bad one? Somber, suspenseful music Guys, there's a lake.
It looks about four or five miles away.
Look.
Guys, it's here.
I don't see anybody.
I just have a bad feeling about this place.
Bad feeling? I don't believe in that shit.
Dark, haunting music "Mountain Song" by Jane's Addiction [screaming.]
[praying indistinctly.]
ominous music Dad.
Hey I don't know what you're so scared of, Natty.
You've already got blood on your hands.
We're almost there.
It's been waiting for us.
[high-pitched whirring.]
[panting.]
dark, haunting music [whispering.]
Lottie.
It's okay.
He's gone.
Remember? We buried him.
I think bad things happened here.
"Mountain Song" by Jane's Addiction [phone rings.]
Yeah? [Misty.]
Hey, Nat.
I just wanted to call and see how you're holding up, you know, since the whole Travis thing.
Down the mountain I would never want to presume to say that I know exactly what you're going through, but-but I wanted to make sure that you know that this was not your fault.
Why the fuck would Travis' murder be my fault? Uh, well, you know, the coroner ruled it a suicide, and do people usually write notes before they're murdered? Or is that really more of a suicide thing? Think about it.
We both get the same creepy postcard in the mail, and then Travis just turns up dead? You think that was a coincidence? I don't know what he thought I was right about, I just know I'm right about this.
Travis didn't fucking kill himself.
And I'm gonna find out who did.
Well, it sounds like you're gonna need some help.
[chuckles.]
Uh, first of all, I know a guy who can probably get us into Travis' email.
Uh, but before we fire that missile, I think we should get together and strategize.
You know, pop a few pins on the old corkboard.
I have one, obviously, um, but we could use yours if you prefer.
I - Jell-O! - I'm working a shift right now, but what do you say we meet at my house at 1900 hours? I've got plans.
Oh.
With who? Don't worry about it.
Uh, tomorrow, then? [phone beeping.]
Nat? [TV playing indistinctly.]
suspenseful, percussive music "No Return" by Craig Wedren and Anna Waronker It was cool, nothing fire Nothing broke Keep simple Nothing tired, nothing old Same as you Same as you Oh, so cute, so revival So alone Birthday suit, just a smile No one home Same as you Same as you vocalizing No return, no return No reason No return, no return No reason No return, no return No reason No return, no return No reason All right, just relax and let it happen.
Your body knows it's overdue, but your head keeps getting in the way.
Just stop talking.
Stop talking.
- I am begging you.
- Okay.
You know, sometimes I sing a little, just to help, you know, release my bowels.
- Here, if you want - No.
[grunting.]
Okay, just bear down.
[clears throat.]
[sighs.]
- You say we got -Oh, my God.
Nothing in common No common ground to start from And we're falling apart [Jackie.]
Hey! You don't know what the hell you're doing with that! [Jackie.]
He's being fucking stupid.
No, what's stupid is the fact that we have a gun and we're not fucking using it.
[Taissa.]
Oh, shit.
- What the hell? - [Ben.]
Hey! Give me that.
Travis, give me the gun.
[grunts.]
[exhales.]
[coughs.]
[shell clatters.]
This is a dangerous weapon, and we will handle it as such.
We understand? All right, that said, Travis is right.
We're out of food.
We're all feeling it.
The good news is my father used to take me deer hunting every year as a kid.
The bad news yeah, I am down to one fucking leg.
Which means that if we want to eat, one of you is gonna have to learn how to use this thing.
Dark, suspenseful music [Natalie.]
How are you, Mom? The place hasn't changed.
[inhales.]
[exhales.]
[Vera.]
God, weren't we a good-looking pair? Happier days, those.
Whatever you say, Ma.
You never appreciate it at the time.
Not till it gets ripped right out from under you.
[TV playing indistinctly.]
slow, somber music [door opens.]
[exhales.]
Dinosaur Jr.
's "Feel the Pain" playing [chuckles.]
Uh, yo, did you know, uh, Kurt wanted, uh, J Mascis to be in Nirvana? - No shit.
- Yeah.
I-I don't know.
Kevyn, don't use that on your nails.
[both laugh.]
Let me.
Okay.
[chuckles.]
Of everyone I thought you didn't even like Nirvana anymore.
Uh, no, you know, they're all right.
Uh, it's just It's just, like, ever since they left Sub Pop, they've just gotten so mainstream, so It's not their fault everybody loves them.
Yeah.
Yeah, no, I-I guess.
[quietly.]
Sorry.
Go on.
Um, yeah, no, it's just, uh, I guess I guess I liked them better when they were just ours.
You know what I mean? - [car door opens, closes.]
- Shit.
You got to go.
Um, use the window.
Quick, uh, go.
Fast, now.
What the fuck? I don't think so, buddy.
You think you can sniff around when I'm not We weren't doing anything! - Oh, yeah? - Yeah, we were just - listening to music.
- Yeah, you think I'm fucking stupid? - No, sir, of course not - Kevyn, just go.
I'll just go.
- Sorry.
- This is what you do when I'm not around? Are you a little slut? Are you a little slut? If you're gonna take shit, take it all.
I'm not your goddamn storage unit.
Soft, contemplative music This is all I really need.
[Simone.]
Properties? Manhattan, East Hampton, Paris, Mendocino and the Isle of Skye.
Mm-hmm.
Kids? Margo, and Flynn.
Ooh, sorry.
The answer we were looking for - is Finn.
- Oh, fuck.
Dark, suspenseful music [Taissa.]
Oh.
Hey, buddy.
[sighs.]
Sorry about the swear.
Did you eat up all your noodles? [Simone.]
Well, then, go down downstairs and finish them, okay? Tara will be there any minute.
Go on, then.
[Taissa.]
Can we go over her charities again? Ugh, Tai, there's no way that Diane Rafelson's gonna expect you to know all that stuff.
I mean, she'll probably think it's creepy if you do.
I just can't afford to fuck this up.
Bathurst's ads have me tanking in the polls, and if Rafelson takes a shine to me tonight, her money, her influence [sighs.]
she could turn everything around.
Then just be yourself.
Let her know what you really care about.
And if all else fails, pull out the Tina Turner and Hooch bit.
[laughs.]
That thing kills.
[chuckles softly.]
Come on.
You got this.
Slow, somber music [exhales.]
[Ben.]
Slow breath in then full exhale, then go.
[click.]
- Damn it.
- [Ben.]
It's okay, you guys.
Hey.
- It's not a competition.
- [Jackie.]
Uh, but there is gonna be a winner, right? All right, Jackie.
You're up.
Yeah, Jackie.
Okay.
[laughter.]
Okay, this is literally impossible.
[Ben.]
All right, come on, let's keep it moving.
Martinez.
Let's go.
- [sighs.]
- Uh, yo.
Javi, come try this.
Fuck you.
Ooh.
- Nice going, Flex.
- Ooh.
Let's go.
[clears throat.]
[click.]
[applause.]
See, and that, ladies, is how it's done.
- [laughter.]
- [Ben.]
Nice, Martinez.
Nat, you're up.
- You got this, Nat.
- Let's go, Nat.
Come on, nice and easy.
Like the man said.
It's been waiting for us.
- Here, here.
- That's a shame.
Now, you know what, next time we can just stick to something you're actually be good at, like folding laundry.
- Or sucking - Hey! - I'm going again.
Mm-mmm.
- Can she do that? Dark, suspenseful music Yeah.
I'll allow it.
- Okay, this is bullshit.
- That's enough.
[Van.]
Back off.
[click.]
[cheering, applause.]
Nice job.
[whooping.]
Fuck yeah.
Good, Nat.
Really good.
[water sloshes.]
You're not doing the gun thing? Oh, um I don't really think I'm meant to handle firearms.
What are you writing? It's my journal.
- Like, a diary? - Yeah.
Kind of.
It's just my way of trying to make sense of what's going on, and how I feel about it.
Well, that probably sounds pretentious, but hey, when I'm famous, they can go into the archives, right? Here.
There's no wrong way to do it.
Dark, somber music [Ben.]
Now that we've narrowed down the field, here's how this is gonna go down.
One final round for all of the marbles.
You got five targets, five shots each.
Mari, can you start us off? Um, just a thought.
Shouldn't we be saving bullets, you know? Uh, yeah, in theory, but lucky for us, the nutjob who lived here before was apparently hoarding for the apocalypse.
The cans.
You're-you're aiming for the cans.
- Shut up! - Do you like being this way? If you shit the bed again, you gonna ask for another do-over? Hey.
All right.
[applause.]
Good job, Mari.
Okay.
Dark, somber music So close, Flex.
- Don't fucking call me that.
- Travis! [Ben.]
Put the gun down.
[gun clicks.]
All right, that's, uh yeah, that's good shooting, Martinez.
But don't ever do that again.
[gun clicks.]
Don't choke.
Again.
- Yeah.
- Holy shit.
[whooping.]
Nice job, Nat! [cheering, applause.]
[laughter.]
[Natalie.]
I have to apologize about, um, [chuckles.]
the confusion with the texts.
[Kevyn.]
Yeah, it's, uh, it's been a while, but, uh, I'll admit it didn't really sound like you.
That being said, I-I'm not usually in the business of shutting a woman down when she's talking about how shapely my legs are.
Well, I mean, they're good, but I've seen better.
Flattery's not gonna get you off the hook here, Nat.
B and E? What in the hell were you doing? Do you remember Travis Martinez? Yeah.
Yeah, sure.
I mean, kind of.
I know he was, uh, he was on the plane with you.
Well, it was his place, and, uh, he's been off the grid for a while, and we were worried about him.
Turns out we had a right to be, because, um, later that night, he killed himself.
[soft music playing.]
Jesus.
I'm so sorry.
Yeah.
It's pretty fucked.
Speaking of which, Officer.
- [both laugh.]
- How exactly did that happen? You want the short version or the long version? - Give me the haiku.
- Okay.
Uh, the band was a bust.
Met a girl and fucked it up.
[chuckles.]
It's a job, I guess? Huh.
[speaking indistinctly.]
Doesn't the patio make you feel so fancy? It's so European.
- [footsteps approaching.]
- Hi.
Could I have a chocolate martini, please? [Singh.]
Whiskey soda.
Red Label, double.
What? I'm not stopping you.
Go nuts.
The truth is, we might be out here for a little longer than we expected.
So the rest of us are relying on you two, which means you need to rely on each other.
You understand? Natalie.
[Natalie.]
Travis, wait up! Coach said that we should be looking for tracks and scratches on the trees, like antler marks or whatever.
Travis.
Look, you can follow me or not, just don't slow me down.
Dark, suspenseful music [soft piano music playing.]
[Robert.]
Taissa Turner.
Robert Garrity.
Robert, thank you so much for having us.
My wife Simone.
Ah, yes, the rising star of the Comp Lit department.
- [laughs.]
- Well, now, this is what a power couple should look like, don't you agree? Well, that's why we're together.
[laughs.]
And she's funny, too.
- Yes.
- Uh, ladies, please, get yourselves some drinks.
You're going to love dinner.
It's nose to tail.
A whole roasted pig, from this amazing little farm upstate.
I already told them I have dibs on one of the ears.
[chuckles.]
You forgot to eat beforehand again, didn't you? Ooh, there she is.
- [Simone.]
Okay, you ready? - Define "ready.
" [Gerald.]
Ms.
Turner.
Gerald Sussman.
We spoke at the NJDSC event last spring? Ah, Gerald, of course.
Have you given any more thought to our conversation about the county building code? Like I said before, it's nearly as draconian as it is antiquated.
Thank you.
Slow, suspenseful music [Adam.]
What about her? What's wrong with her? Are you blind? - She is obviously a narc.
- [laughs softly.]
Look, you-you said you wanted to make up - for your misspent youth.
- Mm-hmm.
If we're gonna do this, we got to do it right.
[rock song playing on stereo.]
Wait here.
[car door opens.]
[car door closes.]
Sir.
[clears throat.]
Hi.
Sir, excuse me.
Sir.
Hi.
Good evening.
Um, I was wondering if you could do me a favor.
My friend and I This guy.
Say hi.
Hi.
There we go.
Uh Forgot our IDs.
But we're looking to enjoy some [whispers.]
alcohol [normal volume.]
responsibly tonight.
So Could you get some for us? We can pay for it.
Don't worry, I have cash, but I just kind of need you to do the buying.
[chuckles.]
You're not gonna get carded, lady.
Hey.
Is this some kind of sex thing? No, but You know what? It might be.
We're still, like, figuring that out, you know, that stage, yeah.
Throw in an extra 20, you got a deal.
Geez.
How about ten? Mm-mmm.
- Mm-mmm? - Mm-mmm.
- [sighs.]
Fine.
- [money shuffling.]
All right.
Get the cheap stuff.
Okay? The shittier the better.
Yeah.
Okay.
[liquid pouring.]
Classy.
I can already smell the ghosts of hangovers past.
[laughs.]
Right? So, refresh my memory.
How did you miss so much of the quintessential high school experience again? Has anyone ever told you your obsession with biographical minutia is the opposite of a turn-on? - No.
- [sighs.]
I got straight As and married young.
Satisfied? That's a good start.
Oh, wow.
That is terrible.
Ah, it's perfect.
[sighs.]
- [indistinct conversations.]
- [mellow music playing.]
[Misty.]
What is she doing here? [Singh.]
Thank you.
Thank you.
[line ringing.]
[cell phone rings.]
- [line beeps.]
- [sighs.]
Like I didn't just want to change the world through innovation, I wanted to earn enough so that I could afford to really give, you know? Oh, yeah.
Thank you.
[audio growing faint.]
Taissa.
Not everyone receives a purpose so great.
- I'm absolutely honored.
- Mm.
[man.]
You know, think about it, we can make a lot of money, you know? Hey, listen, with your political campaign, you're gonna want to make money.
You need someone who can handle money.
- Uh-huh.
- Think about it.
Yeah? My people will get in touch, yeah? - Yeah.
- [overlapping chatter.]
tense music [Calvin.]
What have Bathurst's supporters been chanting? "Spill, spill, spill!" [chuckles.]
[chuckles.]
They're no better than Neanderthals.
- Mm.
- And here I thought it was the year 2021.
[sighs.]
[Calvin.]
They're still back in the Dark Ages.
A.
D.
1.
- [muffled.]
Is this meat? - [waiter.]
Yes, it is.
Sorry.
[Calvin.]
Don't you think it would come across as strong if you, say, uh, wrested control of your own story? People already know that you're tough, and they love that.
They just want to know some more about how exactly you survived out there.
[Thisbe.]
Yes.
What did you really have to resort to? I mean, we're all friends, aren't we? [wolf growling.]
ominous music Are you all right, my dear? [sighs.]
[Diane.]
Can I bum one of those? Oh.
Of course.
[chuckles.]
Something funny? Oh, it's just, I have been desperate to talk to you all night, and when I finally get my chance I'm a Too much champagne on an empty stomach.
There's never enough food at these things.
I mean, did you see that damn pig? I get the concept, but if you ask me, it's fucking barbaric.
Split it? I would love to.
- [indistinct conversations.]
- [mellow music playing.]
Is that is that Misty? Oh, my God.
What the fuck are you doing here? Okay, so, don't look now, but that reporter, [whispers.]
Jessica Roberts, is sitting over there at the bar.
She's been watching you.
And what are you doing? I've been having your back.
Y-You're having my How did you know I was even here? I'm a citizen detective.
[Natalie.]
I hate to break it to you, but we're not Rizzoli and Isles.
I don't need you.
- Yeah, but, Natalie - Go the fuck home.
[footsteps departing.]
[Singh.]
You remind me of my granddaughter.
No one really likes her, either.
Hi.
I don't know what you think you're doing, but, uh, I've got my eye on you.
Hello, Misty.
Tell me, how did your little road trip go? I know when you look at me, you don't see someone you should be afraid of, but, uh you're wrong.
Okay.
[Shauna chuckles.]
Gross.
[both laugh.]
Why do you keep Just put that away.
Says the person who's three strokes down.
[laughs.]
Well, look, none of that matters now because this is it.
Okay? For all the glory, this is the shot.
You put your ball here, exactly, you get one whack, and you got to get it over the fence, over the rocks, into the residential neighborhood [laughs.]
- behind here - Oh [laughs.]
Yeah, and then you don't know what happens after that.
But are you serious? Yeah, I'm-I'm dead serious.
Yeah.
Everybody knows that is the reason you come here, so you can make this shot.
Oh, okay.
Okay.
You can go first.
Are you scared you're gonna whiff? Ooh, it's so hot when you talk shit like that.
[laughs.]
For the record, you're going down.
Mm.
Do you want to bet? Okay.
If I win, you have to tell me something personal about yourself, for real this time.
Okay, okay.
When I win when I get to choose what we do next, and you have to do it, no questions asked.
Deal.
Wow.
You don't even know what you're agreeing to.
[both laugh.]
[clears throat.]
Watch and learn.
Mm-hmm.
Okay, so it's that kind of party.
You didn't read the invitation.
It is definitely that kind of party.
Just step back.
[laughs.]
Get back there, you cheater.
["Love and Rockets' "So Alive" playing.]
The feel I'm on top again, baby [Adam.]
Oh! Yeah - But I mean - How do you think you did? Well, I think maybe just Uh You still have to make it, all right? So - Okay.
Yeah.
- [laughs.]
Great.
So alive Holy shit.
Did you just hustle me? I actually didn't.
I've-I've never done that before.
What if you hit someone? R.
I.
P.
Sorry.
[laughs.]
It was worth it.
Wow.
Savage.
That's right.
Are any of these, like, maple syrup trees? What? I don't know.
[exclaims.]
Don't eat that kind! It's poisonous.
Like, "kill you" poisonous, or like, "trip your balls off" poisonous? [Akilah.]
What? I don't know.
My Girl Scout troop leader didn't get all that specific about it.
Akilah.
Okay, now, those I know for sure will make you puke.
Don't touch it.
Well, could you just show us something that's actually edible so we can get going? What's the big hurry? Coach need a sponge bath? [laughs.]
That's-that's mean.
I'm sorry.
Whatever.
Atmospheric music [Taissa.]
Get off me.
- Put berry on me? [laughs.]
- [Van.]
I did.
[Taissa.]
Okay, so everyone just focus.
We know we can't touch those and those ones.
- No mushrooms.
No mushrooms.
- [Jackie.]
Uh, guys - What? - What? - Jackie? - What is it? - [Jackie.]
Guys! [laughs.]
- [Van.]
What? - [Taissa.]
Jackie, what? - [Jackie.]
Come here! Look! Holy shit.
- Wh-What is this doing here? - Right? It must've belonged to the dead guy.
I wonder if this still works.
Holy fuck.
[Jackie.]
This is great.
Guys, this is it! - [plane engine rumbles.]
- Oh, shit.
Fuck.
Back away! What the fuck? - Van! Turn it off! - Turn it off! I'm trying, I'm trying! - Turn it off! - [engine stops.]
slow, ominous music It didn't want him to leave.
But the times are so different.
And that a kid can look at someone like me, happily married to a woman, and say, "Hey, okay, that's a thing.
" It fills me with hope.
It's all that growth in one generation.
I'm sorry, I'm-I'm rambling.
No, please.
It's refreshing.
Genuine positivity.
[chuckles softly.]
It's rare.
I certainly don't have it.
It's why I've never run for office.
But you you rise above.
Taissa, I've seen it, and I have to say, I'm impressed.
As far as I'm concerned, there's no limit to how far you can rise.
You just need to find the people who truly want to help you.
Oh, an endorsement from you would be All I ask in return is that you show me who you really are.
Of course.
Absolutely.
Good.
That's settled, then.
Hm.
You be shocked at the things people have confided in me over the years.
Of course, I'd never share.
[inhales.]
I'm like a well you whisper your secrets into.
So tell me, what really happened out there? I'm not sure anyone else could ever understand.
- It was - Was what? We scavenged, and we starved.
- Until - I've heard the official story.
You trust me, don't you? Why? Why do you get to have that? Just because you're rich and powerful? Are you really this naive, Ms.
Turner? Those "changes" you were talking about? You have me to thank.
All I've done for women's causes, for Black causes, for Black women's causes.
So, if I were you, I'd watch my tone.
Okay.
Yes, ma'am.
I'll perfectly calibrate my tone as I tell you to go fuck yourself.
Slow, tense music Oh.
- I have something for you.
- Oh, yeah? [chuckles.]
No fucking way.
[both laugh.]
No way.
Oh, my God.
Hm.
I was actually just looking for this.
- [clears throat.]
- Jesus, Nat.
Last time I saw you, you were getting out of my car, saying you'd call me tomorrow.
Yeah? That was a million years ago.
You were my best friend, then you just Oh, my God.
You had to know I was, like, totally in love with you, right? Oh, fuck.
Wait.
Oh.
I I'm sorry.
I can't, uh stop thinking about Travis.
So [chuckles awkwardly.]
It's not like we were each other's sponsors, but we tried to keep each other clean, and I just can't help but think if I had done something, that he might not have It's the not knowing if he was loaded or Listen, I could, um I could make a couple of calls, you know.
Maybe try and get a copy of his toxicology report.
Ah, that would be amazing.
Oh.
[laughs.]
Thank you.
Are you fucking serious? You brought us here? - Looks that way.
- Why? - Doesn't concern you.
- Jesus Christ.
I know that you're messed up right now, but it doesn't give you a free pass to be a dick all the time! We're supposed to be a team.
[Travis laughs.]
Yeah, right, a team, hm? Do you even know why people call me Flex? Hm? In seventh grade, I had surgery on my back.
Spinal fusion or something, I-I-I don't know.
It sucked.
When I got back to school, Bobby Farleigh, he saw my scar in the locker room.
He told everybody that I had to get one of my ribs removed, so that I could be flexible enough to, you know suck my own dick.
Oh, my God.
What are you doing? Are you fucking psycho? [grunting.]
There's a ring, okay? I didn't think about it before when we, you know, buried him, but it was my great-grandfather's.
Tense music [coughing.]
God.
Oh, God.
Oh, God, I can't Fuck.
[breathing shakily.]
I can't.
- So don't.
- I can't do it.
Jesus, it's just a ring.
Let it go.
I can't.
Yeah, you don't fucking get it.
I have to bring something back.
I have to.
For Javi.
Slow, somber music Which hand? Um Uh Right.
[breathing shakily.]
[bones crack.]
dramatic music [zipper unzips.]
So can you suck your own dick? - I wish.
- [both laughing.]
He was such a shit dad.
He didn't even like me.
[Natalie's dad.]
Are you a little slut? Are you a little slut? - Don't fucking lie to me! - Hey, what are you doing? [groans.]
You sleep all fucking day, while she has boys up in the goddamn house, huh? You? I'm the one who has to call and straighten this shit out! Me! I'm the only one with any fucking decency.
- [whimpers.]
- You fucking [panting.]
It doesn't matter how shitty they are.
It still fucks you up when they're gone.
[Natalie.]
I'll call you.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Well, thanks, um, for just being here.
It was good to see you [chuckles.]
Thanks again for your help.
Bye.
[engine starts.]
slow, somber music [faucet turns on.]
[water flowing.]
So, just for the record, I'd have done this even if I'd won.
- Oh, really? - Mm-hmm.
- Really? - Mm-hmm.
Because you look a little scared.
Confidence.
[laughs.]
So, then, uh, stop stalling.
Unless you're chicken.
- [chuckles.]
- How about that? Somebody's gonna get hurt.
Ominous music Are you good? Let's do this.
Intense music Okay.
[Shauna yells.]
"Ready to Go" by Republica [both shudder.]
- [laughs.]
- [Adam.]
Oh, my God.
Oh.
Ready to go I like this night.
Me too.
Ready to go [moaning.]
You're weird, in tears Too near and too far away He said, "Saw red" Went home, stayed in bed all day Your T-shirts dish dirt Always love the one you hurt It's a crack, I'm back Yeah, I'm standing on the rooftops shouting out Baby, I'm ready to go [birds chirping.]
slow, tranquil music [panting.]
Here she is.
My little girl who cried when she killed a fucking turkey.
What're you gonna do, hm? What're you gonna do, baby? You gonna shoot your daddy in the head? Music intensifies Looks like you got the safety on.
Here, let me show you, okay, baby? Look.
On.
Off.
See, sweetie? On.
Off, baby girl.
Just like that.
On, off.
Just breathe.
[panting.]
It's perfectly okay to keep a gun in the house, if your kid's too stupid to know how to use it.
Shut up! I never thought you could be more useless than your mother, but, guess what, honey? You just won that fucking contest.
You're the fucking useless one! The fuck did you say [gunshot.]
ominous, somber music [gunshot.]
[body thuds.]
[crying.]
[Jackie.]
So for the record, we're, like, even now, right? - [gasps.]
- [clapping.]
Oh, my God.
[laughs.]
- [Van.]
Finally.
- Holy shit.
[Misty.]
Whoa.
They did it.
- Wow.
Okay.
- [Ben.]
Nice work, you two.
It was all Natalie.
So, what do we do with it now? Well, first thing we got to do is bleed it out.
Who wants to try? I'll give it a try.
Slow, tense music Just right across the throat.
Fast, dramatic music [moaning.]
Hey.
I, uh, I kind of forgot that I had this.
Want to hold on to it? [grunting.]
Oh! Are you okay? Whoa.
Hey you need to be more careful.
[cell phone vibrates.]
Hello? Hi.
Shauna.
Oh, it's been so long.
It's Misty.
I thought I told you never to call me.
Even if something really big has happened? Something that I know you'd want to know about, but, for some reason, no one else has bothered to tell you.
I-I really don't have time for this, Misty.
Can you just fucking get it out? Travis is dead.
Hello? Shauna? [hangs up.]
[phone beeps.]
slow, dramatic music [Jeff.]
Hey, babe.
- [keys clatter.]
- How was book club? Pulsing rock music