Yellowjackets (2021) s01e08 Episode Script

Previously on Yellowjackets We're starving.
There's nothing to hunt.
Anyone who wants to come with me is welcome, but I'm going.
I know I don't have to come with you.
- I need to.
- We're coming, too.
Wait! I'm coming.
What do you want from me? I want you to tell me the truth.
Travis's bank account was closed right after he died.
Whoever has that money probably killed Travis.
- What the hell? - You've been blackmailing us.
You're obviously hiding something from me, and it's making me feel crazy! - I'm pregnant.
- What? With who? Uh, Randy.
Randy? What are you doing? Maybe we could be something.
Where's Van?! Oh, my God.
She's alive.
She's alive.
She's alive! - She she's - No.
No.
No.
No.
I got you.
I got you, okay? Okay, okay.
I got you, got you.
Got you.
R really? Fire? You saved me.
No, Laura Lee.
I didn't save you.
He did.
Please.
Just show me a sign.
Do you think they're okay? They're in God's hands now.
All we can do is have faith.
Hey, honey.
I-I thought you were, uh, at Ilana's.
Came home to change.
Okay.
Lucky for you, or Dad might've found this first.
Uh, where was this? On the floor, near the couch.
You're having him over now? Can you just keep your voice down? Oh, I'm sorry, is it time to be discreet? - Callie - Jesus Christ, Mom.
Like, when did you just decide that he could come inside our house? Right under Dad's nose? And please don't explain to me how something usually kept in a man's pants ended up on the floor of our living room, because that's something I don't want to hear.
I'm sorry, Cal.
I really am.
I'm This is so shitty, but, like, let's not act like your dad is an innocent victim, okay? I mean, the inventory database? Really? Still? First you judge me for looking the other way, and now that I'm doing something about it admittedly, not the best thing, not just a bad thing, but fucking something, okay, you're judging me even more.
So, that's it? You're just gonna keep seeing him? Mom, you don't even fucking know him.
Honey, it's-it's just not that complicated.
Okay? He's a starving artist.
He's not an axe murderer.
Yeah? Then why can't I find him online? I mean, like, what is that? "Adam Martin"? There must be millions.
Where's his website? His Instagram? Like, no self-promotion? Nothing? Uh I mean, what are you saying? I'm saying that everything is on the Internet except for your boyfriend.
What if he's conning you, Mom? Sleeping with a Yellowjacket so he can turn around and sell the story? Like, who knows what he fucking wants? He wants me, Callie.
Okay? I know that that is impossible for you to understand, but I am what he wants.
I'm late for homeroom.
Uh, yes, um, my name is Sandra Norberg.
And, uh, yeah, I'm calling from-from the UConn MFA Studio Arts program.
Yeah.
And, um, I'm-I'm just missing the transcript files for one of my incoming grad students.
Oh, that would be great.
T-thank you.
Um Adam Martin.
I think he would've graduated in '07 or '08.
They're Okay, I could have the year wrong.
Uh There's just no record of-of him at all? Okay.
Thank you so much for your help.
Okay.
Bye.
Hey, babe.
Uh - What's up? - Hi.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Uh, oh, my God, what is that? I got you something.
- What? - "What?" From ? - Yeah.
- Oh, thank thank you.
Um Yeah? If this is an anniversary present, you are three months and my entire personality off.
- The reunion is tomorrow.
- Yeah, yes.
You married into homecoming royalty, so I figured you might want to look the part.
Look, whatever.
To hell with it.
You're gonna be turning heads there no matter what, and that is just fine with me.
There are no queens in that deck, you know? Want to go for a walk? Bring the rifle? Try to hunt? Who knows, maybe we'll get lucky.
You go.
You're better at it anyways.
Mm.
Mm.
Fuck you.
Hey.
Hey.
Is it cool if I ? Oh.
Yeah.
Yeah.
So, how'd you convince Misty to go? Ha.
Well Believe it or not, I didn't have to.
I did think about it, but, uh she beat me to the punch.
Ouch.
Dumped by Misty Quigley? That is that's rough, man.
You guys do know that we were never Well, I'm pretty sure she's not your type.
Yeah, what's that? You like guys, right? What? - What the hell, Nat? - No.
- Why would you - I'm sorry, I I didn't mean to I don't know.
It's just, you never look at our boobs.
No, I think it's cool.
You have a boyfriend? Yeah, I did.
Paul.
He's a writer.
He actually wanted me to move into the city with him.
You know, really be with him, but If you lost him, you're afraid you'd have nothing left.
You don't think that that Travis is gay, do you? We tried to you know, and he couldn't.
- He kind of, like, lost - Oh.
Right.
Yeah.
Well, just so you know, that's not, uh It's not exactly unheard-of.
Uh guessing that he just got nervous, - you know, up in his head.
- Mm.
Trust me, Nat, I've seen the way that kid looks at you.
He's he's in pretty deep.
I just mean don't make too big a deal out of it.
I'm sure he'll be happy to get another chance, if you want to give him one.
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well, thanks, Coach.
Listen, Nat.
If, uh i-if any of this ever got out No, I-I won't tell anyone.
I promise.
I got you.
Just put put one foot in front of the other.
When we get back, we're gonna need sterile water and and thread to stitch up her face.
No.
Leave me.
Van, stop it.
It's not safe.
Don't say that.
We're almost there.
Tai.
Tai.
L L Let them go.
No.
Let them go.
Go back to the cabin as fast as you can.
We'll be right behind you, okay? Tai? Go.
Go! No.
Ah! Ah.
Caligula, you're being rude.
Your phone's ringing.
Uh, no, it's not.
Took you long enough.
It's a live feed to my friend's hotel room.
So it is her phone that's ringing.
All right.
Naturally.
Wow.
All right.
No.
No, no, no, no, no.
Anything? Nope.
Why aren't you out hunting? Told Nat to go without me.
Something happen? Isn't it some philosopher who said, uh, "Anything that can happen will happen"? Yeah, I don't know.
I'll, uh, go check my old philosophers handbook.
I just, um I think I really fucked things up.
Relationships are bullshit anyway.
Trust me.
Whatever you did, she'll get over it.
Let's face facts, Nat's standards are pretty low.
Cool.
Thanks.
I didn't mean you.
And you're basically Brad Pitt compared to the dirtbags she usually goes for.
Like, ugh, don't get me started on that Bobby what's-his-face she was hooking up with before we left.
Like, dude, you graduated, why are you still partying with high school girls? I mean, she missed a week of practice 'cause she was too busy screwing him in the back of his gross van.
I thought your dad would - Bobby who? - Whatever.
It-it doesn't matter.
I'm just, I'm saying Bobby who? Jesus.
Farleigh.
Why, does it matter? Oh.
No.
- Um - No.
Natalie.
Misty! What the fuck? Move.
- No, I will not let you.
- Get Get off my coke, you Oh, it burns.
Is that normal? What are you doing? I'm trying to protect you.
Oh, my God.
You're possessed! - What the fuck? - Don't breathe that.
Don't breathe that.
Hey.
Can we talk? Come on.
You have to talk to me.
- You can't just keep - Bobby Farleigh? Who told you? - I can't believe you.
- Travis No, you lied to me.
You said that you That I've only been with two guys.
Yeah.
Because I knew that if I told you about it, then you'd fucking hate me.
That was before I even knew you.
I had no idea about the whole stupid Flex thing.
I made a mistake, okay? Yeah.
Well, apparently so did I.
What the fuck does that mean? Hey.
What do you think it means, Nat? Huh? Are you seriously gonna ruin this over something so fucking stupid? Then I guess it's a good thing you couldn't get it up.
This would've been a lot harder if we'd actually fucked.
Was it you? Right.
Fuck you, Jackie.
It's 100 bpms.
Ah, this Ah, I lost count.
Okay.
Let's try again.
You just wasted $300 worth of blow.
A, I will Venmo you.
And B, I couldn't just sit there and watch you destroy your life.
"Watch"? Watch me? I-I'll do a 15, 14 no, 15 count, - and then I'll multiply by four.
- Uh What? You were spying on me? Is that what you were doing, you little pervert? Did you watch me and Kevyn fuck? No, that was not the point.
Friends watch out for each other.
Not with hidden cameras, they don't.
What the fuck is your problem? What do you want from me? I knew - I couldn't trust you.
- You know what? I just saved you from relapsing.
Who else was gonna do that, Natalie? Huh? I'm pretty much the best friend you have right now.
And that's not much of a competition, is it? You should be thanking me.
I have been working day and night on Travis's case.
You have no idea the lengths that I have gone to to solve that case.
Did you know that Travis's bank account was emptied out the day after he died? Stop it.
How do I, how can I trust you? - You're so full of shit! - Okay.
You know what? Fine.
Next time, I will just let you zonk your brains out.
You know that I have never even tried cocaine before? Oh, which is what I hope that was, because, oh, if that was PCP, or bath salts, or-or heroin, or, fuck, fentanyl, then I-I will probably be dead in a few minutes.
But but you know what? I was willing to take that risk for you.
You expecting someone? No.
Look who it is.
We got a celebrity in our midst.
Ta-da? - Hi.
- I was canvassing in the neighborhood, and I remembered that you you used to live around here, so I-I thought I'd pop by.
Yeah.
It's-it's a nice surprise after 20 years.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Um, I'm sorry.
You're obviously in the middle of dinner.
I'm Well, yeah, but No, no, no, no, no.
She can stay.
Please.
We're - we're Yeah, join us.
- Oh, no, no, no.
I'm sleepwalking again.
How long for? Couple of weeks, I think.
It's mostly stress, uh, the campaign, and this goddamn blackmail fiasco, and Not to mention, Simone and I have been having some problems.
How bad is it? Biscuit's missing.
That's our dog.
I must have freaked him out, and he got out - the back gate, and - Oh.
Sammy loves the shit out of that dog.
Jesus Christ, I'm really fucking this kid up.
No, Tai He's seen me do it, Shauna.
He's seen me do it.
He thinks there's some other version of me.
He calls it "the bad one.
" I'm afraid to go to sleep.
I spent the night pounding espressos, just so I can stay in control.
I don't know how bad it's gonna get this time, but you you know how bad it can get.
Yeah.
I just need some fucking sleep.
Hey.
Why don't you just stay here tonight? Callie's not here.
You can sleep in her room.
She's at her friend Ilana's.
I'll stay with you.
Yeah.
Oh, my God.
What happened? Where are Van and Tai? Hey, hey.
She She told, she told us to leave them.
We had to get help.
Show us which way to go.
- Tai? - Van? Van! Taissa? Taissa! - Van! - Van! Taissa! Are you sure you came this way? I I don't know.
I-I can't see anything.
It's so dark.
It's them.
Hey, it's gonna be okay.
We're gonna get you all fixed up, okay? It's gonna be okay.
Okay, so, make sure that you're angled in Misty, I think she's got it.
Okay.
Uh Okay.
Oh Do you ever think about what our lives would've been like if, um, you know, it didn't happen? Yeah, sometimes.
Well, I was going to go to Brown.
Wow.
I was gonna write amazing papers on Dorothy Parker and Virginia Woolf.
Thought I would meet, like, a floppy-haired, sad-eyed poet boy who ran the school lit magazine.
Ah.
He was gonna be, like, so smart.
- Oh, God.
- And a little bit intimidated by me.
We were gonna be, like, full rivals - until we weren't, you know? - Yes.
Yes.
That kind of thing.
But then my short stories would make him fall in love with me anyway.
Yeah.
Then, at some point, I would have to leave him - brokenhearted, because - Oh, no.
- Yeah.
- Aw.
'Cause I'm gonna take my year abroad.
- Oh.
- And that's where I meet Francois.
I'm sorry, "Francois"? Yeah, in France.
Yeah.
Oh, please tell me Francois was some sort of brooding musician.
No.
Francois was a mime.
I'm sorry.
Miming is a serious art form - in France.
- Okay.
Yeah.
Okay.
Well, I was going to go to Howard.
Pre-law, with a double major in history and philosophy.
And date a bunch of beautiful women, make first string on the soccer team, graduate first first in my class.
And then I was gonna go to Columbia Law and land an internship in one of the biggest firms in the city.
You did do all those things.
Yeah.
But if I'm being honest, not a single one of those things felt real.
No, I don't have his account password.
That's the thing, because Well, please, could you just talk to your manager and, um, and just tell them that I'm-I'm not his family, but I'm pretty much You're not listening.
Can you just help-help me? Please? No? Can you fucking help me?! What the fuck!? Talk to your manager! You fucking bitch! Do you believe in love?! Talk to your fucking manager! Oh, my God.
You're kidding.
Why, yes, it is.
Hey, Misty.
So this is the deal.
Either you are gonna let me go right fucking now or I'm gonna wring your little boyfriend's neck.
Swear to you, I'll fucking do it.
Fine.
Go ahead.
I'll just get another one.
Fine.
I will.
Oh, my baby.
My poor little boy.
I didn't mean a word of it.
I didn't mean it.
You look like hell.
Are you okay? I'm fine.
I'm just having one of those days.
Are you hungry? I'm hungry.
I'm gonna make us something to eat.
I let the fire die down.
I fell asleep.
And I must have been sleepwalking or something, because when I woke up, I was in a fucking tree, and I'm the reason she went.
And I'm the reason she got hurt.
No I don't know what's happening to me, Shauna.
I'm scared to go to sleep.
Then I'll stay awake, okay? And I won't let you go anywhere.
Shh.
You'll be fine.
I'm having an affair.
What? Sorry.
I don't know why I told you that.
Oh, my God.
Don't be sorry.
With who? Oh, shit, wait.
Oh, my God, if you say Randy Walsh, I am gonna burn this whole fucking town down.
It's just this, um, guy I met.
He's younger.
Oh, my God.
What is he like? - His name's Adam.
- Mm.
Um, he's an artist.
He's really earnest.
Mm.
In-in a way that, like, kind of makes you want to punch his face.
But also, sometimes I'm like, "Yeah.
" And he just makes me feel something.
Like, the sex is it's great, but But it's more than that.
Yeah.
He makes you feel "it.
" Yeah.
Yeah.
I know.
Ah, man, I remember that.
Simone doesn't make you feel "it" anymore? No.
But you know what? It's okay.
What we have is different.
It's stable.
It's safe.
And-and and I like that.
It just, um you know, "it" whatever that really means it-it wasn't any good for me.
It's like if someone made me feel "it" it wasn't gonna be good for anybody, you know? Yeah.
I think I do.
My turn.
Ah.
Okay.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Oh.
These So, uh, I was just thinking, and, um, our interactions have been so kind of, uh - how should I put it - Hot.
singularly focused, that, uh, I realized I don't know anything about you.
I seem to recall you mocked all my efforts on that front, but yeah, sure.
What do you want to know? How about you tell me more about your art school days? You went to Pratt, right? What was that like? Oh I mean, pretentious, mostly.
What classes did you take? Who was your favorite professor? Um Okay.
I take it you did some digging, and you caught me.
Yeah, I didn't go to Pratt, but I had a girlfriend who went there, Lauren, and I spent so much time with her and her friends, that it kind of felt like I went there.
Um Uh, look, I-I just told you 'cause I wanted to impress you.
Did it? Where did you grow up? Suburbs of Houston.
High school? Milby High, class of '04.
Go, Buffs.
- Do you have any siblings? - An older brother.
- Where is he now? - Ann Arbor, Michigan.
He's a colorectal surgeon.
And he has this book in his house that's just called Anus.
I'm a ten-year-old, but it still makes me laugh.
Okay, um, as much as I would love to believe you finally want to get to know me Why don't you tell me what this is really about? Are you trying to catch me lying about things? 'Cause I swear it was just the stupid Pratt thing.
It's a crazy thing to lie about.
Well I know.
I'm sorry.
But the rest of it, Shauna, us, that's real.
Look, I've got this friend with a cabin in the woods in the Poconos.
Let's go away for the weekend.
Okay? I'll be an open book.
You can ask me anything.
My first kiss, my favorite color, my shoe size.
I don't know.
Whatever you want.
Ask me anything.
How do you propose I explain that? I don't give a shit.
Just go pack a bag, and get back here.
I have an announcement.
Hello! Hi! Excuse me! Thank you.
In light of the expedition ending as it did, I have decided that I'm going to take the dead guy's plane and fly south.
I'm going to find us help, and I'm going to get us out of here.
You're gonna fly? But y-you don't know how.
I've been studying the flight manual for weeks, and I checked the gas tank, it's full.
I used to watch my grandpa fly.
He even let me steer a few times.
I know that I can do this.
You can't deny that Van needs serious medical attention.
She's not the only one.
Shauna, tell them.
I-I really don't Tell them.
- What is it? - Yeah, tell us what? I'm-I'm pregnant.
You were having sex? - How far along are you? - Wait, did you get knocked up here? No, I It doesn't matter when it happened.
Okay? It just matters that we get them both help.
- Let me just - Misty, not right now.
All right.
Can everyone just Laura Lee, you can't do this.
No.
I-it's not even close to safe.
There is no "safe" anymore, Coach Scott.
It's going to be winter soon.
If I don't do this, we're We're all gonna fucking starve.
All right, well, I'm still the only adult here, so, no.
I'm not gonna let you do it.
What are you gonna do to stop me, Coach? Hello, I'm an addict, and my name is Jim.
Hi, Jim.
Welcome to the Chelsea Morning group of Narcotics Anonymous.
I'd like to start the meeting with a moment of silence for the addicts who are still suffering, and then we'll do the Lord's Prayer.
Oh, Jesus Christ, not you.
Come on.
I promise I won't assault you again.
Um, the last I heard, you got a promotion at the bank.
What's it to you, Natalie? I haven't seen you in ten years.
Come on.
You were my best sponsor.
I just got out of rehab, and I wanted to see you.
Why? I have something I really need to talk to you about, and nobody could understand things like you.
Please? So, you remember that guy that I used to always talk about? Who was in the plane crash with me? Trevor? Travis.
He died.
And the cops ruled it a suicide, but I know it wasn't.
And why is that, Natalie? Because he made me a promise.
And when I was on the brink he, um He made me swear that I would never do that, and then he promised me the same.
And even though my words don't mean much I-I know I'm a liar.
He always kept his word.
Always.
I know he didn't kill himself.
For once, I think you're actually telling me the truth.
I need your help, Suze.
Somebody closed Travis's bank account after he died, and I need to find out who, or - where that money went - I'm sorry.
I just, I can't give out personal account information, unless you're family.
I mean, I could get fired.
I thought you might say that.
Well I guess I'm gonna have to call the bank then and tell them how you and I used to feed our habits by selling your customers' personal information to identity thieves.
I think they'd be really interested to know that.
Or they could just be really impressed by your personal growth.
I wish I'd never fucking met you.
Did you really have to tell everyone? I mean, how could I not? Shauna, we have the chance to get you and the baby out of here.
That's all that matters.
It's It's not really the time to be keeping secrets.
After the crash, when we were stuck out there, I started sleepwalking.
A symptom of the trauma, I guess.
Once we were rescued, it just just stopped.
But with the stress of the campaign, and everything that's been going on, um, it started happening again.
No, uh It's not just happening, I'm doing it, and it, and it, and it fucking scares me because the last time, I I Um I think I may have been the one to let Biscuit out of the house.
I'm sorry.
It's okay.
It's okay, baby.
- It's okay.
I know, it's okay.
- No.
It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay.
Baby, baby, baby.
Okay? It's okay.
We will get you help.
Whatever you need, okay? Mm.
And we can, um, I don't know, find you a sleep study What I really need is for you and Sammy to go stay at your mom's house for a little while.
What? Why? I-I just think it would be better for everybody involved - if you and - No, Taissa, Taissa, - we're a family.
- Simone We're not gonna leave you.
We're gonna support Simone, Simone, you can't be here! I don't think I'm making myself clear.
You don't understand.
I'm afraid I'm going to hurt you or Sammy.
Please, baby.
Please.
Please.
I am begging you.
Please.
Please, just go.
Got any more good ideas? We look for an asshole covered in glitter.
Wait until you hear the water running, count to ten, and then just get out, okay? Who the fuck are you? Be safe, okay? Mm-hmm.
For God's sake, Laura Lee, please.
Don't do this.
Thanks for worrying about me, Coach, but this is my purpose.
Just you and me now, Leonard.
Okay.
Okay, that's good.
We need to get to 55 before we take off.
Kind of like Back to the Future, remember? Oh, my gosh.
Leonard, we're flying.
Oh, my God.
She's doing it! Oh, my God.
We're really gonna save them.
What the No.
No.
Is that smoke?