Previously on Y: The Last Man...
We need a geneticist.
I can get him out of here, but it has to be now,
‐and before anyone else... ‐Mom, listen, I have been out there.
‐This isn't a good idea. ‐You think I want this?
I just got you back from the dead.
Please, I just want to find your mom.
I don't care what she did or did not do to you
a hundred years ago when the world was different.
Hey!
‐My leg! ‐You're fine, I promise.
‐We'll‐we'll get help. ‐We can't go.
‐Mack, we have to! ‐We can't go!
AGENT 355: We need to talk about the pilots.
‐They're gonna be a problem. ‐MULLIGAN: I thought
you were flying with us.
AGENT 355: No, we need cover.
YORICK: Jesus! Do we go back?
We keep going.
♪ ♪
♪ Here I go again ♪
♪ I hear the trumpets blow again ♪
♪ All aglow again ♪
♪ Taking a chance on love ♪
♪ Here I slide again ♪
♪ About to take that ride again ♪
♪ Starry‐eyed again ♪
♪ Taking a chance on love ♪
♪ I thought that cards were a frame‐up ♪
♪ I never would try ♪
♪ But now I'm taking that game up ♪
♪ And the ace of hearts ♪
♪ Is high ♪
♪ Things are mending now ♪
♪ I see a rainbow bending now ♪
♪ We'll have a happy ending now ♪
♪ Taking a chance on love ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Mm ♪
♪ All aglow again... ♪
‐(music echoes and fades) ‐(gasps)
♪ ♪
YORICK: He's a rescue.
Capuchins are actually incredibly smart.
‐You can‐you can train 'em to help paraplegics. You can... ‐Ha.
So you rescued him... from a paraplegic, huh?
Uh, no, I rescued him from eating lipstick for science
for the rest of his life.
(chuckles): What‐what do you care?
Get any sleep?
Can't get over how quiet it is out here.
It's kind of creepy, right?
Do we have anything to eat?
We have to ration till I can get us some more food.
You know how to use this?
Do I know how to use a wrench?
Bolts.
Unscrew 'em. We can trade that generator for something.
Where'd you learn all this helicopter shit?
‐Jesus Christ, ‐No, no, no, no,
‐that thing's, like, 50 pounds. ‐don't pick that up.
Don't pick that up.
I learned it in Iraq.
Is it... Uh, that's it? Oh, okay. Wow.
You are just a delightfully open book, Agent Burgin.
‐That's not my name. ‐Holy shit, lady, are you serious?
Definitely don't call me lady.
Call me 355.
Okay, cool. Call me Trapezoid.
‐Are you... Come on, that's not your real name. ‐By design.
Well, who designed it?
Look, my mom already told me you're part of some,
like, super‐secret spy thing.
That sounds exciting. Did you always want to be a spy,
or was it, like, part of the family business,
‐or did you... ‐Bolts.
I don't know, maybe we should have gotten all the way
to Boston before we ditched our ride.
It's too visible. It's the only light in the sky.
‐We got to keep a low profile. ‐And, uh,
how long till they realize that two helicopters are missing?
When they do, they'll be looking for the two missing pilots
that stole them.
My feet are killing me.
Five minutes.
That's not creepy at all.
What'd I tell you?
‐Be careful. ‐There's nobody here.
Oh, God.
Oh... Oh, God, that's so good.
‐Do you smell that? ‐What?
Exactly. No bodies?
Why do you sound disappointed?
I...
'Cause if no one's dead,
‐maybe they're still here. ‐Oh...
‐Hello?! ‐Shh.
Hello?! (chuckles)
There's nobody here.
Couple more hours, we should probably
make it out of Pennsylvania by today.
Should only be a few more days till D. C. after that.
(groans softly)
Okay, fine.
Did I ever tell you I had a riding coach?
Coach Karen.
She had a son, too. Benji.
He loved horses, the little creep.
And he was homeschooled.
Oh, Benji the Homeschooled Horse Boy?
My mom always wanted me to make friends
with the girls at the barn.
I had more in common with the horses.
Wow. (chuckles)
Holy shit.
I haven't seen one of those in a while.
‐Class... classy lady. (laughs) ‐Uh... (laughs)
Yeah, that's good, that's good.
No way.
(engine starts)
No fucking way.
Oh, my God.
If we drive all night, we could be there by morning.
‐What? ‐There's no point.
We'd get, like, half a mile before we hit a pileup.
No, no, they're clearing a section of 95.
We might get lucky.
I need a night.
‐No. ‐One night.
‐Uh, I'm sorry, fuck no. ‐Please?
It's just one night. We'll sleep there.
We'll go first thing in the morning, I promise.
I just... I thought that I had more time, okay?
I need to, like, get my head around it.
Please?
Sammy, please?
SAM: It took me a whole year of my life
to get that fucking thing on its feet,
and now it's just like it never happened.
HERO: R.I.P., Sam's one‐man show.
All right, all right.
No, it's sweet. Like, everybody's out there
mourning their loved ones,
and you're in your feelings about performance art.
‐Yeah, well... ‐(laughs)
Mm.
Oh, shit, I'm stoned.
Wow, you're really on one, huh?
HERO: Yeah, tonight's all I got.
No holding back.
Nah.
They got the good shit at the Pentagon, okay?
I was with Mike.
That's, um...
That's where I was when...
You were with him when he...
You could have told me.
L‐Look, I mean‐‐
was he your boss? Yes.
Are you a home‐wrecker? Uh, also yes.
But did that asshole die happy?
Indeed he did.
Jennifer will ask me where I was.
Oh. (scoffs)
Easy: you were saving orphans.
She'll know.
How would she know?
I told her about him.
‐I was drunk. ‐Oh.
What did she say?
That I have no regard for anyone's life...
...uh, but my own.
That I'm selfish and self‐destructive
and, uh...
cruel.
Shit.
Do you still want to go?
We have to.
(groans)
(makes trilling sound)
‐Oh, what the hell? ‐(chuckles) Sorry.
I'm sorry.
♪ ♪
BETH: I love you.
YORICK: What are you telling me?
BETH: You're cute.
‐How you feeling, killer? ‐YORICK: Bad.
It's not, um...
It's not, like, porn or anything.
‐What's that? ‐BETH: Oh, a bagel.
YORICK: Oh, my God.
This is my girlfriend, Beth.
Couldn't sleep. Were you...
were you running? What time is it?
Uh...
‐Take your clothes off. ‐What?
There's a river. I'll wash everything.
‐Oh, yeah, no, I'm cool. Thanks anyway. ‐(scoffs)
You smell like ass and monkey.
‐So take your clothes off. ‐It's cold out here.
Uh, turn around.
‐Are you serious? ‐Can't have you compromising the mission,
getting all distracted by sexy thoughts.
(scoffs) That's unlikely.
Uh, okay.
Thank you.
Change into something clean.
(engine straining in distance)
SAM: Aw, what the fuck?!
Why? God!
(engine continues straining)
(scoffs)
I told you there wouldn't be shit here.
Yeah, I know. Sorry.
(sighs) Yeah.
(soft footsteps continuing)
Hey.
It looks like your leg is hurt.
Would it be okay if I took a look at it?
I used to work in an ambulance.
Can you sit up?
Yeah. Okay.
(Mack gasps softly)
All right, right here.
There you go, in the light.
Sam, water?
I'm gonna take a closer look at this, okay?
Get the fuck away from her!
I‐I can help her. I'm an EMT.
Get away! Get away from her.
‐I'm not trying to hurt her. ‐Move. Get away!
Take it easy. Just relax.
How‐how...
You figure it out.
HERO: That is infected.
Sam, can you try to find gauze, saline?
Anything.
Can you tell me how this happened?
A shovel. She was chasing away crows.
Okay.
Well, I'm sure she wants her mom close by.
You want to come here?
Okay.
I'm just gonna lift the bandage off,
so deep breath on the count of three, okay? One, two,
‐three. ‐(Mack gasps softly)
Okay.
That's all I could find.
HERO: We're just gonna wash it out a little bit.
I know. I know it hurts. This needs to be drained.
Where are you two staying?
Um... we know a place.
It's safe.
We could, uh...
we could take you there.
She needs to rest.
(thump in distance)
(indistinct whispering)
‐All of 'em? ‐Yeah.
Okay. I got this one.
Oh, look!
Oh, man. Score.
Wait, wait, what do you have?
Here, here.
‐Can I help you? ‐(gasps) ‐(gasps) Oh. Uh...
Good morning.
Didn't mean to scare you.
Can I help you, though?
We didn't know anyone else was out here.
‐You got any food? ‐That you can spare?
No, I don't think I do. Sorry.
Is it just you, or...
You got two tents.
No, I'm with my sister. She's by the river.
‐Huh. ‐You served?
What?
‐Where'd you get the jacket? ‐Found it.
Oh.
You got a dog or something?
No, I've been trying to use it as a trap,
but I haven't had much luck with it.
Definitely not enough to feed two extra mouths, so...
best of luck.
You know, no one has ever become poor by giving.
‐That's Anne... ‐Frank.
I know.
Best... of luck.
‐(Yorick shouting indistinctly) ‐Shit. Fuck!
(continues shouting)
(exhaling forcefully)
They're quoting Anne Frank?
That's garbage.
Unbelievable. What if they saw your face?
‐They didn't see my face. ‐They could have been armed.
They didn't see my face, I didn't get shot,
and you didn't up the body count by two more.
I think we need to establish some ground rules.
Great. Yeah. How about number one,
you don't order me to strip.
You do not wander off.
You do not talk to anyone. You...
You got something to say to me?
You told me not to talk, so...
Hey, buddy, come in your home.
(chittering)
(indistinct chatter)
Yo.
Hey, that bike work?
What do you want for it?
What do you got? I'm not taking MREs.
WOMAN: What is this shit?
What, do you think we're joking here?
You think this is charity?
VENDOR: I'll have something good tomorrow.
Yeah, you better have something tomorrow
or you lose the booth. You hear me?
‐What are they, cops? ‐Staties wives.
Some of their kids, too.
They protect the market, keep things orderly.
In exchange...
They help themselves.
It's a good thing.
You should have seen this place before.
People got no sense. Mayhem.
‐So, the bike? ‐It runs.
Needs some maintenance, but
a lot of people looking for bikes right now.
Mm‐hmm.
What the hell am I gonna do with this?
It's a generator.
You'll figure something out.
All right. Let's get you
‐a closer look at her. ‐That's what I thought.
(indistinct chatter)
WOMAN: It's a little rusty, but...
♪ ♪
Beth?
♪ ♪
Beth!
♪ ♪
(Ampersand chittering)
What are you doing?
You're not allowed back here.
Hey, this area's for police only.
What's wrong with you?
You a fucking mute?
‐Fuck! ‐Take that thing off.
On your knees now, hands above your head.
(Yorick panting)
No, no, no, no, no.
I don't want any trouble, okay?
Listen, I'm just... I'm looking for T.
All right? Testosterone. Do you guys...
‐know where I can find any? ‐Is that a fucking monkey?
‐Alicia, go, check it out. ‐No, no, no, no, no.
‐Alicia, can you just... ‐(gunshot)
Run.
‐(grunting) ‐Oh, shit.
I said run!
‐(gunfire) ‐(indistinct shouting)
Move! Let's go!
‐Let's go! ‐WOMAN: Stop them! That's a man!
(engine sputtering)
Take the fucking shot!
Ah!
‐(engine starts) ‐(tires screech)
♪ ♪
Look, I'm...
Look, I thought I saw Beth and I got turned around.
Okay? I didn't mean to...
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Uh, we have to go back.
Okay, I think my phone fell out of my pocket. Shit.
(scoffs) Do you have any sense
of what the hell we're doing here?
You need to grow the fuck up.
You need to grow the fuck up and do as you're told.
Who are you?! No.
No, no, no, no, you don't tell me anything.
And you at least owe me some...
That's it. That's it. That's it.
I don't owe you shit!
From the goddamn day you were born...
‐Listen, I need my phone. That's all. ‐...the whole world's told you
‐you're the most important thing in it. ‐Oh, fuck off.
You know, you fuck around all you want,
there's no consequences‐‐ an entire life
of just being given shit.
Like, I don't know, the benefit of the fucking doubt?
You just walk into any room, you take it for granted.
And now that you actually are
the most important person in the room,
you could give a shit. Is that right?
She came at me with a nightstick.
So what? You know, just be smart.
Smart? Smart?!
Oh, my God! How smart is going
full fucking Rambo anytime something goes wrong?!
Yeah, those pilots, they were...
They were in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Weren't they? And now, because of me...
...they got...
They got what?
Let's just go, okay?
♪ ♪
(Ampersand chitters)
(engine starts)
♪ ♪
y cat mewls) ‐Jesus, fuck.
(toy cat purring)
‐What's that? ‐(purring continues)
Ugh. Uh‐uh.
No, Mom. Keep her with me.
(toy cat meows, purrs)
Burn gel.
Percs.
What, we should have let the kid die?
I didn't say that.
It's one more day.
(footsteps approaching)
St. Anne's Women's Shelter?
This place was a‐a shelter
for women and kids; domestic violence.
There's a lending library upstairs.
No wonder there are so many rooms.
Where'd they all go?
Any of that useable?
Not unless you want to get her high.
I cleared the wound, but she needs antibiotics.
Like amoxicillin, cephalexin.
I'm sorry, c‐cepha...?
Thank you.
I mean,
we hit 20, 30 pharmacies
between here and New York.
They're completely cleared out.
Your best bet is the camps.
(chuckles)
The camps are for people with nowhere to go.
Uh, what's‐what's the nearest one?
D.C.?
We fucking came from D. C.
Uh, Baltimore is closer.
Fuck. Baltimore. What was I thinking?
No, sorry. It's okay...
It's okay? Fuck you.
Sorry.
I'm sorry.
My cousin's a doctor. She lives up here.
It was a two‐hour drive before.
It took us a week to walk.
I thought it'd be better than
waiting in a line at the camps.
But we got here, and she was gone,
‐the house looted. ‐Shit.
Mack's too sick to move.
I tried medicine cabinets.
Viagra. Oxy.
Oxy is useful. Trade it.
I'd get mugged.
Second time this week.
We're an easy target.
I don't even know your names.
I'm Karen.
‐This is Benji. ‐I'm Nora.
Nice to meet you.
Well, you all have fun.
Uh, call me if anything changes.
(crickets chirping)
We got a roof over our heads.
Well water.
Maybe a little garden in the spring.
(Sam sighs)
What?
Look at us.
I mean, we could be really good here.
We could...
(whispers): We could start over.
Don't be mad at me.
(smooching)
(groans)
(kissing)
(exhales)
(breathing heavily)
(stammers) Shit.
‐Sorry. ‐No, no.
Stay. I'm...
You don't have to leave, I'm...
(sighs)
What happened to the car?
(inhales sharply)
(exhales)
Oh...
(howling in distance)
♪ ♪
(horses snorting)
♪ ♪
(horse neighs)
(gasping)
(scream in distance)
JODI (in distance): Who are you? This is our place.
(overlapping arguing)
NORA: I don't know what you're talking about. I‐I just...
(arguing continues)
Where's my mom?
Put it down.
(horses snorting)
JODI: Get down.
In her locker, right where she said.
We better hurry.
LAURA: What about them?
Be quick. Kate doesn't have long.
‐Wait, wait, wait. ‐No, no, no, no.
We didn't take anything, okay?
‐We just stopped for the night. ‐I don't get it.
Choosing to be a man.
I didn't choose. I am a man.
All the men are dead, sweetie.
‐Hey, fuck you. ‐Okay.
‐You first, then. ‐No, no, no, no, no.
She's a doctor!
She‐She's hurt, right? Your friend.
Kate, right? Somebody shot her?
She can help.
She's a doctor.
She kept my daughter alive.
Look at her leg. Look, look, look, look, look.
Look at her leg.
She did that.
‐We only need her. ‐Hey. It's all or none.
JODI: Help her.
Okay. Okay.
So, is this a bullet wound? When was she shot?
We don't know, uh, a few hours...
JODI: Shut up.
Three? Six?
I need to know.
Five, maybe.
Is Roxanne back yet?
She's still looking for the fucker.
She's not gonna like this.
HERO: Is this the wound?
Okay, let me take a look.
Okay, we're gonna turn her onto her side.
Support her head.
There you go, like that.
‐Sam, can you help me? ‐No.
You do not come near her.
Let him.
Come. In that bag, get me gloves,
tape, gauze and plastic baggies.
More gauze, Sam.
Rip three more pieces of tape that size.
Just like that.
There you go. Okay.
‐This is why we shouldn't have stayed. ‐Lay into me later, okay?
Is she gonna die?
Here he is, Kate. Okay?
It's Joshua.
It's Joshua, Kate.
♪ ♪
Hey.
Show me a magic trick.
I'm not a magician, I'm an escape artist.
So... you can't do card tricks?
No, of course I can, it's just, uh...
Uh, basic and fraudulent and beneath my skill level.
Fine.
Forget it.
Uh, you know, just give me...
‐Give me the thing. ‐(chuckles)
‐You want a card trick? ‐Mm‐hmm.
All right... pick a card.
Not that one. I'm kidding. Take one.
Just don't let me see.
‐You got it? ‐Mm‐hmm.
Okay, put it back anywhere in the deck.
Okay, hold your hand out.
The other one. There we go.
Now put that first one out again.
‐Cut 'em like this. ‐(chuckles)
‐Seriously? ‐Just a little shadow over it.
'Cause I think...
your card is... that.
‐It's not? ‐No.
‐That's not your card? ‐No.
Oh, oh, it's, uh...
This is your card.
(chuckles)
That's impressive.
When we're done with the scientist,
I'll help you find your girlfriend.
I'm sorry.
It's okay.
It's a lot being out here, right?
Well, we'll get to Boston by tomorrow.
All right, I'll show you one more.
‐Yeah? ‐I'll show you one more, yeah.
‐Don't cheat this time. ‐I'm not gonna cheat.
‐This is one... ‐(shuffling cards)
This one took me a long time to learn.
(labored, shallow breathing)
Roxanne.
(whispering)
Move.
No!
She isn't a dog.
You can't just put her down.
She's already gone. Show some fuckin' mercy.
‐The doctor said... ‐I'm not a doctor.
I'm sorry, I'm an EMT.
She needed a trauma surgeon, and even then...
You did what you could.
Her we can help.
What's she need?
She needs antibiotics.
They do not deserve our help.
A child doesn't deserve our help?
They were at our house.
LAURA: He was at our house.
SAM: I‐I didn't know.
We just slept there the night. We‐we...
You must be tired and cold. We should get you inside.
‐Even him? ‐You brought him here under duress.
They try to help us, this is how you treat 'em?
SAM: We can go.
‐We don't have to stay. ‐Yeah... ‐No.
It's dangerous out there.
We have beds,
food.
ROXANNE: It's the least we can do.
Till she recovers.
What's your name?
‐It's Mackenzie. ‐Mackenzie?
Let's get you inside.
NORA: It's okay.
Hey. Don't tell them who your mother is.
What?
I worked at the White House, Karen.
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