Previously on Y: The Last Man...
There's been an event.
The men are dead, Regina.
I am the president of the United States.
How is this not an immediate constitutional crisis?
If we're a united front, she'll fall in line.
"Dr. Allison Mann, Harvard."
Boston's been hard to contain. Violence, looting.
I can get him out of here.
When were you gonna tell us about Regina Oliver?
We'll handle the situation.
(indistinct shouting)
A lot of people screaming conspiracy.
We need to talk about the pilots.
They're gonna be a problem.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa!
What happened?
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.
When we're done with the scientists,
I'll help you find your girlfriend.
‐I'm sorry. ‐Well, we'll get to Boston
by tomorrow.
♪ ♪
(chittering)
♪ ♪
(grunting)
What do you think she's like?
"Hi, I'm Dr. Allison Mann from Harvard.
Ever heard of it? I'm a geneticist."
It's like, put it away, you know?
Bet she makes a big deal about not owning a TV.
(shouting in distance)
AGENT 355: I don't care if you like her.
We just need her to do her job.
Okay, well, I'm just saying we should be ready
for the possibility that she's terrible.
I do not care about her as a person, Yorick.
Do you care about me as a person?
‐Not even remotely. ‐Yeah, I don't believe you.
What?
‐Oh, shit. ‐(engine revving)
(engine revving)
WOMAN (over loudspeaker): Clear the streets immediately.
For your protection, this area will be going under curfew.
Can you put your mask on, please?
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
(shouting in distance)
‐(explosion) ‐(automatic gunfire)
You're a dark spirit, Boston.
WOMAN (in distance): Keep this area clear.
Stay down, stay down, stay down, stay down.
YORICK: That's a lot of security.
Come on, let's move.
‐Oh, we're leaving? ‐Yeah. Move. Stay low.
Do not move, Yorick. Do not wander.
Plant roots here, understand? Mm‐hmm.
Good. Also, I value you as a human being and as a friend.
And we are gonna find this Dr. Mann, and then we'll
get the fuck out of this terrifying hellscape.
What are you... Okay.
Uh, yeah. What's the game plan?
‐Do not move. Do not... ‐Wander?
Yes, I know.
Okay.
Hey, Yorick?
‐Yeah. ‐Put your mask down.
Yes. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Uh...
(Ampersand chitters)
Yeah, what was I supposed to say?
She's never given me a knife before.
SOLDIER: Incoming. On foot. Stop right there!
‐SOLDIER 2: Hands up! ‐Identify yourself.
Stand down.
I'm Sergeant Nash,
82nd Airborne.
(door shuts)
Why aren't you in uniform?
We were clearing debris on Fayette.
Assholes found a stash of grenades.
First Sergeant didn't want us making their job
easier on them.
Are you gonna let me through, Private?
I've had a pretty shitty day. I'd like to take my shoes off.
Come on.
(indistinct radio chatter)
(brakes squeak)
(indistinct chatter)
♪ ♪
(Ampersand chittering quietly)
(quietly): Jesus.
Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
Quiet, boy. Quiet.
(explosion in distance)
(automatic gunfire in distance)
Fuck. Come on, come on.
‐(chittering) ‐Shh, quiet.
Or I'll tell her it was your idea.
(helicopter approaching)
PERMAR: She one of ours or one of theirs?
‐AGENT 355: She's one of Harvard's. ‐(chuckles)
We count those as ours.
High value?
‐She's a geneticist. ‐All right.
Yeah.
That's a lot of tear gas. Haven't seen any rioters yet.
They like to ambush us, catch us off guard.
We stay ready.
So what's the game plan?
We rile them up, they stick their head out of
whatever hole they're hiding in‐‐ Hang on.
Good.
We hit 'em with the gas,
maybe a little nonlethal ammo.
Break 'em up for a couple hours.
They'll come back, they'll rattle the cages for a while.
We'll get some sleep, they'll get some sleep,
and we'll do it all over again tomorrow.
‐What do they want? ‐Attention.
A time machine. I don't know.
Answers. (scoffs) Get in line.
AGENT 355: Just let them have the buildings.
What's so special about Harvard?
Research. Priceless art. History.
Somebody in Washington wants to protect them, so...
They want to burn 'em down.
Uh, your Dr. Mann's not on our list.
Okay, well, I need access to her lab. The Science Center?
The Science Center was the first place they got.
It's gone. And if your Dr. Mann was inside,
she's gone, too.
Ready when you are.
Uh, you're doing this right now?
Might rain later.
Shit.
♪ ♪
(footsteps)
What are you doing in here?
Hey, answer me.
You're a friend, right?
Fucking act like it.
‐WOMAN: Hey, open up! ‐Drop it.
‐(banging on door) ‐Let me in!
(coughing)
How come we've got no clean water,
and they've got unlimited tear gas?
Be useful.
It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.
Okay. Okay, I'll get you.
I'll get you, get you, get you.
(groans)
Okay, okay, okay. All right.
Aah!
(retching)
You okay?
Camo fucks!
Get something to eat before we go back out there.
(exhales) Okay.
(coughs)
PROTESTOR: 15 minutes to clear the gas.
(exhales)
Waiting's the worst part.
Thanks.
Were you here in 2013 for the manhunt?
After the marathon?
Whole city locked down.
No one left the house.
Just waiting.
You got a place to go?
My brother's in Jamaica Plain with a few guys.
They've got testosterone, if you need it.
Place to sleep.
It's got to be better than being on your own.
I'm... I'm with a friend.
What, do you work at the zoo or something?
‐Uh, rescued from a lab. ‐Right on.
Tom's above Bella Luna if you ever need anything.
Tell him Steph sent you.
I'm Steph.
Yorick.
Hey, where'd they find him again?
The manhunt. I can't remember.
Hiding in a rowboat.
No one can hide forever
when the whole world's looking.
AGENT 355: Hey. Hey, hey.
Yeah, we gotta move. Okay? We gotta move.
They're tear gassing protesters. Come on.
‐You okay? What happened? ‐Nothing.
Okay, where's my knife?
Uh, I lost it.
Where the‐‐ where the hell is Dr. Mann?
The lab's destroyed. The whole science building's rubble.
Come on, we gotta move. Come. Come on, come on, move, move.
Let's go, let's go.
(automatic gunfire)
The Israelis land in an hour.
So they'll drop off Secretary Oliver,
then it's our show from Annapolis.
Armored caravans, lead teams clearing roads.
Off‐road vehicles if we need them.
‐Okay. Good. ‐Good.
‐Yep. ‐Good. Done.
I'd like to talk to you about those two
missing choppers, if you got some time.
I never have some time.
Let's do it now.
So, there is tracking software
in those birds, if we can get it working.
We've got a team on it.
Well, let's keep it small.
We can't spare the resources,
and we don't want rumors.
(sighs)
When Secretary Oliver gets here,
she will be greeted with full decorum. Welcome home.
Welcome home.
And then at some point, we'll sit her down
and tell her how thankful we are‐‐
I am‐‐ that she's alive.
‐(chuckles) ‐And how much we look forward to her
joining us in a senior position of some kind.
‐Do not say, "of some kind." ‐Wait!
‐How senior? ‐LISA: I don't even think that you should be there.
She might feel it's some kind of a power grab.
It's not a power grab.
The Israelis should have kept her.
I wish they had.
Well, they didn't, so we're stuck with her.
(chuckles)
All right. Let's do this.
(indistinct chatter)
♪ ♪
Hmm.
I don't see a TV, so
that's still an outstanding concern.
There was nothing in her file about a kid.
Hey, check this out.
She's obsessed with this place.
Yeah, my dad took us to the Princeton Club for dinner,
like, three times a year‐‐ it's, like, surf
‐and turf, half a frozen tomato ‐(indistinct shouting)
...and three or four bottles of Chardonnay.
(clears throat)
‐(indistinct shouting) ‐(gunfire in distance)
(indistinct shouting)
Princess, move.
Well, just give me another minute. I'll get it.
You have ten seconds.
‐Ten, nine, eight... ‐Can you just...?
Okay, you know what? That's too much pressure.
‐Move, move, move. ‐Yeah, okay.
Do your thing.
♪ ♪
Well, she's got to be here somewhere.
(chuckling): Holy shit.
Oh, God.
I really don't want to say I told you so,
because I feel like that's‐‐
that's beneath me, but I freaking...
called it.
Look at this place.
What, you still don't think she's here?
You know what, you know what that is? That is,
that's intuition.
That's what it is. They don't teach that at Harvard.
Don't put your shit down, Yorick.
Look, he's a living being, okay? He needs a break.
(Ampersand chittering)
There we go, big guy. I know. That was a loud noise outside.
I think you're just pissed off 'cause you knew I was
‐about to pick that lock. ‐You were never gonna get that lock downstairs.
‐Give me five more seconds and I would've had that shit. ‐Oh, please...
‐(grunts) ‐What the fuck?
Yorick!
Can you give me a hand?!
Can you just...
‐Move out of the way! ‐I can't see shit.
Get the fuck off me!
Get out of the way!
(pants) Oh, shit.
It's her.
You're Dr. Allison Mann?
Do you mind?
‐(grunts) ‐YORICK: Oh, my God.
We've been looking for you.
I'm with the federal government.
You've got a Y chromosome, don't you?
Yorick. Nice to meet you.
All right, buddy. Hey, it's all right.
You okay?
(Ampersand chitters loudly)
We're here on behalf of the President of the United...
Will you please with‐‐
What the hell is that thing, anyway?
YORICK: Hey, guys, please. He's not a thing. Okay?
His name is Ampersand.
‐"He"? ‐YORICK: Yes.
There's two of you? You were together when it happened?
‐Well, okay, I'm a person, but... ‐I was gonna finish that.
You alone, meaningless.
‐Cool. ‐But you both together?
Two survivors? Two fucking together?!
‐(screeching) ‐Shh. Shh, shh...
(breathing heavily)
You've been selected by the president,
to take your existing research,
and with unlimited access to the last two survivors...
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Save the species. Got it.
Hey, little guy.
I'm not gonna hurt you. I just want to say "hi."
‐Hey, hey. ‐(gasps)
Sometimes he needs a minute to warm up to people.
We're gonna need you to get your stuff together quickly.
I'll contact the president.
Obviously, we can't stay if your lab's been destroyed,
but I'm sure we can get together a secure lo...
No.
What?
Oh. No, thank you.
I'm headed to San Francisco.
San‐San Francisco seems far.
I lost 15 years of research from my lab.
Well, now you have two surviving subjects and...
And none of the equipment I need to do the work.
The only lab that has what I need is in San Francisco.
Absolutely not. There has to be something closer.
There isn't.
This research is controversial, and not all of it is legal.
‐Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. W‐Wait a second. ‐The U. S. government
is especially puritanical
when it comes to anything resembling human cloning.
H‐Human cloning? What the...?
Nobody's using the software I need.
You can't even buy it in the States.
So, we can waste the next 15 years
recreating my research and trying,
and failing, to replicate highly‐complicated
software made by extremely dead programmers,
or...
we can haul ass to San Francisco.
Do you know that you're bleeding?
What? Oh. Oh, God.
Uh, yeah, it's fine.
‐(groaning) No, thank you. (inhales sharply) ‐AGENT 355: No. No.
‐Mm‐hmm. This is... this is the last one. ‐Mm.
‐Well, you keep saying that. ‐This is for you.
‐YORICK: Ooh. Ooh. ‐You're all done. You do know,
if he had bled out, your special brand of genius would be
pretty much worthless.
I'm sorry, for, like, the tenth time,
that I thought the people who shot down my door
might be here to do me some harm.
The tenth time? You haven't said "sorry," not one damn time.
Yes, I have.
‐BOTH: No, you haven't. ‐But it's fine. Hey.
Stabbings happen, you know?
Let's just, everybody just
pull it back a little bit with the, um...
I got to contact the president.
I got to let her know.
YORICK: That we're going to San Francisco
to human‐clone me? Yeah.
And, uh, maybe on the way,
may I suggest sunny Ohio?
How exactly were you planning on getting to San Francisco?
I was gonna walk,
but since you've name‐dropped the president so many times,
maybe she could send a plane?
Mm‐mm. His survival's classified,
‐and President Brown needs to keep it that way. ‐Ugh.
You'd think that we could do better than Jennifer Brown.
(scoffs) She's as vanilla as they come.
Nobody can know about him.
If those crazies find out he survived,
that stand‐off out there just‐‐
it turns into The Harvard Massacre.
By "those crazies," are you talking about the people...
The lunatics blowing up buildings, screaming conspiracy.
Yeah. Who else am I talking about?
They think the government isn't telling them something.
Well... that's not crazy.
On any given day, the U. S. government
has thousands of people building secret shit
that could kill every single one of us‐‐ weapons,
‐viruses, AI... ‐Okay. So let me get this straight. Who...?
Hey, um, have either of you guys heard the, um...
the tuna fish sandwich joke?
(Yorick mutters)
Have I... have I told you that?
The tuna fish sandwich joke? Does that ring a bell?
Does that...
‐It's like, "Tuna fish..." ‐AGENT 355: I'll be right back.
Neither of you leave this building.
Where are you going?
‐Wait, are you leaving me with her? ‐I could be saying
‐the same thing about you. ‐Uh, yeah,
but I didn't stab you, so...
I'll be right back.
Stay put.
(footsteps retreating)
So... what's the joke?
YORICK: Hey, can we, uh...?
Can we, uh... can we talk about this for a second?
(Yorick sucks in through teeth) I mean...
Maybe, uh... maybe we should have a code word
or just a little meeting‐‐ like a check‐in sort of thing‐‐
before you just leave me with a...
The sat phone's broken. Antennae's busted.
‐Uh, uh, yeah. I didn't... That wasn't me. ‐Well,
I'll find us a new one. I'll call your mom
‐and be back in a couple hours. ‐Whoa. Hey.
‐Hey, a couple hours? ‐We need her, okay?
So just do your thing. Charm her.
Cha... Uh, charm her? What, that's my thing?
I'm the charmer?
Okay, well, drive safe.
‐(sighs) ‐(door closes)
Drive safe?
(Yorick sighs)
They're storming statehouses, governor's mansions,
‐food banks. ‐Okay.
Like, if‐if we could hold a press conference,
we could mitigate some of the damage...
Press conference? (laughs)
Well, who the fuck's gonna watch it?
‐We don't even have the power on. ‐Well, I know...
If a group of people decide to take up arms
because of rumors, misinformation, then...
Well, then we'll have to shut it down, won't we?
No, we can't lose the statehouses.
Where are they getting their information from now?
Word of mouth. It's like a game
of broken telephone. No one knows what to believe.
Apparently, some of these groups are circulating newsletters,
connecting dots that don't exist.
We are the government.
We can do better than newsletters.
Okay.
Yes? What? What is it?
We found a crash site in the eastern Allegheny.
Definitely one, maybe both, we're not sure.
The stolen choppers, ma'am.
Both? But we're not sure?
We only discovered the debris field in the last 90 minutes,
but it's our equipment. We know that much.
How much is strewn about will help us
determine what we're looking at.
Human remains?
Not yet, but, um...
a crash with a thousand pounds of fuel onboard...
Survival, uh...
They're dead, ma'am.
They've got to be.
Oh.
(sighs)
(door creaks open)
(gasps)
Uh...
(Christine sniffles)
Uh.
You know, it's pretty clear Jennifer had something to do
with those missing helicopters.
The pilots, Agent Burgin?
(soft thudding)
She sent them to look for Hero, right?
I‐I get it. I get it. I‐I...
If I had a child out there, I would do
everything I could to find them.
Except now we're down one helicopter,
and... the pilots that she sent out‐‐
Jennifer‐‐ to fly it...
Uh, it just...
It's... it's very, very bad.
I mean...
And Christine... (sighs)
...if you were involved, if you knew, I...
I mean, I‐I don't have to tell you...
Can you blackmail me some other time?
I'm not blackmailing you.
Hey.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Are you okay?
Hmm.
Hey. Are you okay?
(sniffles) Okay.
I think I'm having a miscarriage.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Hey. Hey, hey, hey.
Let me help, okay?
I got you. I got you.
I got you.
‐(sniffles) ‐You're okay. I got you.
‐I got you. You're okay. ‐(sighs)
It's gonna be okay.
(Kimberly groans softly)
You're good.
I got you, okay?
DR. SCHIRRA: How many weeks?
Weeks? Uh...
ten, maybe.
I don't know.
Haven't had time to sleep, let alone...
And so many people miscarried, so I just thought I'd... Mm.
Let's move that down a little bit more, okay?
(Christine inhales sharply)
I don't want anyone to know about this.
Of course.
This stays between us.
What is it?
What's wrong?
See that, right there?
Right... there.
That little flutter?
That is a heartbeat.
‐There was so much blood. ‐It's not uncommon.
Just a scare.
Is this your first?
It's not my anything.
Well, you are closer to...
12 weeks.
Is it a boy?
We'll need a blood test to know for sure, but
pretty safe to say you're having a girl.
Take a listen.
(heartbeat whooshing)
(sniffles) I'm sorry.
There's just been so much death. (gasps)
KIMBERLY: It's okay.
Don't worry.
Everything is gonna be okay.
(motorcycle engine humming)
♪ ♪
(floorboards creak)
Drop it.
‐Okay, drop it! ‐Okay.
Who are you?
You first.
(grunting)
(screaming)
Ah. Fuck.
(grunting)
‐Drop it! ‐Aah!
‐Oh! ‐(grunts)
‐(gasping) ‐(screaming)
(grunting)
(yelling)
(wheezes loudly)
(both panting)
(Agent 355 wheezing)
(yelling)
(both grunt)
(panting)
How long are we gonna do this?
‐This your house? ‐Fuck no, this isn't my house.
We're both looking for her. Cut the shit.
She's not here.
I've been here three weeks.
(panting)
Okay.
I'm 525.
‐355. ‐(whimpers)
‐(Agent 355 groans) ‐(panting)
When'd she recruit you?
I mean, w‐we must have come in around the same time.
Are you gonna say anything, or...?
We're not supposed to.
We're not supposed to be here, either.
Did Fran give you this address?
She told me I was the only one who had it, our secret.
Did she tell you that, too?
‐Is your 1030 alive? ‐Oh, of course not.
What the fuck am I supposed to do now?
Where, uh... where were you when it happened?
Middle of an op in Michigan.
Years of recon.
They pulled me out, told me
they were sending me to the State Department.
They briefed me in a few weeks.
The day it happened was my first day on the job.
Where were you?
Oklahoma.
They pulled me out, sent me to the Pentagon.
First day of work when it happened.
That's a hell of a coincidence.
What? You think they knew?
We're not supposed to ask questions.
Took me a while to find all this shit.
It was hidden all over the house.
I found this under her bed. (chuckles)
You mind if I, um...?
Take whatever you want.
I got what I need.
She didn't use a tracer.
She doesn't want to be found.
Even by us.
But I'll find her.
She owes me an explanation.
It's really not her fault.
So, let me guess.
Foster care?
Juvie?
Where'd they find you?
We were chosen because we have no one.
That's not true.
So, what, she recruited you off the debate team?
She ask your mom's permission?
(sniffles)
(Agent 525 sighs)
What are you gonna do if you find her?
I'm gonna put a bullet in between her eyes, and then,
I'm gonna live my life like a person for the first time ever.
You should do the same.
Oh.
Did you draw all these dicks?
People grieve in their own way.
(clears throat)
You like teaching here?
Not really.
My girlfriend's a PhD candidate‐‐ anthropology.
She loves teaching.
Teaching is exhausting, unfulfilling,
and requires being around young people,
which is not something I particularly enjoy.
I teach because I don't want to work for the government
or some evil pharmaceutical monolith,
and I've got bills.
‐Or I did. ‐Sure, yeah.
Everyone, uh... everyone has a job.
‐What's your job? ‐I'm also a teacher.
‐Oh. ‐Yeah.
Magic.
It's, like, card tricks, escape artistry, sleight of hand.
What?
Does she always run off on secret missions
‐without telling you where she's going? ‐(scoffs)
What, 355? Yeah.
That's kind of her thing.
355?
(scoffs) What is that?
You're supposed to call her that?
I have asked these questions, and yes, pretty much, yeah.
I'm supposed to call her that.
Uh, so, what's in San Francisco?
The lab.
‐Right. ‐The only lab that has what I need
‐to do the work properly. ‐Right, right. The lab.
That's right.
It just sounds like there's more to it than that,
but... (inhales sharply)
‐What do I know? ‐There is highly technical,
highly secret research in that lab.
The kind of research that only two people
‐in the entire world know about. ‐Two people. Right.
You and your secret San Francisco boyfriend?
I'm gay.
‐Oh. ‐But I need this software
and years of data and samples‐‐
15 years' worth‐‐
before you're too old to be reproductively interesting.
"Reproductively interesting"? Wow.
Okay. Uh... (chuckles)
Y‐Yeah, I thought... Can't men... Men can, uh...
Sure, men can reproduce well past 40, but...
should they?
After 40, the caliber of your genetic material
is seriously downgraded if not entirely impaired.
Yeah, I'm 27.
You look older.
Okay. Well, it's kind of been
a bit of a stressful few months,
but thank you for pointing that out, Doctor.
Is there anything else to drink?
There's... chardonnay.
♪ ♪
(exhales heavily)
(breathing deeply)
Ma'am?
Are you okay?
(breathing heavily)
They said they'd call
when they got to Boston. Why haven't they called?
They have identified the remains
of the two pilots from the crash.
General Reed confirmed a few minutes ago.
Nothing about Yorick.
(gasping)
Do you think...
I mean,
could she have killed those pilots?
No.
No, it‐it was a horrible accident.
I mean, she said she'd take care of them.
Did she think I wanted...
She works for me.
Ma'am, this isn't your fault.
‐It was an accident. ‐Pull everything we have
on the Culper Ring. Whatever we can find.
She brought back hard drives from her field office.
I want... I want them decrypted.
Okay. I can enlist some of our tech people.
Maybe a CIA analyst.
But what do we
tell them it's about?
(exhales) I'll worry about the cover story.
You just do it.
I need to find out who the fuck my son is with.
‐Are you okay? You seem... ‐I'm fine.
I'm fine. I'm fine, ma'am.
Just tired.
Let's not be late.
♪ ♪
We're so glad you're home.
(footsteps echoing)
You must be exhausted,
but everyone is so happy that you're home.
I'm‐I'm just down the hall if you need anything.
I'm sorry about your, uh, father.
He was a good man.
Thank you.
None of this turned out the way he would have wanted it.
Regina, I know
we haven't always seen eye to eye.
When you were on The View,
you called me strident.
None of that matters now.
This place is a Rachel Maddow fever dream.
(laughs)
We have to stick together.
How do I get my hands on some decent hair dye?
I came out of that coma
‐looking like the Crypt Keeper. ‐(chuckles)
Some of the women in the basement
have the drugstore box stuff. I...
‐I could ask them. ‐I haven't dyed my own hair
since I was a teenager.
It's actually not that hard.
I'm happy to help.
Your father won in a landslide,
and we still ended up with socialists in charge.
Except you're here now.
People are gonna have to pick sides.
Rest up.
You have friends here.
(footsteps approaching)
Oh, sorry.
I can come back.
Oh, no, it's‐it's fine.
It was... It was good to talk to you.
Thanks for stopping by.
I look forward
to more time together.
Me, too.
Madam Secretary.
Madam President.
Suddenly so many Madams.
‐That is true. ‐Madam this. Madam that.
In here, there, everywhere. Madams.
Now more than ever, I‐I guess.
I wanted to speak with you.
Oh, I'm sure you do.
You've got the run of the place.
Imagine you're not...
keen to give it up.
We're all working together. All hands on deck.
Oh, as long as you're in charge.
Is there anything to eat around here?
I could eat just about anything
as long as it isn't hummus.
(chuckles softly) I'll see what I can do.
Thanks.
YORICK: Okay, can you...
Can you explain it to me just one more time?
They're deficient
in an enzyme called 5‐alpha reductase.
‐Okay. ‐It's the one that converts testosterone
‐into dihydrotestosterone. ‐To dihydrotestosterone.
‐That's... Okay. Okay. ‐Completely commonplace
in a remote area of the Dominican Republic.
Babies are born, assigned female,
only to discover male sex organs that descend in puberty.
Oh. And then...
there's androgen insensitivity syndrome.
One in 20,000 genetically XY births are resistant
to androgens, the male hormones,
and so babies are born with internal testes
but typically female external traits.
Millions of women dropped dead that day,
some of whom had no idea they even had a Y chromosome.
Can I ask you a question?
‐No, thanks. ‐(chuckles softly)
Why this place?
Your apartment seemed nice enough.
I didn't have enough Jim Crow‐era stained glass
at my place.
(scoffs)
Okay.
It's just, um...
I saw the crib
‐in your, uh... ‐And you made assumptions.
I don't have a kid.
‐Ok‐Okay. ‐(exhales)
Just, you have a crib, though.
Men love to ask women about children,
‐don't they? ‐Didn't you just say
‐that there's no such thing as men and women? ‐Yeah,
I didn't say there's no such thing.
I said there's infinite variations.
And the idea that I'll be working
to bring back men is reductive
‐and ridiculous and beyond stupid. ‐Okay. Okay, I'm sorry.
Look, I was just asking because you seem sad.
I seem sad?
(scoffs)
Look around you.
You understand how fucked we are, right?
Yeah.
If I can figure out why you survived‐‐
and that's a big if‐‐
and I can somehow figure out a way to replicate it
or replicate you‐‐ and again, that's an even bigger if‐‐
none of that even begins to scratch the surface
of what we have lost.
Which is not, and I cannot emphasize this enough...
...men.
Not everyone with a Y chromosome is a man.
We lost so many people that day.
So many brilliant women.
(chuckles): And biodiversity.
(sniffles)
Because...
it's not just us.
It's monkeys.
Giraffes.
Tigers.
(sniffles, exhales)
Dogs.
Lemurs.
(chuckles) Koalas.
Coyotes.
(Yorick grunts)
I don't envy you.
You won't have much of a life from now on, will you?
Hey.
‐We got to go. ‐Did you talk to my mom?
ALLISON: Your mom?
Oh, yeah, my mom is Jennifer Brown, by the way.
‐You should probably know that. ‐(Allison groans)
ALLISON: Wait a sec. Wait.
I spoke with her.
We're authorized to continue on to San Francisco.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait, wait. Wait, what?
That's it? That's all she said?
She said hi, too.
ALLISON: Hey, listen,
‐what I said... ‐Sh‐She's less vanilla
once you get to know her.
‐Uh... ‐They're using tear gas
every 30 minutes, so we'll move out
after the next round.
Gear up.
YORICK: Um...
‐AGENT 355: Hey. ‐Yeah?
What's wrong with her?
Oh, she's drunk.
Oh, my God.
Hey, hey, what happened?
Okay.
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