Previously on Y: The Last Man...
(woman screams)
You need me. You just don't know it yet.
What the fuck are you talking about?
NORA: But there aren't any trucks coming.
Sooner or later, the food will run out.
‐What happens then? ‐I did not mean to...
You killed him.
KIMBERLY: What was the description?
REGINA: Six feet tall with a monkey
on his shoulder.
KIMBERLY: Yorick Brown!
MARLA: You made me think I was crazy.
(screaming)
‐I can't believe you're the president. ‐(sighs)
CHRISTINE: Secret Service is at a quarter capacity.
We had to barricade the subway entrance.
Did somebody get in?
No.
I'm gonna live my life.
You should do the same.
(gasps)
(gun chamber clicks)
You need a doctor.
Don't trust anybody.
Thanks for letting us stay.
(panting)
FRAN: You like it here?
525: You still think we chose you 'cause you're special?
Our secret.
(high‐pitched tone)
(panting)
♪ Go, go, go, shawty, it's your birthday ♪
♪ We gonna party like it's your birthday ♪
♪ And we gonna sip Bacardi like it's your birthday ♪
♪ And you know we don't give a ... it's not your birthday... ♪
ALLISON: Every Saturday?
Well, people drop in and out.
Still... exhausting.
SONIA: Yeah, well, we're making up
for all the parties we missed: weddings, birthdays.
Turned 22 my first week inside.
Didn't tell anyone.
♪ I'm into havin' sex ♪
♪ I ain't into makin' love... ♪
The doc said take it easy.
The doc got 20 years for dealing fentanyl.
Doesn't mean she can't treat a head injury.
I told you not to go anywhere.
Oh, come on. This place is way safer
than anywhere else we've been.
Look, people here took pleas.
You know, a lot of them are probably innocent.
Just over‐prosecution, systemic racism.
Why are you whispering?
'Cause I don't want to be insensitive.
‐You whispered "racism." ‐No, look.
All I meant was that...
is that women usually kill their abusers or whatever.
Right?
No, Okay, yes, I know, women are people, and people are awful,
but I'm just saying, statistically...
‐Oh, statistics. ‐No, statistically,
you are, like, less likely to start shit, so...
What? It's fine. This place is fine. That's my point.
Believe me, I started shit. Most of us did.
(Allison scoffs)
You're not the first guy to try to teach me about prison.
(Yorick laughs)
‐♪ A scrub is a guy that thinks he's fly ♪ ‐(cheering)
♪ And is also known as a busta ♪
♪ Always talkin' 'bout what he wants... ♪
Do you want to dance?
‐No. ‐Oh, come on.
Come on. I dare you.
‐I don't care. ‐Oh, yeah, you do, though.
Just a little bit? Come on, this is happening.
‐Yorick... no. ‐Don't think too hard. Just...
Come on. Oh, I get it.
You can't dance?
Can you?
‐I can dance. ‐Well, seems like you can't.
‐♪ Trying to holla at me... ♪ ‐What was that?
All right, don't hurt yourself. Move over, there.
♪ That can't get no love from me ♪
♪ Hangin' out the passenger side... ♪
Oh, my God. (laughs)
YORICK: Oh, my God. Is this our song?
AGENT 355: We don't have a song.
YORICK: Oh, please, let this be our song.
‐AGENT 355: No, it's not our song. ‐(chittering)
♪ 'Cause I'm lookin' like class and he's lookin' like trash ♪
♪ Can't get wit' a deadbeat ass, so... ♪
Ooh.
‐Daddy's gonna... ‐Ooh, shit.
Hot.
(Agent 355 laughs)
You're so desperate to get laid, other people might be, too.
Make some money.
Joke! (scoffs)
♪ Hangin' out the passenger side ♪
♪ Of his best friend's ride ♪
♪ Trying to holla at me ♪
♪ No, I don't want no scrub ♪
♪ A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me ♪
♪ Hangin' out the passenger side ♪
♪ Of his best friend's ride ♪
♪ Trying to holla at me... ♪
What's your deal?
My deal?
Are you into him, too?
(laughs)
‐APRIL: Say that again, bitch! ‐WOMAN: Yeah, yeah, no.
Fuck your music. You don't know what you're talking about!
You can just say "hi," you know.
It's, uh, Allison, right?
Dominique.
I'm not a "hi" person.
I can tell.
Shut the fuck up!
(footsteps approaching)
What's this?
Vibrator?
(Sonia laughs)
(scoffs) I give up.
I found it in your van... with your stuff.
Oh. It's not mine.
So, if I showed it to Yorick, he wouldn't care?
What about Allison?
Can I get in there?
Is‐is that me? Am I the sandwich?
‐You don't intimidate me. ‐Hmm?
‐Yeah, we're the same. ‐(chuckles)
I've done terrible things, too.
Come on! What is it?
It's a detonator? Some kind of tracking device?
Okay. Well, whatever it is, tell him.
He trusts you for some reason. Don't fuck that up.
You know, say what you want about me,
but at least I can admit I actually like him.
(door opens)
YORICK: Hey.
Uh...
Janis told me one per household.
This is it, until next Saturday.
‐Yeah. ‐Yeah?
Okay, but just don't tell Allison,
'cause she's been on me about my sperm count. Okay?
(door opens, closes)
(children chattering)
(laughing)
FRAN: Might be too advanced for you.
It's not.
Prove it.
(sighs)
♪ ♪
MAN: Hey, it's me. I came to the gate. We're boarding.
(loud, overlapping male chatter)
MAN 2: So I saved your phone number.
‐We got to hammer out this deal... ‐(overlapping chatter)
‐MAN 3: Hey, Dad. It's me again. ‐MAN 4: I like your order.
GRANDFATHER: I'm thinking about you, sweetheart.
You know, I hope I sent the birthday card
to the right address. I wouldn't bet on it,
but I'm thinking of you, right?
‐(beep) ‐MAN 5: Hey, it's me.
Just calling to say "Hi."
MAN 6: Uh, call me back, and I'm Blair's nephew. Thank you.
MAN 7: Call back...
MAN 8: Yeah, give us a call.
(indistinct, overlapping male voices)
MAN 9: Dad drove like a bat out of hell.
Guess we were on the ground, for...
MAN 10: Give us a call tonight when we're home. Uh...
MAN 11: Hey, Jane. It's Michael. Um, I was just here.
‐MAN 12: Please pick up. ‐MAN 13: Give me a call back.
‐(overlapping chatter) ‐MAN 14: Too, uh...
‐too early in the morning? ‐MAN 15: Thanks. I miss you.
‐Bye. Love you, too. ‐(overlapping chatter)
MAN 16: Wanted to talk to you about something.
MAN 17: Um, also, they're...
(indistinct female chatter)
WOMAN: Yeah, of course.
(indistinct chatter)
80 days.
He'd walk around the block, and he'd be wheezing.
We couldn't go anywhere, do anything.
Then the week was over, and I left.
Hey, there's ten inside, all unarmed.
Now's the time.
We're too similar.
A few days later, it happened.
He was alone, I was watching TV.
I should have been there.
I should have been with him.
‐(horse neighing) ‐Hey.
Three women with guns.
Two up front, one by the food.
Nora was right. We can take them.
Tell the girls, food first.
Take as much as they can carry.
Fucking grocery shopping, Nora, that's all that is.
You inspired by groceries?
We'll eat tonight. That's good enough.
‐(horse sputters) ‐All right, girls.
This is what we've been training for.
These women built a shrine to men.
They are mourning a world that hurt us.
That has consequences, and we are those consequences.
We will take everything they have: their tents, their food.
It is the only way that they will learn.
Nora, where's your weapon?
I'll watch the kids.
Mack'll watch the kids.
Come on.
(horse sputters)
You ride with Nicky.
All right, let's go have some fun.
(horses neighing)
(women shouting)
CYNTHIA: Plain as day, I saw it.
We have proof. Come see.
‐(loud hoofbeats) ‐(women shouting)
(women shouting and screaming)
Daughters of the Amazons, take what's yours!
(cheering, whooping)
Get out of the way!
(distant shouting)
(horse neighing)
(laughs)
(grunts)
(distant shouting)
No, no, no, no! Wait a minute!
No, no, no! Stop this! Please!
Wait, wait, wait, wait!
No. No, no, no, no! That's...
Stop that!
(indistinct shouting)
Don't! Laura!
Don't touch the fucking Corn Pops!
WOMAN: Get it! Get it! Get it!
My name is Athena.
WOMAN 2: Get out of our way!
MAN: Red or green? Your list just says "peppers."
‐They got yellow and orange. ‐(loud thudding)
Hi. It's Bennett. How are you?
It's 3:30 your time...
(whoops)
‐MAN 2: Hey. ‐BENNETT: Uh, you went before?
‐Um... ‐(overlapping chatter)
(chatter in slow motion)
I used to caddy. Summer job.
(distorted voice)
‐I actually had... ‐(electrical squeal)
...a pretty good...
swing!
Great pick. Ten out of ten.
Girls fucking nailed it!
You got some water?
(panting)
I'm thirsty, Nora. That's how people get heatstroke.
We could've traded that. All of this had value.
You got the girls all riled up. Now we have nothing!
A week ago, we were starving. Now look at us.
I walk around here, I see a lot of happy girls.
Fuck this stuff. No one else is worried.
Of course not. I'm surrounded by children!
MACK: Your tent's ready.
Wow! Already?
Superstar.
(laughs) Good job, Mack!
Take me to my lair. (laughs)
Come here.
I like that jump. Nice.
PEGGY: The Secret Service is doing a training exercise.
Her detail is off site until tomorrow.
This is our window.
I've reassigned the agents closest to her.
We're rotating in some new recruits.
They don't know her. They'll follow their CO's lead.
REGINA: Second thoughts, General?
Now's the time.
No, ma'am.
I know I'm not a traditional choice.
You seem like someone who values tradition and continuity.
Two of my pilots are dead.
Murdered on the orders of a sitting president.
She's lost the right to lead.
Mm. What about you? Second thoughts?
Madam Secretary.
Oh, Madam President.
At least, it will be in about 30 minutes.
‐(door opens, closes) ‐REGINA: What do you need?
A Valium?
These women don't trust me.
You have to reassure them.
You picked me.
They can, too.
Jesus, Kim.
Get your shit together.
I need you.
(door opens)
(door closes)
BETH: She was still there.
Alone.
Doctors were long gone. No food, no water.
You know what Jennifer said when I told her?
"I wish I could've made a call."
A call.
She's not a bad person.
These are just the rules she's learned to live by.
This system has always been broken,
but they will hold onto it as long as they can.
It is all they know.
So we have to tear that place down.
Let the grass grow.
You've known Jennifer Brown a lot longer than you've known us.
Yeah. And if you hadn't met me,
you'd still be watching at that fucking gate.
KAI: It's ready.
(rapid ticking)
I would kill for anything fresh.
Those sad tomatoes, gray ones?
(Jennifer chuckles)
It's not fresh, but...
I had Abby grab them from the kitchen for you.
‐I know you like 'em. ‐(laughs)
Ma'am, the...
They are just oranges.
What?
Um...
What is it? What's wrong?
I m‐made a mistake.
Uh...
I was on the pill.
I couldn't have missed more than a day, two at most,
and then so many women miscarried, so I thought...
You're pregnant?
(voice breaking): I'm so sorry.
‐No. ‐I was selfish and reckless.
‐I didn't mean it like that. No. ‐It was an enormous error
‐in judgment... ‐No sorrys. No sorrys.
How are you feeling?
(laughs, sniffles)
Well, I always wanted to have kids...
someday.
But it's not like...
I wasn't in love.
But this could be my only chance, and
what kind of a world would...?
Nobody knows what they're doing, okay?
I was terrified when I was pregnant with Hero,
afraid I'd fuck it up, and, I mean,
even at our worst,
she was the best decision I've ever made.
‐(knocking) ‐Ma'am, I...
‐Just a minute. ‐(door opens)
I said just a moment!
Ma'am, they need you in the war room.
Where's Abby?
And who are you?
KIMBERLY: You were in the woods.
He was ten feet away. Is that him?
Yorick Brown, no question.
Hmm.
‐She's been coached. ‐If we were making this up,
it'd be a hell of a lot more believable.
Jennifer heard the captain's story and had her reassigned.
It's a staggering abuse of power.
(door opens)
What's all this?
LISA: They're saying your son is alive.
Burgin found him in New York.
Tell them to stand down.
KIMBERLY: You're unbelievable.
My mother was fragile, grieving.
Kim, I know you're suffering, but...
You killed my mother,
made her feel crazy.
Might as well have pushed her off the roof yourself.
She's been lying to all of you.
She's still lying to you.
This sisterhood you think you're building‐‐ it's bullshit.
Is it true?
Lisa, this is a woman who has concerns about fluoride.
She's not a serious person.
Is that supposed to hurt my feelings?
She's been keeping you all in the dark.
All of you. Everyone except for you,
Christine.
‐What? ‐I am saying this as someone
who cares about you. You need to come clean.
I don't know what you're talking about.
There are two eyewitnesses.
She used you to cover her tracks.
The order to have the captain reassigned came through you.
‐Enough. ‐Let‐let her finish.
KIMBERLY: Listen to me. Jennifer Brown won't suffer that much,
but you‐‐ you're nobody.
No one is going to protect you.
Those people out there at the gate?
When they find out that you knew about this?
They're going to rip you limb from limb.
‐I don't... ‐I'm just looking out for you.
‐Somebody has to. ‐Leave her out of this.
She didn't know.
‐No, ma'am... ‐It's okay.
‐I thought he was dead. ‐WOMAN: Oh, God.
‐Oh, my God, Jennifer. Like... ‐He was found in New York
in the evacuation. I have no idea how he survived.
‐You can't be serious? ‐He was in this building?
There is a geneticist at Harvard.
Agent Burgin is bringing Yorick to her
‐so we can learn how, why he... ‐REGINA: Harvard?
They were in Central Pennsylvania.
Where were they going?
That's classified.
Oh, classified? Or you don't fucking know?
I did what I thought was best, for all of us.
‐If anyone found out that you... ‐AISHA: That's not a good way
for a president to start a sentence.
Presidents make tough decisions.
The best thing to do was keep the circle closed.
It's not much of a circle if it's just you.
KIMBERLY: You took our only chance
at bringing the world back,
and you hid him away.
‐I had no choice. ‐He could have been killed,
‐taken by foreign powers... ‐We're already a target!
‐The selfishness! ‐I did what I did
to protect you, all of you.
KIMBERLY: The future of the human race
depends on his survival,
and you sent him out there with one person?
You weren't thinking about any of us.
You wanted him all to yourself.
‐He's my son. ‐My sons are dead!
Two American helicopter pilots were murdered on your orders.
‐That's not true. ‐You wanted no one to know.
You said it yourself: "Keep the circle closed."
I would never. That was a horrifying accident.
Either Burgin is taking orders from you, or she's gone rogue.
Either way, you've lost control.
REGINA: You'll be placed in protective custody,
and we will figure out a transition.
‐RACHEL: Isn't that premature? ‐(indistinct chatter)
This is not a discussion.
She has to go.
MIRANDA: She's right, Jennifer.
They're already screaming "conspiracy."
Can you imagine, with this?
PRIYA: We get out ahead of it,
or we all seem guilty.
(rapid ticking)
Shh! Do you hear that?
(rapid ticking)
‐Run! ‐(dings)
Secretary Oliver will serve out the rest of Jennifer's term.
No! We'll choose an acting president, one of us.
She'll serve until we can hold an election.
There was an election. Ted Campbell won, he picked me.
‐Campbell doesn't get a say. ‐The voters do.
(loud knocking)
(murmuring)
(door opens)
(quietly): There's been an explosion.
What's happening?
I need you all to come with me.
There's been an explosion underground.
‐What? Where? ‐What exactly
are we talking about? An accident? Attack?
‐We have to get somewhere safe. ‐Come on. Come on.
‐This way. Let's go. ‐The emergency command center,
C‐ring. It's secure, blast‐proof.
We'll figure out what's going on and go from there.
So you can lock us in? Force our hand?
PEGGY: I'll be first one in, and the last one out.
We can't stay here. Let's go please. Fast. Let's go!
Move, move, move!
(coughing)
‐(coughing) ‐(indistinct, quiet chatter)
‐Come on! ‐JOY: Fighting at the gate!
People heard the bomb. They're pulling down a piece of fence.
‐It's really happening. ‐SOLDIER: We need support.
They're sending companies to secure
the perimeter, sweep the roof.
‐They're scrambling. ‐JOY: Second bomb is
by the generators, ready to go.
‐Patrols? ‐JOY: Just the one.
You were right‐‐ they're spread thin.
Start sending people through here. Get as many
in here as possible. We need cover.
‐VIPs headed to C‐ring. ‐(people coughing)
Come on. Move, move!
Eyes up.
You're the only one of us that's been inside.
You good?
Good. Come on.
PEGGY: Protesters breached the gate.
‐Where are they now? ‐Did you send them?
Of course not. This wasn't us.
LISA: Okay. Crowd control. What is the plan?
PEGGY: Water cannons, tear gas.
Live ammunition only if we have to.
What if they're already inside? We need to evacuate.
MIRANDA: We'll handle this, Jennifer.
What kind of breach are we talking about?
How many people? 50?
‐500? ‐REGINA: What if we don't clear the building?
‐I mean, at least not yet. ‐These people are angry.
‐They hate us! ‐REGINA: They hate Jennifer Brown.
I mean, give me a chance to talk to them.
Regina! Peggy, clear the building.
Oh, all due respect, hon, you don't even have a title.
Hey, I'm trying to convince these people
‐you're a steady hand. ‐(explosion)
(screaming)
PEGGY: Stay calm!
Follow me.
(indistinct chatter)
‐Stop! Drop your weapons! ‐(screaming)
‐Guns... down! ‐(gasping, whimpering)
Guns down.
Put the guns down!
‐Stand down. ‐(soft whimpering)
Stand down.
Put your hands out in front of you!
Hands out!
Go.
(woman whimpering)
(zip ties squeaking)
Don't.
DENISE: Everyone in a uniform, follow me.
‐No, no, no, you‐you can't. You can't! ‐Let's go. Move.
‐PEGGY: We'll be okay. ‐Move!
‐Move! Move. ‐Move! ‐Yeah. Go.
‐(indistinct shout) ‐Let's go! Move!
‐Hurry up! ‐Go.
‐Move! Come on! ‐You're okay. You're okay.
Move, move, move!
‐Move! Move. ‐Move!
‐(laughter) ‐HALEY: Once I saw Roxanne, I forgot to be scared.
Well, that's fun for you, 'cause I was fucking nervous.
‐(laughter) ‐Hero wasn't.
(Hero laughs)
‐No, I was. ‐Hmm?
I saw you: fearless.
Makes sense.
Your boyfriend. Hmm?
You killed him, right?
‐KELSEY: Yeah. ‐Yeah.
He made you do it.
Goaded you into it. It was his fault, not yours.
‐(scoffs) Yeah. ‐Yeah.
Come on, let's go.
‐Thank you. ‐(grunts)
(indistinct, distant chatter)
(laughter)
I can't believe you did this.
I can't stop thinking about it.
‐Really? ‐Yeah. Stop it.
‐(laughs) ‐Yeah, that sucks. I saw what you did.
I used to get so angry... over nothing.
Robbie... (laughs)
Robbie would call to check the grocery list.
Uh, "Peppers‐‐ red or green?" I don't fucking care.
Make a choice, like I did, when I wrote
"peppers" in the first place!
I did exactly what I was supposed to do.
I had the husband, the kids,
the house, the job.
Wasn't enough.
I wanted to be better.
Different.
But I am who I am.
I'm angry.
It's what kept me alive.
I would've died without it.
Mack and I never would've made it.
Next time,
don't tell Roxanne your secrets.
She's not worthy of them.
AISHA: If we pull the sprinklers,
‐then we can... ‐No, we rerouted them weeks ago.
Couldn't spare the water.
This must've taken months. Surveillance, planning.
‐MIRANDA: Someone on the inside? ‐LISA: Maybe.
‐Is‐is that...? ‐Yeah. Shh, shh.
How did they even get in here?
Regina got General Reed on her side.
I mean, the fucking U. S. Army?
They made us vulnerable.
You can't tell them about Yorick.
What if Regina...?
It's her word against ours.
You should have told us.
‐Would you have? ‐MALIKA: Hey,
‐destroy records, comms. ‐KAI: This is fucking huge.
Destroy records, comms. Go, now!
Army wants proof of life, or they'll start using live rounds.
‐She's right there. Put her on. ‐They're asking for
Regina Oliver. They say she's the president.
‐What? Call them back. ‐I know, it's crazy.
Find out what the fuck is going on. Don't agree to anything.
BETH: Regina Oliver?
Where the fuck are the soldiers?
KIMBERLY: They can't just come in here shooting.
We'll lose the whole government.
Oh, God.
(indistinct chatter)
Talk.
This is Kimberly Campbell?
SOLDIER: Ma'am, is the president with you? Is she safe?
We're in the war room. They have guns. We're in the war room.
(screaming, gasping, whimpering)
‐(gasping) ‐Jennifer Brown or Regina Oliver.
Who is it? Who is the president?!
Answer her. Who's in charge?
Me, me. Me.
Food, medicine, weapon reserves.
We want locations, access.
Okay, we can talk, after you let them go.
You don't need all of us. I'm enough.
Stockpiles‐‐ where are they?
‐(loud thudding on door) ‐What was that?
There are a thousand military personnel in this building,
being very careful right now,
but they're gonna get in this room.
One way or another.
I can help you.
Any offer she makes you is worthless.
Jennifer Brown doesn't speak for anyone.
Not anymore.
I'm the president.
‐Regina, sit down! ‐I'll negotiate.
‐I am your best and only bet. ‐PRIYA: What?
LISA: Where are the stockpiles? Where are the weapons silos?
Can you tell her any fucking thing?
Let the adults do their jobs!
You always were a liberal fucking snake.
‐Go to hell! ‐(loud, overlapping chatter)
‐(gunshot) ‐Quiet! ‐(soft shrieking)
Quiet for one fucking second!
(soft whimpering)
We have to move.
She told them where we are.
They could be down here any second.
Okay, we can't move 20 people.
We'd need a goddamn school bus.
Small groups, then.
We can hide in B‐ring. We can't stay here.
(gasps)
Okay. Get everybody and move. Go.
‐You. You three, get up. ‐You, up. Move!
Well, I can talk about this.
‐Shut up. Move! ‐Get over here!
‐Okay, we're going. We're going. ‐Let's go.
‐Stay calm. ‐Come on. Come on.
‐Where are you taking them? ‐Come on. Go. Move it.
WOMAN (over bullhorn): Disperse immediately.
Clear the building, or you will be shot on sight.
Leave the building immediately.
‐WOMAN: Let us in! ‐Where are you taking us?
Let's‐let's talk. I can help you.
I‐I am on your side. What, you'd rather deal with her?
The shit she's done‐‐ you wouldn't believe the half of it.
‐KIMBERLY: Regina! ‐She met with Ted Campbell
the night before the men died. Maybe she knew what was coming.
Maybe they all did.
‐The Washington elite. ‐MALIKA: Shut up!
‐What are you doing? ‐These people are all guilty.
I'm the one you should be dealing with.
Stop! Shut up! Enough bullshit!
Jennifer's son is alive!
She killed two soldiers to keep it quiet.
(screaming)
Oh, my...
(panting)
BETH: What are...
WOMAN: God!
(woman whimpering)
(retching, gasping)
(loud, wheezy panting)
BETH: What did you...
Bring the body outside.
Tell them she's next if they don't back off!
They'll be here any minute. What are you waiting for? Go!
‐Malika... ‐Okay, we need to buy time.
You just... I mean, you...
What did you think would happen?
We walk in here, no one gets hurt?
This is the fucking Pentagon!
‐You said no one would get... ‐There is no
government without these people!
It is that simple.
You want to start over?
You want real change?
This is it.
She's next. Tell them!
(Christine panting)
SONIA: Yorick?
Sorry. What?
SONIA: Your hands are disgusting.
Yeah, it's the apocalypse.
Oh, no. What? What is this?
You're in the hands...
of a licensed cosmetologist.
Ah, well, that is reassuring.
(chuckles)
They kept trying to put me on license plates,
but I'd fuck up so they'd send me back to the salon.
We had this one type of lotion. It was called "Freshscent."
‐It smelled like fucking floor wax. ‐Uh‐huh.
This...
is coconut.
‐(laughs) ‐It's... it's...
(laughing): It smells like sunscreen.
(laughs) Well, I have, uh, lavender upstairs, or...
‐orange blossom. ‐Um...
Yeah.
So this all belonged to someone, right?
Like, somebody lived here?
(sighs)
Um, hey, I'm sure that you guys did what you had to do...
You're sure? How?
Uh, you can't... you can't just ask people shit like that.
(Sonia sighs)
All right, um,
the guards were men... mostly.
We were in the yard when it happened.
At first, the women thought we did it,
but then, they were outnumbered,
scared, so they locked us in.
Left us.
It was days.
Jesus.
So, once we broke out, they were waiting
for us with guns.
They were so scared, they forgot that we were people.
Us or them.
I'm sorry.
‐Maybe it won't last. ‐I‐I mean,
‐crazier things have happened, right? ‐Mm.
I mean, half the world died.
That was pretty weird.
(both laugh softly)
Maybe you're right. Who knows?
Maybe we'll get lucky.
ALLISON: You're tall.
That one‐‐ "Carla Summer."
(Agent 355 groans)
Is that from the crash?
No.
Some of my, uh, research is... controversial.
And sometimes, I'm the only willing participant.
You did that to yourself?
Uh‐huh.
(laughs) What's wrong with your clothes?
Oh, they smell like road sweat.
‐That shit doesn't wash out. ‐Hmm.
I'm going back to check on Dominique.
Seriously?
Tall? Grumpy?
Not as grumpy as you.
She sounds great.
‐Mm. She hates us. ‐Mm.
Thought I'd put in some face time,
assess the threat level.
(soft chuckle)
Well, you need backup?
You'd scare her off.
Also, there's an outside chance I'll get laid.
No, no, no, no, don't do that.
I fuck who I want, okay?
‐Well, I didn't say... ‐No, it was right there.
You think you're a good liar, but you're not.
It wouldn't kill you to be less judgmental.
‐She was a getaway driver. ‐(laughs airily)
It's not like she killed anyone.
What's up with you?
(Agent 355 laughs airily)
That one.
Mm.
‐You like? ‐Mm.
‐Great. ‐Huh? Ah.
FRAN: Pull yourself together.
They are watching us.
(sobbing) Shit.
(crying)
(whimpering)
(Agent 355 panting)
You...
did everything you were supposed to do.
(laughing): You...
were brilliant!
Most never make it past screening, let alone training.
The ones that do are exceptional.
None of them comes close to you.
You are better than this!
(exhales, inhales)
They tell you,
"Work hard, follow the rules,
you can make something of yourself."
That's not how it works.
You never had a real chance.
It is important
to see the world as it is.
This is your leg up in a world
that isn't built for you.
You earned your place here.
♪ ♪
(birds singing)
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WOMAN: Disperse immediately.
Clear the building, or you'll be shot...
‐BETH: Release her. Goodwill gesture. ‐(screaming)
If we have to run, we can't take them all with us.
(indistinct, distant shouting)
‐Malika! ‐WOMAN: We need backup.
(hissing)
‐Shit! ‐It's tear gas!
‐Tear gas! ‐Oh, no!
WOMAN: Fall back! Fall back!
‐(coughing) ‐We got to move. They're coming.
‐Who? ‐Army, everyone. I don't fucking know.
‐(gunfire) ‐(screaming) ‐(indistinct shouting)
Move!
Move! Move! Move! Move! Let's go! Move!
(gunfire, screaming)
WOMAN: Hold your fire! Hold your fire!
‐(gasping) ‐WOMAN 2: Hold your fire. Stand down.
‐(gunfire) ‐WOMAN 3: Hold your fire. Stand down!
(loud thudding)
Okay.
(banging on door continues)
Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
‐Get on the ground now! ‐We're with the president!
‐(rapid machine gun fire) ‐(women screaming)
WOMAN: Hold your fire!
‐(gun chamber clicks) ‐On your knees! Weapons down!
‐(gun chamber clicks) ‐Get on the ground!
Hands behind your back! Drop your weapon!
No sudden movements. Get down on the ground!
‐This is one of ours. ‐(gunfire) ‐(gasps)
Friendly fire. Stop! Stop!
Hold your fire. No visibility!
What do you want me to do? Give me an order!
(screaming)
‐(gasping) ‐Hold your fire!
‐JENNIFER: Christine! ‐In here.
(indistinct, distant chatter)
‐KIMBERLY (panting): This way. ‐CHRISTINE: Kim,
‐where are we going? ‐Come on.
KIMBERLY: Just keep going.
(spray paint hissing)
(can shaking)
(spray paint hissing)
(distant, indistinct shouting)
Kimberly.
Hey, Kim.
‐Holy shit! ‐Hey.
It is you.
‐Stop it! Don't! ‐You want to fuck with me?
‐(Christine yells) ‐(hissing)
‐(grunts) ‐Don't touch her.
(grunting)
(groans)
(panting)
Kim?
Kim.
‐Hey, hey, hey. ‐Kim. Kim. (crying)
I got you. It's gonna be okay.
‐We're gonna be okay. ‐(crying)
Okay. We're gonna be okay.
‐(groans) ‐I got you. Let's go.
CYNTHIA: Old guy traded it.
His name is in there, his address.
‐Good. That's a start. ‐A start for what?
We're gonna track down the men who survived.
Wipe 'em out. There's hundreds.
They've been spotted all over. This is proof.
Tha‐That's a waste of time.
Uh, we need a place to live, supplies.
Small ball, Nora. You think small.
None of this is real. I mean, what the fuck?
Know what your problem is, Nora?
Vision. Got no vision.
This isn't a game for me. Men ruined my life.
Every last one of them deserves to die.
As long as they're out there, world can't change.
‐I'm trying to help you. ‐No.
You're sad and you're scared,
and all you're looking for is a place to hide.
Go on and go.
We're not coming with you.
‐(yells) ‐Watch it!
Are you stupid or something?!
His face was on here. Goddamn it!
(panting)
I told you, I saw a man in a market near Boston.
I know what I fucking saw.
His bodyguard shot my sister in the leg, okay?
She can't walk. Hey, other people have seen him, too,
not just me! He's nearby.
A town with electricity.
Electricity? How?
Been there?
I've heard stories. It's not far.
I'm right on his heels.
(wind howling)
(laughter, indistinct chatter)
You're right.
We should do it.
The men. This one first.
Enough with the apologies, Nora.
No, you're right.
About me.
I am scared.
It's holding me back.
Why him?
He's nearby.
Town with food, electricity, everything we need.
At least that's the story. If it's true...
He wears a gas mask,
travels with a bodyguard.
People remember him.
He can't hide.
Not from us.
‐Hurry. ‐Go, go, go, go.
Sway me.
(panting) Here.
Put this on.
Yorick.
Tell me.
Yes.
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