So I just...
slide it and...
This is fucking delightful.
Otherwise engaged.
Gretchen.
Rude.
You said you wanted to be in on the next interview,
but I take it you're bowing out?
Uh, duh.
Maybe we should come back later.
No. Come on, Dean.
Nose-dive off the wagon with me.
Both of you, pull up a drink.
Let's toast to our demise.
Consider, if you will, the myriad ways in which
we have fucking blown this.
We've no idea what happened to the control group,
which means our research is a giant fail,
and we're totally fucking fucked.
This ship is sinking, sailors.
Rather than let it take us down,
shouldn't we just drown ourselves
the proper way,
from the inside out with tequila?
No, look, hey, take it easy.
- Take it easy. - Mm!
Piss off, Dan.
It was you, wasn't it?
What are you talking about?
I hear there's mutiny in the ranks.
I don't know how, I don't know who,
but it's real, and it fucking hurts.
Hey, okay, but look... Gretchen, look,
you're not defeated, okay?
We just... we hit a speed bump, that's all.
Look, why don't we just push this next meeting
and maybe just talk this out a little bit, huh?
Right, Dean?
Yeah, we could put our heads together
and re-strategize.
I want to be alone.
No.
I want you to leave.
Uh, look, Gretchen...
Just get the fuck out.
- Shit. - Yeah, I know.
Hey, hey, was that real?
All that talk of the end.
Should we be packing our bags now?
No, no, it's just safety valve behavior.
Yeah, just a little pressure release.
That's all it was.
Yeah, well, we'll remember.
Pulling that blanket over her head
and looking like E.T. in the bike basket.
E.T.
Nine o'clock still stands?
Uh, yeah. Yeah, why not?
I'll let the orderlies know to bring him in.
Can I just tell you that I really like this?
I wouldn't mind
if what we were doing right now
were just, like, my whole life.
You want us to be bedridden together?
No, you know what I mean.
Oh, like those grandparents in Willy Wonka.
Oh, my God.
You know, it was kind of a sexy poly situation
nobody even talked about, wasn't it?
Oh, my God, do you think anyone's fan fic'd about that?
Where are you going?
I just thought you were moving on
to, like, phone time.
Yeah, no, but I want you in on it.
Mm. Boudoir video sesh?
- Yay or nay? - Nay, I don't...
Oh, come on, the light right now is chef's kiss.
Stop. Just stop.
Turn it off.
You okay over there?
Yeah, yes. I think.
Wait, is this the normal way back?
Nah.
Thought we'd explore a little
since it's so damn beautiful out.
You know, I might actually miss the smell of this place.
Might even miss the quiet once we're home.
Wow.
Wow, what?
Just, I haven't heard that from anyone in a while.
That belief
that we might actually get back.
It's just a feeling, you know, like we're in good hands.
Are you sure you're okay?
Um...
You know, I used to think that I was, like,
deeply fatally boring.
So obviously, I would spend all my time fantasizing of ways
not to be wishing for something,
anything to make me feel alive
and different and interesting.
I don't know. I guess this is one of those
be-careful-what-you-wish-for stories,
because now there are two very interesting things about me
that are also fucking horrible.
I am stuck on this stupid island,
and I might... I might actually be...
Certifiably insane.
What did you just say?
I said, look, Leah.
Wow, this is amazing.
It's a fucking hot spring.
- Oh, my God. - What'd I tell you?
Good fucking hands.
- Whoo! - All right.
Yes!
Stop touching me and get to work.
I am.
You're the one that's messing around...
What'd I just say?
God, I thought you were meant to be,
like, a goal-oriented person.
You're a fucking slacker over here.
Hey, you cannot say that word.
That is slander, all right? And I will not hear it.
You know, for real though, have you ever in your life
just let yourself be a full-on lazy slob?
Okay, uh, this one time, I was home with mono,
and I got really into playing my brother's PlayStation.
Like, I straight up stopped showering
because all I wanted to do was play...
you ready for this... Mortal Kombat XL.
- Get the fuck out. - I know!
It just sucked me in with, like, the action
and the characters and the sound effects
that were all like, "Finish him."
You need to do that again.
Finish him. Finish him.
I'm gonna pee my pants.
You pee, I pee, right, Rose?
Finish him.
Are you drunk right now?
I don't know, maybe a little.
I just love you.
I love you.
Being vulnerable,
like, fully and truly opening yourself up...
It's, like, a very tricky business,
isn't it?
And maybe not, like, my... a personal forte?
Yeah, we're not asking
for an open book of the soul, by any means.
Just specific details about your experience out there.
You know, actually, I'm a little surprised
that you're being so reserved with us today.
From what I've heard, I guess I expected you
to be a little more verbose.
You thought you'd be getting a one-man show?
Yeah, yeah, honestly, I think we did.
You know, being who I am
in this body, in this skin,
I've been living in a survival situation
for a lot longer than 34 days.
Can't a bitch just be tired?
Wake up, Taylor.
Did you just smite me with an antacid?
Was trying to do you a favor, dude.
Look, if we crash right now, it'll be that much harder
to fall asleep tonight, when it's even colder.
I got you.
Yo, it was just hot as hell yesterday.
Where is this polar vortex shit coming from, man?
Well, the short answer to your question
is the south-southeast,
but the more accurate response
is that climate change is creating...
Fat fucking yawn, Damien.
New rule.
No one's allowed to say or do
anything boring right now
while we're trying to stay awake.
You know what? I got this.
I'll be the, what you call it,
the entertainment.
Girding the loins.
So, there's a bunch of super-hot nuns, right?
And they're all lined up trying to get into heaven,
but there's one more thing.
They gotta do confession one last time.
First nun walks up to Saint Peter, and he's like,
"Sister, have you ever touched a penis?"
And she's like, "Yeah, I touched a penis
with the tip of my finger once."
And he's like, "That's okay.
"Just dip your finger in the holy water
and zip on up to heaven."
Next nun walks up, and she's like,
"Pete, I actually massaged a shlong
with my whole hand."
And he's like, "All good.
"Just dip your whole hand in the holy water
and get up to the pearly gates."
But then suddenly there's, like, a jostling in the line,
and then this nun emerges. and she's like,
"Well, if I have to gargle that stuff,
I just want to do it
before Sister Mary Thomas puts her ass in it."
Okay, no, no, no.
That is categorically not funny.
Oh, but isn't it?
It's not particularly funny
to tell a sex joke
full of potentially triggering words
when someone's just...
When we're trying to create a safe space for everyone here.
Ah, that's bullshit.
He's fucking fine. He laughed.
Yeah, yeah.
I definitely laughed.
No brag, but I actually laughed the hardest.
Yeah.
Okay, I'm just saying, I think...
Yeah, but don't!
Don't say something for, like, once in your life.
I don't need anyone acting different
and I don't need a fucking safe space.
Yo, did it get even colder in here?
Fires out.
I'm on it.
Jay, where's the lighter?
I don't have it.
Bo, you've been organizing shit.
You seen it around?
We've been feeding the same fire
for the past couple of days. Haven't needed it.
The pariah has it.
Fucking asshole.
Hold on. How do we know that he has it?
- Fuck that motherfucker! - Wait.
What, Taylor?
You gonna tell me to chill?
You're honestly gonna tell me to stand down
when that's sicko fucko took what's ours?
Not even remotely.
Yeah, I guess the cold day in hell thing
is happening on, like, several levels here,
'cause right now we're on the same fucking page.
Hail Kirin!
I want to die.
I wish I could offer you a life-affirming onion ring,
but they're, like, freakishly soggy today.
Ivan.
God, it looks even hotter on your phone.
You know what? If this is what
retina display is serving, I need to upgrade.
Why did you post that?
I thought that was, like, a just-for-us thing.
Wait, you're, like, legitimately mad?
Not mad, just... I'm not, like,
a super public person like you.
It's embarrassing.
Embarrassing?
We look like an Italian Vogue spread.
Okay, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Can I very quickly say my piece?
Insta is, like, wall to wall with pics of white couples
doing white couple things,
and their PDAs outnumber ours, like, a zillion to one.
And I don't know, things like this...
It just needs to be out there, you know?
Becoming a normal thing,
making us safer, offering hope.
I mean, right now there's some scared little boy
hiding in his room, logging into his alt,
scrolling for something to make him feel okay
and this video of two unapologetic men of melanin
tangled up in the duvet that I refuse to cover
'cause it's too fucking hard to put on.
This video is exactly what he needs to find.
Okay.
Does this mean she's onboard?
I won't make you take it down,
but like next time, please ask me first.
You kill it, Kirin.
- What is this mess? - Oh, God.
Must be, like, re-enacting his greatest hits
from that video.
What video?
Just that lax team lip-sync that's going around.
Here.
♪ We crossed the line and it was on ♪
♪ We crossed the line it was on this time ♪
♪ I've been denying how I feel ♪
♪ You've been denying what you want ♪
♪ You want from me, talk to me baby ♪
♪ I want some satisfaction, take me to the stars ♪
♪ Just like ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah ♪
♪ I want to cut through the clouds ♪
♪ Break the ceiling ♪
♪ I want to dance on the roof you and me alone ♪
♪ I want to cut to the feeling...♪♪
The fucking running man.
It's 2019. We've moved on.
Speak for yourself.
♪ I want to play where you play ♪
♪ With the angels ♪
♪ I want to wake up with you ♪
♪ All entangled up ♪♪
Okay, we've been clowning the absolute fuck
out of this video, but we've also watched it,
like, 52 times, so...
Maybe we love it?
Oh, my God. RIP to my taste level.
You know what the headline is for me?
Like, of this whole spectacle.
What?
It's that this Coach Metzger person
is, like, actually a DILF. Look at his Insta.
You're not wrong.
Great jawline, boyish good looks.
Maybe the most fuckable adult on staff.
I am about to do a deep dive into these archives.
I want a peek at Metzger in his prime.
Oh, my God.
It's fucking over for that fuck.
What the hell are we doing?
Are we not gonna talk about this?
What's there to talk about, Rafe?
He violated one of us, then all of us.
It's zero tolerance from here on out.
Fine, but are we not gonna take two seconds
to figure out what we're gonna do?
No.
Where the fuck is it?
What? Where's what? Where's what?
The lighter, shitbag.
Yeah, did you think you were,
like, entitled to it or something?
See if it's around.
Don't... no... I didn't...
- Check his bag. - Got it.
Let me get up.
It's not in his bag.
Kirin, Jesus.
Just say where it is.
It's in my jeans.
It's right there. In my cuff.
Clever fucking hiding spot.
It's not a fucking hiding spot, man.
Kirin, come on, man. He's had enough.
Shut your fucking mouth.
All right, we got what we came for.
Look, I'm fucking sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Look, I just thought that Henry...
Henry. I thought that you'd be able
to make a fire without it.
We got it. Can we go now?
You guys, look. Huh, Kirin?
- Boosh! - Josh!
Eat sand, you bitch.
- Josh... - Josh, man, hey.
Please don't do it, man.
Don't go fucking near him.
Yo, chill the fuck out!
Kirin, come on!
Come here.
Kirin, come on, man.
Eat the sand, you fucking bitch.
You're gonna kill him, man!
We already fucking did this.
Please Henry, help me.
We got what we came for. Can we fucking go now?
Let's get the fuck out of here.
Kirin.
Fuck!
Raf. Raf!
The divisions in the group...
Um, you care to shed any light
on what may have caused them?
Differences of opinion.
Regarding?
You know, issues.
We are just looking for precise information,
Mr. Taylor,
like a particular event or problem
that might've caused you to split into factions.
Sorry, ladies, I don't have it in me
to, like, simplify complicated narratives anymore.
Okay, the truth is, we were eight different people
with eight different lives.
I mean, how could we not fucking fall apart?
Okay, I know I'm setting myself up
to get trolled right now,
but can you please just tell me
how bad this is?
No comment.
Shii...
Martha, can you please come look at this?
It's, uh...
Okay Martha, for once in your life,
please just take off the gloves
and tell me the truth.
That thing's fucked.
- Well, I did ask. - Damn.
We're back, bitches. You miss us?
The hell?
Who left fucking bottle right there?
That was me.
What kind of fucking idiot just leaves shit
- where we always walk? - Toni, it was an accident.
Come on, come on. Just come on
and fucking think about it.
Maybe we should come and sit down for a second.
No, it's fine. I should stay on my feet.
You know? Walk it off.
You guys good?
I'm honestly not sure.
Uh, just had sort of a weird moment.
♪ Jacuzzi queens ♪
♪ Now we're sharing all this heat ♪
♪ So let's get our spa day on ♪♪
Shit, that's all I got.
She did not tell me that was gonna happen.
Jacuzzi queens?
Yep, because that's what we are, baby.
We just found some motherfucking hot springs
just over the rise.
Clear water, perfect temperature for a bath.
Who's ready to go hot tubbing?
Me, as soon as I set some traps.
I love hot tubs. One day, I'm gonna get
a heart-shaped one with, like, cool lights that change color.
Oh.
Let me help. I'll come with.
All right, Martha's on deck.
In the meantime, Barbara,
it's time for you to kick your feet up
and take a soak.
Oh, and get, like, a hot compress washcloth
or something, 'cause that's a thing.
Trying to do that thing you said.
Try to visualize better things for myself.
Going well?
Something like that.
Hey, so, totally random.
But what if we really quick rewound...
...back to the first night.
Remember when you answered Jeanette's phone?
Do you remember if there was, like, a caller ID?
Why do you ask?
No reason.
I think I was just thinking about it.
It died, Fatin, right away.
Couldn't have been clearer about that.
Yeah, yeah, you're right.
Forget it.
And why would you lecture me about moving on
and then just, like, immediately claw me back in?
Leah, I'm sorry.
Don't cut the threads
that people are hanging by.
Wasn't that your fucking advice?
Ah ha ha.
Oh, no. Oh, no!
What are you doing?
I'm just trying to get some of J's bougie-ass hand cream.
I knew this had bergamot in it.
You know, bergamot is extremely my shit.
You can't just put it back with the sand on it.
You can't just fucking do that.
Oh, Bo, just breathe, man. You're all right.
You're probably just riled up from what happened.
Shit got pretty crazy.
It still kind of is.
Do you think he's frozen over there?
I mean, how cold do you think he is?
Sun goes down, he's fucked.
- Yeah? - You iced him out, bro.
You think I reached beast mode?
I mean, I don't know what the criteria is,
but I feel like I did.
No doubt, dog.
What the hell is happening?
Are we actually okay with this?
Raf, he's coping.
No, he's, like, bragging.
We just thrashed someone, and he's fucking bragging.
I think you might be forgetting the context.
Don't, Taylor.
Don't dress up what he's doing
with your big fucking words.
He's still defending that sick asshole.
Guys, this can't feel right to you.
Please, can you say something?
"Please, can you say something?"
Hey, Josh, casual suggestion,
but sitting down might be a very cool move for you.
No way, bro. Beast mode's happening.
El diablo, 666.
You mess with the devil, you get the sticks.
Oh!
Hell yeah, J-bird. Get after it.
So it's like an actual circus up in here now?
Yeah.
Uh, yo, Josh. You might want to...
Don't break my concentration, bro.
- Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo! - Fire!
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
You're on fire, dog.
You're on fire!
J, you fucking idiot. You okay?
- Huh? - Yeah, yeah.
Yeah.
Up you go. Fucking hell.
You know what? Today's been a lot.
Maybe I should call Henry on over
and we do that cheer circle thing.
Yeah? Make sure we've aired all of our...
Wait, where's Raf?
Hey, Ivan, stuff's missing.
Did you know where he had gone?
Yeah, I had, like, a very educated guess.
And where was that?
To do what he thought was right.
Doesn't sound like many of you
were too thrilled with that.
I think there's, like, a guidance counselor
coffee mug saying I can refer you to
about what's right not always being popular.
Although, as that long arc of history
drags its slow-ass feet towards justice,
I found that the stars will, like, occasionally align,
and what's right will also be very, very popular.
I took a stand, and people are liking it.
Literally.
I don't have enough. Do you have, like, a dollar?
Thanks. I'll pay you back.
Aw, Mrs. Wozniak liked and reposted.
Sure, okay.
I thought she only cared about differential equations.
Turns out she's a fucking ally.
Hola, king!
Fighting the good fight, my man.
How do you feel right now?
I mean, I don't, like, hate it.
You know, I'm thoroughly allowed to feel good right now.
Like, I'm permitted to feel
like I'm having a Malala moment.
'Cause if you do what he did,
if you buy some drugstore brand's
mochaccino-tinted foundation and you slather it
on your white face in the year of our Lord 2013,
which wasn't all that long ago,
just so that you and your basic-ass girlfriend
can go as Kimye to some dumb Halloween party,
you deserve to get owned, and I, the owner,
deserve to feel fucking great.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Oh, God, oh, God, oh God.
What? What?
Should we go back in for a sec?
Like, you don't actually want to see this, do you?
Okay, like, for real,
can we not stand here while this is happening?
Kirin O'Connor.
God, I knew it.
Knew what?
He's a sympathizer.
A fucking shameless, spineless, sympathizer.
Walking amongst us and holding us all back.
Hey.
Raf. Raf! Hey.
I brought you a hoodie and some food.
Thanks. Fuck.
Oh, shi...
Yeah.
Do the others know that you're here?
Are you okay?
Oh, yeah, yeah. Ten days on your own.
Who gets that kind of time to think?
Oh.
Oh, fuck me.
Jesus.
No, no. It's okay.
I actually needed a good kick to the spleen.
Come here, come here.
Come here. Sit.
Come here.
Raf, Raf, you... you really, like, know me, you know?
Maybe even better than Henry does at this point.
You don't think that I... you know, that I actually...
I'm sorry, it's not fair for me to even ask you that.
You don't deserve what they're doing to you.
Fuck, I can't... I can't tell you
how good it feels to hear that.
I mean, all this time on my own,
I was just certain that this shit was my due.
Hey, hold on.
I told you to wait for me while I set some snares.
Yeah, I did wait.
Maybe don't take so fucking long,
and I won't leave your ass behind.
Come on.
God, fuck.
You know, I've actually been, like, the solid one.
Between me and her, you know, I've been, like,
less scared, more chill.
I've noticed.
That's actually been blowing my mind.
She said something to me today.
It was good thing. It was a nice thing.
Something that I'd heard before and said before,
but had never really made last.
And I don't know, all of a sudden,
I just felt like... like it wasn't for me.
You know, like...
you know, she can't really mean that.
God, I know where it comes from.
You know?
Sat across from enough social workers
to know where it comes from.
I guess I just...
I just want it to go away, Marty.
That feeling that, like...
Say it.
You know, that I'm not worth shit.
I don't know if this will make you feel any better,
but my parents are still around,
and I still...
I don't not feel like that too.
Sorry. Making it about me much?
No, no, stop it.
You know, your parents are great and all.
That's not your fault that you feel like that.
Okay? Shit happened to you.
You know, that fucking guy, I can't even...
I shouldn't have said that.
Lots of things make us who we are
and even makes us feel like we're not...
Makes us question everything.
I know one thing.
You are the most worthy person I know.
And you deserve every good thing in this world.
You deserve that.
Can't believe you had the balls to come back.
Where's the stuff you took off with, Rafe?
Not that we don't already know,
but still,
would love to hear from the horse himself.
From the horse's mouth.
What?
We're waiting.
He could starve or freeze or both.
God, who gives a shit?
He's a fucking felon.
How do you feel, Josh,
knowing this one fed and watered that bastard?
- Josh, I'm sorry... - Ah, da, da.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...
He could fucking die out there.
Does nobody give a shit?
Exile him, fine.
But you can't just sentence him to death
with... we're not a fucking court of law.
Get out and don't come back.
Kirin, come on, that's not what we said we'd tell him.
Yeah, bro. I mean, when did...
when did kicking him out end up on the table?
Hey, okay, okay. Tensions are running high.
Everyone's a little powder-keggy right now.
Kirin, we didn't actually discuss,
like, an expulsion scenario.
Hey, you're the one that said
zero tolerance, did you not?
That's, like, your whole fucking life motto, Taylor.
You honestly gonna throw it
out of the window right now?
Josh, tell me what you're thinking.
Josh, hey.
This doesn't need to happen, okay?
I want him out.
I want him out of here.
I want him out of my sweater.
Get him out of my fucking sweater!
- Kirin... - Yo!
Kirin, Kirin, what are you doing?
Get off of him.
I'm going. I'm fucking going.
Hey, Henry...
Don't.
Wait, where are we going?
I wanted to show you my gallery for the show.
Will it take long?
I don't love hanging around after school.
More than eight hours in any institutional space
and my life force starts to, like, shrivel.
This way.
Ceramics. Represent.
Come on, right over here.
Oh, my God.
You haven't shown me these.
Oh, my...
Oh, Luc, this is, like...
It's flawless.
And there's one more.
Stop.
You like?
I love.
I'm actually not finished with your shoulders,
so maybe we could go to yours and you could live model?
Oh, God, yes. Very Kate and Leo.
Where are you going?
To have a look.
Ivan, don't.
Ivan, let's just go home.
I like to turn over stones.
Kirin?
Are we doing okay here?
Oh, sure. Happy fucking happy hour.
I'd offer you one, but I can't fucking stand you.
There it goes, the inevitable hostility.
Ivan, let's just go.
Why can't you stand me?
Is it because I dared to protect myself
and the school from a bigot?
Just get the hell out of here.
No, you see, you can't actually order me
out of here, all right?
Occasionally running around with a jersey
and a little stick doesn't give you,
like, jurisdiction over the space.
God, you are such a know-it-all fuck.
And you don't, by the way...
You don't know shit, is the fucking reality.
Oh, really? Enlighten me.
He was a good fucking guy!
He was a good guy,
wife, kids,
and they fucking...
they fucking watched out for me.
Meals, Thanksgiving.
He was my family.
Ivan, we need to go now.
My fucking family.
He was my fucking family, and now there's nobody,
all 'cause your ass couldn't shut the fuck up.
I was waiting for this, the white rage boiling point.
I'm not... this isn't white fucking...
You absolutely wish
that locker had been my face, don't you?
No, I didn't. Fuck!
Oh, come on, let it out, O'Connor.
Say all those things you want to say to me.
Shut the fuck up, Taylor.
I'm so serious. Cleanse yourself.
Call me all those names you've been dying to call me.
Just get the hell out of here!
Do it, call me a fag.
No, I'm not. I'm not gonna fucking...
Call me a woke cock-sucking faggot.
- Get it out of your system. - Ivan, what are you doing?
Fine!
You fucking fag.
You fucked with my whole life,
you woke cock-sucking asshole faggot.
They say everyone you meet is fighting a battle
you know nothing about.
Some are trying to feel deserving.
I didn't think you'd be back.
I should've said it before,
but at least I can say it now
and tomorrow,
and every single fucking day after.
I love you.
Some are trying to find peace.
Or failing that, an escape.
Still, there's others who are up against a level of darkness
I can't even, like, name, or imagine.
A darkness that won't go away.
And then there's the hidden battles
that don't stay that way.
And the ones that break out of their vaults
and make themselves known.
Seth, he, like...
he, like,
used to have these insane night terrors.
My mom... she had to, like, hold him till he stopped.
The dark...
The dark is what makes them worse.
So Mom put, like, a little shoji lamp
in the corner of his room to sleep with,
and they never happened again.
And I... I can't stop thinking about him.
There's not even a moon, and he's just in the dark.
Just scared and in the dark.
And what was yours? Your battle?
The one people didn't know about?
Well, there's two, always two.
At first, you fight not to let them win.
Then you fight not to let the fight win.
This is Luc. Leave a message.
Hey.
I was just calling you, of all things.
Nuclear option, since you fully left me unread.
What's that?
Okay, there's definitely, like, an atmosphere here
that we need to unpack.
I'm... uh...
My family's going to Vancouver for, like,
President's Day weekend.
I wasn't gonna go, but now I am,
so I won't be around, FYI.
Luc, what's going on right now?
- You got him expelled, Ivan. - Oh.
You're kidding, right?
You're not honestly in your feelings
over a verbally abusive homophobe.
You didn't, like, not provoke him.
The things he said about his life...
they weren't lies, you know?
And I'm not trying to excuse anything,
but you didn't, like, score one
for the cause, Ivan.
You just kicked a kid when he was down.
He's a cis, het, white, three-season athlete.
When is he ever down?
No, I get it.
I'm not getting everything right here.
It's not even about him, anyway.
It's, like,
I know who we are, Black, gay,
the things that we're always fighting.
I know that we have to be guarded
and mad and hard
a lot of the fucking time.
But with you, it's like...
It's like what?
It's like you keep forgetting
how to be anything else.
- Luc, look, can we... - I have to go.
Arts and craft hour, huh?
Just, um... trying out some pointers from Henry.
What is that for?
Taylor.
Tell me that shit is not what it looks like.
Yes, Kirin. It's for them.
Gotta be kidding me.
Look, it'll get them a fire,
and we won't even have to part with the lighter.
And it's not... it's not like a peace offering.
- Then what the fuck is it? - I don't know.
A tool, a gesture,
the most negligible thing
I could possibly do to make the absolute bowels of hell
at least one minor notch easier
for a couple of lost fucking children.
Easier.
Since when do you go easy on people, huh?
I don't know.
Like, at least six months too late.
I never told you how sorry I am
for what I did to you.
But are you, huh?
Or are you just sorry your boyfriend ratted on you
and you went down too, huh?
No, it's real.
It might be too late to mean anything, but it's real.
Kirin, I'm sorry.
Do I even need to say it?
No, I know.
I won't come back.
Maybe this is presumptuous,
but I wonder if there's a part of you
that might characterize your ordeal
as maybe a learning experience.
It's just it seems that, I don't know, this may have led
to a... what should I call it? An act of mercy
that may not have been in your repertoire before.
Mm-hmm, and it might not be now.
How do you mean?
How do you know I didn't live to regret it?
Did you?
You know, on the island, you might choose to do right.
But that doesn't mean shit
won't go absolutely fucking left.
Maybe you should name it.
Dot Junior?
- Fuck off, Shelby. - Sorry...
That was low-hanging fruit.
Sorry.
Is that toothpaste?
Dorothy, are you squandering precious resources
in the name of vanity?
Yeah, yeah, I am, okay?
And I am not going to apologize for it.
Wow.
Please.
Marty?
- Please. - Marty, what happened?
I hurt...
- Hey. - I hurt it.
It wanted out of the trap, so it chewed.
And now it's out there. A rabbit.
It has its babies, and it's bleeding.
It's not your fault.
I'm not hunting, I'm fucking hurting things.
And it didn't do anything. I'm a fucking monster.
Marty, Marty, Marty, Marty.
Come here, come here.
Come on, come here.
Okay, sit down.
Okay, breathe in. Breathe out.
Okay, it's okay.
It's okay. Come lie down, Marty.
What do you need, Marty?
- Just find the babies. - Yeah.
Just find the babies, please.
Yeah, yeah, I know, we can do that, okay?
I'm gonna go tell the others the plan.
I'll be back in five seconds.
Have you ever seen her like that before?
Like, maybe once, yeah.
This can't be about a fucking bunny, right?
Can we just look for her?
Can we just go out and try
and find something, and can we...
Martha!
Martha! Martha!
Leah.
Leah?
Leah...
Leah.
You thought I was him, didn't you?
Your writer boyfriend.
Shit, I didn't mean to disappoint.
How can I rebound here? Will this help?
♪ A man in my shoes runs a light ♪
♪ And all the papers lied tonight ♪
♪ But falling over you ♪
♪ Is the news of the day ♪♪
So that was, quote, unquote, your song, huh?
Great tune, really.
Rude, you didn't pick one of mine, but I get it.
You're...
Ben Folds, your first crush.
Patient zero of your obsessional attentions.
- You're not real. - No, not really,
but that's not to say I don't mean something.
Everything your head stirs up ends up meaning something.
I mean, for fuck's sake,
you're the only one who knows the truth about this place.
I'm losing my mind.
Or you're just doing what you need to survive.
Martha!
Okay, those voices are real.
Martha!
Go, Leah.
Martha!
Go!
Martha!
Martha! Martha!
- Martha! - Martha!
Martha! Marty...
Martha.
Martha!
Martha?
Martha! Martha!
Martha!
Marty?
You found her. Martha.