- When I look at you, I see your mother.
Hopefully his hardship at a moment's notice.
- I wanted him to kiss me.
Now whenever I try to touch him, he goes cold.
You're my sync bait.
- Okay.
- You sure she's not in your house?
- Your friend shows his face on our block again,
I'll rip his gay little earring off.
- Told you what I'd do-- - Stop!
- There is something out in those woods
hunting for livestock.
- I'll be the lure. Let's kill this thing.
- This is not gold. It's the only way to kill them.
Remember how I said that the wrong person
could open up a new door, let all the nightmares out.
Well, I think it might have done just that.
- This is nuts.
- Take his mask off.
- You take his mask off, bro.
I'm your superior.
- [exhales]
- Whoa-ho-ho! [laughing]
[ominous music]
That's crazy!
- Sick.
You think he's from the Colony?
- [huffs] I don't know.
- Damn.
[dark chords]
* *
- Yo, yo!
Check this out.
That's gold, dude.
- [soft clicking]
- [click, clunk] - No, what--
- Hey, let's move this body before the cops get here.
All right? If we can keep this thing a secret...
we might have just found our retirement savings.
Grab his legs.
- Yeah. Let's move him so nobody finds the gold.
- Yeah. Yeah, bud.
[clicking continues]
[splash]
[uneasy music]
[dark rock music]
* *
[birds twittering]
[soft music]
* *
- She was a boss, right?
- She's beautiful.
- Miss her every day.
- [whispers] Me too.
Mine left when I was five, so...
she's sort of faceless in my memories.
- You know where she went?
- I know she stopped in Salem.
- Oh. Puzzle comes together.
- So you think you're pretty smart, huh?
- Yeah. I do. I am.
- Hey, kids,
it's chaos at the mine. Chaos.
You should see these photos my people sent.
- Airdrop them to me.
- Oh, rhetorical, baby.
I'm not trying to give you more PTSD. Carrie--
- I'd like to stay a few more days anyway.
For the pancakes.
- Ten points. New favorite daughter.
- He can close access to that tear in the mine.
- If he finds out that we were down there, he'll murder us.
Straight up. Like, worse than the--
- The Bloodherd of Gehenna.
We need to close it.
If that crack grows big enough
for the Herd to slip through,
that would be the end...
of at least West Pine.
- Well, there are worse fates. [small laugh]
Kidding. All right. Sorry.
[knocking on door]
Hi. Hello, how's your family?
- Nana's always cleaning up
in her new white people Mahjong league.
Oh, sorry. You meant the kidnapped, tortured ones?
- You don't have to always deflect.
- They're delusional.
Feverish. Shaking.
They don't remember their names, they...
keep waking up screaming.
- It'll get better. - I worship your optimism.
- Hey. - Just--
Sorry. I just--
- You're in your no touch zone.
- I don't have a "no touch zone."
Y-you just don't need to pet me like a sad cat, I--
Grr. Right? Big dog alpha dog.
Strong for Tasha.
- Why do you think I need that?
- I don't know. You're your dad's daughter.
- Dude, I only have care for you, but this hot-cold thing
is making me feel like my head is cafeteria clam chowder.
Just tell me your boundaries, and I'll act the part.
- I don't have boundaries. - Okay. Sure.
I'm gonna go see what I can find on my dad's computer.
[keyboard keys clicking]
- So, any thoughts on closing the Door?
So, Armageddon. Glad to see it.
- At the Colony, we were made to repress our nature.
Our worth was defined
by how much we aligned with their teachings.
- Bleak, Carrie. That's terrible.
- Tasha's not like that.
You can tell her whatever it is you're hiding.
- Are you like, the Terminator,
sent here to like, blow up my spot?
- You like each other.
- [whispers] She's perfect. I just...
I feel like sometimes she... wants me to like
play this role of like
a made-for-TV boyfriend or something.
Sorry, this isn't Colony-ripe material.
- I'm listening.
- There are good guys in the world.
But...when I think of manhood when it comes to me...
God, I just see this big agro muscly troll that's like--
like wrastling with the other boys or--
and I visibly don't relate to that.
I like...I don't know.
I like laying in the rain,
listening to a sad song like some small-town cliché.
W-we do that stuff together,
and it's the most at home that I could feel.
So, when she treats me like...
like boyfriend material, it just--it makes me...
wanna sprint for the hills.
- [laughs] I have to cross my eyes to see you as a boy.
Hey, no offense.
At the Colony, we judge on spirit, not on sex.
- No, the--thank you.
I can't imagine telling a West Piner that...
I'm non-binary.
They...
they hate me and my family anyway.
So, Tasha deserves better than my problems.
- Sometimes I feel like I exist too much.
It makes me bitter.
- Me too.
So let's not be bitter.
[both laughing]
- Guys, you should see this.
- Good job. Keep it up.
- I don't think Carrie killed the disciples.
One of the Bloodherd escaped with her.
She must have stayed behind in West Pine to stop it.
And even if she never comes back,
it won't stop our numbers from dwindling.
- It's an orgy of vanity out there.
There's no discipline.
And without discipline, we fall prey to the Herd.
They need us to be what they can't.
That's why we remain vigilant.
The disciples alone must carry the light.
Let the council worry about the Herd.
You bring me my daughter.
I'm losing patience.
- I just ask you to spare her the worst.
- She's a traitor like her mom.
She deserves no mercy.
- Look at these photos that were sent to my dad.
- This isn't a monster.
- So who did we kill?
- You both saw it. It was a beast.
- I personally was tripping face. So--
- I've seen them dead before. In Gehenna.
It was a beast. This makes no sense.
- And listen to this.
"DNA of kidnapper linked to a cold case suspect
from 60 years ago."
- I don't--I don't understand.
- Sounds like no one does.
But we're with you either way, Carrie.
- More importantly, on to the tear.
This guy's been trying to get into my pants forever.
- We love that for you. - And oh, boy, lucky for me,
he's our key to closing this crack
before anything else gets out.
- Ha ha. I didn't wear my helmet.
- Yo!
Yo, check it out. Gallery eight.
I know it's a no-drill site, but this vein, buddy.
- Geologist verify this?
- That's gold, Khal.
Yo, if we keep this hush, Jeff's mortgage, your debt--
Right?
Come on, the boys need this, bro.
- Keep access tight. Don't tell anybody.
We gotta play this smart. Understand?
- Mm-hmm.
- All right.
- Ha ha ha. I didn't wear my helmet.
[phone buzzing] - [laughs]
[ahem] Yo, yo. [ahem] What up? What up?
[ahem] Like an angel dropped in.
- Yo, my dad says you were the one
who found the drifter in the mines.
- I mean, hey, they don't call me
Big Dick Boy for nothing, right?
- Well, I definitely need the scoop.
- [clicking]
Hey, you there?
[horn blowing]
Spoons, hello? - Uh...
Yo, I'm at work, mama.
Dance with me at O'Malley's bonfire tonight
and I'll give you the juice, okay?
- Whatever. Just be there.
- [clicking, clucking]
[ominous music]
- [clicking]
- No.
[engine turns]
[clicking continues]
[dance music, laughter]
* *
- All right, folks. We earned this.
- I don't know if I should be here.
- Yeah, I don't think that I should--
- Don't wanna hear it.
Nolan, the reason they're so hard on you
is because they think you're way better than them.
Carrie, suck it up and pour it down. To us.
- Mm-- - Mm...
- Ugh! - Oh!
both: Burns so good.
- [coughs]
- Oh my God, oh my God. - No.
- Show me your moves! - No, no, no, no.
- Show me a little bit of your moves.
- But I don't know if West Piner's ready for the...
the fire hydrant freak.
- Oh, West Pine. pump it up!
- I think we should go talk to your friend.
- He's not here yet. Join us.
- I don't know how.
- One of us! - Neither do we.
- One of us! - Carrie, you can do it.
- Like a... - Like a...like a...like a...
Oh! Okay.
Oh! [laughing] - Oh!
- Whoa--oh my God.
Yeah, okay. - Keep going, keep going.
- Tasha.
- The Colony doesn't use phones.
* *
[laughter]
[tense music]
* *
[phone dings, chimes]
- Do it... - Like a...
[overlapping chatter]
- Tasha. Baby, you home?
Babe?
- Like, actually--actually move your hips.
Here. Like, like-- Yeah, like that.
- Oh. - Mm-hmm.
You gotta get into it.
[indistinct chatter]
- Spoons.
- Damn. Hey, if I told you
you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?
- Your boss, my dad, might.
- He would hold your beautiful body against me?
- Ew. Why haven't they shut down
Gallery eight at the mine?
It was flagged for closure.
- Why don't you ask your pops? - I'm asking you.
- [scoffs] I think you might owe me a dance
for that kind of information.
- She was asking about the gallery.
[hiccups]
- And who are you?
- She's my cousin. Step-cousin.
- Right. Well, look.
Normally, we do control blasts to cave in a stripped tunnel.
We can't do that with Gallery eight
'cause we'd risk caving in the creek bed above.
I thought you wanted juice on the dead body--
- So, how do we close it then?
- We don't.
If we collapse it, we flood the whole mine.
So it's just sitting there.
Why? What, are you doing, re-con for the Frisks?
- There's dark stuff going on down there,
and you have to close it or more people
are going to be hurt.
Didn't you feel it when you were down there?
There's something's off.
- Nah. [laughs]
Look, I don't know what kind of fufi shit you're on about,
but between us, that tunnel has a vein worth some money.
No one's shutting that puppy, all right?
Lawsuit or otherwise.
Now, I am gonna get cleaned up, and I'd love that dance.
Hmm?
[music continues, muffled]
- [clicking, clucking]
Aah!
[groans]
[thud]
[dark music]
* *
- [clicking]
[clicking]
- [panting]
- [screech] - Aah!
- Easy, girl. You'll regret it tomorrow.
- I have to go back.
I have to get the Ledger.
- Where? What's the Ledger?
- It's this book of terrible secrets kept behind the Door.
Since we can't close down the mine, I've gotta get it.
It'll tell us how to close the tear.
Will you dance with me?
I might die tomorrow. I probably will.
- Keep drinking like this, you will.
- Come on. Dance with me.
- You ever slow-danced before? - Mm-mm.
- I'm gone. - Stay. Please.
I wanted to tell you I'm sorry about your family, man.
Really. I don't like 'em, but the news is rough.
- Thanks, I guess.
- You paint your nails yourself?
Is that--[laughs] what shade do you call that?
- Mint sorbet. - Pretty.
You know what that is? I got that helping
Gavin Keen sand the molding in his new garage.
You see that?
[scoffs]
That's West Piners look out for each other for life.
I'm still here being like my dad and his dad
and his dad's dad's dad's, all the way back...
while you can do whatever you want.
You're free.
- We all help our friends out.
And I promise you, I'm not living some liberated life.
- I admire it, honestly.
- My parents would trade me in for a model like you.
- Model like me?
- Like...a guy. They don't get me.
- No, I hear that.
Can I read you a poem I wrote?
These guys don't understand, but...maybe you might.
"Sometimes my parents make me sad" by Rhys Whelan.
"Sometimes my parents make me sad.
"And when I'm sad, I feel bad.
"I poop my pants and do a dance and then I get real glad.
Buddy. Sit the fuck down.
You know what my dad would do if I came home
with mint sorbet nails?
Know what he'd do?
He would make me feel bad about it.
[whack] - [groans]
- You wanna act pretty like your mom?
Faggot.
Don't scream for your friends or I'll fuck you up.
- You're not supposed to look this sad while slow-dancing.
- You look so serious.
- You did say you might die tomorrow.
- It's just another day in my life.
- Mm! Typical morning.
Squat Challenge. Yogurt parfait. Shower.
Die. - [laughs]
- It's dark. - So dark.
* *
There you go. So, you have done this before.
- You just make it easy.
- Well, I feel safe with you.
- You are safe with me.
* *
- One day, you're gonna tell all the people you meet
about your shit little town
and how your mom did a good thing once.
- [groans]
Go home.
- Uhh--
[laughter, chatter]
- Nolan, I'm sorry. I've got no excuse.
Nolan, please come back. I--
[twig snaps]
Nolan?
Nolan? Guys?
[sighs] [phone chimes]
Spoons, what? Did the toilet eat you up?
Hello?
- [clicking]
- Oh, God, Are you getting off right now?
- [clicking, purring]
- Hello?
- [clicking] [beep]
- I'm sorry.
Nolan.
Nolan, I'm sorry--
- It's over, Carrie. You lost.
[Taser clicking] - [grunting]
- Spoons, you in here?
Spoons?
- Aah!
- [clicking, clucking]
- [whimpering]
Help me!