Previously on Yellowjackets...
O Lord, please accept Coach Martinez into your glory.
And Flight Attendant Janet, Pilot Robert, Pilot Fred.
Yeah, we gotta ration.
We're not gonna starve to death.
When the rescue team gets here...
- If it gets here. - Don't say that. They're coming.
Can you throw that shit out already?
Dad gave it to me so my ears wouldn't pop.
Don't you understand? Dad is fucking dead!
You found Travis?
Talk about somebody who didn't want to be found.
- What's that? - It's his pay stub.
Looks like he's been working at a place called Willow Brook Ranch.
- Oh, God. - Travis didn't kill himself.
This is the last thing Travis wrote before he died.
Do you know what you're right about?
Sorry, I'm not allowed to give up room information.
I'm his wife.
He just hasn't texted me the room number yet.
- Why are you here? - I was just getting a drink.
But actually, I'm starting to think
maybe something out there has other ideas.
What happened?
Sammy punched him in the face.
Whatever they say about me, I hope you know it isn't true.
I know. You're not the bad one.
Is someone else the bad one?
Guys, there's a lake. It looks about four or five miles away.
Look.
Guys, it's here.
I don't see anybody.
I just have a bad feeling about this place.
Bad feeling?
I don't believe in that shit.
The Lord is my shepherd. Even though I walk through the valley...
Dad.
Hey...
I don't know what you're so scared of, Natty.
You've already got blood on your hands.
We're almost there.
It's been waiting for us.
Lottie.
Okay.
It's okay.
He's gone. Remember?
We buried him.
I think bad things happened here.
- Yeah? - Hey, Nat.
I just wanted to call and see how you're holding up,
you know, since the whole Travis thing.
I would never want to presume to say
that I know exactly what you're going through,
but-but I wanted to make sure that you know
that this was not your fault.
Why the fuck would Travis' murder be my fault?
Uh, well, you know, the coroner ruled it a suicide,
and do people usually write notes before they're murdered?
Or is that really more of a suicide thing?
Think about it.
We both get the same creepy postcard in the mail,
and then Travis just turns up dead?
You think that was a coincidence?
I don't know what he thought I was right about,
I just know I'm right about this.
Travis didn't fucking kill himself,
and I'm gonna find out who did.
Well, it sounds like you're gonna need some help.
Uh, first of all,
I know a guy who can probably get us into Travis' email.
Uh, but before we fire that missile,
I think we should get together and strategize.
You know, pop a few pins on the old corkboard.
I have one, obviously, um, but we could use yours
if you prefer. I...
- Jell-O! - I'm working a shift right now,
but what do you say we meet at my house at 1900 hours?
I've got plans.
Oh. With who?
Don't worry about it.
Uh, tomorrow, then?
Nat?
loggerhead hatchlings return to reproduce,
but will their nesting beaches still be there?
All right, just relax and let it happen.
Your body knows it's overdue, but your head keeps getting in the way.
Just stop talking. Stop talking.
- I am begging you. - Okay.
You know, sometimes I sing a little, just...
to help, you know, release my bowels.
- Here, if you want... - No.
Okay, just bear down.
Hey!
You don't know what the hell you're doing with that!
He's being fucking stupid.
No, what's stupid is the fact that we have a gun
and we're not fucking using it.
Oh, shit.
- What the hell? - Hey!
Give me that.
Travis, give me the gun.
This is a dangerous weapon, and we will handle it as such.
We understand?
All right, that said, Travis is right.
We're out of food. We're all feeling it.
Now, the good news is my father used to take me deer hunting
every year as a kid.
The bad news...
yeah, I am down to one fucking leg.
Which means that if we want to eat,
one of you is gonna have to learn how to use this thing.
How are you, Mom?
The place hasn't changed.
God, weren't we a good-looking pair?
Happier days, those.
Whatever you say, Ma.
You never appreciate it at the time.
Not till it gets ripped right out from under you.
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Uh, yo, did you know, uh,
Kurt wanted, uh, J Mascis to be in Nirvana?
- No shit. - Yeah. I-I don't know.
Kevyn, don't use that on your nails.
Let me.
Okay.
I thought you didn't even like Nirvana anymore.
Uh, no, you know, they're all right.
Uh, it's just...
It's just, like, ever since they left Sub Pop,
they've just gotten so mainstream, so...
It's not their fault everybody loves them.
Yeah. Yeah, no, I-I guess.
Sorry.
Go on. Um, yeah, no, it's just,
uh, I guess...
I guess I liked them better when they were just ours.
You know what I mean?
Shit. You got to go.
Um, use the window. Quick, uh, go.
Fast, now.
What the fuck? I don't think so, buddy.
You think you can sniff around
- when I'm not... - We weren't doing anything!
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah, we were just listening to music.
Yeah, you think I'm fucking stupid?
- No, sir. No, please, please. - Kevyn, just go.
Fuck.
- Sorry. - This is what you do
when I'm not around?
Are you a little slut? Are you a little slut?
If you're gonna take shit, take it all.
I'm not your goddamn storage unit.
This is all I really need.
Properties?
Manhattan, East Hampton,
Paris, Mendocino and the Isle of Skye.
Mm-hmm. Kids?
Margo, and...
Flynn.
Ooh, sorry. The answer we were looking for
- is... Finn. - Oh, fuck.
Oh.
Hey, buddy.
Sorry about the swear.
Did you eat up all your noodles?
Well, then go on down downstairs and finish them, okay?
Tara will be there any minute.
Go on, then.
Can we go over her charities again?
Ugh, Tai, there's no way that Diane Rafelson's
gonna expect you to know all that stuff.
I mean, she'll probably think it's creepy if you do.
I just can't afford to fuck this up.
Bathurst's ads have me tanking in the polls, and...
if Rafelson takes a shine to me tonight, her money,
her influence...
she could turn everything around.
Then just be yourself.
Let her know... what you really care about.
And if all else fails,
pull out the Tina Turner and Hooch bit.
That thing kills.
Come on.
You got this.
Slow breath in...
then full exhale, then go.
- Damn it. - It's okay, you guys. Hey.
- It's not a competition. - Uh, but there is
gonna be a winner, right?
All right, Jackie. You're up.
Yeah, Jackie.
Okay.
Okay, this is literally impossible.
All right, come on, let's keep it moving.
Martinez. Let's go.
Uh, yo. Javi, come try this.
Fuck you.
- Ooh. - Javi.
- Nice going, Flex. - Ooh.
Let's go.
See, and that, ladies, is how it's done.
Nice, Martinez.
Nat, you're up.
You got this, Nat. Let's go, Nat.
Come on, nice and easy. Like the man said.
It's been waiting for us.
- Here, here. - That's a shame.
Now, you know what, next time we can just stick to something
you're actually be good at, like folding laundry
- or sucking... - Hey!
- I'm going again. Mm-mmm. - Can she do that?
Yeah. I'll allow it.
- Okay, this is bullshit. - That's enough.
Back off.
Nice job.
Fuck yeah.
Good, Nat. Really good.
You're not doing the gun thing?
Oh, um...
I don't really think I'm meant to handle firearms.
What are you writing?
It's my journal.
- Like, a diary? - Yeah. Kind of.
It's just my way of trying to make sense of what's going on,
and... how I feel about it.
Well, that probably sounds pretentious, but...
hey, when I'm famous, they can go into the archives, right?
Here.
There's no wrong way to do it.
Now that we've narrowed down the field,
here's how this is gonna go down.
One final round for all of the marbles.
You got five targets, five shots each.
Mari, can you start us off?
Um, just a thought.
Shouldn't we be saving bullets, you know?
Uh, yeah, in theory, but lucky for us,
the nutjob who lived here before
was apparently hoarding for the apocalypse.
The cans.
You're-you're aiming for the cans.
- Shut up! - Do you like being this way?
If you shit the bed again, you gonna ask for another do-over?
Hey. All right.
Good job, Mari.
Okay.
So close, Flex.
- Don't fucking call me that. - Travis!
Put the gun down.
You fuck.
All right, that's, uh... yeah, that's good shooting, Martinez.
But don't ever do that again.
Don't choke... again.
- Yeah! - Holy shit.
Woo! Nice job, Nat!
Nice job.
I have to apologize about, um...
the confusion with the texts.
Yeah, it's, uh, it's been a while,
but, uh, I'll admit it didn't really sound like you.
That being said, I-I'm not usually in the business of shutting a woman down
when she's talking about how shapely my legs are.
Well, I mean, they're good, but I've seen better.
Flattery's not gonna get you off the hook here, Nat.
B and E?
- What in the hell were you doing? - Do you remember Travis Martinez?
Yeah. Yeah, sure.
I mean, kind of.
I know he was, uh, he was on the plane with you.
Well, it was his place, and, uh, he's been off the grid
for a while, and we were worried about him.
Turns out we had a right to be,
because, um, later that night, he killed himself.
Jesus.
I'm so sorry.
Yeah. It's pretty fucked.
Speaking of which, Officer.
How exactly did that happen?
You want the short version or the long version?
- Give me the haiku. - Okay.
Uh, the band was a bust.
Met a girl and fucked it up.
It's a job, I guess?
Huh.
Doesn't the patio make you feel so fancy?
It's so European.
Hi.
Could I have a chocolate martini, please?
Whiskey soda.
Red Label, double.
What? I'm not stopping you.
Go nuts.
The truth is,
we might be out here for a little longer than we expected.
So the rest of us are relying on you two,
which means you need to rely on each other.
You understand?
Natalie.
Travis, wait up!
Coach said that we should be looking for tracks
and scratches on the trees, like antler marks or whatever.
Travis.
Look, you can follow me or not, just don't slow me down.
Taissa Turner.
Robert Garrity.
Robert, thank you so much for having us.
My wife Simone.
Ah, yes, the rising star of the Comp Lit department.
Well, now, this is
what a power couple should look like, don't you agree?
Well, that's why we're together.
And she's funny, too.
- Yes. - Uh, ladies,
please, get yourselves some drinks.
You're going to love dinner. It's nose to tail,
a whole roasted pig from this amazing little farm upstate.
I already told them I have dibs on one of the ears.
You forgot to eat beforehand again, didn't you?
Ooh, there she is.
- Okay, you ready? - Define "ready."
Ms. Turner.
Gerald Sussman. We spoke at the NJDSC event last spring?
Ah, Gerald, of course.
Have you given any more thought to our conversation
about the county building code?
Like I said before,
it's nearly as draconian as it is antiquated.
Thank you.
What about her? What's wrong with her?
Are you blind?
She is obviously a narc.
Look, you-you said you wanted to make up
- for your misspent youth. - Mm-hmm.
If we're gonna do this, we got to do it right.
Wait here.
Sir.
Hi.
Sir, excuse me. Sir.
Hi. Good evening.
Um, I was wondering if you could do me a favor.
My friend and I... this guy. Say hi.
Hi. There we go.
Uh... Forgot our IDs.
But we're looking to enjoy some... alcohol
responsibly tonight.
So... could you get some for us? We can pay for it.
Don't worry, I have cash,
but I just kind of need you to do the buying.
You're not gonna get carded, lady.
Hey.
Is this some kind of sex thing?
No, but...
You know what? It might be.
We're still, like, figuring that out, you know, that stage, yeah.
Throw in an extra 20, you got a deal.
Geez. How about ten?
Mm-mmm.
- Mm-mmm? - Mm-mmm.
Fine.
All right. Get the cheap stuff.
Okay? The shittier the better.
Yeah. Okay.
Classy.
I can already smell the ghosts of hangovers past.
Right?
So, refresh my memory.
How did you miss so much of the quintessential
high school experience again?
Has anyone ever told you your obsession with biographical minutia
is the opposite of a turn-on?
No.
I got straight As and married young. Satisfied?
That's a good start.
Oh, wow. That...
is terrible.
Ah, it's perfect.
What is she doing here?
Thank you.
Like...
I didn't just want to change the world through innovation,
I wanted to earn enough
so that I could afford to really give, you know?
Oh, yeah.
Thank you.
Taissa.
Not everyone receives a purpose so great.
- I'm absolutely honored. - Mm.
You know, think about it, we can make a lot of money, you know?
Hey, listen, with your political campaign, you're gonna want to make money.
You need someone who can handle money.
- Uh-huh. - Think about it.
Yeah? My people will get in touch, yeah?
Yeah.
What have Bathurst's supporters been chanting?
"Spill, spill, spill!"
They're no better than Neanderthals.
- Mm. - And here I thought it was the year 2021.
They're still back in the Dark Ages. A.D. 1.
- Is this meat? - Yes, it is.
Sorry.
Don't you think it would come across
as strong if you, say, uh, wrested control of your own story?
People already know that you're tough, and they love that.
They just want to know some more about how exactly
you survived out there.
Yes.
What did you really have to resort to?
I mean, we're all friends, aren't we?
Are you all right, my dear?
Can I bum one of those?
Oh. Of course.
Something funny?
Oh, it's just I have been desperate
to talk to you all night, and when I finally get my chance I'm a...
Too much champagne on an empty stomach.
There's never enough food at these things.
I mean, did you see that damn pig?
I get the concept, but if you ask me, it's fucking barbaric.
Split it?
I would love to.
Is that...
Is that Misty?
Oh, my God.
What the fuck are you doing here?
Okay, so, don't look now,
but that reporter, Jessica Roberts,
is sitting over there at the bar.
She's been watching you.
And what are you doing?
I've been having your back.
Y-You're having my...
How did you know I was even here?
I'm a citizen detective.
I hate to break it to you, but we're not Rizzoli and Isles.
I don't need you.
- Yeah, but, Natalie... - Go the fuck home.
You remind me of my granddaughter.
No one really likes her, either.
Hi.
I don't know what you think you're doing, but, uh,
I've got my eye on you.
Hello, Misty.
Tell me...
how did your little road trip go?
I know when you look at me,
you don't see someone you should be afraid of, but, uh...
you're wrong.
Okay.
Gross.
Why do you keep... Just put that away.
Says the person who's three strokes down.
Well, look, none of that matters now because this is it. Okay?
For all the glory, this is the shot.
You put your ball here, exactly,
you get one whack, and you got to get it
over the fence, over the rocks,
into the residential neighborhood...
- ... behind here. - Oh.
Yeah, and then you don't know what happens after that.
- But are you serious? - Yeah, I'm-I'm dead serious. Yeah.
Everybody knows that is the reason
you come here, so you can make this shot.
Oh, okay.
Okay. You can go first.
Are you scared you're gonna whiff?
Ooh, it's so hot when you talk shit like that.
For the record, you're going down.
Mm. Do you want to bet?
Okay.
If I win...
you have to tell me something personal about yourself,
for real this time.
Okay, okay.
When I win... when...
I get to choose what we do next,
and you have to do it, no questions asked.
Deal.
Wow.
You don't even know what you're agreeing to.
Watch and learn.
Mm-hmm.
Okay, so it's that kind of party.
You didn't read the invitation. It is definitely that kind of party.
Just step back.
Get back there, you cheater.
Oh!
Yeah...
- But... I mean... - How do you think you did?
Well, I think maybe just, uh...
you still have to make it, all right? So...
Okay. Yeah.
Great.
Holy shit. Did you just hustle me?
I actually didn't. I've-I've never done that before.
What if you hit someone?
R.I.P. Sorry.
It was worth it.
Wow. Savage.
That's right.
Are any of these, like, maple syrup trees?
What?
I don't know.
Don't eat that kind!
It's poisonous.
Like, "kill you" poisonous or like "trip your balls off" poisonous?
What? I don't know.
My Girl Scout troop leader didn't get all that specific about it.
Akilah.
Okay, now, those I know for sure will make you puke.
Don't touch it.
Could you just show us something that's actually edible
so we can get going?
What's the big hurry?
Coach need a sponge bath?
That's just mean.
I'm sorry. Whatever.
Get off me.
- Put berry on me? - I did.
Okay, so everyone just focus.
We know we can't touch those and those ones.
- No mushrooms. No mushrooms. - Uh, guys...
- What? - What?
- Jackie? - What is it?
- Guys! - What?
- Jackie, what? - Come here!
Look! Holy shit.
- Wh-What is this doing here? - Right?
It must've belonged to the dead guy.
I wonder if this still works.
Holy fuck.
This is great.
Guys, this is it!
Oh, shit.
Fuck.
Back away! What the fuck?
- Van! Turn it off! - Turn it off!
I'm trying, I'm trying!
Turn it off!
It didn't want him to leave.
But the times are so different.
And that a kid can look at someone like me,
happily married to a woman, and say, "Hey, okay, that's a thing."
It fills me with hope.
There's all that growth in one generation.
I'm sorry, I'm-I'm rambling.
No, please.
It's refreshing.
Genuine positivity.
It's rare.
I certainly don't have it.
It's why I've never run for office.
But you...
you rise above.
Taissa, I've seen it,
and I have to say...
I'm impressed.
As far as I'm concerned, there's no limit to how far you can rise.
You just need to find the people who truly want to help you.
Oh, an endorsement from you would be...
All I ask in return...
is that you show me who you really are.
Of course.
Absolutely.
Good.
That's settled, then.
Hm.
You be shocked at the things people have confided in me over the years.
Of course, I'd never share.
I'm like a well you whisper your secrets into.
So...
tell me,
what really happened out there?
I'm not sure
anyone else could ever understand.
- It was... - Was what?
We scavenged,
and we starved.
- Until... - I've heard the official story.
You trust me, don't you?
Why?
Why do you get to have that?
Just because you're rich and powerful?
Are you really this naive, Ms. Turner?
Those changes you were talking about?
You have me to thank.
All I've done for women's causes, for Black causes,
for Black women's causes.
So, if I were you...
I'd watch my tone.
Okay.
Yes, ma'am.
I'll perfectly calibrate my tone...
as I tell you to go fuck yourself.
Oh.
- I have something for you. - Oh, yeah?
No fucking way.
No way. Oh, my God.
Hm.
I was actually just looking for this.
Jesus, Nat.
Last time I saw you,
you were getting out of my car,
saying you'd call me tomorrow.
Yeah?
That was a million years ago.
You were my best friend...
then you just...
Oh, my God. You had to know I was, like,
totally in love with you, right?
Oh, fuck.
Wait. Oh. I...
I'm sorry.
I can't, uh...
stop thinking about Travis.
So...
It's not like we were each other's sponsors, but we...
tried to keep each other clean, and...
I just...
can't help but think if I had done something,
that he might not have...
It's the not knowing if he was
loaded or...
Listen, I could, um...
I could make a couple of calls, you know.
Maybe try and get a copy of his toxicology report.
Ah, that would be amazing.
Oh.
Thank you.
Are you fucking serious?
You brought us here?
- Looks that way. - Why?
- Doesn't concern you. - Jesus Christ.
I know that you're messed up right now,
but it doesn't give you a free pass to be a dick all the time!
We're supposed to be a team.
Yeah, right, a team, hm?
Do you even know why people call me Flex?
Hm?
In seventh grade, I had surgery on my back. Spinal fusion
or something, I-I-I don't know. It sucked.
When I got back to school, Bobby Farleigh,
he saw my scar in the locker room.
He told everybody that I had to get one of my ribs removed,
so that I could be flexible enough to, you know...
suck my own dick.
Oh, my God. What are you doing?
Are you fucking psycho?
There's a ring, okay?
I didn't think about it before when we, you know,
buried him, but it was my great-grandfather's.
God.
Oh, God.
Oh, God, I can't... Fuck.
I can't.
- So don't. - I can't do it.
Jesus, it's just a ring. Let it go.
I can't.
Yeah, you don't fucking get it. I have to bring something back.
I have to.
For Javi.
Which hand?
Um... Uh...
Right.
So...
can you suck your own dick?
I wish.
He was such a shit dad.
He didn't even like me.
Are you a little slut?
- Don't fucking lie to me! - Hey, what are you doing?
You sleep all fucking day, while she has boys up in the goddamn house, huh?
You? I'm the one who has to call and straighten this shit out!
Me! I'm the only one with any fucking decency.
You fucking...
Remember, it doesn't matter how shitty they are.
It still fucks you up when they're gone.
I'll call you.
Yeah.
Well, thanks, um,
for just being here.
It was good to see you.
Thanks again for your help.
Bye.
So, just for the record,
I'd have done this even if I'd won.
- Oh, really? - Mm-hmm.
- Really? - Mm-hmm.
Because you look a little scared.
Confidence.
So, then, uh, stop stalling.
Unless you're...
chicken.
How about that?
Somebody's gonna get hurt.
Are you good?
Let's do this.
Okay.
Oh, my God.
Oh.
I like this night.
Me too.
Here she is.
My little girl who cried when she killed a fucking turkey.
What you gonna do, hm?
What you gonna do, baby? You gonna shoot your daddy in the head?
Looks like you got the safety on.
Here, let me show you, okay, baby? Look.
On. Off.
See, sweetie? On. Off, baby girl.
Just like that. On, off.
Just breathe.
It's perfectly okay to keep a gun in the house,
if your kid's too stupid to know how to use it.
Shut up!
I never thought you could be more useless
than your mother, but guess what, honey?
You just won that fucking contest.
You're the fucking useless one!
The fuck did you say...
So... for the record,
we're, like, even now, right?
Right.
Oh my god.
Oh, my God.
- Finally. Oh my gosh. - Holy shit.
Whoa.
They did it.
- Wow. Okay. - Nice work, you two.
It was all Natalie.
So, what do we do with it now?
Well, first thing we got to do is bleed it out.
Who wants to try?
I'll give it a try.
Just right across the throat.
Hey.
I, uh, I kind of forgot that I had this.
Want to hold on to it?
Oh!
Are you okay?
Whoa. Hey...
you need to be more careful.
- Hello? - Hi. Shauna.
Oh, it's been so long.
It's Misty.
I thought I told you never to call me.
Even if something really big has happened?
Something that I know
you'd want to know about, but for some reason,
no one else has bothered to tell you.
I-I really don't have time for this, Misty.
Can you just fucking get it out?
Travis is dead.
Hello?
Shauna?
Hey, babe.
How was book club?
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