Previously on Yellowjackets...
The People v. Benjamin Scott.
We find you... guilty.
Any idea what they're planning on doing with me?
They're coming at dusk, the firing squad.
It's about Lottie.
She's dead.
Did Lottie see her dad
the day she died?
She's been living with him for weeks.
Oh. Hello. Checkmate.
Your cancer has stopped metastasizing.
- This is a sign, Van. - Can we just enjoy
the time we have left?
The gas is a conduit.
Travis, you're probably the only person
that I can actually trust.
Her eyes.
Coach Scott. He kept me from falling.
Okay, please.
He's our bridge home.
What are you doing? Oh, my God, Melissa, please!
He won't be going anywhere.
Someone's trying to hurt you, Shauna.
It's about Lottie. She's dead.
Jesus, Shauna.
It's almost 2 a.m.
- Hi. Sorry. - Where were you?
I was about to call the cops,
and you know how I feel about the cops now.
Sorry. I-I had to go into the city for...
Oh, fuck, Jeff.
You don't know. Um...
Lottie is... dead.
Oh, my God.
- Are you sure? - Yeah.
They found her body in the basement
of her dad's apartment building.
The cops say it was an accident, but come on.
Disgraced cult leaders
don't just fall down the stairs and die.
- Wait. You're not saying... - I am.
I am saying that Lottie was murdered.
What? No.
Cal.
Oh, fuck.
What the fuck?
Callie, I'm-I'm so sorry. Do you...
do you want to talk?
I think I fucked up.
Someone left this for you.
It... it had your name on it,
but I opened it anyway.
I didn't listen to it, I don't know how,
but maybe whoever sent it
had something to do with what happened to Lottie.
Okay, change of plans.
Both of you, pack a bag, just the essentials.
Now! Lottie's dead.
The brakes, the freezer, now this?
Do I have to spell it out for you?
Someone is trying to kill us.
Um, morning.
Brought your breakfast.
It doesn't look infected.
Oh, that's great. Thanks, doc.
And you know what infections look like?
I know what pus looks like.
Eat.
Nat...
why am I still here?
You were spared.
So, what, someone has a bullshit vision,
and I get to suffer indefinitely?
Wow.
What a miracle.
Alive's still better than dead.
Why don't you take a look around?
I'm sitting in here, with the rest of the meat,
just waiting to be carved up.
That's not living, Nat.
That's why I was thinking maybe, uh...
maybe you could just kill me.
- Stop. - No, really.
I mean, you're the leader and-and a good one.
You always know what needs to be done.
Yeah, I'm their leader.
And there's no way
that I'm taking away their hope of going home.
- Oh, my God. - Or your hope of going home.
You won't always feel like this.
I promise.
Eat.
Just bring me a knife.
Your hands can stay clean.
Bon appétit.
You know, the gun would be quick.
Painless.
And I'd say what? I tripped and shot you?
I need a bath. You could take me down to the stream.
It's slippery down there.
I could have an accident.
Eat. Eat.
Eat.
Oh, man. It is getting ripe in here.
Maybe you do need a bath.
Natalie.
We are done talking about this.
Just eat.
I did it, you know that?
I tried to kill you.
I took the matches, and I lit a couple of rags,
and I shoved them into some cracks in the cabin walls.
It was so fucking easy.
Where'd you get the rags?
What? I-I tore up some blankets.
Why does that matter?
I tried to kill you, Nat.
All of you, but especially you.
- I don't believe you. - Well, I did.
I hid in the woods.
I smelled the smoke, and I waited to hear your screams.
I said, I don't believe you.
Goddamn it. You sentenced me to death.
Now you need to keep that promise.
Natalie...
p-please.
Sorry.
- I'm done. - What?
Someone else nurses him from now on.
Add "bring Ben breakfast" to the chore list.
I'm over it.
It's getting so cold at night already.
We're gonna have to spend another winter here.
Yeah, but at least this time, we're prepared.
Furs, food, shelter.
Couldn't think of an F-word for that.
Fun huts?
Do you think Mel has to wear Jackie's clothes
when they make out?
She definitely makes Mel call her "Shipman."
- Yeah. Hi. - Be nice.
Look, we both agree it's, you know, weird,
but they're not hurting anyone.
I don't know. Shauna seems...
Happy? Yeah, hardly.
She seems better.
Seems better.
Uh, I'm really sorry, Misty.
It-It's just, we're really backed up,
and-and if the boss catches me doing favors, I...
I-I understand if you can't risk it, Karl.
But it is an emergency.
You know, the kind you can only trust to a friend.
Well, I-I mean, it's really important...
You're the best, Karl!
Oh. What-what...
what is it, though?
Oh, it's just some biological material collected
from under the fingernails of a dead woman.
What?
D-Do the police know you have this?
Is this from a murder?
Where's Shauna?
What did you say to her?
She won't respond to my texts.
This... is... my investigation.
Back off, assface.
Put that in your pipe and smoke it, Sherlock.
Cal, why don't you, uh,
go check out your room? You got to be exhausted.
Yeah, sure.
Why would I want to know more about being marked for death?
So... how bad is it?
Was it like the stuff from the journals?
I don't know what's on the tape, Jeff.
I've had it for five minutes.
I don't even know how to play the stupid thing.
I... I need...
um, the truth.
That is the truth, I-I swear.
Well...
We know it can't be good.
And that it's almost definitely connected
to something from back then.
And we know that somebody...
somebody has it out for you.
And they know where we live.
God...
Hey. Hey.
Hmm?
I am not gonna let anyone hurt you or Callie. Okay?
I will take care of this.
But I need you to trust me.
Yeah. Fine.
But I need you to trust me.
Okay. Deal.
Hey, you okay?
Yeah. I just need a minute. I'm just a little dizzy.
Well, when's the last time you ate?
- I don't know. - Okay.
I'm gonna go down to the lobby.
I saw a snack machine down there.
- I'll get you something. - No, no, no.
It's okay. I can go.
I'll go. I just...
- Okay. No. No. - Oh...
- Lay down. That's it.
- Okay. - That's it.
Okay.
Ah, yeah...
You're so sweet.
Hey, you know what a snack connoisseur I am.
That is true.
I'd probably bring back those
little orange peanut butter crackers.
Mm.
- I'll be back in a jiffy. - Okay.
Hey, I'll use my secret knock.
Which one? Oh.
You know, surprise me.
Hello.
I need to talk to Van, now.
So call Van, I'm busy.
You know that Van and I aren't friends like that,
and besides, you're probably less than five feet away
from her right now.
It's for you.
Hello?
Van, it's an emergency. I have a cassette tape,
but not a normal one.
Do you have a way to play it?
Yeah.
I definitely have the ability to play
any and all unidentified tapes.
Okay, well, there are letters on it.
Uh, D, A, T.
A DAT tape? Why do you have a DAT tape?
Can you play it?
Uh... yeah.
Actually, I think I do have a DAT player
somewhere buried in all my shit.
I just have to find it.
But, uh, I could drop it
to your place, like, later this week.
What part of "emergency" did you not understand?
We are at the Jolly Hitcher.
Can you just bring it here, please?
We have to find out what's on this tape.
Well...
Room service.
I think Shauna's finally cracked.
She wants me to hand-deliver some old-ass DAT tape player
to her secret Jolly Hitcher hideout.
Apparently, it's an emergency.
The curse continues.
The brakes. The freezer.
Obsolete technology.
- Ms. Turner. - Yes.
- We have the filet mignon, rare. - Oh.
A bacon cheeseburger with fries.
- Ooh. - And of course,
two Maine lobsters with drawn butter on the side.
Did I somehow manage to knock you up?
Will there be anything else?
- Actually, I would... - No, no.
Please get out, just... And you, too.
- I'm sorry. Sorry. Just... - No.
Lovely. It was so n... But goodbye.
God...
What is with you?
What?
Lottie's dead.
And Shauna is melting down.
And you don't seem to give a shit about anything
but self-care.
You're right.
I feel like everything is falling apart, Van.
I lost my family, my career,
Lottie, Nat...
Oh, yeah.
The love of my life is battling cancer.
And I have tried, but I can't fix any of it!
So maybe f-for now I just want to feel good.
If only to feel something.
You know, I understand about being
in a live-for-the-moment kind of place...
but our friend sounded really scared just now.
About a tape?
I mean, who even uses DAT tapes anymore, anyway?
In my experience, like, weird garage bands
and super intense birders and...
Get dressed right now.
So, uh...
you and Lottie disappeared again yesterday.
The caves?
Are you even seeing anything new?
I'm seeing as much as I'm supposed to.
The messenger changes, the messages are for all of us.
Akilah...
Look, I-I, uh, I just, um...
I'm just worried about you. That's...
Fine.
Okay, but I do have a lot of chores to do
before it gets dark.
Morning, Coach.
Things must be grim if you're subbing in.
Mm.
Oh, yeah. Sorry about that.
I'm between cleaning ladies.
Good help really is hard to find out here.
What the fuck?
Coach?
What the fuck are you doing?
So he just stopped eating?
- Like a hunger strike? - There was at least
a week's worth of rotten food stashed in there.
Did you know about this?
No.
I mean, he can't die. He's our bridge home.
Akilah, you've been going to the caves.
What else have you seen?
Just little things. Like, uh,
my family or us playing soccer.
Uh, Mr. Rigby's biology class.
- All stuff from home. - But it's all stuff from before.
Like, it might not be the future.
What are you saying?
I'm just trying to figure it out.
Yeah, maybe you shouldn't.
Look, whatever any of us think of the visions...
this bridge thing is giving us hope.
Winter's right around the corner.
I mean, we're gonna need that.
So we need to convince him to eat.
I don't think it's gonna be that easy, Tai.
I might have an idea.
I'm sorry.
Yeah. You should be sorry.
Look left. Consider it a peace offering.
Misty Quigley?
Who's asking?
He said you'd be like this.
One moment, please?
With Mr. Tattersall's deepest apologies.
Lottie's trash.
I couldn't see anything in it,
but maybe a master investigator will.
I can't believe
Lottie thought about this before me.
The definition of his cheekbones
has definitely become more pronounced.
I failed him, I failed you.
I'm just... so, so sorry.
It's okay, Misty. It's not your fault.
Do you...
you ever think that...
um...
keeping him alive was a mistake?
I mean, you've seen him, he's...
- basically a zombie. - No.
He's going to be fine.
I've kept him alive before, I can do it again.
But he's suffering.
Misty, he needs our help.
And this is going to help him, okay?
Let me take it from here.
'Kay?
Hey, um...
Is he really that bad?
Yeah, he's really fucking bad.
What if what Akilah saw is just bullshit?
I mean, like, Lottie said stuff all the time
that didn't make any sense, and...
But then there would be, like, a bear,
or birds falling from the sky,
or something, right?
Weren't you the one who said that she would have the visions?
Yeah...
And I know what I saw, I-I'm just, um...
Forget it.
Doesn't matter anyways,
does it? Um...
Oh.
There you are.
Hello?
Van?
Tai?
Taissa?
Um...
I can't...
Help.
Okay.
Do you want the yellow box cutter
or the red one?
We have so many options.
Van?
No, I-I got what I needed.
Let's go.
Find Bamboo Café.
Why would Lottie eat at a restaurant
with a 2.5 star rating,
a "C" health rating from the city, and, uh...
no vegetarian options?
Lisa?
They say the two best days of your life
are when you buy a boat and when you sell a boat.
But they never account for that third day
when your friendly neighborhood repo gals simply take it away.
See that? That ain't right.
All right.
They always do.
My boat! My boat!
Not my boat!
What the fuck?
Repo Divorcées?
- What the hell is this? - Hey.
Get the hell out of my yard!
- You can't take a man's boat! - Oh.
Thank you, thank you.
I-I really appreciate this.
Tha-Thank you. Okay.
Um...
Yeah, so, I-I have to go out.
- Where? - Uh...
That was Van.
I'm gonna find out what was on that tape.
I'll go with you.
No, Jeff. Somebody has to stay with Callie.
This is such bullshit.
Like it or not, I'm a part of this,
and you guys need to stop acting like I'm helpless.
You don't need to protect me.
Actually, Cal,
that's exactly what we have to do.
And not because you're helpless,
but because we're your parents.
And, while, if I'm being completely honest,
we haven't always been the best at keeping you safe...
We're trying to do better.
I just want our family to be okay.
We will be, Cal.
We will be.
Okay.
Oh.
Thank you.
Bye.
Ben, I'm here as a friend
to ask you to eat.
Please.
Go away.
Then I'm sorry.
You've left me with no choice.
What the fuck is this?
- Okay. - No!
- All right. Hold him down. - No, no.
- Travis, you grab him. - No, no. Get off me.
- Don't struggle. His other arm. - Get off of me.
Get him up here.
- Lift him up, lift him up. - No.
Try to relax, or else it'll make it worse.
This is for your own good.
Okay?
It's okay.
Don't fight anymore.
It's gonna get worse.
I hope you're fucking sure about this.
Is that all of it?
That was fucked.
You think that he kept it all down?
We'll get better at it.
Service here sucks.
I'm sorry.
Why can you not just
let me fucking die?
Because we can't.
You can't.
We just can't.
You can't.
Talk to me.
Listen to me.
Answer me.
Please.
I need to see if there's anything I missed.
You had us come all the way out here
and you don't invite us in?
We need privacy.
Plus, Jeff's already in his sleeping boxers.
Let's listen to it.
Let's fucking listen to it.
Testing, testing.
One, two, three.
Oh, my God. What is this?
Fine.
Is that my delivery?
Shit!
Hi, Lisa.
Misty.
I'm sorry. You can have the money.
I don't want any trouble, just...
leave my bike alone.
Oh.
Well, your bike is fine.
No, don't...
I'm just trying to find out who killed Lottie.
Who...
You think I did it?
Well, she took all of your money
and your freedom
and... oh, my God... your clothes.
Yeah, I was in a cult that ruined my life.
I don't recommend it.
But murder?
Not all of us turn our trauma into stabby-stabby.
Well, if it wasn't you, maybe you know who it could be?
You're not gonna leave me alone, are you?
I took an oath.
And vacation days at work.
Fine. I'll tell you what I know,
but we stay out in the open
where everybody can see if you try to murder me.
Again.
No!
The only people that even know about this
are either us or dead.
So we destroy it. Give it to me.
Well, it's not like this is gonna be the only copy.
I mean, it's obviously a threat,
but right now, it's just a threat to me.
What, you still think this is Misty's doing?
No, I-I know it's not Misty, okay?
But it came to my house.
It was part of a series of events targeting me,
and I will...
Um...
Sorry.
- Hang on. - You will... what?
Shauna?
It's, uh...
Sorry. I have to go.
- It's an emergency. - What kind of emergency?
An emergency.
Well...
Could you...
What the fuck?
Hello?
Where is everyone?
Hold on, hold on, hold on.
Hold on.
Wait. No, no, no.
Hey.
Shit.
- I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. - Hey.
- I don't know what it means. - It's okay.
I don't... I don't know what any of it means.
It's okay.
It's you.
Why do you have that knife?
Just go back to bed.
No, I can't... I can't let you do this.
You don't need to be here.
To be a part of this.
Just go somewhere else.
Nat, please don't do this.
You know they won't forgive you.
I don't care. You saw him.
I have to do this if nobody else will.
Okay.
I'll keep an eye out for anyone.
But hurry. Sun's about to rise.
Please.
Thank you.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. What did you do?
It's done.
No. No, no, no, no, no.
What did you do? What did you do?
Holy shit, Nat.
- Are you hurt? - Oh, my God.
No.
Yes, I'm sorry.
- Murderer! Murderer! - Whose blood is that?
- Arrest her! - I don't know, I just got here.
Let's talk about this.
- No, she killed him! - Holy shit.
Holy shit, Nat. What did you do?
I kept a promise.
What the fuck?
Misty, I-I wouldn't...
Come here.
There you go.
That's better.
Stop it.
Goodbye, Ben.
It was the right thing to do.
I'm sorry, but it's true.
- He was suffering. - Shut the fuck up.
Yeah, shut the fuck up.
How are we gonna get home now?
What were you thinking?
You do not get to make that decision
for all of us.
Okay. We're gonna have another trial.
- We had one for Ben... - No more trials.
- But then what... - She's obviously
guilty, she just confessed.
We put her in charge, and instead
of doing what was right for us,
she did what she wanted to do.
I think it's obvious what happens now.
Shauna will lead us.
I get that you guys are angry,
but we are still a team,
and we can't let this break us.
When people die out here,
we honor them.
So tonight, we'll honor Coach Scott, too.
We'll give the Wilderness what It wants.
And what about Natalie?
She's just gonna get away with it?
Natalie will prepare the feast.
Well...
things have been crazy lately, all right?
But I just wanted to, you know, assure you
that your mother and I, we got it all under control.
And, hey, I won't let anything happen to you.
Okay, I...
I do have one question,
- I guess. - Sure.
- Yeah, shoot. - Are you calling or folding?
Or are you just stalling?
I'll call.
Oh.
That's good.
- Aces. - Ah.
I think I just got hustled.
This would be mine.
You sandbagging them?
Callie, can I speak with you?
We need to have one of our special mother-daughter chats.
Recording my conversations?
- Are you serious? - Why wouldn't I?
I have a right to know what's coming for us, too.
What would you know about it? You're a child.
I'm the same age you were.
Go.
Go now.
Join your father
before I do something I regret.
I just want to be close to you.
I thought you wanted that, too.
moves into defense
and clears it out of the zone.
Had a lot of space there, with the golden...
You'll want to start with a joint.
Helps me to cover my eyes, but I know what I'm doing.
Here.
For you, this...
this will help.
Last time I saw her, she ordered a bunch of food
and gave me 50K in cash as a tip.
The envelope just said,
"I'm sorry."
She gave you $50,000 and you just took it?
You didn't ask any follow-up questions?
When bad things happen to me,
I've learned to take that and move on.
Finally, one good thing happened to me,
so I took that and moved on.
You should try giving that a shot.
My best friend died at that compound that night.
And don't kid yourself.
Your best friend didn't die.
You killed her.
Natalie and I had a complicated relationship.
Yeah, she seemed thrilled when you showed up.
You know she was trying to be better?
She was getting better, but you fuckers couldn't
- let her go. - Listen to me,
you little punk.
We had a bond you can't even begin to understand.
Whatever! I don't actually care.
But there's no murderer.
Charlotte fell down a flight of stairs.
That's pretty cut and dry.
Yeah, it's too cut and dry.
Even you must be able to see that.
No, I can't.
But if you're determined to go down this path,
start with your friends.
Taissa.
She met up with Charlotte the day she died.
- That's ridiculous. - I saw them.
Right outside the café.
Van!
Van! Please. You got to help me!
Tai, what the fuck?
Why are you still up, huh?
You should really get some sleep.
We need to talk.
Call me.
The results, as requested.
Next time you're in the city, maybe we could get a coffee.
In your dreams, Karl.
What good is a DNA profile without samples
to compare it to?
Ugh.
Fine.
I can't make anything of this.
Maybe you'd have better luck.
What you did for Ben... to Ben...
it was, like, really, really...
I know.
And you shouldn't have done it.
You know what?
Yeah, you were right.
She does seem better.
This is wrong.
This isn't how it's supposed to happen.
Sing.
Ben?
No!
Hello.
What the fuck?