The Wilds (2019–…): Season 2, Episode 6 - Day 46/26 - full transcript
After expelling an alleged criminal from camp, the boys clash over how much mercy to show. Ivan's past choices have impacted his life and those around him. Leah's mind is playing tricks on her, while Martha's past comes back to ha...
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.
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...
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!
Martha! Marty...
Martha.
Martha!
Martha?
Martha! Martha!
Martha!
Marty?
You found her. Martha.
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.
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...
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!
Martha! Marty...
Martha.
Martha!
Martha?
Martha! Martha!
Martha!
Marty?
You found her. Martha.