Y: The Last Man (2021–…): Season 1, Episode 8 - Ready. Aim. Fire. - full transcript

Previously on
Y: The Last Man...

I have White House
credentials.

I worked for the president.
Nora Brady.

‐You're not on the list.
‐Do you smell that?

(laughing)
There's nobody here.

HERO:
It looks like your leg is hurt.

That is infected.
Where are you two staying?

I mean, we could be
really good here.

We could start over.

(stammers) Shit.

‐No, no, no, no, no, no!
‐She's a doctor!



She's hurt, right?
Your friend. She can help.

No!

Her, we can help.
What's she need?

She needs antibiotics.

LAURA:
We have beds, food.

What happened to Kate?
You're all pretending

like nothing happened.

We're not allowed
to be alone with you.

What's the first thing
men usually say to you?

Okay, Roxanne,
that's enough.

She lost her father,

her eight‐year‐old brother.
She's grieving!

Welcome, Athena.

(cheering)



This place isn't
all bad, right?

I don't think
they want me here.

I'd like you to stay
and join us.

You can be
whoever you want here.

Kate, you're past
the perimeter.

Shouldn't be out here.

I can't keep you safe
if you don't follow the rules.

‐I'm fine.
‐Let's get you dry.

You must be freezing.

‐I'm fine!
‐No.

Kate, just listen to me.

‐Just stay away from me.
‐No, no.

Just stop, okay?

‐I'm just gonna go, okay?
‐No.

‐I won't tell anyone.
‐No, no, no.

Just listen to me.

‐Kate!
‐(grunts)

(breathing heavily)

What is wrong with you?

Goddamn it!

(crying)
Kate.

Fuck!

‐Inside! Now!
‐JODI: Were those gunshots?

‐Everybody inside!
‐What's going on?

‐Attack positions!
‐Who's out there?

Where's Kate?

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(gunshot)

Holy shit.

ROXANNE:
All right, hold up.

Taylor.

You got to plant
your lower body. Yep.

You got to really dig
in down here. Yeah?

Watch Jodi.

She's like a redwood
when she's firing.

Well... damn.

‐Don't think he's gonna mess
with you again.
‐(chuckles softly)

She's a natural, folks.

(cheering, whooping)

Nice job, Hero.

Men have told you
what your body is for‐‐

to be looked at,

fucked, impregnated
and then discarded.

They don't respect it.
Why should you?

But what if your arms
were for holding,

and your legs were for running

and your body belonged to you?

We're stronger
than they told us we were.

Right, Hero?

Yeah. Yes.

ROXANNE:
That's right.

All right, next group
on the line. Let's go.

(quiet chatter)

Hey.

You got to try this.

SAM:
Uh, I'm good. Uh...

You're gonna like it.

It's just not my thing.

‐Let's not...
‐Just give it...

ROXANNE:
What's going on?

Um...

I‐I'm...
I'm just not a gun guy.

Oh.

Uh, but, uh,
that's just me,

so go for it.

What'd you do, Sam,
before all this?

Uh, I was an artist.
I worked in theater.

You worked in theater?

Gah. That sounds fun.

Was that fun?

Sometimes.

What the rest of us
are doing now

is trying to stay alive.

Learning to protect ourselves,

rather than asking
somebody else to do it for us.

That's a field you might need
a little practice in.

All right, on the line!
Let's go, Sam!

Ready, aim, fire!

‐(laughs) Hi, Mom.
‐(playful chatter)

We're in the lead.
We're in the lead.

‐Watch, Mom!
‐WOMAN: I'm trying, honey.

She's such a great kid.

We all really like her.

‐Oh, yeah. Thanks.
‐MACK: Hi, Mom.

I haven't seen her
this happy in a long time.

Where will you go?

What?

Well, when you leave,
I mean.

I mean,
we were planning to stay.

Oh, I‐I...
I just thought that

‐Roxanne had talked to you.
‐About what?

Nicole?

(kid whooping)

I shouldn't have said anything.

Fuck. I'm‐I'm sorry.

What‐what... what happened?
Was there a‐a vote or something?

We don't vote.

(playful chatter,
laughter continues)

WOMAN:
I'm trying, honey.

(playful chatter)

Why are you doing this?

She's 12 years old.

Mack's healthy.
She's feeling better.

This was always temporary.

I'll do whatever you want.

Just tell me what it is,
and I'll do it.

This group isn't for everybody.

Give you a few more days,

‐and then that's it. It's time.
‐(sighs)

‐It's not personal.
‐It feels fucking personal.

You'll find a group
where you fit in.

This is, what?
Your intuition?

You had a dream or something?

You don't like me because,
what, because I‐I...

I liked my husband?
Because I'm not 22?

You're angry.

I don't blame you.

I know what it's like to wake up
in a life you didn't ask for.

But I can't help you, Nora.

You're not our people.

We'll die out there.

(scoffs)
Give yourself some credit.

You made it this far.

(panting)

Police!

Make yourself known, right now,

if you do not want to get shot.

Police.

Anybody get eyes
on the shooter?

We didn't see anyone.

We just heard gunshots.

‐Who's out there?
‐ROXANNE: I don't know.

Didn't get a good look at them.

Them?

‐More than one?
‐Two, at least.

You can't stay here.
It's not safe.

We don't have
anywhere else to go.

KATE:
How'd you land this place?

Well, I used to shop here.

And then, after it happened,

I thought I would try
to get some supplies

and get 'em to the people
that needed it the most,

but this place was chaos.

Looting. People fighting,
shooting at each other.

Felt I had an obligation
to keep the peace.

Eventually,
they got the message.

Stopped coming. So...

I stayed. There's a couple
generators in the back.

Rigged up some space heaters.

You're a cop?

Detective.
Homicide. 11 years.

You got any idea

who might have wanted to take
a few shots at your place?

My experience, this type of
violence isn't usually random.

Not really. No.

So this house
that you're living in,

that's, like,
a group home situation?

Domestic violence?

Yes, ma'am.

Hey.

You don't have
to call me ma'am.

Habit.

You don't trust cops, do you?

KATE:
Nope.

ROXANNE:
Hey, I don't blame you.

Police don't always
believe you, right?

They don't want to get
involved in the romantic drama.

But in Homicide,
we see what happens

when a woman isn't listened to.

We've heard rumors
that some men survived.

‐Is that true?
‐Hey, it could be.

You think one of
your boyfriends found you,

tried to take a shot
at the house?

If there are men left, Nicky's
boyfriend's not one of them.

That fucker's dead for sure.

He's too dumb to survive.

(all chuckling)

So, who's the, uh,
counselor, group leader?

Uh, Virginia.

She left.

Middle of the night,
right after it happened.

That's a kick
in the soft stuff.

I always hated that bitch.

There it is.
What's your name?

Kate.

I like you, Kate.

Your house, it's remote.

One long road in.
Woods all around.

Lot of windows.

If it was safe before,
it's not safe now.

You could stay here.

It's clean, warm,
safe as it gets.

Well, we promised each other
we'd stay together

‐as long as we could.
‐Yeah.

That's beautiful. Really.

But I'm inviting all of you,
of course.

You're all welcome here.

There was only one other girl
on the force.

Patrol officer. Jenna.

One day, I'm in the break room.

I overhear a couple of guys
talking about her. You know...

her ass, her rack‐‐

nasty guy shit. So...

I find her and I tell her,
"Hey, just heads up,

watch out for these fuckers."

She tells me keep away from her.

Says I'm jealous
of the attention.

SAM: (quietly) Hmm,
maybe she just didn't like you.

What was that?

Sam?

Nothing.

‐Hero, you're up.
‐No.

I'm asking you.

(light applause)

ROXANNE:
Tell us about your dad.

He was an English professor.

He was really smart.

‐Um...
‐How'd he treat your mom?

He loved her. He respected her.

But?

I‐I don't know
what you want me to say.

You got siblings?

Or you want to talk about Sam?

‐I had a brother.
‐Brother. Okay.

Okay. Tell me about him.

‐He was one of the good ones.
‐Interrogate that.

HERO:
I had plenty of...

shitty guys
that we can talk about.

You had the same parents.

Same schools.

Same house.

How was your life different?

HERO:
Well, we were just different.

(Hero chuckles)

He was the funny one.

‐I think you're funny.
‐I think you're funny.

‐I think you're funny.
‐Well, my parents were

a lot harder on me.

(laughs) But I was
a lot harder to deal with.

ROXANNE:
'Cause you're a girl.

HERO:
No, 'cause I was a dick.

I have a temper.

I did shit they didn't like.

‐Drugs?
‐Sure.

‐Men?
‐Yeah.

‐But your brother,
he was the good one?
‐Not exactly.

I mean, he was
kind of a mess, too.

Can we move on?

‐Please?
‐Should we?

OTHERS:
No.

I'm sorry, it's just, he was...

the only...

(sighs)

...person in my family

that even remotely
understood me.

Sure.

He didn't judge you.

He loved you.

But I wonder...

...what did he say about you

‐when you weren't in the room?
‐I don't know.

‐I wasn't in the room.
‐When your parents

were angry at you,
he stuck up for you?

He didn't like to fight, but...

So he didn't.

‐I didn't say that.
‐So behind closed doors,

he had your back...

but when push came to shove,
he was quiet.

Why was that, I wonder.

Maybe he was okay
with your struggle.

What do you think, Sam?

Maybe his life felt better
by comparison.

I know the way.
I mean, I know the route.

That's where I came from.

They'll let us in
if Hero's with us.

I‐I could help you get there...

It's not up to me.

She can't be that stubborn,
can she?

Look, I know things were tense,

‐but‐but come on, I mean...
‐I can't speak for Hero.

You can talk to her.

She listens to you.

I know you don't like it here,
either.

Did I give you the impression
that we're friends?

Is this about who I worked for?

The bill?

You wanted to play sports with
your friends, and you couldn't.

I get it, but it wasn't me.
I didn't write it.

And honestly,
none of that matters now.

‐That's certainly
a position to take.
‐Sam!

You know, not everything is
about me being trans.

I just don't trust you.

And I never played
any fucking sports.

If you'd listen to a word I
said, you would have known that.

NORA:
This place has everything,
for now.

But there aren't
any more trucks coming.

Sooner or later,
the food will run out.

What happens then?

Good luck.

I... I, um, I found a map.

Smith Mountain Lake is only
a few days' hike from here.

It's all summer places.

It'd be empty.
We'd have our pick.

Come on.

You and me in a tacky mansion
on the water? I mean...

We could start our own thing.

You know?

People like us or... artists?

Just not so many guns.

It's not a bad idea
to learn how to shoot.

Yeah, okay, that's...
that's not really the issue.

‐Then what's the issue?
‐(laughs softly)

This isn't us.

I'm tired, Sam.

I don't want to do this
right now.

'Cause being in a cult
is fucking exhausting.

‐God, give me a fucking break.
‐And you know what?
You may as well

just join the NRA
while you're at it.

You know what? It's good here.
They've got food.

They've got clean water.

Why are you trying
to fuck this up?

You get that this is shitty
for me, right? I mean,

‐you get that?
‐It's shitty
because you're fighting it.

They keep talking
about how terrible men are.

Okay, but everybody likes you.

(chuckles)
So which is it?

Uh, they like me because
I'm‐I'm not really a man,

or I am, and I'm
just another fucking...

‐serial killer or rapist?
‐Sam.

‐Sam.
‐No, honestly,
it's fucking confusing.

One second,
Kelsey is all over me,

and then the next,
she literally can't look at me.

Kelsey's...

all over you?

Okay.

Hero, a fucking cop...

a cop playing therapist making
you hate your dead brother?

‐It's a joke.
‐She's not wrong.

That's bullshit.

‐You're...
‐You know what? I have an idea.

Why don't you just, like,
make the most of it here?

Fuck Kelsey,
if it'll cheer you up!

Oh, my God, Hero, what the fuck?

I mean it.

She is better for you anyway.

‐She's sweet
and a little bit dumb.
‐Better for me?

Than what?

Than you?

I am smart enough to know

the second I have you to myself,

that just starts the clock,
and then...

it's only a matter of time
until I'm in the discard pile

with all the rest of them.

"All the rest of them"?

Just say you don't want me
'cause you think I'm a whore.

‐ don't think that. You do.
I am not the voice in your head.
‐Why didn't you just

‐go with those guys to Vermont?
‐You know why!

You are...

my family, okay?

You are all I have.

So just come with me.

Please, just come.

We could go tonight.

(whispers)
It could be good here.

You've got me. I've got you.

No. No, you don't.

You never have.

If you loved me the way...

I love you,

you would keep
a single fucking promise.

But you can't.
And I am so stupid

‐for ever thinking that you...
‐ROXANNE: That's enough.

Leave her alone.

I am talking to my friend.

Doesn't sound like you're
talking to a friend to me.

Can you give us
a fucking minute? Please.

‐Apologize to Hero.
‐Roxanne, I'm... I'm fine.

He doesn't get to talk
to you like that.

(whispers)
Sam, just say you're sorry.

(scoffs softly)
No.

‐Sam...
‐No. I'm not sorry.

I am not.
This place is fucked up.

And you know it.

HERO:
We're just... tired.

He's just tired.

Please, Roxanne. I'm fine.

Okay.

All right, everybody,
show's over.

(scoffs softly)

(whispers)
Nice.

♪ ♪

(slow, quiet footsteps)

Knew you were stealing.

Just didn't know
where you were hiding it.

It's‐it's just enough for me,

for a couple days.

Well, you better get going.
She'll be awake soon.

She's a good person.

‐She just...
‐I know she is.

We'll take care of her.

She's not your problem anymore.

(door closes)

(Roxanne grunting)

(continues grunting)

Shit.

(clicking)

(sighs)
Okay, okay.

Fuck.

(clicking)

Oh, come on.

(clicking)

Jesus.

(flies buzzing)

(horse snorts)

Hi.

It's okay. I won't hurt you.

♪ ♪

(indistinct voices in distance)

(indistinct chatter)

(laughs)
She's home!

You guys, look! Look, look!

She's back!

(lively, indistinct chatter)

(whinnies)

(laughing in distance)

ROXANNE:
You don't need to do that.

(sniffles)

I just thought
that maybe we could, uh...

use this space for...

for something else.
(sniffles)

Did he tell you he was leaving?

Kelsey saw he was hiding
a stash of supplies.

He's been stealing for a while.

I don't think he's coming back.

(quietly)
Yeah.

(Hero sniffles)

Hey.

Come here. Come here.

‐Aw.
‐(crying)

Yeah.

Look at me. Look at me.

He doesn't deserve you.

‐I promised him
we were gonna stick together.
‐Yeah. Yeah, well,

he broke that promise, not you.

(sniffles)

You know my husband left me?

Eddie.

(scoffs)
He was a fucking asshole.

God, but he made me laugh.

We were together
since high school, right?

I put up
with so much shit from him.

(chuckles softly)

I thought he'd stick with me
when times got tough,

but I should've known better.

Men aren't good at staying.

Fuck him. Yeah?

(sniffles)

I got just the thing
to cheer you up.

What is this?

It's a Fuck 'Em party.

What is it, Jodi?

It's a We're Better Off
Without 'Em party.

‐(sniffles) But I thought...
‐Our bodies are temples?

They are.

And who do they belong to?

‐WOMEN: Us!
‐ROXANNE: And if we want

to throw a party
in our fucking temple,

‐we throw a party! Kelsey.
‐WOMEN: Yeah! (cheer)

Some asshole's boner pills.

We don't need that shit anymore.

Chuck it in the fire.

Go on.

They're waiting for you.

(shouts)

(all cheering)

Yeah!

("God's Whisper" by Raury
playing)

♪ I ♪

♪ Won't ♪

♪ Compromise ♪

♪ I ♪

♪ Won't ♪

♪ Live a life ♪

♪ On my knees ♪

♪ You ♪

♪ Think ♪

♪ I am nothing ♪

♪ I am
nothing ♪

♪ You've ♪

♪ Got something coming ♪

♪ Something coming ♪

♪ Because ♪

♪ I hear God's whisper. ♪

(laughter, indistinct chatter)

♪ I see the way you shine ♪

♪ Take your hands, my dear,
and place them both in mine ♪

♪ You know you stopped me dead
while I was passing by... ♪

Kiddo!

‐Come here!
‐I'm dancing.

Just for a minute, okay?

♪ Ooh, I see you, see you ♪

♪ See you every time... ♪

Look so cute.

I was thinking, um,

maybe we could go back home.

‐There's nothing there.
‐NORA: I mean,

I mean, back to D. C.,
to the city.

They have big camps there.

What‐what happened?
Did you do something?

(laughs)
What? No.

‐Are they making us leave?
‐NORA: No, no, no, no, no.

No. No, no, no. There's... No.

There's‐there's too many
of us here.

We're‐we're better off
on our own.

I'm not stupid.
I know they don't like you.

‐Hey.
‐I'm not leaving.

‐Hey!
‐I'm not leaving!

‐Mack.
‐MACK: I‐I like it here.

‐I have friends here.
‐That's enough. Hey!

‐Dad would've let me s...
‐NORA: Well,

Daddy's not here!
You're stuck with me.

Mackenzie.

Mackenzie, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

♪ I've been dancin'
my whole life ♪

♪ But you just beg
to see me dance ♪

♪ Just one more time ♪

♪ Ooh, I see you, see you,
see you every time. ♪

(couch creaks softly)

(glass breaks)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

‐(horse neighs)
‐NORA: Wake up! Wake up!

Wake up, Hero. Hero, wake up.

(women screaming, shouting)

The building is on fire.
We have to get outside

right now. Come on. Come on.

‐(meows)
‐Mack!

Mack, come on! Come on!

ROXANNE:
Everybody out!

‐WOMAN: Hey, let's go!
Come on.
‐(coughing)

(indistinct chatter)

(glass shatters)

ROXANNE:
Is everyone okay?

(gasping for air)

(metal creaking)

(panting)

Fuck!

(grunts)
Fucker!

Goddamn it!

(yells)

(screaming)

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter, laughter)

Okay.

(engine starts)

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

(engine stops)

♪ Fall back ♪

♪ Into place ♪

♪ Fall back into ♪

♪ Fall back
into ♪

♪ Fall back in. ♪

(women and girls screaming)

Go. Inside. Go.

Inside!

ROXANNE:
Police!

Make yourself known right now.

(piano playing "In the Hall
of the Mountain King")

(song ends)

‐OLDER WOMAN: Yeah!
‐Jesus Christ.
‐(hits note)

‐(laughs)
‐Who are you? What are you...

‐What are doing here?
‐But can you play "Chopsticks"?

I'm Mrs. Blackwell.

Principal Blackwell.

Sam.

You were...

‐You're still here?
‐Of course.

One day,
the children will be back.

Well, that was impressive.

Is that what you did before?

Uh, music? Uh...

No. Uh...

I was an artist, kind of,

‐but not this.
‐What kind of an artist?

‐(chuckles) The struggling kind.
‐Well, that doesn't
really narrow it down.

No. Um...

It was performance art.

‐It was theater.
‐And now?

(plays note)

Um...

I'm leaving. I'm sorry.

Take your time.

It's okay.

"Play it again, Sam."

This has been the highlight
of my day.

(playing "Chopsticks")

(Blackwell laughs)

(vocalizing "Chopsticks")

‐(stops playing)
‐Fuck me.

‐(chickens clucking)
‐(indistinct chatter)

ATHENA:
Okay, a‐are you
counting illiterate?

‐This is 29, not 25.
‐I'm sorry. I'll start over.

You said
you would put the fire out

‐before we went to bed
last night.
‐I never said that.

‐Who heard Nicky say that?
‐Oh, so, what?

‐All of this is my fault, then?
‐Come on, it's nobody's fault.

‐It's nobody's fault.
‐She said she'd put it out,
and she didn't.

The whole goddamn building
went up in flames.

Well, maybe
if you weren't so fucked‐up

‐last night, Jodi.
‐Cut it out, I mean it.

‐NICOLE: Yeah.
‐JODI: Fuck off, Roxanne.

‐What did you say? Say it again.
‐You heard me.

‐See? You see what I mean?
‐Yeah, I do.

HALEY:
We could go back
to the house.

‐TAYLOR: There's no food.
‐HALEY: Okay.

A couple days' walk
to the Baltimore camp.

TAYLOR:
What about everyone else?

HALEY:
There's not enough food
for everyone...

(indistinct chatter)

You okay?

Not really.

Yeah.

My mom and I never got along.

I left home when I was 17
and, uh, never came back.

She died a few years later,

‐and every day si...
‐What are you
fucking talking about?

I know your mom a little bit.

I know how tough she can be.

But I promise you,
whatever happened,

she forgives you.

We can leave tonight.

I know the way.
I can get us to the Pentagon

‐in a couple...
‐I'm not going there.

WOMAN: (on video)
...we see what happens
when a woman isn't listened to.

I can't even look at him,
the psychopath.

MAN: (on video) You want to take
the perp walk or should I?

(indistinct chatter)

(insects trilling)

♪ ♪

(breathing sharply)

(chuckles)

(exhales sharply)

‐(wings flapping)
‐(bird squawks)

(squawking)

♪ ♪

(flies buzzing)

(flies buzzing)

♪ ♪

(sighs)

(clicks tongue)

What is wrong with people?

(scoffs)

(panting)

(doors slide open)

‐(shotgun cocks, fires)
‐No! No!
‐(gun fires)

(exhales)

(exhales)

‐(gunshot)
‐(grunts)

(groans)

(gunshots continue)

(panting)

(gunshot)

Ah.

(sighs)

None of this
is salvageable.

I don't know
if you know this,

but I used to work in politics.

You have
a communications problem.

I'm pretty tired, Nora.

Can we talk about this later?

We're gonna talk
about it now.

It's smart,
as a jumping‐off point.

A common enemy. Men.

And with the histories
of the women here,

I mean, that was
compelling to them.

What the fuck
are you talking about?

The problem is, the men
who beat the shit out of them,

who made their lives miserable,

they're all dead.

And it wasn't
your magnetic personality

and leadership skills
that kept these women around.

You had stuff they wanted,
and that's about it.

(Roxanne grunts softly)

I don't have time
for this right now.

Honestly?

I don't know
why you're still here.

You need me.
You just don't know it yet.

Oh, yeah?
Why would I need you?

Because I know how
to get them to stay.

Your instincts are strong,

but you're not as good a liar
as you think you are.

I went for a walk
down by the river,

and I saw
something interesting.

What were you doing
outside the perimeter?

‐I found that police car.
‐You found that police car?

‐That's right.
‐What police car?

You killed those people,
didn't you?

(scoffs)
You sound insane.

Whatever it is
that you think you know...

The only thing
that will keep you

safe out there...

is numbers.

You don't need the building.

You need the people.

But to keep them,

you're gonna need more
than "men suck."

What do you expect to get
out of this, I wonder?

I'm in the inner circle
from now on.

You run things by me.

And I want privileges.

Mack and I eat first.

‐That's not how we do it.
‐Well, if there's not enough

to go around, you'll make sure
there's enough for us.

We get first dibs on everything.

And you'll never talk about

my husband or my son...

...ever again.

It's up to you.

You can go out there
and tell them the truth.

About what you are.

Or...

you can go out there

and be the thing
you so desperately want...

to be.

TERRY:
You don't get
to fire people.

I don't know how many times
I got to tell you that.

But if you had been there,

‐you would've done the same...
‐It's too much of

an ass‐ache for me.

‐It ain't gonna happen.
‐Terry,

‐I am...
‐Assistant Manager.

Assistant.
This is a you fuckup.

‐Don't you forget that.
‐(sighs)

Travis.

Stop drawing titties on
the mirrors in the break room.

Oh. Okay.

The breast drawings are
not the issue.

He grabbed
Jenna B's rear end!

‐Well, I don't hear her
complaining.
‐(chuckles softly)

She doesn't have to,
because I did, formally.

If you could read,

‐you might've seen it.
‐Goddamn it, Roxanne.

That's enough
of your petty shit.

TRAVIS:
I can read, Terry.

‐Just so you know.
‐I don't care.

And knock it off with the dick
pics, too. You're on notice.

I get one more
complaint about you,

I'm gonna start taking shifts
away. You understand?

Yeah, Terry. Okay.

TERRY:
Good. Go away.

(exhales sharply)

That is not gonna do anything.

He's just gonna keep on...

Goddamn it, Roxanne.

I spend half my day
managing your bullshit.

He's just a kid.

Cut him some slack.

He's 30 years old, Terry.

He and Jenna have been
playing grab‐ass all year.

She likes the attention.

Until she complains...

She's a frickin' teenager,
Terry.

She doesn't want
to make trouble.

Well, maybe you could
learn something from her.

Look, I get it.

You've been here a long time,

and you used to kind of
be the belle of the ball.

Are you saying that
I am jealous of Jenna?

Are you serious?

I'm just saying,

maybe you came back too soon?

Maybe you need to take
a few more weeks to rest?

Oh, yeah? How am I gonna
pay my frickin' bills?

Look, I wasn't gonna
say anything, but...

Brittany saw you
steal a box set.

‐I did not steal any...
‐Law & Order, season ten.

I‐I know you've been
strapped for cash since Eddie,

but that's a fireable offense.

It was in
the bargain bin, okay?

‐(Terry sighs)
‐The package was...

You know, you can pretty much
watch Law & Order

whenever you want.

Just turn on the TV,
and there it is.

Now my hands are tied.

I got to put you
on notice, too.

Jesus Christ, Terry. Really?

I don't know what
you want me to tell you.

You want to be in charge?
Go work somewhere else.

Now, I don't pay you to
sit there and complain all day.

Get your ass out there.

KELSEY:
Okay, so, this one

is will, and this one

is logic.

But your will line is bigger.

HERO:
Yeah, that doesn't surprise me.

(chuckles softly)

I'm not dumb, you know.

(sighs) Shit. Um...

Kelsey, I didn't mean that.

‐I was...
‐You know, Hero,

you can't get to know someone

unless you give 'em a chance.

You're right.

Okay.

Oh, my God.

That's the Ring of Solomon.

Is that a bad thing?

No.

That means you'll serve others
for the good of mankind.

(scoffs)

That doesn't sound like me.

Yes, it does.

Hey, everybody, listen up.

(low chatter)

What happened here is a tragedy.

Y'all know I had a bout
of cancer a few years back.

Took one of my tits.

Lost my health insurance,
my life savings,

bunch of fair‐weather friends.

My husband left me...

few months into the treatment,
couldn't take the heat.

Fuck him, he wasn't some prize,
but that didn't feel good.

I could've given up right then,

thrown in the towel, you know?

What's a broke,
45‐year‐old woman

with one tit and no man
good for in this fucking world?

‐You ever heard of the Amazons?
‐From...

‐from Wonder Woman.
‐ROXANNE: No, no,

the originals.

Greek mythology.

Warrior women.

Daughters of gods.

Whole city of women,
living on the bank of a river.

And they made their own rules.

And when people fucked with
them, when men fucked with them,

they never backed down.

They were killers. Conquerors.

Sliced off one of their tits

so their arrows
would shoot straighter.

I learned about that
after my cancer,

when I was picking myself
back up,

looking at all
the pieces of my life,

trying to figure out
what any of it was for.

And instead of giving up,

I thought about them.

There are so many
women out there

who still think
that they have lost something.

But not us.

We celebrate
the absence of fear.

We embody it.

This is an opportunity
to take what we deserve,

to be fearless.

Let the rest of them cower.

That is all
that they were taught.

But not us.

We are warrior women,

daughters of the Amazons,

and this is our world now!

‐Yeah!
‐(cheering, whooping)

Yeah!

(cheering continues)

(whoops)

‐(cheering, whooping)
‐Hell yeah!

Yeah!

(whoops)

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