Yellowjackets (2021–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - Bear Down - full transcript

Previously, on
"Yekkowjackets"...

O Lord,
please accept Coach Martinez

into your glory.

And flight attendant Janet,
pilot Robert,

pilot Fred...

Yeah, we got a ration.

We're not gonna starve to death.

When the rescue team gets here...

- If it gets here.
- Don't say that. They're coming.

Can you throw
that shit out already?

Dad gave it to me



so my ears wouldn't pop.

Don't you understand?
Dad is fucking dead!

- You found Travis?
- Talk about somebody

who didn't want to be found.

- What's that?
- It's his pay stub.

Looks like he's been working

at a place called
Willow Brook Ranch.

- Oh, God.
- Travis didn't kill himself.

This is the last thing
Travis wrote before he died.

Do you know
what you're right about?

Sorry, I'm not allowed
to give up room information.

I'm his wife.

He just hasn't texted me

the room number yet.



- Why are you here?
- I was just getting a drink.

But actually,
I'm starting to think maybe

something out there
has other ideas.

What happened?

Sammy punched him in the face.

Whatever they say about me,

I hope you know it isn't true.

I know.
You're not the bad one.

Is someone else the bad one?

Guys, there's a lake.
It looks about four or five miles away.

Look.

Guys, it's here.

I don't see anybody.

I just have a bad feeling
about this place.

Bad feeling?

I don't believe in that shit.

"Mountain Song"
by Jane's Addiction plays...

Dad.

Hey...

I don't know what
you're so scared of, Natty.

You've already got blood
on your hands.

We're almost there.

It's been waiting for us.

Lottie.

It's okay.

He's gone. Remember?

We buried him.

I think bad things
happened here.

"Mountain Song"
by Jane's Addiction

Yeah?

Hey, Nat.

I just wanted to call
and see how you're holding up,

you know,
since the whole Travis thing.

Down the mountain...

I would never want
to presume to say

that I know exactly
what you're going through,

but-but I wanted to make sure
that you know

that this was not your fault.

Why the fuck would
Travis' murder be my fault?

Uh, well, you know,
the coroner ruled it a suicide,

and do people usually write
notes before they're murdered?

Or is that really more
of a suicide thing?

Think about it.

We both get the same
creepy postcard in the mail,

and then Travis
just turns up dead?

You think that was
a coincidence?

I don't know what he thought
I was right about,

I just know
I'm right about this.

Travis didn't
fucking kill himself.

And I'm gonna find out who did.

Well, it sounds like
you're gonna need some help.

Uh, first of all,

I know a guy who can probably
get us into Travis' email.

Uh, but before
we fire that missile,

I think we should
get together and strategize.

You know, pop a few pins
on the old corkboard.

I have one, obviously,

um, but we could use yours

if you prefer. I...

- Jell-O!
- I'm working a shift right now,

but what do you say we meet
at my house at 1900 hours?

I've got plans.

Oh. With who?

Don't worry about it.

Uh, tomorrow, then?

Nat?

"No Return" by Craig Wedren
and Anna Waronker plays...

♪ It was cool, nothing fire ♪

♪ Nothing broke ♪

♪ Keep simple ♪

♪ Nothing tired, nothing old ♪

♪ Same as you ♪

♪ Same as you ♪

♪ Oh, so cute, so revival ♪

♪ So alone ♪

♪ Birthday suit, just a smile ♪

♪ No one home ♪

♪ Same as you ♪

♪ Same as you ♪

vocalizing...

♪ No return, no return ♪

♪ No reason ♪

♪ No return, no return ♪

♪ No reason ♪

♪ No return, no return ♪

♪ No reason ♪

♪ No return, no return ♪

♪ No reason ♪

*YELLOWJACKETS*
Season 01 Episode 04

Episode Title: "Bear Down"
Aired on: December 05, 2021.

All right, just relax
and let it happen.

Your body knows it's overdue,

but your head keeps
getting in the way.

Just stop talking.
Stop talking.

- I am begging you.
- Okay.

You know, sometimes
I sing a little, just...

to help, you know,
release my bowels.

- Here, if you want...
- No.

Okay, just bear down.

- ♪ You say we got ♪
- Oh, my God.

♪ Nothing in common ♪

♪ No common ground
to start from ♪

♪ And we're falling apart ♪

Hey!

You don't know what the hell
you're doing with that!

He's being fucking stupid.

No, what's stupid is the fact
that we have a gun

and we're not fucking using it.

Oh, shit.

- What the hell?
- Hey!

Give me that.

Travis, give me the gun.

This is a dangerous weapon,
and we will handle it as such.

We understand?

All right, that said,
Travis is right.

We're out of food.
We're all feeling it.

The good news is my father used
to take me deer hunting

every year as a kid.

The bad news...

yeah, I am down
to one fucking leg.

Which means
that if we want to eat,

one of you is gonna have
to learn how to use this thing.

How are you, Mom?

The place hasn't changed.

God, weren't we
a good-looking pair?

Happier days, those.

Whatever you say, Ma.

You never appreciate it
at the time.

Not till it gets ripped
right out from under you.

Dinosaur Jr.'s "Feel the Pain"
playing...

Uh, yo, did you know, uh,

Kurt wanted, uh, J Mascis
to be in Nirvana?

- No shit.
- Yeah. I-I don't know.

Kevyn, don't use that
on your nails.

Let me.

Okay.

♪ Of everyone ♪

I thought you didn't even
like Nirvana anymore.

Uh, no, you know,
they're all right.

Uh, it's just...

It's just, like, ever since
they left Sub Pop,

they've just gotten
so mainstream, so...

It's not their fault
everybody loves them.

Yeah. Yeah, no, I-I guess.

Sorry.

Go on. Um, yeah, no, it's just,

uh, I guess...

I guess I liked them better
when they were just ours.

You know what I mean?

Shit. You got to go.

Um, use the window.
Quick, uh, go.

Fast, now.

What the fuck?
I don't think so, buddy.

You think you can sniff around
when I'm not...

We weren't doing anything!

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah, we were just

- listening to music.
- Yeah, you think

I'm fucking stupid?

- No, sir, of course not...
- Kevyn, just go.

I'll just go.

- Sorry.
- This is what you do

when I'm not around?

Are you a little slut?
Are you a little slut?

If you're gonna take shit,
take it all.

I'm not your goddamn
storage unit.

This is all I really need.

Properties?

Manhattan, East Hampton,

Paris, Mendocino
and the Isle of Skye.

Mm-hmm. Kids?

Margo, and...

Flynn.

Ooh, sorry.
The answer we were looking for

- is Finn.
- Oh, fuck.

Oh.

Hey, buddy.

Sorry about the swear.

Did you eat up all your noodles?

Well, then, go down downstairs

and finish them, okay?

Tara will be there any minute.

Go on, then.

Can we go over
her charities again?

Ugh, Tai, there's no way
that Diane Rafelson's

gonna expect you
to know all that stuff.

I mean, she'll probably think
it's creepy if you do.

I just can't afford
to fuck this up.

Bathurst's ads have me
tanking in the polls, and...

if Rafelson takes a shine to me
tonight, her money,

her influence...

...she could turn
everything around.

Then just be yourself.

Let her know
what you really care about.

And if all else fails,

pull out the Tina Turner
and Hooch bit.

That thing kills.

Come on.

You got this.

Slow breath in...

...then full exhale, then go.

- Damn it.
- It's okay, you guys. Hey.

- It's not a competition.
- Uh, but there is

gonna be a winner, right?

All right, Jackie. You're up.

Yeah, Jackie.

Okay.

Okay, this is
literally impossible.

All right, come on,
let's keep it moving.

Martinez. Let's go.

Uh, yo. Javi, come try this.

Fuck you.

Ooh.

- Nice going, Flex.
- Ooh.

Let's go.

See, and that, ladies,
is how it's done.

Nice, Martinez.

Nat, you're up.

- You got this, Nat.
- Let's go, Nat.

Come on, nice and easy.
Like the man said.

It's been waiting for us.

- Here, here.
- That's a shame.

Now, you know what, next time
we can just stick to something

you're actually be good at,
like folding laundry.

- Or sucking...
- Hey!

- I'm going again. Mm-mmm.
- Can she do that?

Yeah. I'll allow it.

- Okay, this is bullshit.
- That's enough.

Back off.

Nice job.

Fuck yeah.

Good, Nat. Really good.

You're not doing the gun thing?

Oh, um...

I don't really think
I'm meant to handle firearms.

What are you writing?

It's my journal.

- Like, a diary?
- Yeah. Kind of.

It's just my way of trying to
make sense of what's going on,

and... how I feel about it.

Well, that probably sounds
pretentious, but...

hey, when I'm famous, they can
go into the archives, right?

Here.

There's no wrong way to do it.

Now that we've
narrowed down the field,

here's how this
is gonna go down.

One final round
for all of the marbles.

You got five targets,
five shots each.

Mari, can you start us off?

Um, just a thought.

Shouldn't we be saving bullets,
you know?

Uh, yeah, in theory,
but lucky for us,

the nutjob who lived here before

was apparently hoarding
for the apocalypse.

The cans.

You're-you're aiming
for the cans.

- Shut up!
- Do you like being this way?

If you shit the bed again,

you gonna ask
for another do-over?

Hey. All right.

Good job, Mari.

Okay.

So close, Flex.

- Don't fucking call me that.
- Travis!

Put the gun down.

All right, that's, uh... yeah,
that's good shooting, Martinez.

But don't ever do that again.

Don't choke. Again.

- Yeah.
- Holy shit.

Nice job, Nat!

I have to apologize about, um,

the confusion with the texts.

Yeah, it's, uh,
it's been a while,

but, uh, I'll admit it didn't
really sound like you.

That being said,
I-I'm not usually

in the business
of shutting a woman down

when she's talking about
how shapely my legs are.

Well, I mean, they're good,

but I've seen better.

Flattery's not gonna get you
off the hook here, Nat.

B and E? What in the hell
were you doing?

Do you remember Travis Martinez?

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

I mean, kind of.

I know he was, uh,
he was on the plane with you.

Well, it was his place,
and, uh, he's been off the grid

for a while,
and we were worried about him.

Turns out we had a right to be,
because, um,

later that night,
he killed himself.

Jesus.

I'm so sorry.

Yeah. It's pretty fucked.

Speaking of which, Officer.

How exactly did that happen?

You want the short version
or the long version?

- Give me the haiku.
- Okay.

Uh, the band was a bust.

Met a girl and fucked it up.

It's a job, I guess?

Huh.

Doesn't the patio
make you feel so fancy?

It's so European.

Hi.

Could I have
a chocolate martini, please?

Whiskey soda.

Red Label, double.

What? I'm not stopping you.

Go nuts.

The truth is,

we might be out here for a
little longer than we expected.

So the rest of us
are relying on you two,

which means you need
to rely on each other.

You understand?

Natalie.

Travis, wait up!

Coach said that we should be
looking for tracks

and scratches on the trees,
like antler marks or whatever.

Travis.

Look, you can follow me or not,
just don't slow me down.

Taissa Turner.

Robert Garrity.

Robert, thank you so much
for having us.

My wife Simone.

Ah, yes, the rising star
of the Comp Lit department.

Well, now, this

is what a power couple should
look like, don't you agree?

Well, that's why we're together.

And she's funny, too.

- Yes.
- Uh, ladies,

please, get yourselves
some drinks.

You're going to love dinner.
It's nose to tail.

A whole roasted pig, from this
amazing little farm upstate.

I already told them I have dibs
on one of the ears.

You forgot to eat beforehand
again, didn't you?

Ooh, there she is.

- Okay, you ready?
- Define "ready."

Ms. Turner.

Gerald Sussman. We spoke
at the NJDSC event last spring?

Ah, Gerald, of course.

Have you given any more thought
to our conversation

about the county building code?

Like I said before,

it's nearly as draconian
as it is antiquated.

Thank you.

What about her?
What's wrong with her?

Are you blind?

She is obviously a narc.

Look, you-you said
you wanted to make up

- for your misspent youth.
- Mm-hmm.

If we're gonna do this,
we got to do it right.

Wait here.

Sir.

Hi.

Sir, excuse me. Sir.

Hi. Good evening.

Um, I was wondering

if you could do me a favor.

My friend and I...
This guy. Say hi.

Hi. There we go.

Uh... Forgot our IDs.

But we're looking to enjoy some
alcohol

responsibly tonight. So...

Could you get some for us?
We can pay for it.

Don't worry, I have cash,

but I just kind of need you
to do the buying.

You're not gonna
get carded, lady.

Hey.

Is this some kind of sex thing?

No, but...

You know what? It might be.

We're still, like,
figuring that out, you know,

that stage, yeah.

Throw in an extra 20,
you got a deal.

Geez. How about ten?

Mm-mmm.

- Mm-mmm?
- Mm-mmm.

Fine.

All right. Get the cheap stuff.

Okay? The shittier the better.

Yeah. Okay.

Classy.

I can already smell
the ghosts of hangovers past.

Right?

So, refresh my memory.

How did you miss so much
of the quintessential

high school experience again?

Has anyone ever told you

your obsession
with biographical minutia

is the opposite of a turn-on?

No.

I got straight As and
married young. Satisfied?

That's a good start.

Oh, wow. That...

is terrible.

Ah, it's perfect.

What is she doing here?

Thank you.

Thank you.

Like...

I didn't just want to change
the world through innovation,

I wanted to earn enough

so that I could afford
to really give, you know?

Oh, yeah.

Thank you.

Taissa.

Not everyone receives
a purpose so great.

- I'm absolutely honored.
- Mm.

You know, think about it,

we can make a lot
of money, you know?

Hey, listen, with your
political campaign,

you're gonna want to make money.

You need someone
who can handle money.

- Uh-huh.
- Think about it.

Yeah? My people
will get in touch, yeah?

Yeah.

What have Bathurst's
supporters been chanting?

"Spill, spill, spill!"

They're no better
than Neanderthals.

- Mm.
- And here I thought

it was the year 2021.

They're still back
in the Dark Ages. A.D. 1.

- Is this meat?
- Yes, it is.

Sorry.

Don't you think
it would come across

as strong if you, say, uh,

wrested control
of your own story?

People already know that you're
tough, and they love that.

They just want to know
some more about how exactly

you survived out there.

Yes.

What did you really
have to resort to?

I mean, we're all friends,
aren't we?

Are you all right, my dear?

Can I bum one of those?

Oh. Of course.

Something funny?

Oh, it's just,
I have been desperate

to talk to you all night,

and when I finally
get my chance I'm a...

Too much champagne
on an empty stomach.

There's never enough
food at these things.

I mean, did you see
that damn pig?

I get the concept, but if you
ask me, it's fucking barbaric.

Split it?

I would love to.

Is that...

is that Misty?

Oh, my God.

What the fuck
are you doing here?

Okay, so, don't look now,

but that reporter,
Jessica Roberts,

is sitting over there
at the bar.

She's been watching you.

And what are you doing?

I've been having your back.

Y-You're having my...

How did you know
I was even here?

I'm a citizen detective.

I hate to break it to you,

but we're not Rizzoli and Isles.

I don't need you.

- Yeah, but, Natalie...
- Go the fuck home.

You remind me
of my granddaughter.

No one really likes her, either.

Hi.

I don't know what you think
you're doing, but, uh,

I've got my eye on you.

Hello, Misty.

Tell me,

how did your
little road trip go?

I know when you look at me,

you don't see someone you should
be afraid of, but, uh...

...you're wrong.

Okay.

Gross.

Why do you keep...
Just put that away.

Says the person
who's three strokes down.

Well, look,
none of that matters now

because this is it. Okay?

For all the glory,
this is the shot.

You put your ball here, exactly,

you get one whack,
and you got to get it

over the fence, over the rocks,

into the residential
neighborhood...

- behind here...
- Oh...

Yeah, and then you don't know
what happens after that.

But are you serious?

Yeah, I'm-I'm dead serious.
Yeah.

Everybody knows
that is the reason

you come here,
so you can make this shot.

Oh, okay.

Okay. You can go first.

Are you scared
you're gonna whiff?

Ooh, it's so hot when you
talk shit like that.

For the record,
you're going down.

Mm. Do you want to bet?

Okay.

If I win,

you have to tell me something
personal about yourself,

for real this time.

Okay, okay.

When I win... when...

I get to choose what we do next,

and you have to do it,
no questions asked.

Deal.

Wow.

You don't even know
what you're agreeing to.

Watch and learn.

Mm-hmm.

Okay, so it's that
kind of party.

You didn't read the invitation.

It is definitely
that kind of party.

Just step back.

Get back there,
you cheater.

The feel I'm on top
again, baby...

Oh!

Yeah...

- But... I mean...
- How do you think you did?

Well, I think maybe just...

Uh... You still have to
make it, all right? So...

Okay. Yeah.

Great.

So alive...

Holy shit.
Did you just hustle me?

I actually didn't. I've-I've
never done that before.

What if you hit someone?

R.I.P. Sorry.

It was worth it.

Wow. Savage.

That's right.

Are any of these, like,
maple syrup trees?

What?

I don't know.

Don't eat that kind!

It's poisonous.

Like, "kill you" poisonous,
or like,

"trip your balls off" poisonous?

What? I don't know.

My Girl Scout troop leader

didn't get
all that specific about it.

Akilah.

Okay, now, those I know for sure
will make you puke.

Don't touch it.

Well, could you just
show us something

that's actually edible
so we can get going?

What's the big hurry?

Coach need a sponge bath?

That's-that's mean.

I'm sorry. Whatever.

Get off me.

- Put berry on me?
- I did.

Okay, so everyone just focus.

We know we can't touch
those and those ones.

- No mushrooms. No mushrooms.
- Uh, guys...

- What?
- What?

- Jackie?
- What is it?

- Guys!
- What?

- Jackie, what?
- Come here!

Look! Holy shit.

- Wh-What is this doing here?
- Right?

It must've belonged
to the dead guy.

I wonder if this still works.

Holy fuck.

This is great.

Guys, this is it!

Oh, shit.

Fuck.

Back away! What the fuck?

- Van! Turn it off!
- Turn it off!

I'm trying, I'm trying!

Turn it off!

It didn't want him to leave.

But the times are so different.

And that a kid can look
at someone like me,

happily married
to a woman, and say,

"Hey, okay, that's a thing."

It fills me with hope.

It's all that growth
in one generation.

I'm sorry, I'm-I'm rambling.

No, please.

It's refreshing.

Genuine positivity.

It's rare.

I certainly don't have it.

It's why I've never
run for office.

But you...

you rise above.

Taissa, I've seen it,

and I have to say,

I'm impressed.

As far as I'm concerned,

there's no limit
to how far you can rise.

You just need to find the people

who truly want to help you.

Oh, an endorsement
from you would be...

All I ask in return

is that you show me
who you really are.

Of course.

Absolutely.

Good.

That's settled, then.

Hm.

You be shocked at the things

people have confided in
me over the years.

Of course, I'd never share.

I'm like a well you whisper
your secrets into.

So...

tell me,

what really happened out there?

I'm not sure

anyone else
could ever understand.

- It was...
- Was what?

We scavenged,

and we starved.

- Until...
- I've heard the official story.

You trust me, don't you?

Why?

Why do you get to have that?

Just because you're
rich and powerful?

Are you really this naive,
Ms. Turner?

Those "changes"
you were talking about?

You have me to thank.

All I've done for women's
causes, for Black causes,

for Black women's causes.

So, if I were you,

I'd watch my tone.

Okay.

Yes, ma'am.

I'll perfectly calibrate my tone

as I tell you

to go fuck yourself.

Oh.

- I have something for you.
- Oh, yeah?

No fucking way.

No way. Oh, my God.

Hm.

I was actually
just looking for this.

Jesus, Nat.

Last time I saw you,

you were getting out of my car,

saying you'd call me tomorrow.

Yeah?

That was a million years ago.

You were my best friend,

then you just...

Oh, my God.
You had to know I was, like,

totally in love with you, right?

Oh, fuck.

Wait. Oh. I...

I'm sorry.

I can't, uh...

stop thinking about Travis.

So...

It's not like we were
each other's sponsors, but

we...

tried to keep
each other clean, and...

I just...

can't help but think

if I had done something,

that he might not have...

It's the not knowing if he was

loaded or...

Listen, I could, um...

I could make a couple
of calls, you know.

Maybe try and get a copy
of his toxicology report.

Ah, that would be amazing.

Oh.

Thank you.

Are you fucking serious?

You brought us here?

- Looks that way.
- Why?

- Doesn't concern you.
- Jesus Christ.

I know that you're
messed up right now,

but it doesn't give you a free
pass to be a dick all the time!

We're supposed to be a team.

Yeah, right, a team, hm?

Do you even know
why people call me Flex?

Hm?

In seventh grade, I had surgery
on my back. Spinal fusion

or something,
I-I-I don't know. It sucked.

When I got back to school,

Bobby Farleigh, he saw my scar

in the locker room.
He told everybody

that I had to get

one of my ribs removed,

so that I could be
flexible enough to, you know...

...suck my own dick.

Oh, my God. What are you doing?

Are you fucking psycho?

There's a ring, okay?

I didn't think about it
before when we, you know,

buried him, but it was
my great-grandfather's.

God.

Oh, God.

Oh, God, I can't... Fuck.

I can't.

- So don't.
- I can't do it.

Jesus, it's just a ring.
Let it go.

I can't.

Yeah, you don't fucking get it.
I have to bring something back.

I have to.

For Javi.

Which hand?

Um... Uh...

Right.

So...

can you suck your own dick?

I wish.

He was such a shit dad.

He didn't even like me.

Are you a little slut?

Are you a little slut?

- Don't fucking lie to me!
- Hey, what are you doing?

You sleep all fucking day,
while she has

boys up in the
goddamn house, huh?

You? I'm the one who has to call
and straighten

this shit out!

Me! I'm the only one
with any fucking decency.

You fucking...

It doesn't matter
how shitty they are.

It still fucks you up
when they're gone.

I'll call you.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Well, thanks, um,

for just being here.

It was good to see you...

Thanks again for your help.

Bye.

So, just for the record,

I'd have done this
even if I'd won.

- Oh, really?
- Mm-hmm.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Because you look
a little scared.

Confidence.

So, then, uh, stop stalling.

Unless you're...

chicken.

How about that?

Somebody's gonna get hurt.

Are you good?

Let's do this.

Intense music

Okay.

"Ready to Go" by Republica plays...

Oh, my God.

Oh.

♪ Ready to go... ♪

I like this night.

Me too.

♪ Ready to go ♪

♪ You're weird, in tears ♪

♪ Too near and too far away ♪

♪ He said, "Saw red" ♪

♪ Went home,
stayed in bed all day ♪

♪ Your T-shirts dish dirt ♪

♪ Always love the one you hurt ♪

♪ It's a crack, I'm back ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm standing ♪
♪ on the rooftops shouting out ♪

♪ Baby, I'm ready to go ♪

Here she is.

My little girl who cried

when she killed
a fucking turkey.

What're you gonna do, hm?

What're you gonna do, baby?

You gonna shoot your daddy
in the head?

Looks like you got
the safety on.

Here, let me show you,
okay, baby? Look.

On. Off.

See, sweetie?
On. Off, baby girl.

Just like that. On, off.

Just breathe.

It's perfectly okay
to keep a gun in the house,

if your kid's too stupid
to know how to use it.

Shut up!

I never thought you could be
more useless than your mother,

but, guess what, honey?

You just won
that fucking contest.

You're the fucking useless one!

The fuck did you say...

So... for the record,

we're, like,

even now, right?

Oh, my God.

- Finally.
- Holy shit.

Whoa.

They did it.

- Wow. Okay.
- Nice work, you two.

It was all Natalie.

So, what do we do with it now?

Well, first thing
we got to do is bleed it out.

Who wants to try?

I'll give it a try.

Just right across the throat.

Hey.

I, uh, I kind of forgot
that I had this.

Want to hold on to it?

Oh!

Are you okay?

Whoa. Hey...

you need to be more careful.

Hello?

Hi. Shauna.

Oh, it's been so long.

It's Misty.

I thought I told you
never to call me.

Even if something
really big has happened?

Something that I know

you'd want to know about, but,
for some reason, no one else

has bothered to tell you.

I-I really don't have time
for this, Misty.

Can you just fucking get it out?

Travis is dead.

Hello?

Shauna?

Hey, babe.

How was book club?