Yellowjackets (2021–…): Season 1, Episode 8 - Flight of the Bumblebee - full transcript

Previously, on
"Yellowjackets"...

We're starving.

There's nothing to hunt.

Anyone who wants
to come with me is welcome,

but I'm going.

I know I don't have
to come with you.

- I need to.
- We're coming, too.

Wait! I'm coming.

What do you want from me?

I want you
to tell me the truth.

Travis's bank account
was closed



right after he died.

Whoever has that money
probably killed Travis.

- What the hell?
- You've been blackmailing us.

You're obviously hiding
something from me,

and it's making me feel crazy!

I'm pregnant.

What? With who?

Uh, Randy.

Randy?

What are you doing?

Maybe we could be something.

Where's Van?!

Quiet, eerie music

Droning music fades in.



Oh, my God. She's alive.

She's alive. She's alive!

- She-She's...
- No. No. No. No.

I got you.

I got you, okay?

Okay, okay.
I got you, got you. Got you.

R-Really?

Fire?

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

♪ 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 ♪

One, two, three.

The devil's after me.

Four, five, six.

He's always throwing bricks.

Seven, eight, nine.

He misses every time

Glory, hallelujah, amen.

One, two, three.

The devil's after me.

Four, five, six.

He's always throwing bricks.

Seven, eight, nine...

low, dark music

You saved me.

No, Laura Lee.
I didn't save you.

He did.

Please.

Just show me a sign.

Do you think they're okay?

They're in God's hands now.

All we can do is have faith.

Hey, honey. I-I thought
you were, uh, at Ilana's.

Came home to change.

Okay.

Lucky for you, or Dad
might've found this first.

Uh, where was this?

On the floor, near the couch.

You're having him over now?

Can you just
keep your voice down?

Oh, I'm sorry,
is it time to be discreet?

- Callie...
- Jesus Christ, Mom.

Like, when did you just decide

that he could come
inside our house?

Right under Dad's nose?

And please don't explain to me
how something

usually kept in a man's pants

ended up on the floor
of our living room,

because that's something
I don't want to hear.

I'm sorry, Cal.

I really am.

I'm...

This is so shitty,
but, like,

let's not act like your dad is
an innocent victim, okay?

I mean, the inventory database?
Really? Still?

First you judge me
for looking the other way,

and now that I'm doing
something about it...

admittedly,
not the best thing, not...

just a bad thing,
but fucking something, okay,

you're judging me even more.

So, that's it?

You're just gonna
keep seeing him?

Mom, you don't even
fucking know him.

Honey, it's-it's just
not that complicated.

Okay? He's a starving artist.

He's not an axe murderer.

Yeah? Then why can't
I find him online?

I mean, like, what is that?
"Adam Martin"?

There must be millions.

Where's his website?

His Instagram?

Like, no self-promotion?
Nothing?

Uh...

I mean, what are you saying?

I'm saying that everything is
on the Internet...

Except for your boyfriend.

What if he's conning you, Mom?

Sleeping with a Yellowjacket

so he can turn around
and sell the story?

Like, who knows
what he fucking wants?

He wants me, Callie. Okay?

I know that that is impossible
for you to understand,

but I am what he wants.

I'm late for homeroom.

Tense, eerie music

Uh, yes, um, my name is...

Sandra Norberg.

And, uh, yeah,
I'm calling from-from the.

UConn MFA
Studio Arts program.

Yeah. And, um,

I'm-I'm just missing
the transcript files

for one of
my incoming grad students.

Oh, that would be great.

T-Thank you. Um...

Adam...

Martin.

I think he would've
graduated in '07 or '08.

They're... Okay, I could have
the year wrong. Uh...

There's just no record
of-of him at all? Okay.

Thank you so much
for your help. Okay. Bye.

Rhythmic, dramatic music

Hey, babe.

Uh...

- What's up?
- Hi.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Uh, oh, my God, what is that?

I got you something.

- What?
- "What?"

From...?

- Yeah.
- Oh, thank...

thank you.

Um...

Yeah?

If this is
an anniversary present,

you are three months and
my entire personality off.

- The reunion is tomorrow.
- Yeah, yes.

You married into
homecoming royalty,

so I figured you might want
to look the part.

Look, whatever.

To hell with it.

You're gonna be turning heads
there no matter what,

and that is just fine...

...with me.

Low, emotional music.

There are no queens
in that deck, you know?

Want to go for a walk?

Bring the rifle?
Try to hunt?

Who knows,
maybe we'll get lucky.

You go.

You're better at it anyways.

"Fade into Me"
by Mazzy Star.

I want to hold
the hand inside you.

Mm.

I want to take
the breath that's true.

I look to you
and I see nothing.

Fade.

- Into you.
- Mm.

Strange you never knew

Fade.

Into you.

Fuck you.

I think it's strange
you never knew

Hey.

Hey.

Is it cool if I...?

Oh. Yeah. Yeah.

So, how'd you convince
Misty to go?

Ha. Well...

Believe it or not,
I didn't have to.

I did think about it, but, uh...

she beat me to the punch.

Ouch.
Dumped by Misty Quigley?

That is... that's rough, man.

You guys do know
that we were never...

Well, I'm pretty sure
she's not your type.

Yeah, what's that?

You like guys, right?

What?

- What the hell, Nat?
- No.

- Why would you...
- I'm sorry, I...

I didn't mean to...

I don't know.

It's just,
you never look at our boobs.

No, I think it's cool.

You have a... boyfriend?

Yeah, I did.

Paul.

He's a... writer.

He actually wanted me
to move into the city with him.

You know,
really be with him, but...

If you lost him, you're afraid
you'd have nothing left.

You don't think that...

that Travis is gay, do you?

We tried to...

you know, and he couldn't.

- He kind of, like, lost...
- Oh.

Right. Yeah.

Well, just so you know,
that's not, uh...

It's not exactly unheard-of.

Uh...

guessing that
he just got nervous,

- you know, up in his head.
- Mm.

Trust me, Nat, I've seen
the way that kid looks at you.

He's...
he's in pretty deep.

I just mean...

don't make too big
a deal out of it.

I'm sure he'll be happy
to get another chance,

if you want to give him one.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Well, thanks, Coach.

Listen, Nat.

If, uh...

i-if any of this
ever got out...

No, I-I won't tell anyone.

I promise.

I got you.

Just put...

put one foot
in front of the other.

When we get back, we're
gonna need sterile water and...

and thread
to stitch up her face.

No. Leave me.

Van, stop it.

It's... not... safe.

Don't say that.

We're almost there.

Tai. Tai.

L... L...

Let them go.

No.

Let them go.

Go back to the cabin
as fast as you can.

We'll be right
behind you, okay?

Tai?

Go.

Go!

No. Ah!

Ah.

Caligula, you're being rude.

Your phone's ringing.

Uh, no, it's not.

Took you long enough.

It's a live feed
to my friend's hotel room.

So it is her phone
that's ringing.

All right.

Naturally.

Women vocalizing eerily.

Wow. All right.

No. No, no, no, no, no.

Anything?

Nope.

Why aren't you out hunting?

Told Nat to go without me.

Something happen?

Isn't it some
philosopher who said, uh,

"Anything that can happen
will happen"?

Yeah, I don't know.

I'll, uh, go check
my old philosophers handbook.

I just, um...

I think
I really fucked things up.

Relationships are
bullshit anyway.

Trust me.

Whatever you did,
she'll get over it.

Let's face facts,
Nat's standards are pretty low.

Cool. Thanks.

I didn't mean you.

And you're basically Brad Pitt

compared to the dirtbags
she usually goes for.

Like, ugh, don't get me started

on that Bobby what's-his-face
she was hooking up with

before we left.
Like, dude,

you graduated, why are you still
partying with high school girls?

I mean, she missed
a week of practice

'cause she was too busy
screwing him

in the back
of his gross van.

I thought your dad would...

- Bobby who?
- Whatever.

It-it doesn't matter.
I'm just, I'm saying...

Bobby who?

Jesus.

Farleigh.

Why, does it matter?

Quick, tense vocalizing.

Oh. No.

- Um...
- No. Natalie.

Misty!

What the fuck? Move.

- No, I will not let you.
- Get...

Get off my coke, you...

Oh, it burns.

Is that normal?

What are you doing?

I'm trying to protect you.

Oh, my God. You're possessed!

- What the fuck?
- Don't breathe that.

Don't breathe that.

Hey. Can we talk?

Come on.
You have to talk to me.

- You can't just keep...
- Bobby Farleigh?

Who told you?

- I can't believe you.
- Travis...

No, you lied to me.
You said that you...

That I've only been
with two guys. Yeah.

Because I knew
that if I told you about it,

then you'd fucking hate me.

That was before
I even knew you.

I had no idea about the
whole stupid Flex thing.

I made a mistake, okay?

Gentle music.

Yeah.

Well, apparently so did I.

What the fuck does that mean?

Hey.

What do you think it means, Nat?

Huh?

Are you seriously
gonna ruin this

over something
so fucking stupid?

Then I guess it's a good thing
you couldn't get it up.

This would've been a lot harder
if we'd actually fucked.

Was it you?

Right.

Fuck you, Jackie.

It's 100 bpms. Ah, this...

Ah, I lost count.
Okay. Let's try again.

You just wasted
$300 worth of blow.

A, I will Venmo you.

And B,
I couldn't just sit there

and watch you destroy
your life.

"Watch"? Watch me?

I-I'll do
a 15, 14... no, 15 count,

- and then I'll multiply by four.
- Uh...

What?

You were spying on me?

Is that what you were doing,
you little pervert?

Did you watch me and Kevyn fuck?

No, that was not the point.

Friends watch out
for each other.

Not with hidden cameras,
they don't.

What the fuck
is your problem?

What do you want from me?
I knew

- I couldn't trust you.
- You know what?

I just saved you
from relapsing.

Who else was gonna
do that, Natalie? Huh?

I'm pretty much the best
friend you have right now.

And that's not much of
a competition, is it?

You should be thanking me.

I have been working day
and night on Travis's case.

You have no idea

the lengths that I have gone to

to solve that case.

Did you know that Travis's
bank account was emptied out

the day after he died?

Stop it. How do I,
how can I trust you?

- You're so full of shit!
- Okay.

You know what? Fine.

Next time, I will just let
you zonk your brains out.

You know that I have never
even tried cocaine before?

Oh, which is what
I hope that was, because,

oh, if that was PCP,
or bath salts, or-or heroin,

or, fuck, fentanyl,

then I-I will probably be dead
in a few minutes.

But... but you know what?

I was willing to take that risk
for you.

You expecting someone?

No.

Quiet, tense music.

Look who it is.

We got a celebrity
in our midst.

Ta-da?

- Hi.
- I was canvassing

in the neighborhood,
and I remembered that you...

you used to live around here,
so I-I thought I'd pop by.

Yeah. It's-it's a nice surprise
after 20 years.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Um, I'm sorry.

You're obviously in
the middle of dinner. I'm...

Well, yeah, but...
No, no, no, no, no.

She can stay.
Please. We're...

- we're... Yeah, join us.
- Oh, no, no, no.

I'm sleepwalking again.

How long for?

Couple of weeks, I think.

It's mostly stress,
uh, the campaign, and...

...this goddamn
blackmail fiasco, and...

Not to mention, Simone and I...

have been having some problems.

How bad is it?

Biscuit's missing.

That's our dog.

I must have freaked him out,
and he got out

- the back gate, and...
- Oh.

Sammy loves the shit
out of that dog.

Jesus Christ,
I'm really fucking this kid up.

No, Tai...

He's seen me do it, Shauna.
He's seen me do it.

He thinks there's
some other version of me.

He calls it "the bad one."

Quiet, melancholy music

I'm afraid to go to sleep.

I spent the night
pounding espressos,

just so I can stay in control.

I don't know how bad it's
gonna get this time, but you...

you know how bad it can get.

Yeah.

I just need
some fucking sleep.

Hey. Why don't you just
stay here tonight?

Callie's not here.

You can sleep in her room.
She's at her friend Ilana's.

I'll stay with you.

Yeah.

Oh, my God. What happened?

Where are Van and Tai?

Hey, hey.

She...

She told,
she told us to leave them.

We had to get help.

Show us which way to go.

- Tai?
- Van?

Van!

Taissa?

Taissa!

- Van!
- Van!

Taissa!

Are you sure
you came this way?

I...

I don't know.
I-I can't see anything.

It's so dark.

It's them.

dramatic music

eerie vocalizing.

Hey, it's gonna be okay.

We're gonna get you
all fixed up, okay?

It's gonna be okay.

Okay, so, make sure
that you're angled in...

Misty, I think she's got it.

Okay.

Uh...

Okay.

Oh...

Intense music.

Do you ever think about

what our lives
would've been like

if, um, you know,

it didn't happen?

Yeah, sometimes.

Well, I was going
to go to Brown.

Wow.

I was gonna write
amazing papers

on Dorothy Parker
and Virginia Woolf.

Thought I would meet, like,
a floppy-haired,

sad-eyed poet boy who ran

the school lit magazine.

Ah.

He was gonna be,
like, so smart.

- Oh, God.
- And a little bit

intimidated by me.

We were gonna be, like,
full rivals

- until we weren't, you know?
- Yes. Yes.

That kind of thing.

But then my short stories

would make him
fall in love with me anyway.

Yeah.

Then, at some point,
I would have to leave him

- brokenhearted, because...
- Oh, no.

- Yeah.
- Aw.

'Cause I'm gonna take
my year abroad.

- Oh.
- And that's where.

I meet Francois.

I'm sorry, "Francois"?

Yeah, in France.

Yeah.

Oh, please tell me
Francois was some sort of

brooding musician.

No. Francois was a mime.

I'm sorry.

Miming is a serious art form.

- in France.
- Okay. Yeah.

Okay.

Well, I was going
to go to Howard.

Pre-law, with a double major
in history and philosophy.

And date a bunch
of beautiful women,

make first string
on the soccer team,

graduate first...
First in my class.

And then I was gonna go
to Columbia Law

and land an internship

in one of the biggest firms
in the city.

You did do all those things.

Yeah.

But if I'm being honest,

not a single one
of those things felt...

real.

Gentle, melancholy music.

No, I don't have
his account password.

That's the thing, because...

Well, please, could you just
talk to your manager

and, um, and just tell them

that I'm-I'm not his family,
but I'm pretty much...

You're not listening.
Can you just help-help me?

Please? No?

Can you fucking help me?!

What the fuck!?
Talk to your manager!

You fucking bitch!

Do you believe in love?!

Talk to your fucking manager!

low, dramatic music.

Oh, my God.

You're kidding.

Why, yes, it is.

Hey, Misty.

So this is the deal.

Either you are gonna let me go

right fucking now...

or I'm gonna wring
your little boyfriend's neck.

Swear to you,
I'll fucking do it.

Fine. Go ahead.

I'll just get another one.

Fine. I will.

Oh, my baby.

My poor little boy.

I didn't mean a word of it.

I didn't mean it.

Tense music.

Gentle music.

You look like hell.

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

I'm just having
one of those days.

Are you hungry?

I'm hungry.

I'm gonna make us
something to eat.

I let the fire die down.

I fell asleep.

And I must have been
sleepwalking or something,

because when I woke up,

I was in a fucking tree, and...

I'm the reason she went.

And I'm the reason she got hurt.

No...

I don't know
what's happening to me, Shauna.

I'm scared to go to sleep.

Then I'll stay awake, okay?

And I won't let you go anywhere.

Shh.

You'll be fine.

I'm having an affair.

What?

Sorry. I don't know why
I told you that.

Oh, my God.
Don't be sorry. With who?

Oh, shit, wait.

Oh, my God,
if you say Randy Walsh,

I am gonna burn
this whole fucking town down.

It's just this, um,
guy I met.

He's younger.

Oh, my God.

What is he like?

- His name's Adam.
- Mm.

Um, he's an artist.

He's really earnest.

Mm.

In-in a way that, like,

kind of makes you want
to punch his face.

But also,
sometimes I'm like, "Yeah."

And he just makes me
feel something.

Like, the sex is...

it's great, but...

But it's more than that.

Yeah.
He makes you feel "it."

Yeah.

Yeah. I know.

Ah, man, I remember that.

Simone doesn't make you
feel "it" anymore?

No.

But you know what?
It's okay.

What we have is different.
It's stable. It's safe.

And-and... and I like that.

It just, um...

you know, "it"...
Whatever that really means...

It-it wasn't any good for me.

It's like if
someone made me feel "it"...

...it wasn't gonna
be good for anybody, you know?

Yeah.

I think I do.

My turn.

Ah. Okay.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Oh. These...

So, uh,
I was just thinking, and, um,

our interactions have been
so kind of, uh...

- how should I put it...
- Hot.

...singularly focused,

that, uh, I realized I don't
know anything about you.

I seem to recall you mocked
all my efforts on that front,

but yeah, sure.
What do you want to know?

How about you tell me
more about...

your art school days?

You went to Pratt, right?

What was that like?

Oh...

I mean, pretentious, mostly.

What classes did you take?

Who was your favorite professor?

Um...

Okay.

I take it you did some digging,

and you caught me.

Yeah, I didn't go to Pratt,

but I had a girlfriend
who went there, Lauren,

and I spent so much time
with her and her friends,

that it kind of felt
like I went there.

Um...

Uh, look, I-I just told you
'cause I wanted to impress you.

Did it?

Where did you grow up?

Suburbs of Houston.

High school?

Milby High, class of '04.
Go, Buffs.

- Do you have any siblings?
- An older brother.

- Where is he now?
- Ann Arbor, Michigan.

He's a colorectal surgeon.

And he has
this book in his house

that's just called Anus.

I'm a ten-year-old,

but it still makes me laugh.

Okay, um, as much
as I would love...

...to believe you finally
want to get to know me...

Why don't you tell me
what this is really about?

Are you trying to catch me
lying about things?

'Cause I swear it was just
the stupid Pratt thing.

It's a crazy thing to lie about.

Well...
I know. I'm sorry.

But the rest of it, Shauna, us,

that's real.

Look, I've got this friend

with a cabin in the woods
in the Poconos.

Let's go away for the weekend.

Okay? I'll be an open book.

You can ask me anything.

My first kiss,

my favorite color, my shoe size.
I don't know.

Whatever you want.
Ask me anything.

How do you propose
I explain that?

I don't give a shit.

Just go pack a bag,

and get back here.

I have an announcement.

Hello!

Hi! Excuse me!

Thank you.

In light of the expedition
ending as it did,

I have decided
that I'm going to take

the dead guy's plane
and fly south.

I'm going to find us help,

and I'm going to get us
out of here.

You're gonna fly?

But y-you don't know how.

I've been studying
the flight manual for weeks,

and I checked the gas tank,
it's full.

I used to watch my grandpa fly.

He even let me steer
a few times.

I know that I can do this.

You can't deny that Van needs
serious medical attention.

She's not the only one.

Shauna, tell them.

I-I really don't...

Tell them.

- What is it?
- Yeah, tell us what?

I'm-I'm pregnant.

You were having sex?

- How far along are you?
- Wait,

did you get knocked up here?

No, I...

It doesn't matter
when it happened.

Okay? It just matters
that we get them both help.

- Let me just...
- Misty, not right now.

All right. Can everyone just...

Laura Lee,

you can't do this.

No. I-It's not even
close to safe.

There is no "safe" anymore,
Coach Scott.

It's going to be winter soon.

If I don't do this, we're...

We're all gonna fucking starve.

All right, well,

I'm still the only adult here,

so, no.

I'm not gonna let you do it.

Tense music.

What are you gonna do
to stop me, Coach?

Hello, I'm
an addict, and my name is Jim.

Hi, Jim.

Welcome to the
Chelsea Morning group

of Narcotics Anonymous.

I'd like to start the meeting
with a moment of silence

for the addicts
who are still suffering,

and then we'll do
the Lord's Prayer.

Oh, Jesus Christ,

not you.

Come on. I promise

I won't assault you again.

Um, the last I heard,

you got a promotion at the bank.

What's it to you, Natalie?
I haven't seen you in ten years.

Come on.
You were my best sponsor.

I just got out of rehab,

and I wanted to see you.

Why?

I have something

I really need
to talk to you about,

and nobody could
understand things like you.

Please?

So, you remember that guy...

...that I used to
always talk about?

Who was in the plane crash
with me?

Trevor?

Travis.

He died.

And the cops

ruled it a suicide,

but I know it wasn't.

And why is that, Natalie?

Because he made me a promise.

And when I was on

the brink...

...he, um...

He made me swear

that I would never
do that, and then...

he promised me the same.

And even though
my words...

...don't mean much...

I-I know I'm a liar.

He always kept his word.

Always.

I know he didn't kill himself.

For once, I think you're
actually telling me the truth.

I need your help, Suze.

Somebody closed.

Travis's bank account

after he died,

and I need to find out who, or

- where that money went...
- I'm sorry. I just,

I can't give out
personal account information,

unless you're family.
I mean, I could get fired.

I thought you might say that.

Well...

I guess I'm gonna have
to call the bank then

and tell them

how you and I

used to feed our habits

by selling your customers'

personal information

to identity thieves.

I think they'd be
really interested to know that.

Or they could just be
really impressed

by your personal growth.

Dramatic music.

I wish I'd never
fucking met you.

Slow, tense music.

Did you really
have to tell everyone?

I mean,
how could I not?

Shauna, we have
the chance to get you

and the baby out of here.

That's all that matters. It's...

It's not really the time
to be keeping secrets.

After the crash,

when we were stuck out there,
I started sleepwalking.

A symptom of the trauma,
I guess.

Once we were rescued,
it just... just stopped.

But with the stress

of the campaign,
and everything that's been

going on, um,

it started happening again.

No, uh...

It's not just happening,

I'm doing it, and it, and it,
and it fucking scares me

because the last time, I...

I... Um...

I think I may have been the one

to let Biscuit out of the house.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

It's okay, baby.

- It's okay. I know, it's okay.
- No.

It's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.

Baby, baby, baby.

Okay? It's okay.

We will get you help.
Whatever you need, okay?

Mm.

And we can, um,

I don't know,
find you a sleep study...

What I really need
is for you and Sammy

to go stay at your mom's house
for a little while.

What? Why?

I-I just think it would be

better for everybody involved

- if you and...
- No, Taissa, Taissa,

- we're a family.
- Simone...

We're not gonna leave you.
We're gonna support...

Simone, Simone,
you can't be here!

I don't think
I'm making myself clear.

You don't understand. I'm afraid
I'm going to hurt you...

...or Sammy.

Please, baby.

Please.  Please.

I am begging you. Please.

Please, just go.

Slow, suspenseful music.

Tense, eerie music.

Got any more good ideas?

We look for an asshole
covered in glitter.

Wait until you hear
the water running,

count to ten,

and then just get out, okay?

Who the fuck are you?

Slow, ominous music.

Be safe, okay?

Mm-hmm.

For God's sake,
Laura Lee, please.

Don't do this.

Thanks for worrying
about me, Coach, but...

this is my purpose.

Just you and me now, Leonard.

Okay. Okay, that's good.

We need to get to 55
before we take off.

Kind of like
Back to the Future, remember?

Oh, my gosh.

Leonard, we're flying.

Oh, my God. She's doing it!

Oh, my God.
We're really gonna save them.

What the...

No. No.

Is that smoke?

Slow, somber music