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AGENT 355:
Previously on Y: The Last Man...

I need some money.

You can't afford cheese,
but you wanna marry your girlfriend.

Can we please just talk about this?

No. What am I supposed to do here?

-Chase after you?
-I'll be back in a few hours.

No. Can you just...

-Your wife is texting you.
-I am gonna tell her.

Get out. Get out!

-Not rushing to blow up a marriage.
-Get out!

Ow!

Congresswoman. He'd like to see you.

You had the opportunity to work with me.
You passed.

I want us to be friends again.

We will be in about two-and-a-half years.

(LOUD EXPLOSION)

(CAR ALARM BLARING)

Maybe some place with hills?

We need someone embedded
with POTUS as a credible threat.

AGENT 355: What's the threat?

AGENT 1033: I'll brief you
in a couple of weeks.

President, your nose.

-JENNIFER: Oh, my God!
-WOMAN: Help me!

Get out!

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

-AGENT 1: You think it's a weapon?
-AGENT 2: I don't know.

AGENT 3:
Where's the Vice President?

AGENT 4: His flight's in London.

AGENT 3: Get him on the ground.

AGENT 5:
Is this everyone? Where's Emily?

AGENT 6:
Let me see that wound.

AGENT 7: Air Force Three
just crashed into the Atlantic Ocean.

-AGENT 8: When?
-AGENT 7: Three minutes ago.

AGENT 9: It's everywhere.

AGENT 10: Confirmed. Deacon Miller.
Peter Jack. Henry Mitchell.

Oh, my God. That's the entire line
of succession.

AGENT 10:
James Porter, confirmed dead.

AGENT 11: Regina Oliver, hi.

-AGENT 13: She's in Israel.
-AGENT 11: Has anyone found her?

-AGENT 10: We're trying.
-AGENT 11: She's the next President.

(GASPING)

(BEEPING)

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

(WIND BLOWING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(GAGS)

(FLIES BUZZING)

(BEEPING)

This is CR-355, pick up.

New York, this is CR-355, do you copy?

(BEEPING)

-LA, this is CR-355, are you there?
-(COMPUTER BEEPS)

Omaha, this is CR-355, do you copy?

Atlanta, this is CR-355, are you there?
Do you copy?

-(FIRE ROARING)
-(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(GLASS BREAKING)

(RATTLING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING ON SCREEN)

They know we're not in there.
They know that, right?

(PEOPLE CONTINUE SCREAMING)

In a week-and-a-half,
our coal surplus will be exhausted.

Power plants will start to shut down.

We'll be in the Dark Ages.
No food, no clean water, no power.

Sorry, which cities are we talking about?

All of them.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Madam President? Can I have a word?
Agent Sarah Burgin.

Go ahead.

Uh...

I need to speak to you privately.
It's urgent, ma'am.

I don't know how to say this...

If you need to be somewhere, family,
let your superior know...

I'm not Secret Service.

I'm a member of a covert taskforce

codenamed Culper Ring.

We only answer to the President.
No red tape.

I was chair of House Intel Committee.

-I'd have to approve the budget.
-You did. Our budget's redacted.

One of my superiors
should have read you in.

I'm not authorized, or I wasn't,
but I don't know who's left to do it.

I was embedded with the Secret Service
eight days ago.

Before that, I was in Oklahoma,
on another assignment.

They pulled me out with an hour's notice,
sent me here.

They wanted me with the President.
There was a credible threat.

Which was?

I don't know, ma'am.
I hadn't been briefed yet.

So, we don't know
if it was a nutjob with a grudge,

or say, a weapon designed to do
whatever the fuck happened eight days ago?

I answer to you, ma'am.
I'm here for whatever you need.

(JENNIFER SCOFFS)

-Is your name even Sarah Burgin?
-No.

What should I call you?

You can call me Sarah, if you like.
Or Agent 355.

CHRISTINE: Oh, God!
They're through the gate.

AGENT: Set up a barrier.

-AGENT: Oh, my God.
-CHRISTINE: General Reed!

The Colonel's on the phone.
What should I tell her?

-Pull them back.
-Ma'am? What?

Pull them back.

We're outnumbered.
We'll lose the White House.

It's a house. We'll rebuild.

-What happened...
-It's off.

-AGENT 1: Where's the signal?
-AGENT 2: We need the signal back!

What is happening?

Everybody? Listen up!

I think I should try to inspire us.

But it's hard, isn't it?

I'm not gonna bullshit you.
I think it's going to get worse.

Maybe a lot, before it gets better.

They are hungry.

Angry, terrified, they're grieving.

This is them dealing with all of that.

We are going to have to keep
making hard choices.

To try to help deal with the panic
and the outrage.

But it's gonna to take all of us.

Let's get back to work.

YORICK: ...is the foremost anthropologist
in the western hemisphere.

Love to be the foremost.

Doctor Deville, you know,
people are asking...

People are asking when
you'll be finished with your paper?

-WOMAN: Wait. Who's asking?
-YORICK: The people.

They wanna know when you'll be interested
in having sex with them again.

-WOMAN: All the people wanna know that?
-YORICK: Yeah.

WOMAN: All the people wanna have sex with
me? That sounds exhausting and painful.

YORICK: I mean, they have a right to know.

(WOMAN LAUGHS)

YORICK: They do.
Why don't I read this to you,

while I massage you
and feed you strawberries?

(AMPERSAND CHITTERING)

-YORICK: That's romantic.
-WOMAN: While you massage me?

I wish you had a...

Tonight. Okay? Promise.

WOMAN: Seriously, I love you.
I love you, but...

YORICK: Five minutes?

-WOMAN: Five minutes?
-YORICK: Yes!

Hey, crate up.

AGENT: The CDC says we're gonna see
more waterborne illness in New York.

-What the hell happened?
-It's a sinkhole on 21st Street.

Our engineers say
the buildings around it could go, too.

Stagnant water in the subways,
bodies in the water supply.

-AGENT: Ma'am?
-JENNIFER: We can't make a push,

get the generators going,
pump the water out?

No, generators have been down for 11 days,
with no pumps, water rising.

Subways are too close
to the surface of the street.

Whole lower half of the island's
built on colonial garbage.

-How long?
-Twenty-four hours.

-Yesterday, it was a week.
-We were wrong, ma'am.

There's still time for Hero to get out.

All right. How many people are left?

-80,000 give or take.
-Leaflets?

We've been blanketing the city.

We've to salvage The Guggenheim,
the Whitney Museum.

Fuck the art!
Everything we have on the people.

Every place I can think of.
Her apartment, work, friends' places.

I mean, ma'am, they've looked.
If she's alive, she left the city.

You answer to the President.

-That's what you said, right?
-Yes, ma'am.

Then, find my daughter.

(VOICE OVER PA SYSTEM)
This is President Jennifer Brown.

In this dark time in our nation's history,

we must call on our collective strength.

Our compassion and our generosity.

The resilience of Americans
is unparalleled.

And we will rebuild together.

-WOMAN: Why won't you help me?
-OFFICER: I'm trying. I'm sorry.

-WOMAN: He was working. Lower Manhattan.
-OFFICER: We're closing this location.

-Evacuate to one of the camps.
-WOMAN: Can't do that!

Everyone is sick in the camps.

OFFICER: There's medical care, food...

WOMAN: Is your husband's
body accounted for?

-Or is he out there rotting?
-OFFICER: He's not on our list.

You can check Boerum Hill.

WOMAN: They only have 'J' through 'M'
there. Why won't you help me?

-(BABY CRYING)
-I'm trying. I'm sorry. Let's go. Come on.

(VOICE OVER PA SYSTEM)
This is President Jennifer Brown.

In this dark time in our nation's history,
we must call on our collective strength.

Don't know how why anyone works here
if they never have any answers, right?

They should just throw it in a pile.
Let us sort through it ourselves.

I've seen you before.
We're always here at the same time.

Yeah.

-Who's this?
-Esmé.

Salinger?

-My husband chose it.
-That's who you're looking for?

You, too?

(VOICE OVER PA SYSTEM)
This is President Jennifer Brown.

My brother.

(VOICE OVER PA SYSTEM) In this dark time
in our nation's history...

Do you know where he was? Or...

Working. He wasn't even supposed
to go in that night.

But someone was sick.

-Good luck with your brother.
-You, too.

(VOICE OVER PA SYSTEM)
And we will rebuild together.

Please follow the instructions
of government officials

in order to make evacuation
as safe as possible.

MAN 1: I couldn't find it in my apartment.
Someone must have taken it.

MAN 2: Of course, they did.

First thing I'm looking for in a place
is a weapon.

WOMAN: Why do you have a taser, anyway?

It was a prop for a show. Jesus.

What do you want, man?

Thought I had it.
We've got the bike chain.

Only half the shit. Bike needs new treads,
not shitty props.

We could wait a couple of days.
It's all right.

They close the bridges, we're screwed.
Gotta go tonight.

What the fuck, Hero? Where have you been?

Did you get anything off the list?

Yeah... A Leatherman.

You were supposed to get a camping stove.
We have a knife.

As it turns out, you're not the
first person to think of looting an REI.

-SAM: You gotta take it easy.
-WOMAN: He's an asshole.

SAM: Yes.

Where the hell have you been?

-They're worried.
-They should be worried.

They're biking to Vermont to live
with Ian's transphobic grandma.

-She fucking hates him.
-Yeah. Okay.

-Then, evacuate with everyone else.
-Sam, come on.

What are we gonna do
in Vermont with Silas?

-Listen to yacht rock? Start a commune?
-(SAM CHUCKLES)

Then, let's leave. Right now.
We find a government rep,

-and tell them who you are.
-Sam!

Look, I get it. It's complicated.

But who gives a shit?
You'd have food and water.

I'm sorry.

You like me halfway sober, right?

Twenty minutes with my mom,
and I promise you, I won't be.

When have you ever been halfway sober?

I'm gonna go track down a camping stove.

(SIGHS)

-What time are we leaving?
-As soon as it's dark.

FEMALE ANNOUNCER:
You have six hours to evacuate.

Please make your way
to Grand Army Plaza for imme...

Captain? Captain?

-You headin' to New York?
-Yeah.

I'll be coming with you.

Who did you say you were again?

Sarah Burgin, Secret Service.

The President asked me
to hitch a ride with you.

-We're just dropping leaflets.
-Change of plans.

(EXHALES)

(CLATTERING)

-Mom, are you going to get dressed today?
-MARLA: Nope.

(CLATTERING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

(GASPS)

WOMAN: I don't want any...
Circulation just came in.

We need to tell General Reed,
and she needs to get here. ASAP.

AGENT: Yes, ma'am.

What was that?

There's a militia group occupying
the Arizona State house.

Twelve hostages, three state reps
with a team from NTSB.

They were coordinating
the highway cleanup.

-Extraction team?
-We're working on it.

-Demands?
-They're blaming us.

They think we unleashed
a biological weapon.

They want answers.

Food, medical supplies...

Get Luke Air Force Base on the sat phone.

Okay.

Any word from New York?

They'll call if she checks in.

Kimberly is here.
You promised her ten minutes.

-I can't.
-She'll keep asking.

Kim, how is your mother?

-You moved the timeline on New York?
-We had no choice.

What's the plan
for the Manhattan Cryobank?

A team's scheduled for Friday,
but if you move the timeline...

There's 80,000 New Yorkers
left on the island.

And priceless genetic material
in that building.

My father thought of me as an adviser.

He always wanted me
to share my opinion...

We're not sure
if any of that material is still viable.

We'll never know,

-if we let the backup generators die.
-Of course.

Which is why we've already secured over
100 sperm banks, but New York didn't...

You sent soldiers
to your daughter's neighborhood?

We sent soldiers
to every neighborhood, Kimberly.

(SCOFFS)

You're doing everything you can
for everyone you can.

But, ma'am, without men,
there is no future.

I hear you, but we're just trying
to survive the present.

FEMALE ANNOUNCER:
You have five hours to evacuate.

Please make your way to Grand Army Plaza
for immediate evacuation.

You have five hours to evacuate.

Please make your way
to Grand Army Plaza...

(AMPERSAND CHITTERING)

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENTS)

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT
IN CHINESE)

(AMPERSAND CHITTERING)

YORICK: Amp.

Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey.

Jesus! Hey.

(CLICKING TONGUE)

Hey. Hey, you want a treat?

I'll give you this Snickers,
buddy, come here.

(SIGHS) Damn it.

(SIGHS)

There's dead people down here.

Rats and shit. Come on, man.

God damn it.

Amp? Ampersand. Amp!

Amp.

Amp!

(EXHALING)

(GROANING)

(PANTING)

Amp! Amp.

Shit!

(GASPS)

(COUGHS)

Fuck! Oh, God.

(SIGHS IN RELIEF)

(FLIES BUZZING)

(GASPS)

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENTS
IN CHINESE)

(TRUCK REVVING)

Come on. Come on, come on,
come on, come on.

Come on, you fuck. Oh, God!

(EXHALES) Yeah.

(BLOWING)

Shit! Hi.

(SPEAKING CHINESE)

Yeah. Obviously,
I'm trespassing and you...

You seem like a nice lady,
so, look, I'm sorry.

Hey, if I could just grab a shirt
and maybe a pair of pants...

I can't...

Okay. Hi, everybody.

(SPEAKING CHINESE)

-Are you sick?
-No. No, no, no, no, no.

What are they talking about?
They talking about me?

Why aren't you dead?

That is a great question
and I wish I knew.

Look, I just swam in subway water.

I'm kinda worried my skin's
gonna start peeling off my skeleton,

just, like, dripping off onto the floor
in a little puddle,

and I don't love
being naked with strangers.

Can you just tell them,
if I knew you were here,

I would've just raided a GAP.

Or something, okay?
So, I'm just gonna go, okay?

Okay, okay. Okay. Can you tell her
to stop pointing that thing at me, please?

Can you just stop pointing at me, okay?
Can you just...

Okay. What do you...
Okay! Yeah, yeah, yeah, all right!

-I'm not gonna hurt you.
-She thinks we can trade you.

I haven't talked to someone in forever.
And my monkey ran away.

No, no, no.
Now, you're all staring at me and...

(GASPING)
Shit. Shit. I just need a sec.

(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY) Okay. Okay.

Fuck me. Doing this naked feels...

I'd give anything to just go home. Okay?

I'm sorry.

(GASPING)

(SPEAKING CHINESE)

YORICK: I'm sorry. Shit.

I'd give anything
if I could just go home. Please.

(CRYING)

(SPEAKING CHINESE)

Okay. Okay.

Okay.

You have to get out of the city. Now.

Don't get trapped here.

(SPEAKING CHINESE)

(IN ENGLISH) This is our home.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Here.

Look, you should just take it, okay?

You should get out of the city
while there's still time.

It was you, wasn't it?

I knew there was someone.

Thank you.

What?

I wasn't crazy.

(CHUCKLES)

At least, he wasn't alone.

WOMAN: Did you get a cat? Fuck.

Yorick a cat? Oh, my God.

YORICK: Do I look like a cat guy?
Who do you think I am?

WOMAN: That's the kind of shit
that you would think is funny.

YORICK: A cat's not funny.
What's funny about a cat?

WOMAN: Acquisition of a cat
is totally in your wheelhouse.

If you got a cat, I'm moving out.

YORICK: It's not a cat.
It's not a cat, don't worry.

Take a look. It's not a cat, I promise.

WOMAN: Yorick!

-A monkey?
-YORICK: I know. He's a capuchin.

-A capuchin?
-YORICK: We can call it Ampersand.

I think we could
call him Ampersand.

That sounds good Beth.

(AMPERSAND CHITTERING)

Amp. Amp.

Come here. Come. Come on. here.

God, you're such an asshole.

Hero?

(AMPERSAND CHITTERING)

(SIGHS)

Shit.

(EXHALES)

(SIGHS)

(TRUCKS REVVING)

(AMPERSAND CHITTERING)

Heck, I'm out of ideas, buddy.

SAM: They left an hour ago.
Took the bikes.

Do you have any idea
what it's like out there for me?

The questions I have to answer?

The shit I have to explain all over again?

The city used to be the one place

where I felt like I could breathe,
and now, the walls are closing in,

-and you cost me the one chance I had.
-I didn't ask you to wait for me.

-I'm a liability.
-They took the rest of the testosterone.

(SCOFFS)

Two weeks.

-Those fucking guys.
-God, you fucking hate everyone.

I don't hate you.

It's gonna be okay.

I've got you.

You've got me, okay?

Please, I just wanna find your mom.

Just...Please. Just suck it up.

I don't care what she did
or did not do to you

a hundred years ago,
when the world was different, okay?

And you owe me.

Okay.

Okay.

(CHATTERING)

NORA: I have White House credentials,
I worked for the President.

OFFICER: I need you to step back.

Nora Brady. Just call someone inside,
they'll tell you who I am.

-Ma'am, please.
-Ask the First Lady.

Hell, President Brown
can tell you who the fuck I am!

-MACKENZIE: Mom.
-NORA: No, no! She's not listening.

We belong inside. They need us inside.

Essential personnel only.

I am essential personnel! Jesus Christ!

OFFICER: You're not on the list.

MACKENZIE: Mom, let's just go. Please.

That's a mistake.

Call someone inside.

If they needed you, they would have sent
someone to get you weeks ago.

It took us a day-and-a-half to get here.

OFFICER:
I'm sorry. We're all doing our best.

Please, let's just go.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Yeah!

Marla?

-They said you were working, but...
-Please, any time.

I brought reinforcements.

You have any glasses, or...

That's all right,
I'm not much of a drinker.

You don't have to lie to me.

I still have more work to do.

You always have more work to do.

Don't make me drink alone.

What can I do for you?

Well...

I wanna go home.

You know, it's going to be months
before we can begin to rebuild...

I don't care about the White House.

I don't care about rebuilding.
I wanna bury my son in Lynchburg.

We don't have enough Secret Service.
I can't spare the ones we have.

-So, I'm a prisoner?
-(LAUGHS) Of course, not!

Maybe in a few months? Hmm?

Huh.

So, you moved the timeline on New York.

Isn't your daughter in New York?

She was.

I don't know where she is now.

Everyone thinks I'm in denial
that she's dead.

Hero? No.

She's a pistol. She's out there somewhere.

If she is, she's hiding.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

World ended
and she's still stubborn as hell.

When I was pregnant with Kimber,
a woman in a hair salon told me

I was having a girl.

"How did you know?" I asked her.

"Girls steal your beauty," she told me.

It's true. I look like shit.

Well,

I was awake all night, worried.

Would she be pretty? Would she be thin?
Would the world be kind to her?

Or would it make her feel small?

Would she...

Would she tell me her secrets?

Or would she see everything
she hated about herself in me?

Or worse.

Would I see everything
I hated about myself

in her?

(SCOFFS) With James, it was like...

I just hope his guts are on the inside.

This morning,
I sent someone to look for Hero.

Find her and drag her here.

One person to find her
in a city of millions.

I've already used more
than my fair share of resources.

I'd have sent the whole damn army.

I don't need a detail.
I'll walk if I have to.

I just wanna go home.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(DOOR LOCKS OPENING)

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SCREAMING)

Who are you? Huh? Who are you?

Yorick.

(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(BOTH GASPING)

How? Where were you?

(CRYING)

Come on.

AGENT 355: Come with me.