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Welcome, Miss Blackburn.

Sit anywhere you'd like.

Can I get you anything to drink?

Um, no. I'm good.

It reclines. For your comfort.

Jeanette?

Am I, like...

am I dead?

Martha!

I'm so happy you're here.

There is something
super important

I wanted to tell you.

What is it?

Martha!

What's happening?

Tide came in like
a fucking beast,

swallowed up the whole camp.

Martha, come here. Let me help.

I've got her. I've got her.

Why is there so much water?

I've got you. Come on.

- Goddamn tidal surge.
- Fuck!

Fuck!

Fucking ocean took all my shit!

Let it go. Come on.

Come on! Fatin, not important.

Let it go. Let it go!

Rachel, help!
I'm being pulled out!

Where are you going?
I can't hold on!

Ladies and gentlemen,

the tide is finally turning.

Thanks to your investment,
we're closer than ever

to ending the old paradigm

and realizing our
collective dreams

for the future.

Fire, water...

"The tide is turning."
Is that too cute?

- Too expected?
- Not at all.

I mean, you know, when
an idiom works, work it.

No. It's cheap.

Totally.

Okay. Let's get back into it.

Fire, water, shelter:

these are just a few
of the milestones

our subjects have
reached thus far.

As you know, we
began this project

with a humble theory and
just a whisper of hope

that it would be borne out.

But the images
you see before you

and nearly every bit of
data collected till now

indicate that this study
will deliver the outcome

we've all been dreaming of.

Our independently
minded subjects

are starting to cohere,

to share their thoughts
and their fears,

as they work toward solving
the challenges they face

together.

She looks tired.

She should be.

She's been working her ass
off for the last three days

trying to make up for her
Westboro Baptist moment,

as if that'll get
her uncanceled.

Your obsession with
Shelby is out of control.

I mean, I know you
have your theories.

Maybe she knows something.

Maybe she's behind this
or whatever, but...

...you gotta ease up.

No, yeah, I know.

I've been so stupid.

I was actually just
thinking, like...

if Shelby was behind this...

...that would mean
she volunteered

for this nightmare.

Who the fuck would do that?

Exactly.

That's it. Pull up stakes.

We're fucking moving.

Again?

Take a real good
look at this camp.

It's not a refurb job.
It is fucking totaled.

But I thought you said
the cave was a bust.

No, not the cave.

We move to Gold Cliff
Beach around the bend.

Doesn't seem like
the tide's bitch,

so, you know, maybe
this tsunami horseshit

won't hit us again.

It's not as windy there either.

Yeah,

which will come in handy,

seeing as we no longer
have a fucking fire

to keep us warm.

Shit. I hadn't thought of that.

Who was on fire duty last night?

Okay, technically,
it was my turn,

but Shelby practically
begged me to sub her in,

so who was I to deprive
her of that pleasure?

Look, I know that Shelby
has been trying so hard

to get back in our good graces,

but some of you have been
a little bit too quick

to take advantage of that.

Yeah, sorry not sorry.

Who cares? She's a bigot.

I'm gonna ask a question,
and it may not be helpful.

Okay, good.
Yeah, definitely do that.

Why did this catch
us so off guard?

I mean, haven't you been
keeping track of the tide?

What are you saying, Nora
should've seen this coming?

No, Rachel, that's
not what I'm saying

if you listen to me at all.

That's exactly
what you're saying.

What I'm saying is that...

Why are we pointing fingers?

This wasn't anybody's fault.

It's true.

It was bigger than
a normal tide.

Maybe from a storm or
an offshore earthquake.

It happened so fast, we
all acted irrationally,

like Fatin, who jumped
into a rip current

to save her toothbrush.

What?
It's the only thing keeping me human.

Or Rachel, who left
me for fucking dead.

I went to get the black box

because it's our
lifeline outta here.

- Don't come at me for that.
- Well, I'm your sister.

Guys, please.

Okay, well, blame game aside,

I think it's safe to say that
we can blame the dead fire

on our problematic Jesus freak.

Look what washed up.

My God! It's my bag!

Marty. Jackpot.

Okay, she finds two new bags?

How weird is that?

Thought we were dialing
back on the cray.

I am. It's just...

it's hard with her.

All right, well,
that's one down.

Who does this belong to?

- Two.
- Two?

Two.

Number two.

Next?

Which of the three
is the same length

as the line on the left?

Um...

I guess two?

Next?

What do you think?

Um...

I think you're all
embarrassing yourselves.

Mate, it's clearly number three.

My fucking cat could
tell it's number three,

and he's half blind.

The world thinks
our gender is weak,

and your move is
to reinforce that

by following the crowd like
a bunch of fucking sheep.

You have to do better.

And I know you're not here...

Look at that one.

A teenage girl who
knows her own mind.

Bravo.

Except she's a grad student

who's supposed to be
encouraging conformity

by giving the wrong answer.

She's a confederate?

A confederate who just
blew up the study.

Well, at least in
spectacular fashion.

Dr. West, I had no
idea that would happen.

Well, that's data for 11
subjects out the window.

But you know I'm good.

You know I'm normally
a killer in there.

And valuable lab hours
also out the window.

Shit. I'm sorry.

It's just that it pained
me to keep my mouth shut,

to see so many girls with
zero mind of their own

hostages to the
will of the crowd,

I mean, I just fucking went off.

Well, if it's any consolation,

the boys haven't
fared much better.

They're all hormones
and no backbone.

Yeah, it is a little.

My apologies.
I should've introduced you.

This is Linh Bach,
third-year doctoral student.

Linh, this is
Professor Gretchen...

Klein. I know who you are.

Of course you do.

I forget my profile is...

a little higher these days.

When do they decide if
you're getting the boot?

- Linh.
- Two weeks.

Wow.

Good luck.

Anyway, sorry.

I have to run, but
it was a pleasure

to finally meet you.

You too.

- It's definitely her bag.
- Damn.

Didn't expect this
from Jeanette.

Punk fucking rock.

Uno!

Okay, Martha, I like Uno.

We all like Uno, but
if you throw a party

over one more nonessential
item in that bag of yours,

I swear to God...

Yeah, the two-in-one
shampoo/conditioner

was a true low point.

What's wrong with it?
It smells like pears.

It's a two-step process.

Shampoo, then conditioner.

All right, let's see
what else she's got.

My God, guys, she has
a fucking lighter.

Jeanette is a fucking miracle!

Man, I mean, like, I took
her for a straight edge,

but it turns out she
drinks, she smokes.

She brought, like, 20
benzos to a weekend getaway.

Jeanette was actually living
that Amy Winehouse life?

I'm shook.

To Amy or Jeanette?

Both. Obviously.

Good find, Shelby.

I mean, this is huge.

Thanks.

I just got lucky, really.

Hey, um, birthday girl,

you know, if you're so
psyched about getting your...

Hedgehogs?

...hedgehogs back,
then don't you think

there's somebody
you could thank?

Yeah. Shelby, thank you so much.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Doesn't anyone else find this,

like, utterly and
completely unbelievable

that Shelby just,
like, found this bag?

Leah.

It's like a deus ex machina.

It's like a what?

It is, like, this
perfect little thing

that somehow has everything
that we need, and I...

I find it really fucking creepy

that you found this just
like you did before.

So, like, what are
you saying exactly?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I think something pretty
fucked is going on here,

and I think somebody
knows all about it.

We plan to intervene

as minimally as possible.

After all, we want
their behaviors

to be self-motivated, organic,

and untainted by
the observer effect.

God.

Are you okay?

Yeah. I hate stilettos.

Yet another mechanism
of oppression.

This is what the
patriarchy wants,

to turn us into
tall, slow geishas

with fallen arches
and fucking sciatica!

Well, can I ask, then, just
for my own edification,

why...why do you wear them?

Because my legs
look good in them.

Self-motivated behavior...
right.

Of course, safety is a priority.

So inconspicuous
overtures have been made.

Here you see a medical
reinforcement bag

delivered by our
team on day two.

Beyond that, it
is up to the ocean

to decide what comes ashore.

Seriously?

Water purification tablets?

There's enough protein
bars to last us forever.

There's warm clothes.
There's more meds.

Why the fuck would
Jeanette bring this shit

to a casual retreat in Hawaii?

Who gave you this bag, and
what the fuck do you know?

Leah, settle down.

I...I just want everybody
to think about this

for, like, two seconds.

Think about what
Shelby has done.

She has found not one but
two magical, lifesaving bags.

She is persistently optimistic,
almost as if she knows

that we are not
in actual danger.

She uses icebreaker
after icebreaker

to pump us for information

like some sort of
slumber party spy,

and not to mention,

she didn't eat any of
the fucking mussels.

I said I was allergic.

Hey, what the hell?
Give me the lighter back!

Tell us who you're working for.
Just tell us what you know.

Jesus Christ, Leah!

She's not Jason Bourne, okay?

I...I've seen her rap

on the morning
fucking announcements!

Leah, what are you doing?

Nora, it's fine, really.

If I throw this one out,

another one's just gonna pop up.

Right, Shelby?

Don't you fucking dare.

Leah!

Get a grip, please.

Where are you going, Shelby?

Where do you sneak off to
every morning and every night,

and what the fuck is
happening on this island?

You're hiding something.
I fucking know it.

Okay, yes. Maybe I am!

Happy?

This is it. The big secret.

I'm a freak who wears my
teeth on a piece of plastic,

and I'm not sneaking off as
part of some dirty scheme!

All right, I've been
cleaning this thing

as privately as possible

like I've done since
I was 11 years old.

Does that sorta
answer your questions?

Or if not, I could
give you a better look.

All right, then.

Guess y'all know everything now.

I'm a fake bitch with dentures.

Just one more reason to hate me.

Not that you needed any more.

Nice.

Nice job.

Care for another?

Sure.

It's on the house.

Any chance you remember me?

The conformity study saboteur.

The one and only.

Moonlighting.

Since fellowships pay like crap.

I'm curious.

When you ask people
for their ID,

how often do they say, "I
oughta be carding you"?

My God, all the time.

Americans love to drink when
they're feeling miserable,

don't they?

That's a big difference
between here and Australia.

When do Australians
like to drink?

All the fucking time.

Linh, right?

When you're bright
and passionate

and forward-thinking,

maybe even a bit of a firebrand,

do you ever dream

of putting the ivory tower
in the rearview mirror

and doing something
real for a change?

All the fucking time.

I've been working
on something big.

I can't really say much more,

except that there
will be a role for you

if you're open to it

and that things'll
accelerate now

since my days have
suddenly freed up.

They're fucking idiots
for letting you go.

Yes, well, ashes
make the phoenix.

There's something I've
been wanting to ask you

for a very long time.

I mean, since I first
read one of your books

and then immediately tore
through all the others.

You've read all my monographs?

Fuck. No.

Well, yeah.

I might've been
trying really hard

to play it cool when
Leonard introduced us.

Um, yeah, but the
truth is, I stan.

Aw.

So what's this burning question?

Do you hate men?

No. Not at all.

In fact, I've loved some
of them very deeply,

and I still love
a few to this day.

Well, I only ask
because of your work.

I mean, it's all about
women and their power.

Yes, but not over men.

Just us getting and
keeping our own.

I hate them.

I was drugged.

What?

House party.

Last year of high school.

Woke up in this fucking bedroom

and had no memory
of the night before.

The next day at school,
people were staring at me.

Sneering and pointing.

It turns out there was
a video that got posted

of these two guys

just laughing their
fucking asses off

while they groped me.

As hard as I try,

I, like, will never forget
the way I look in that clip.

Every muscle slack,
eyes rolling back

like a fucking corpse,

just totally oblivious
to the violence.

I'm so sorry.

Did you go to the police?

Not that it amounted to much.

I would've had to testify.

And everyone just
wanted it to go away.

The school, my friends,

even my fucking parents.

And that's why you confronted
the girls in the study.

Yeah.

I guess I just wanted
them to be braver than me.

Linh, you survived.

That's pretty fucking brave.

Is this what I hope it is?

I'm all in.

As you know, we
have one participant

who has been fully briefed

and is firmly under our control.

She's the "confederate,"
as we say in the field,

our woman on the inside.

Now, she's also an adult,
which gives us legal cover,

as she supervises
our younger subjects.

As for the other operative,

she functions more
as a failsafe,

someone with wilderness skills

who can reach out
in an emergency.

And she's an actual peer,

so she will blend seamlessly
into the social fabric.

All right.

Hoo!

Yeah, well, it's not
exactly the promise land,

but it's as good
as we're gonna get.

And look, comes pre-furnished.

All right. So how do we do this?

Should we start a fire,
make a plan for shelter?

Why are you asking me?

'Cause we always ask you.

All right. You're an athlete.

What's it called when
somebody trains so hard

that they just sort
of, like, flatline?

Burnout?

Bingo.

I'm done.

Wait, are you for
real right now?

Dot, you're the one
that relocated us.

Now you're just checking out?

Yeah.

Well, I'm nobody's
guiding light.

Not even my own.

Lighter's yours.

Wait.

Who are we missing?

Just getting a jump on
the firewood situation.

I only came here
to get some space.

I'm not, like,

up to anything.

Hey, I never took you
for a special ops rat.

That's Leah's shit.

Right.

You just think I'm an asshole.

You say your prayers
with that mouth?

Do you ever play pranks,
those fangs of yours?

You know, take 'em out,

put 'em on top of
your brother's lasagna

when he's not looking?

No.

You should think about it.

It'd be a dope signature move.

You know, my...
my issues with...

well, whatever...

like, with who you are...

I don't hate you, Toni.

You get that, right?

Yeah. You actually do, though.

I saw your face when shit
got a little too gay for you.

You fucking shuddered.

I'm sorry, that's hate.

Least you could do is own it.

Let me help.

Toni, Shelby, Martha,

Rachel, Nora, Leah,

Fatin, Dot.

Hey, is Dot the
other confederate?

She looks like the
rugged, dependable type.

Gretchen made it super clear

neither of you can know
who the other one is

'cause if you're caught
acknowledging each other,

you could expose everything.

Come on, Thom-o.
How 'bout a hint?

Honestly, if you think
I'd break Gretchen's trust

just like that, you're so wrong.

I'd rather fucking die.

You've been with us a month.
Give me a break.

I'm building your
socials, by the way.

Did you wanna review some
biographical details?

Sure.

Let's see.

So I just turned 17.

I was born on
February 14th, 2003.

A Valentine's baby.

I grew up in San Francisco.

The only child of
Yen and Minh Dao.

They own a restaurant in Bayview

and they make me
work as a prep cook

whenever they get slammed.

New haircut. Not bad.

Moving on.

A list of things that I'm into:

In-N-Out Burgers,

Mango Tango bubble tea,

Disneyland, and...

Timoth�e "Chala-met."

"Chala-may."

Is that how you pronounce it?

Yeah, the T's silent.

So I think I'm also a
big fan of The Following.

Can you write it down? Thanks.

Sanrio, my Hydro
Flask, The Office...

the American version...

Greta Thunberg,

and, obviously, my dogs,

Coco and Jax.

She let you borrow her
pugs for that shoot?

I thought you were a cat person.

Of course I am.

Cats are a thinking
person's pet.

My alter ego, on the other hand,

loves her some idiot canines.

Speaking of, have you thought
of a name for her yet?

It might help inspire
ideas for her handles.

I'm sorta thinking...

...Evangeline.

- Evangeline?
- Yeah.

Where did that come from?

I don't fucking know.

It was just a bad instinct
that I talked myself out of.

Jeanette is much
better, don't you think?

Absolutely. Nice edit.

Thanks.

I mean, my God,

building her playlist
has been the worst part.

I mean, every trending song

has the same stupid
sugarcoated beats,

like shooting Pixy Stix
into your fucking veins.

Look.

Well, I do like P!nk.

Right?

- I snuck her on there.
- Aw.

A little gem in a sea of shit!

I was afraid I wouldn't
find someone like you,

that the right
person would elude me

and it would all fall apart.

Should I ask for more money?

No.

I'm just glad our paths met.

We crossed paths twice.

First on campus and
then right here.

Right. Quite the coincidence.

Except the second time wasn't.

No, it wasn't.

So I'm obviously your favorite.

God, no contest.

Shh.

Should we toast to Linh's
last night being Linh?

I mean, I was just
telling Gretchen

that I will miss my
own taste in music.

In fact, this might
be my last chance

to take a walk on the wild side.

She's doing it.

All right, coming
up next is Linh.

- Come on.
- No, no. Don't sing.

- Come on!
- I don't sing, I don't dance.

Everyone give her a
round of applause.

Gretch, get the fuck up here.

It's my last hurrah!

It's the least I can do.

Ooh.

Hey, everybody, circle up.

Let's talk about
transitions of power.

In patriarchal societies,

these are typically
marked by violence.

Resources are lost,
blood is shed,

often on a grand scale.

In contrast, we expect
our subjects to discover

a peaceful, female-driven
model of governance.

The mantle of leadership
will be passed

as needed

and entirely without conflict.

Yo, Martha.

You should go over there,
cut up that driftwood,

make a roof for a new shelter.

Boy.

Here.

Whoa, I just had
the worst d�j� vu

of my gym teacher
throwing a pinnie at me

for the flag football unit,

and I'm gonna tell you
the same thing I told her:

I'm not playing.

Yes, you are.

You're gonna hit up the
woods, look for food,

and fill that bag with
whatever you can find.

Thanks.

Leah!

Since you're so interested

in the bags that
roll up in here,

you can take over inventory.

And, Nor, you're with me.

We can go track down
some dry kindling.

Hello.

I'm inviting you to
come along with me.

Isn't that, like,
your wet dream?

To be by my side,

watching over me
and babysitting me?

Nice.

And a very smart use of
your time, by the way.

What...what's wrong
with you people?

Quit being such fucking pussies.

Yeah, I love a bitchy dom,

but you're really
not reading the room.

Welcome to Rachel.

World-class self-abuser
turning that abuse on us,

expecting us to work

as psychotically
hard as she does.

I'm not abusing anybody.

Then how do you describe
what you're doing now?

I'm just dealing
out some tough love.

Your favorite.

Because it worked
so well for you.

You should...

you should tell them.

Tell them your success story.

- Stop.
- Or if you don't wanna do it,

I could.

Nora, don't.

There is no Stanford.

No career.

No big Olympic future.

Just...

a sad liar

who got cut from the team,

who's just pretending

to herself

and everyone else

that it's not over.

You know what, Nor?

Maybe instead of getting
twisted over shit in my life,

you should try and get
one of your fucking own!

It's genetic, by the way, the...

When my baby teeth fell out,

the...the other ones
just never came in,

in case you were wondering.

I wasn't.

Yeah, I'm not
fishing for sympathy.

But it hasn't not been hard.

Okay, Becky, maybe don't
talk to me about hard.

Nobody believes me
when I say this,

but I do have actual problems,

like, way more than
you can imagine.

All right, great.
Let's hear 'em.

Do you have any
idea what it's like

to have to be
pitch-perfect every second?

To be watched like a hawk

for the slightest
bit of weight gain

or the tiniest wobble in my heel

or...or if my hem is just
a centimeter off regulation

or I say the wrong thing
about international politics?

Well, then God help me.

So you're complaining
about being judged

when you literally
signed up for that.

I know. I...

I know, but...

but I'm not just talking
about pageant stuff.

It feels like everywhere I go,

somebody's asking me to, like...

...to meet some
kind of expectation.

It's a lot is all.

The pressure.

Yeah, well, my dad's been
a no-show since day one,

and my mom's in and out of rehab

like it's the
fucking White Castle.

So nobody expects shit from me.

Doesn't feel great either.

Do you know how many field
trips I've had to bail on

'cause no one's been there
to sign my permission slip?

You know, and I
don't give a fuck

about going to the
planetarium, you know.

It just would've been
nice to have someone there

to say that I could.

Yeah, but, like, you don't...

But what?

Shelby, you know, if you're
trying to out-sad me,

it's a losing fucking battle.

But you're free.
Don't you see that?

You don't have to
answer to anybody.

And neither do you!
Not right now, anyway.

I mean, you're on
a deserted island

a million miles
away from whatever

bullshit expectations
that you left behind.

You know, you're
free here, Shelby,

and if you're not taking
advantage of that,

then I don't know what
the fuck to tell you.

Shelby!

Shelby, wait!

Stop!

Nora!

Fuck you, Nora!

Do you think we should,
like, intervene?

Not yet.
Let's see where things go.

Agreed.

Nora!

Fuck you!

Do you know what
actually kills you?

How much you need me.

Is that what you think?

I bail you out of hospitals.

I hold back your hair

when you won't swallow
your fucking dinner!

Fuck you, Nora.

Say it.

You need me.

You need me. You need me!

Nora, that's fucking bullshit!
Okay?

That's just a lie you
tell your own damn self

'cause it gives you
some kind of purpose.

It gives you an
excuse not to become

your own fucking person!

Fuck you!

Okay, I really think we
need to do something.

Don't get involved.

When me and my sisters
fight, it's to the death.

Ouch.

That was a knee to the
tit, ladies and gentlemen,

but wait, Rachel's
not down and out yet.

She retaliates...

- Rachel!
- ...with a heel to the twat!

Shit!

The drama is poppin'.

The stakes are high.

Where will it end?

Who will come out on top?

Stop it. You're both acting
like shitty five-year-olds.

I'll kill you!

I'll kill you!

One fucking job.

What the hell, Dorothy?

Come on.
Like I meant to do that.

Yeah, right.

You've all been giving me
shit about my toothbrush

since the jump.

This was obviously
a targeted attack.

You better hope it still works.

It's gonna work.

It's dying!

I've never related so
much to a toothbrush.

Dot, look what you fucking did!

Come on, don't put that on me.
It was on its last legs.

And guess what, Fatin.

If you put in the same
amount of work of,

I don't know, just
moving your arm

a goddamn little,

you'll still get the
same goddamn job done.

Vodka.

Truth serum?

For disinfecting
cuts and scrapes.

But hey, if it helps them
open up a little, why not?

However hard you think
this is gonna be,

count on it being
much, much harder.

I understand.

I'm not sure you do.

You've endured
traumas of your own.

When the shadows
of those traumas

are reawakened out there,

you can and will be triggered.

You told me that you
wanna do something real,

and I believe you.

But you've been working
in sanitized spaces

on a theoretical
level for a long time.

Gretch,

you can trust me.

I just want you to
prepare yourself

for how brutal real can be.

Give it up, Nora.
I've got you fucking pinned.

Fuck!

Here, why don't
we walk this off?

- Let me help you...
- Walk what off? I'm fine.

Jesus, that stung!

Wait, wait!

Get off me, Nora!

What the fuck?

Stop!
Stop! Just everybody, stop!

This right here,

this ain't happening.

If we go out, and I'm not
so sure that we won't,

it's not gonna be at
each other's throats,

because there is zero
fucking dignity in that.

What do you mean, "go out"?

I've been thinking.

First few days of this,
we were on every paper,

every channel,

news vans in front
of your houses,

sticking microphones
in front of your moms

and your dads and your dogs.

A couple more days go by

and maybe it's only
the local news.

A few more days and...

country A invades country B.

Elijah Wood dies, Sasha
Obama rips a bong,

and then...

...we're no longer
in the conversation.

The world's moved on.

And I mean, maybe we've got
some diehards out there,

people who love you enough

to keep making noise and
pounding the pavement,

but it's been...
it's been 15 days

and searches don't last forever,

not without leads
and not without cash.

We are stuck here.

The least we could do
is not kill each other,

'cause trust me, this
place can take care of that

just fine on its own.

Jeanette might've
been the lucky one.

The one who went out quick.

Welcome aboard.

Hi! Ooh, quick question.

Will there be an
outlet at my seat?

Because my phone's
at, like, 12%.

Yes. There will be.

Okay, cool.

Aloha!

Heading to Hawaii, and
the energy is fire!

My God, look how
baller this plane is!

Aloha.

Hi! I'm Jeanette.

Welcome, girl. I'm Shelby.

I don't know why I
just said welcome.

It's not my plane.

I love your bangs, by the way.

Aw, thanks.
I love your blank forehead.

Hi.

Hi-hi. I'm Jeanette.

Okay, how stoked are
you for this trip?

Do you think they'll give
us drinks in coconuts?

'Cause that is so
on my bucket list.

Honestly, the plane could do

a nosedive into the ocean,

and I wouldn't
give a flying fuck.

Boat three.

Be careful.

They're on boat two.

Nice and easy.

Trains are running on time.

Of course. You're a pro.

How you feeling?

If I tell you, do you
promise not to repeat it?

Come on.

Like Napoleon...

with a cunt.

Ooh.

Ready to go?

Need to travel you back.

F...

What's wrong?

I can't do this.

- What do you mean?
- I can't do this!

They didn't fucking
ask for this!

Linh, wait!

Linh, give me your hand.

Fuck.

Fuck, I'm sorry.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, I think so.

Are you sure?

Alpha to Alex,
heading stateside now.

Just wanted to confirm
all okay on your end.

Alex to Alpha,
there's actually...

there's actually
been an incident.

No, shh.

Sorry, you're breaking up.

Linh, I need to report this.

Linh, we can go back
and re-strategize.

- We can...
- I'm fine, I swear.

I'm back.
It brought me to my senses.

Linh.

I'm okay.

Call it in.

False alarm, Alpha.

Well, if she's still with you,

can you tell her
how brave she is?

Linh, what are you doing?

I'm ready.

Can't we just take
a second to...

I'm ready. Okay?

What are you waiting for?

Go. Go, go.

It's true what we're doing

involves substantial risk,

but every game-changing
endeavor does,

and that is what
we're after here,

radical game change.

At the end of 12 weeks,

we will have seen
Gynotopia in action

and have proof that it
is women and not men

who have a natural gift

for creating harmonious
and capable communities

and that the reins of power
should finally be shifted

into their hands.

If we endeavor...

Fuck it.

Fuck it.

To hell with ceremony,
to hell with the script,

to hell with male domination

that has turned this
planet into a war-torn,

money-hungry fireball.

You know why you're here.

You know why you supported us.

Because ten years from now,

you don't wanna be
watching the apocalypse

wishing that you'd
had the courage

to do something insane

in the name of fucking progress!

Thank you.

Did you like that faux
scripted-unscripted

show of emotion?

Masterful touch.

Um, and then you'll open
it up to questions, right?

Right.

Is there anything you think
I should be prepared for?

I...I did sort of wonder
how you might respond

if they ask you about Linh.

I'll tell them

that she's giving
it her all out there

and we're very proud.

Here.

Boiled and cooled
if you're thirsty.

I'm fine.

Okay.

Change your mind...

All right, well, now it's
just too fucking quiet.

Hey, this might be the
apocalypse talking,

but aren't you gonna
suggest some...

"never would I rather" shit?

God.

We're really gonna die here.

Does anybody else hear that?

Hear what?

Hey! A plane!

Help!

My God!

- Hey!
- Hey!

Wait, he sees us!

He fucking sees us!

- Yes! Yes!
- Yes!

Beep-beep. Coming through.

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