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Previously on Yellowjackets...

Oh, my fucking God.

- Did you kill that guy? Fuck. - Yeah.

- Are we going to jail? - Course not.

- We're here to rescue you. - I'm doing

a fucking thing here, Misty.

I don't need you getting in my way.

Finally. Please,

I want to join.

Taissa, you are very sick.

Things are tense with Simone's family right now.

Remember what I told you about my, um, problem?

It's getting worse.

- Tai? - Hey, Van.

We need to find a way

to stay alive.

There's a place. The others don't know about it.

- I can take you there. - Javi!

The wilderness chose.

No...

I figured out where Javi was hiding.

You're not like

the rest of these girls.

I let him die in my place.

You really don't belong in this place.

- Shauna's phone. - Lottie

is running a wellness center.

I'm on my way there right now.

I think you should go.

Sorry to interrupt. Uh, there's an urgent call

for one of your guests.

Shauna, hey!

Do you recall that missing man?

The authorities

believe they found his remains

buried in Hacklebarney State Park.

This place seems fun.

- Go find your mother. - What?

- What are you gonna do? - I'm going to take care of this.

- What does that mean? - It means I have a plan,

Callie. So just go.

You followed us here.

Only 'cause you wouldn't tell us where your wife was.

- I killed Adam Martin. - Jeff, what the fuck you doing?

I did it to protect our family.

Jeff Sadecki, I presume?

Do you want to help me move this body?

It won't stop

until it gets what it wants.

You know there's no "it."

It was just us.

You can submit or you can run.

Don't move!

We tried to kill you

and it wouldn't let us.

The wilderness chose who fed us,

it's already chosen who should lead us.

You killed people? Tell me!

Move!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Fire! Get up, get up, get up!

♪ pulsing music ♪

♪ eerie music ♪

I know I saw her.

Maybe it was one of us. Come on.

Oh!

What the fuck, Shipman?

Give it to me!

Fuck you!

Get off me, gaywad!

Let go of it!

Oh, what is even happening right now?

Hey, Shauna!

Hey!

- She bit me! - Hey!

Right? You all saw that, right?

Yeah, yeah. You know the rules, Mari.

You get tagged, you give it up.

I don't have it.

Shit.

♪ "Maxwell Murder" by Rancid ♪

- It's fucking Quigley! - You knew.

♪ Same old game that he's playing ♪

♪ His rules are never fair ♪

♪ Nobody want to look back, everybody want to ♪

♪ Get high tonight before they run out of time ♪

♪ Where's the felon, yeah the chargeable felon ♪

♪ The name of the crook who committed the crime ♪

♪ 999 if you really want the truth ♪

♪ Dial 999 if you can't see it through ♪

♪ He ain't Jack the Ripper, he's your ordinary crook ♪

♪ Calling Maxwell Murder for you ♪

♪ Maxwell got a hand in this plan ♪

♪ He knows who you are in this plan ♪

♪ Chop the rock before you bought it ♪

♪ Sickness Maxwell knows you caught it, 999... ♪

We did it! We did it!

Olly olly oxen free! We won! We won!

Psych.

I was just decoy, biyatch.

That's backwards, moron.

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!

Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!

Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!

♪ Calling Maxwell Murder for you ♪

♪ "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 ♪

♪ "Morning Has Broken" by Cat Stevens ♪

♪ Morning has broken ♪

♪ Like the first morning ♪

♪ Blackbird has spoken

♪ Like the first bird ♪

♪ Praise for the singing ♪

♪ Praise for the morning ♪

♪ Praise for them springing ♪

♪ Fresh from the world ♪

♪ Sweet the rains new fall ♪

♪ Sunlit from Heaven ♪

♪ Like the first dewfall ♪

♪ On the first grass ♪

♪ Praise for the sweetness ♪

♪ Of the wet garden ♪

♪ Sprung in completeness ♪

♪ Where His feet... ♪

Loser says what?

- Knock it off, Mar. - How's your hand?

Hey, aren't you coming?

I'm good.

Wait. It's just...

Van's been working so hard and...

So, are you asking me if I want to go

or telling me I have to?

Y-You don't have to do anything, Shauna.

I was just checking in.

And I deeply appreciate it, my queen.

Welcome to the first annual

Summer Solstice Festival!

Annual?

Before we get started,

congratulations to the winners of Capture the Bone,

a name I still think we should consider

workshopping further.

Spread that V, dot that I...

Roll that C-T-O-R-Y.

Boo!

Per our wager, I hope

the rest of you enjoy being our servants for the day.

Yeah!

Now, let's get started, shall we?

Previously, on The Yellowjackets...

On the verge of making history

by sweeping nationals without giving up

a single goal, thanks mostly to the raddest goalkeeper

in the history of the sport...

Ooh! Boo!

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Let's go!

Our heroes--

no, our she-roes--

were robbed of fame and fortune

by the cruel hand of fate

and by mechanical failure

or possibly pilot error. Unclear.

But... no mere plane crash

could keep our intrepid girls--

and a few dudes-- down.

No, they rose to this new challenge

like the champions they were always meant to be.

God, I fucking hate them.

Like, sorry I'm not psyched to hear some bullshit story

about our adventures in the woods.

My best friend is dead. My baby is dead.

I held his body when it was covered in my blood

and then I had to put his corpse out in the cold

while everyone else talked about

fucking sacrifices and miracles.

But with their sacrifices

came miracles.

They survived hunger.

They survived blizzards.

They survived...

the shit bucket.

Now, could they survive

an unthinkable attack

by a raging psychopath?

A homicidal monster

masquerading as a hot--

if you're into that kind of thing--

high school soccer coach?

You bet your ass they could.

Now, thanks to their unlikely new leader...

- Mm-hmm. - they worked

for 12 days and nights to feed

the very fire that destroyed their home.

And seeing their courage and their faith...

...the wilderness then provided

the greatest miracle yet.

Spring came.

And with it, a new beginning.

How's this story for you?

Once upon a time,

a bunch of teenage girls got stranded in the wilderness

and they went completely fucking nuts.

Thanks to Nat's training, Gen provided game to eat.

Thanks to Tai, they were able to build new shelters.

Handy lesbians for the win.

They worshipped evil spirits and they hunted their friends

and they feasted on their flesh and they fucking liked it.

So they told themselves stupid fairy tales

and pretended they were brave and strong.

Thanks to the fact that they're a team,

they never gave up hope

that their story does not end here.

Wow.

Because the reality was

that even if rescue came,

they could never go home again.

Go, go, go!

Because of what they'd done.

Because of what they'd become. That's the truth.

And hearing anything else makes me want to just fucking...

♪ dramatic music ♪

Oh, fucking shit.

Cals, are you still here?

I'm getting dressed.

Oh, my God, you're running so late.

That's very helpful.

Oh, I made oatmeal.

- Which I hate. - I know

it's disgusting but I think we should start eating

- more of it. - I'll keep that in mind.

Um...

It's Natalie's funeral today.

- I'm sorry. - She already been cremated.

But today is, like, the whole service and...

I, uh... I really have to go.

You left the dinner dishes in the sink last night.

I had a ton of homework. I'll do them when I get home.

How hard is it to just do them?

All you have to do is just rinse off the dishes

and just put them in the dishwasher.

Really?

After everything that's happened,

you're worried about the dishes?

Is that...

Callie, have you been smoking chronic?

- Did you just say chronic? - I did.

And I regret it, deeply.

It's your dad, it's-- Doesn't matter.

It is 7:30 in the morning.

I don't even know what you're talking about.

But as you pointed out, I'm already late.

We see the wizard of tones

preparing to start the exercise.

We know that

- when the bell rings, - Misty?

we should be in a comfortable position.

And ready for meditation.

Misty!

Sorry to interrupt.

I just wanted to let you know

that there was an alert on

the "Meetings Are Murder,

Unless They're About Murder" board.

Now, I know you don't go there anymore

'cause of your creative differences with Eric.

But it-it seemed like a pretty tasty one.

"Tasty" was a weird word choice.

Anything else?

Well, um... actually, yes.

I just wanted to see what time you wanted to leave

for Natalie's memorial.

Memorials and funerals are

time-honored grieving technologies, Misty.

Are we done here?

Yes. Of course.

I'm sorry. It's not my place.

What's that?

Huh?

Oh, that?

I wasn't even sure I should tell you about it,

or just handle it myself.

It's just,

with Natalie's Myers-Briggs type

and her lifelong nomadic tendencies,

I figured there was a high probability of her

keeping a storage unit in the area.

I did some digging, and...

that's the key.

Somebody should probably make sure there isn't anything

incriminating in there.

Or sentimental, I-I guess.

I'm happy to handle it if-if you're not feeling up to it.

I'll take care of it.

Okay.

♪ intriguing music ♪

Holy fucking Christ.

Shh. Church, Shauna.

Jesus.

Natalie liked her swings, all right.

I had to push her till it got dark.

She'd throw a fit if I didn't.

So, I pushed her.

I'm her mother.

Anyhow, it's over now.

Okay.

That's it.

To Nat.

- Nat. - Nat.

Fuck, she's really gone.

Her dad, that whole horror show.

Yeah, it's a miracle she survived...

before, you know, we survived.

You can just say, "Ate each other." I mean...

Nat was never one for bullshit.

I feel like she'd appreciate us just going right at it.

What does any of it mean, anyway?

Nat's life.

Our lives.

I mean, if you're lucky, it's smoke and mirrors,

and you can't even remember half of it.

Well, you're a laugh riot today, aren't you?

If I died tomorrow,

what would people say at my funeral?

We'd lie and say nice things.

I mean normal people.

Here lies Shauna Sadecki.

Besides whatever the hell she did "out there,"

she was the worst wife and mother on the planet.

- Hey, come on. - Stop.

She's survived by a messed-up daughter

and a husband who

blossomed after her death.

Here lies Taissa Turner,

the first state senator to impeach herself

before taking office.

Knock it off, both of you. Just...

No one's dying tomorrow.

So, I feel like we still have time to workshop our eulogies

before we all reconvene in hell.

Speaking of hell, where is Misty?

You told her about the funeral, right?

You said you would.

Lottie's not here either.

Because she's in a facility for the...

differently sane.

Yeah, uh, whatever. It's fine.

I'm sure Citizen Detective Quigley could have

found out some other way.

She's probably bugged the table

and she's listening right now.

Yeah.

Hey, you good?

What is it?

Oh, um... nothing.

Testing.

Testing, one, two, three.

Quigley, are you there

or are you making love to your parrot?

Those things aren't mutually exclusive, you know.

- Oh, come on. - Mm.

You go, Misty.

♪ haunting music ♪

Can you help me with this?

Here.

Hey, watch it.

That's our dinner.

- Okay. - Oh, Jeeves...

Could one of you bottle us

some berry wine over here?

Don't.

Can't believe we didn't eat that bitch first.

Mari's so dumb I heard she chipped a tooth on her vibrator.

Wait. Do you, like, actually have a personality?

Hey, Shauna, can you, uh, try this on?

I hope I didn't make it too heavy,

but Lottie asked me

to make you something really special

for the ceremony tonight.

Why?

Oh.

Well, because you're his mother.

I'm not wearing that.

Are you sure?

'Cause I really think that

- it will make you feel better-- - Get the fuck off of me.

Oops. My bad.

♪ tense music ♪

Are you guys meeting now?

Do you want me to, um, to take minutes?

Nope.

Thanks, uh, Misty,

but, uh, we're good.

Um, you were the MVP today.

You should just relax. Enjoy it.

Okay.

Bye, Misty.

Who's up first?

Okay, then.

How's the hunting lately?

Good. The deer are running like crazy in the north valley.

Have you seen anything while you're out there?

- Like murderous pyro tracks? - Stop.

You guys, we've talked about this.

There's no way that he's alive.

- Nat. - I've scouted

every inch of this place for miles.

There's no sign of him.

Either he starved or he froze to death.

I'm telling you, Coach is dead.

♪ dark music ♪

Well, I guess that's it.

Okay.

Hey, Nat.

Can we talk?

This thing between Shauna and Mari...

Uh, Shauna's in a mood and Mari's Mari.

It'll blow over.

It's not like this morning was the first time.

I really think you need to talk to them.

And what? Tell them to start liking each other or else?

Maybe I should make them say one nice thing

about each other.

Come on.

Tai, it's dumb girl shit.

We have, you know, we have actual life or death

- to deal with here. - That's my point, Nat.

Maybe out here, it's all life or death.

Don't forget what happened to Jackie.

♪ eerie music ♪

♪ pulsing music ♪

She OD'd on fentanyl.

My mom says it's true.

They were doing weird cult shit in the woods.

That one there, she was, like, the guru.

Callie's mom was there, you know.

They killed pigs and ate them raw,

then smeared their guts all over themselves

and had this totally drugged-out orgy.

We should so get Kyle drunk,

then ask if Callie's into freaky shit, too.

Definitely.

Oh, my God, yeah.

♪ suspenseful music ♪

He's my son, too.

I know he doesn't want to talk to me,

but if you could just put him on for one second.

No, no-- You know what?

Maybe you don't want me to talk to him.

What are you telling him, Simone? I...

You all right?

No.

You don't look too hot, either.

Yeah. Well, turns out

doing shots in the middle of the day is not great

when you're dying of cancer.

You're terminal. What are you scared of, a fatty liver?

Hilarious.

You didn't sign a single one? Van.

I signed the DNR.

Happy? That way, when I flatline,

everyone will know they can go to lunch.

Don't shut me out.

Please, come stay in my room.

It's been weeks.

Why can't we be together?

Why? Are you fucking kidding me?

What did you ditch me for-- the veneer of respectability?

Your high-powered law degree?

The irony, the tragic joke,

is that you ended up gay anyway and married to a woman,

a woman you're still fucking married to.

So, instead of asking me why, at the end of my life,

I'm not leaping at the opportunity

to sleep with you, how about you just go fuck yourself?

Can I at least take you to dinner?

If you're up for it? I feel like we could both

stand to get out of this house.

I literally just told you to go fuck yourself,

- and you're asking me out? - Did I mention

it'll be stupidly expensive and I'm paying?

Oh, fuck.

- Hey! Callie! - Jesus, hi.

Why are you delivering SwiftEATS?

Mm, Tammy took me back, said I had to get a job.

And this is what you chose?

My application is pending at NASA.

Give me the bag, Randy.

I took a peek inside.

- That is one weird order. - Yeah, uh...

- Hurry up and give it to me. - Be careful.

- It's heavy. - Bye.

♪ quirky music ♪

Oh, shit.

Hey, Principal Benic.

Everything okay with Callie?

Uh-huh.

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

She did what?

♪ atmospheric music ♪

Are they kicking in yet?

Can you feel anything?

I feel everything.

And nothing.

Did you ever notice that everything and nothing

are both filled with things?

Why don't you sit with me?

Dude, you're so high.

I am so high.

You know, it's okay to be angry about what happened to Javi.

And to your dad.

Well, what about Shauna?

Grieving's not a competition, Travis.

I did try to talk to her, but we...

She kind of shut me out.

"Needing a shrink doesn't make you a shrink,"

quote unquote.

You had a shrink?

Shrinks. Plural.

Huh.

And the pills they gave me made it so I stopped...

...mm, you know...

...seeing things.

Anyway, um...

whose therapy session is this, anyway?

And then you got out here

and you started seeing things again.

Until I didn't.

Do you hear something?

No.

- Why, do you? - It...

It's...

It's the trees.

T-They're crying.

No.

No, they're... they're screaming.

Travis, it's not-it's not real.

It's not real. It's not real!

You really can't hear that?

No.

You will.

♪ ominous music ♪

That's pretty good.

Come and get it, Bambi.

Guts?

Our daughter was suspended

for assaulting girls with guts?

I mean, come on, "assault."

It's...

It's not like she had a gun and a mask.

She had, like, some intestines and a liver.

You just said, Shauna, you just said that

their parents are calling it assault.

"Calling it."

And we're sure, uh... Aw, Jesus.

We're sure that they weren't human?

- The girls? - The guts.

Like, the... the guts, Shauna.

- Oh. - Shauna.

Oh, no. Of course they weren't.

You can't... you can't just

DoorDash human entrails.

I mean, like, have you talked to her?

Where is she? Where is she? Cal?

She's gonna be home in, like, an hour.

She wanted to get a boba.

Uh...

Uh-huh.

Why would she do that?

Why would she do such a thing?

Oh, I don't know, honey. It's...

She's talked about going vegan, right?

Maybe it was some kind of statement?

Do you think? Or, like, I don't know,

Gen Z TikTok bullshit.

Yeah.

Crazy.

You're hungry?

Oh, my God.

I'm just not gonna freak out.

Okay? It's only gonna make things worse.

Than what, Shauna?

Because six weeks ago, our daughter saw your friends,

wearing animal masks,

chasing you through the woods with knives.

She shot one of 'em--

who's in the loony bin now--

and then she watched Natalie die.

And we told her that I'm a blackmailer.

And you're a murderer.

That's not typical trauma.

That's not a typical childhood,

and I think it's real possible our daughter's not okay.

We're just leaving these open now?

We don't close these anymore?

Did you smoke some chronic?

No. Mm-mmm.

By the way, nobody calls it chronic anymore.

You have to stop that.

Noted.

Foie gras with our house-made cotton candy.

Chef recommends one bite.

Thank you for making that clear.

Thanks.

This is the hot ticket, huh?

You kidding?

I had to call a guy to call a guy just to get us in.

We doing this?

Mmm.

Mm.

I'm sorry, don't you want to take

a flamethrower to this place?

Why do people come here?

Don't they see how stupid it is?

What a waste of their fucking life?

Jesus.

Fuck it. You want to just get a pizza

and a quart of fudge ripple? We can eat it on the roof.

Really?

Yeah.

Deal.

Um...

Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on.

You remember the night of Amber Nutting's party?

We went to that diner off of, uh, Route 9.

What, are you serious?

Completely.

You're a senator.

Was.

And I'm disgraced. Hm.

Shit, in New Jersey, that means you can do anything.

I'll go first. You meet me out back.

Excuse me, darling.

I just need to use the ladies' room.

Do be quick. Every minute away from you

- is a torture. - Mm.

♪ pensive music ♪

♪"I Think We're Alone Now" by Tiffany ♪

It's okay.

It's okay.

- Excuse me. Ma'ams. - Shit, Tai, it's our waiter.

- Think you forgot to pay. - What?

- Excuse me. - Yes, he's, like, in pursuit.

- Just be... be cool. - Hello.

Fuck. Just run.

Fuckers. Hey!

♪ Children behave ♪

♪ That's what they say when we're together ♪

♪ And watch how you play ♪

♪ They don't understand, and so ♪

♪ We're running just as fast as we can... ♪

This way.

♪ Holding on to one another's hand... ♪

Whoa!

♪ Trying to get away into the night ♪

♪ And then you put your arms around me... ♪

Whoa, whoa. Whoa.

Hey, man, you okay?

Hey.

Hey. Hey, somebody help!

Sir? Sir, sir?

Hey. Hey, man, it's gonna be okay.

Just stay with me. One. Two. Three.

Hey, stay with me, man.

♪ "Glycerine" by Bush ♪

♪ It must be your skin ♪

♪ I'm sinking in ♪

♪ It must be for real ♪

♪ 'Cause now I can feel ♪

♪ I don't want this ♪

♪ Remember that ♪

♪ I'll never forget where you're at ♪

♪ Don't let the days ♪

♪ Go by ♪

♪ Glycerine ♪

♪ Glycerine ♪

♪ uneasy music ♪

What?

Nothing.

God, the service here is slow.

Oh, garçon.

Okay.

So, for your solstice dining pleasure or whatever,

we have deer soup.

Also known as braised venison stew,

served with our finest vintage of berry wine.

Ooh.

Bon appétit.

What?

Aren't you hungry?

Go ahead.

Just give me a reason.

What the fuck? Shauna just spit in my food.

Here we go.

Come on.

Are you gonna do something about this or what?

Jesus Christ. Shauna, did you spit in her soup?

What?

No. The fact that you even think I would is insulting.

♪ tense music ♪

You should eat.

I worked hard to make it.

I should fucking kick your ass.

I told you to eat, bitch!

That's it! That's it!

I've fucking had it with this shit!

If everyone wants me to be the camp counselor, then fine.

Starting tomorrow, you're both on house arrest.

Stay in your shelters.

I don't want to see your faces for a week, okay? Got it?

What?

Uh, this is bullshit. She attacked me.

Keep going, Mar, I'll make it two weeks.

Oh. You know what?

Fuck this.

You know, screw all of you.

I'm out of here!

Let her go. Don't let her ruin the rest of the night.

♪ Can't stay at home, can't stay in school ♪

♪ Old folks say, "You poor little fool..." ♪

Can I get you something?

Well, I'm not here to do my taxes.

♪ Hello, Daddy... ♪

It's not even tax season.

I need a drink.

What kind?

Espresso mart-- Wait.

Scratch that, um...

I'll have a whiskey.

Straight up.

♪ Come on, baby, let me get to you... ♪

I mean, you can do your taxes early, but, uh...

not this early, right?

♪ Hello, Daddy, hello, Mom ♪

♪ I'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch ♪

♪ Cherry bomb ♪

♪ Hello, world, I'm your wild girl ♪

♪ I'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch... ♪

Nice jacket.

I'll have another.

Keep 'em coming.

♪ Hello, Mom, I'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch ♪

♪ Cherry bomb ♪

♪ Hello, world, I'm your wild girl ♪

♪ I'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch ♪

♪ Cherry bomb... ♪

Again.

♪ Hey, street boy, want some style... ♪

Another.

♪ Your dead-end dreams don't ♪

♪ Make you smile ♪

♪ I'll give you something to live for ♪

♪ Have you and grab you until you're sore ♪

♪ Hello, Daddy, hello, Mom... ♪

Again.

Ma'am, that's seven shots of rail whisky.

Think you've had enough.

You shouldn't take shit from dirtbags like that.

♪ Cherry bomb... ♪

You don't have to take shit from anyone.

♪ Cherry bomb, cherry bomb... ♪

♪ Cherry bomb ♪

You got a problem with my jacket?

W-What?

My jacket.

Look, we're kind of in the middle of a game here.

Oh, well...

Life's a game, you know?

And we're all in the middle of it.

Hey.

Look, I didn't mean anything by it.

It's a cool jacket, that's all.

I don't have to take your shit, you know.

I-I know I don't

look like someone that you need to be worried about, but...

I'm trouble.

I've lit dicks on fire.

You don't believe me?

- What the hell? - Whoa!

Hey, hey, hey!

Ugh. Who's got a lighter?

I know someone smokes in here. Who's got a lighter?

Whoa.

Do not touch the jacket, okay?

Security!

Okay, next, the Teapot Dome scandal.

This is insane. We're not doing this anymore.

Okay, if you ever want to use the car again,

you will stay where you are.

You don't like homeschooling?

Don't get suspended next time.

Teapot Dome.

- Fuck it, I don't know. - No swearing in my class.

Fine, fu--

Teapot Dome.

A teapot fell from the dome

of the Capitol when some workers were having tea up there,

and it almost killed the president.

- Which president? - I don't know. Trump?

I'm afraid the answer is Warren Harding.

That is not the answer.

Mm.

Where's Dad?

Oh, he's at the gym.

He's... mad, huh?

Yeah.

But, you know, mostly, he's concerned.

And confused.

We both are.

Can you talk to me, Cals? I...

All the stuff that you saw at Lottie's.

Nat dying.

I mean, if you're having

- dark thoughts... - I didn't do the guts thing

because I'm damaged or a psycho,

I-I did it because Chloe and her dumbass friends

were talking shit behind my back.

What kind of shit?

They said that when Natalie OD'd,

you were doing weird

- sex stuff. - Wow, cool.

I just...

wanted to teach them a lesson.

That's all it was?

- Yes. - Oh...

Do you...

want to see the whole thing?

Do you have it on video?

Yeah. Ilana took it.

Oh.

- Are you recording? - Hell yeah.

Did you guys see her the other day with her boyfriend?

- Oh, sad. - Someone caught her looking sad

like t-that, beside her.

Brown bagging it today, huh?

My mom packed my lunch.

I have way too much.

Oh, my God.

You freak!

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

See? I'm not a serial killer.

Yeah. I mean, that's just fucking hilarious.

It's...

Oh, my God, it's so good. Just play it again.

- Really? - Yeah, yeah.

- Okay. - Okay.

♪ hypnotic music ♪

I know I don't look dangerous, but don't fuck with me.

Fuckin' crotch your burn.

Misty, it's me, Walter.

I'm not in need of your assistance right now, Walter.

Misty, come on. Just let me take you home.

I-I don't understand. Why are you pushing me away?

That's exactly why-- because you don't understand.

And the only people who understand

are my friends, my teammates.

So-- Ugh. Where's my phone?

I'll just call them.

Shauna will come get me or Tai or...

Probably not Van, but...

They're not coming, Misty.

How do you know?

Because you left your phone at the bar.

That's how I found you.

And apparently the bartender of the establishment

you just besmirched was a Good Samaritan,

and instead of calling the cops for what sounds

pretty clearly like felony assault,

he started calling your saved contacts.

Misty.

No one answered until he got to W.

God, I miss her so much.

And it's all my fault.

And she's gone and it's my fault.

No!

Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

Hey.

I love her.

- I know. It's not your fault. - I miss her so much.

♪ mournful music ♪

Natalie...

She was my best friend.

I got you.

♪ inquisitive music ♪

Hey.

- Oh, my God! - Oh, geez!

- Dad. - What?

- What? - Oh, my God.

All right.

It's a suspension, Cal, it's not a vacation.

Go to bed.

Okay.

♪ somber music ♪

On this...

...shortest night of the year, we gather to honor

three souls that have slipped into the darkness

that lasts forever.

We celebrate their sacrifice.

We grieve their loss.

And rejoice at the knowledge that they're still here with us.

We know that they are because we can still hear them.

Because we can still feel them.

Because they haven't gone.

They've just returned to a place that waits for all of us.

We call to Javi,

now with the wilderness, to watch over us.

Watch over us.

We call to Jackie,

now with the wilderness, guide us.

Guide us.

We call to the child,

now with the wilderness, deliver us.

- Deliver us. - Deliver us.

Do you hear that?

Hear what?

Jesus Christ, what...

Oh, my God.

Travis, is that what you heard?

♪ "I Will Survive" by Cake ♪

♪ At first I was afraid ♪

♪ I was petrified ♪

♪ I kept thinking I could never ♪

♪ Live without you by my side ♪

♪ But then I spent so many nights ♪

♪ Just thinking how you done me wrong ♪

♪ I grew strong... ♪

Help! Help!

♪ And so you're back ♪

♪ From outer space ♪

♪ I just walked in to find you here ♪

♪ With that-that look upon your face ♪

♪ I should have changed my fucking lock ♪

♪ I would have made you leave your key ♪

♪ If I'd have known for just one second ♪

♪ You'd be back to bother me ♪

♪ Oh, now go ♪

♪ Walk out the door ♪

♪ Just turn around now ♪

♪ You're not welcome anymore ♪

♪ Weren't you the one who tried to break me with desire? ♪

♪ Did you think I'd crumble? ♪