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Age, 17 years.

Born in New York City.
Residence, Long Island.

Father James, mother Angela.

Both artists.

My parents...

do they know about Nora?

Just the broad strokes.

Which is basically all
we know at this point.

You care to help us
with the specifics?

I'm older than her, you know.

Born...18 minutes before.

Older but never wiser.

You're gonna hear a lot of shit

about how I acted, who
I was trying to be,

and...how I was with her.

But...

that sister thing...

that twin thing...

...it's like a foreign country.

You can only really
understand if you're in it.

So, no.

I don't wanna talk about
what happened to her.

But...

I do wanna tell you our story.

One, two, three, four,

I declare a thumb war.

- Pinned you!
- You're too good.

Come on, let's go again.

One, two, three, four,

I declare a thumb war.

Might wanna declare
a ceasefire, girls.

- Dessert's comin'.
- Tiramisu per la mamma.

E per le bambinas.

Per le bambine.

Your Italian's getting
rusty, signore.

Dio mio.

Your mama...she always-a
give-a me the grief!

How's it taste?

Pretty good?

Real good.

Bene, Papa.

Gosh, she's a sponge for
languages, isn't she?

Completely.
Hey, speaking of which,

you know what we haven't
played in a while?

Words in Words?

Words in Words.

Are you ready?

Okay, all right.
First word is, um...

tiramisu.

T-i-r-a

m-i-s-u.

All right, and go!...

S-t-a-r.

- Star.
- Yeah! Nora, all you.

S-m-a-r-t. Smart!

And so she is,
ladies and gentlemen.

And so she is!

How 'bout...okay, wait for it.

Atriums.

A-t-r-i-u-m-s.

Okay, now you're just
showing off, all right?

Rachel, give it a whirl!

R-a-t-s, rats.

Yeah!

- Beautiful, Rach.
- Bravo!

All right, I got one. Iris.

I-r-i-s.

Stir! S-t-i-r.

Trims, t-r-i-m-s.

Arms, a-r-m-s.

- Alone.
- Trams...

Surrounded by people,
but still alone.

That's how I felt
waking up in that place.

Realizing it wasn't
just a bad dream.

We were truly and
actually fucked.

Some were lucky.

They had someone to hold on to.

I should have too,

but I couldn't let
go of the blame.

She'd gotten us involved.

She'd thrown my whole
life off course.

She didn't feel like
my sister anymore.

She felt like the roadblock
to everything I wanted to be.

Hey, dude.

Rise and shine. We're in hell.

Fatin.

What the...

what the fuck?

I was sleeping.

Yeah, well, I thought
you were dead, dick.

Six, seven...

People, we're missing a person.

Leah.

It's Jeanette's.

Audrey.

I've made a decision.

I know it will be controversial.

Word came down from HQ.

No extraction.
We move forward as planned.

A girl is dead.

Don't. Not our job to moralize.

This needs to get
to the field ASAP.

What's in it?

Not our job to ask questions.

Land it at the drop point.

The other operative will
know to retrieve it.

And remember to cut the
motor within 500 feet.

It was in her pocket.

I heard it ringing, but
it didn't seem real.

Not that anything does anymore.

So I followed the
sound and I, um...

- I...
- You frisked a dead body.

But then when I finally
dug it out of her pocket,

it died in my hands.

The weirdest part is,
this is her second phone.

The other one, we
lost out in the water,

but this...

this is an entirely
different one.

One that worked

and one that she chose
not to tell us about.

Isn't there something, like,
vaguely messed up about that?

Like, not even vaguely. Deeply.

Let me see it.

It is kind of a sketchy phone.

So what exactly are
we trying to say here?

- I don't know.
- I don't know.

I'm just wondering if
the simplest explanation

might be the right one.

So she had two phones.
It's not that crazy.

And she'd been
knocked around so bad,

she just...
she probably just forgot.

Jeannette wasn't just
in shock, you know.

She was dying.

Fuck.

Sorry.

But, like, fuck
her if she forgot!

That could have been
our only way out!

Okay.

But why didn't you wake us up?

I don't know.

You...you don't know?

You hear a phone,

and instead of waking
us up, you sit there

and you contemplate what's
fucking real and what's not

so that by the time
you get to the phone...

- Rachel, it was confusing.
- I'm not confused at all!

You could have found
it before it died,

but you didn't, did you?

No.

Cool.

She's just afraid.

You did everything you could.

No, she's right.

I fucked up.

That's a tall order,
tracking down a ringing phone

in the middle of the night.

It seems likely that she did
do everything in her power.

I know.

But...at the time,

all I saw was someone
who hadn't fought for it.

A no-hustle, no-grit kinda girl.

I take it that's not your style.

I was all hustle.

Hustle and hard work.

That's how you make
your dreams come true.

We grow up hearing
that, don't we?

That you don't have to be gifted

or some kind of natural.

If you just

put in the time,

the effort, and the sweat,

anything is possible.

I believed that
because I had to.

Only to find out...

...it was a stone-cold lie.

With some dreams,

you can work yourself
to the fucking bone...

...and they're still
gonna be there...

...just out of reach.

Wait...what do you mean?

Are you cutting
me from the team?

No, no.
Let me clear. I am not cutting you.

I am not taking you off
the nationals roster,

but...

...when I am dead sure
that one of my divers

can no longer make progress,
I make it a point to tell her,

and I tell her as
soon as I can because

this is a brutal,
draining, dead-end pursuit,

and I don't want her

devoting any more of her
life to it than she has to.

I can...I know...

I know that I've been in some
kind of slump lately, but...

No, no, no, no, stop.

Look at them.

Kills me to admit it, but
that is the kind of physique

that succeeds in this
sport, and they are short,

compact bodies with
itty-bitty pancake chests

and some kind of freakish
genetic ability to...

pack on muscle and zero fat.

And that is...

that is just not you anymore.

God, how do I...

How do I put this better? You...

You got beautiful, kid.

Tall and real.

I can work harder.

I can spend more time

- on the board, I can...
- No, Rachel, Rachel.

- Please!
- Rachel.

I know this doesn't
feel like it,

but this is an opportunity.

Most people age out of the sport

with no idea of who they are,

but you get to start
figuring that out now.

Right now.

You can ask the other girls.

They'll say I was
stubborn, crazy.

Didn't know when to quit.

But when you find that thing...

...that one thing
that's all yours

that finally makes
you feel special...

...that finally lets you
catch some of that shine...

There she is,

my little Athena.

...that light that
used to fall on others,

it...it now lands on you.

Smell like chlorine
and excellence.

Hey, Raquel.

Hey.

Hey.

So good news.

I backed outta that
design expo in Paris.

So I'll be here for your
big nationals moment,

cheering from the stands,
fully embarrassing you.

But I thought that trip

was like a big you
and Nora thing.

I know you were
looking forward to it.

Paris isn't going anywhere.

I wanna be there too.

All right, then.

Cool.

Very cool.

You good, honey?

Yeah, I'm just worn out.

Gonna go wash up.

Trust me when I say this.

When you've finally
found that thing

that makes you feel
worth something...

...you don't give it
up without a fight.

Fuck.

Hey, so I definitely feel
like a piece of shit,

and I'm sorry.

Whatever. I'm over it.

I don't hold grudges. I mean...

I hold one, and one is enough.

Best apology is a
change in behavior.

Wait, so what do you
want me to do with this?

See if you can
get it to inflate.

I haven't had any luck.

You're swimming out
to the wreckage.

Yeah. There's shit we need
out there if we can find it.

Radio, flares.

You're still in, right?

Fuckin' typical.

Okay, I feel like you
can't say "typical"

about someone that
you've known for a day

in like a really
atypical situation.

Rachel, the water's insane.

You see those waves over there,
how they're breaking sideways?

That's a fucking riptide.

I surf.

You surf.

I took two lessons.

Have you ever lied to someone,

like to a guy, maybe,
and you tell them

that you're into The
Smiths or that you surf,

and then you try to
legitimize the lie

by listening to The
Smiths all weekend

and signing up for a
fucking surf lesson?

No.

The water's a death wish.

Did my sister ask
you to talk me down?

No. Why?

For the record, I don't
want to sit around either.

Watching the sky,
feeling like a fuck-up.

Like a helpless, stupid fuck-up.

Then what do you wanna do?

Jesus fucking Christ!

You've gotta stop scaring me.

You need to not throw shit
at unarmed brown people.

- Sorry.
- You know, for someone

who gives off major
softball player vibes,

that was a super lame throw.

What's that?

...what's left of the
emergency slide, I think.

What are you doing with it?

I don't know yet.

Maybe use it for
shelter or warmth.

Whatever.

Someone's definitely
coming to pick us up.

You get that, right?

Did you just take
a shit up there?

I took a piss. That's it.

And just so we're clear,

I will not be doing
that in the wild.

Hand to fucking God, I need
indoor plumbing for that.

You got any more
tissues in your bag?

You don't want to
drip-dry either?

It's just good to have
'em on hand, you know?

They make good tinder.
They can staunch a cut.

I gotta take a look at
what we've salvaged so far,

your suitcase included.

You know, step one in
a scenario like this

is know what the hell
you're working with.

Are you from one of those
creepy doomsday prep families

and have a basement
full of canned soup?

I just watch a bunch
of survival TV.

Survivor, obviously,

Man Versus Wild.

Wild Alaska is solid.

Alone, Naked and Afraid.

How many of these are there?

I don't get it.

I thought it was getting better.

It's a sprain; they're
always worse the next day.

Fuck, not this worse.

Toni, your...your
face isn't helping.

What do you mean my
face isn't helping?

I mean you... you look scared.

She doin' okay?

You're...

you're gonna be just fine.

Swelling just means your
body's on the job, all right?

I got this, by the way.

She doesn't need like a ton
of people crowding around her.

- Toni!
- I was elevating it

like you're fucking supposed to!

Um, I think at this point
it's better to immobilize

than to elevate, so
that's my bad, Martha.

I really should have
splinted it yesterday.

I was just thinking you
probably should have

- splinted it yesterday.
- Just an FYI.

I was a candy striper at
Amarillo General last year

where I learned that
the biggest obstacle

to patient recovery...

Is infection.

And...negative energy.

I'll let you think about that

while I go get this
one a drink, okay?

All right, so you brought...

...what, like 37 condoms?

And your birth control pills.

Planned Parenthood
poster child over here.

I do my best.

Day 15.

We better be outta
here by day 21.

I do not wanna be on my
period in this hellhole.

Think anyone's got theirs now?

Your sister was acting like it.

Fuck you.

Jesus, I was joking.

Hey! Look...

I am conducting an inventory.

Can you just not touch the stuff

until everything's
accounted for?

I wanna know where we're at.

Relax, it's for Martha.

We're taking a walk.

And you're coming
with us, Texas.

You've already been out there,

- so you can lead the way.
- Lead the way to what now?

That.

We gotta know what
this place is.

Like the full view of it.

There's no way we're
alone out here.

You know I'd be all
in, but Martha...

It's fine. You should go.

Well...looks like I'm a yes,

so I'll ju...

Hey, um...

take this.

Tilt it up some.
Get it all the way up there.

It'll make for a
pretty good signal.

Probably even better than
a big-ass "help" sign.

That could really work?

Yeah.

Well, it did on Face the
Wild with Bear Grylls.

Okay.

Hey, Rach...

It can't be easy...

...watching someone drift away.

Especially if they're
drifting into darkness.

Yesterday, we went left.

You know, we...
we hit some real nasty terrain,

so I'm guessing this way's
gonna be our best bet.

Ooh, stop that.

This thing's no joke.

All right, let's do this.

Let me come with you!

- Not happening.
- But I...

- I can help you.
- You've helped enough.

No, Rach!

Rach.

You know how bad I feel?

I-I...

I wanna tear my skin off.

Real nice and dramatic, Nora.

Wait, what's it called
when someone is so dramatic

that it makes you
wanna fucking cringe?

Melodramatic?

Exactly. Now get outta my face.

look at you.

Always standing
in my fucking way.

God, your memory's, like...

lethally selective.

You, um...

you didn't flush.

O-um,

staff has to check it

to make sure I didn't relapse.

Good times, right?

Yeah, so we did vision boards.

Do you envision

a golden retriever in your life?

No.

Yeah.

They made me put that up there.

The counselor said it
was too sport-centric

or some shit.

I'm not sick, though.

I'm just an athlete who
knows what it fucking takes.

Rachel.

You ended up in the ER.

I was just dehydrated, okay?

Nora, I don't belong here.

Help me.

Will you help me, please?

I'll talk to Mom and Dad.

She could use a Vicodin
or three right about now.

Hey, um, any chance

this is some kind of
Icy Hot knock-off?

- Yeah, no, that's lube.
- Jesus.

What?
I'm not one for essentials.

I'm more into recreationals.

Hey, what's...what
are those pink things

in the bottom of your...
junk pile?

My God, are those swag bags?

What is swag?

- Why would it be in a bag?
- Swag.

It's like rah-rah
promotional junk.

- Stupid and thirsty.
- This one has my name on it.

Sunscreen.

Cheap pink goggles.

And just when you thought it
couldn't get any cringier,

it's Grandma's fucking golf hat.

You know, I actually
kind of love it.

Shit, it's my itinerary
for the weekend.

Depending on what
time of day it is,

I'm either supposed to
be at a pottery class

- or swimming with dolphins.
- Honestly, I wouldn't be

too torn up about that last one.

I've been swimming with
dolphins like four times,

and their tiny teeth
are horrifying.

You seem a lot better
than yesterday.

I mean, you were kinda like
sliding into the abyss.

Yeah, well, I guess it
fucked me up, you know?

- The almost dying thing?
- What...

did your life go flashing
before your eyes?

Shit, it did.

And it bummed you out.

Let's just say I've
had a shitty few years.

Hard fucking same.

All right, let's keep it moving.

I wanna get to the top
before the sun goes down,

see if we can flash
a good signal.

If the context were
different, like...

if we were on a field trip and
somewhere in some parking lot

a chain-smoking bus driver
was waiting to take us home,

I'd think this
place was beautiful.

I'm telling you,

God does not do ugly.

You thought much
about college, Leah?

Not really.

I've been...busy
with other things.

What about you?
Big college plans?

I already committed to Stanford.

Their diving program is
basically an Olympic pipeline.

Cool.
Will your sister go with you?

No!
Why does everyone ask me that?

Sheesh! It was just a question.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I just came to bring you this.

You left it in the car.

And to wish you luck.
Not that you need it.

Since I did place a Wiccan
hex on all the other divers.

Just a joke.

Are you...

are you feeling... okay?

Yeah. Yeah, just nerves.

Good nerves.

You're all right, right?

You're feeling like... healthy?

Because you swore to me you'd...

Nora, yes, yes, I'm fine.

You seriously don't
need to hover, okay?

I just gotta get in the pocket,

get the blood flowing, you know.

Give me my beats.

I'm good, Nora. Come on!

I'm gonna kill it.

I'm gonna smash it,
I'm gonna kill it.

Gonna smash it, gonna kill it.

- I'm gonna smash it! Okay?
- Yeah.

Just go out there
and get Mom and Dad

some good seats, all right?

- I love you, Rach.
- I love you too.

All right, go.

Hurry up!

Go, please.

This doesn't really
seem worth it, Toni,

like for either of us.

It will be, I swear.

Does that feel good?

I don't know. It's cold.

Yeah, that's the point.

Someone's coming for us, right?

Yeah, duh!

You see how many rich white
girls there are on this island?

Society will never
let them perish.

You know, Shelby said her dad's

probably in the
White House by now

just yelling at the president
to come and find us.

Do you think we'll
be famous after?

Because Shelby said
they'll give us a nickname

like...The Unsinkable Eight,
and we'll go on talk shows...

You can't go two fucking seconds

without bringing
her up, can you?

What?

You know, she's
dead-ass gonna drop you

after this.

Like, don't expect
her to invite you

down to fucking Dallas.

Shit, Marty, I'm s...

I'm so sorry.

You know I'm just so scared
out of my fucking mind, I...

I know, I know.

Okay? Me too.

I might...

I might need a little breather.

We're almost there.

I don't mean a full-on siesta,

just a water break.

I don't want to make
excuses for myself,

but I did come out yesterday,

and it wasn't the easiest.

- We're almost there.
- Yeah, well,

almost there doesn't
mean the same for you

as it does for us, okay?

We are...working with very
different thresholds here.

Wow. That's racist.

What? No!

No, I-I only meant because...

because you're like a
world-class athlete.

I...

Chill. I'm kidding.

Watch out.

What do you think we'll
see once we get up there?

...I'm hoping for, like,

a Sandals Resort maybe.

I'm takin' a break. Sorry.

I said... we're almost there!

- Shit, the mirror!
- Leah!

Leah, no, no, no.
Stop! We don't need it.

I see it!

- I can get it.
- Can you get it?

- Yeah, I can see it...
- Leah, stop! Let it go!

- It's right there...
- Can you get it?

Aah! Get me up!

Get me up, get me up!

Get me up!

Get me up!

- I'm trying! Pull her up!
- Get me up!

So...

your sister came after all.

Yeah.

Guess by then...

she realized that
I don't always know

what's best for myself.

Fuck! Fuck, we needed that!

The mirror?

Who the hell cares
about a mirror?

- Leah almost died.
- Rachel, I am so...

so sorry.

Don't feel like you need
to apologize to her.

Don't look at me like that.

Don't look at me like you
think I've lost my mind,

like I'm some angry-ass girl
losing her shit for no reason!

I have every reason!

My life is out there a
million miles away, okay?

Real life is out there,
and I have no fucking clue

why I'm the only one
fighting to get it back!

Is there nothing
waiting for you?

Do you not have a world
that wants you back?

What the fuck? Hello?!

I guess fucking not!

Diving next, Rachel Reid.

There's...

there's nothing.

There's nothing.

There's nothing,
there's nothing,

there's nothing.

There's...

nothing.

Nothing. Nothing, nothing.

Stay away from me, Nora.

I'm serious.
Stay the fuck away from me, Nora.

Stop, just don't...
don't touch me!

Don't...stay the fuck
away from me, Nora!

My God!

My God!

Aah!

Just for context,

what did you hope to
see from the summit?

Something, anything.

A dock, a house.

Some kinda sign that
we weren't...alone.

But that didn't materialize.

Sorry, what?

Well, you didn't find anything

to suggest that
you weren't alone.

I...did and I didn't.

I did and I didn't.

We don't have eyes
on the other four?

They, um, they should pass by

ARBOR CAM 12 in just a sec.

Do you see how they've arranged
themselves differently?

It often means a shift

in the geography of
the relationship.

Did you note that, Susan?

Of course.

God.

The dogs must have slept
in the laundry last night.

Have I just been walking
around like this all day?

- Do you want the lint roller?
- Yes!

Hell, I may as well just
steer into the skid.

Yes!

The number of times just
staring at these two faces

has brought me back
from the edge...

Muah. How do they do it?

Is it just that
they're so simple

when absolutely nothing else is?

We're not just...

thoughtlessly putting
her death behind us.

We're moving forward
so that what she gave

amounts to something.

- Is that clear?
- Hundred percent.

- Susan?
- Yes, all clear.

Good.

...could you get
on to base camp?

I wanna check that the
operative found the package.

Of course.

Come on!

Gotta figure this was our pilot.

Now, sir, I don't
have a great feeling

about where you're at right now,

but the shit you left
behind will not be wasted.

Dottie, don't be morbid.

Well, sorry, but this is a haul.

Pain pills, disinfectants...

basically a whole
medicine cabinet.

All right, down the hatch.

You, ma'am, are gonna be
ship-shape in no time.

I've only ever had the
store brand kind before.

She didn't buy them for you.
She had some dumb fucking luck.

Hey, um, give her one of these,

maybe one and a
half, but make sure

- she takes it with food.
- What is it?

Oxycodone.

Shelby, thank you so much.

How do you say "You're
welcome" in Native American?

In Ojibwe, it's miigwech.

Okay.

Yeah.

That.

That riptide's looking real good

right about now.

Thanks...by the way.

For trying to get the mirror.

I'm not like...

a Stanford-bound- Wheaties-box-

Olympic-level diver, but
I do go after things.

If they're risky,
impossible, stupid,

or like an absolute
recipe for disaster,

I'll...I'll go
after it for sure.

Hey.

So...Stanford.

You were cut, Rachel.

It's not your real life anymore.

I don't know why
you won't let it go.

But you do, Nora.

You do know why.

Q-A-T...triple letter.

Is that a legal word?

Yeah, look it up.
It's an Arabian shrub.

You okay, baby?

We can play something different.

No, it's cool.

It's still tender?

Kinda.

Every scar is a
lesson, you know?

What's that, um, Rumi quote?

"The wound is the place
light enters you."

That's the one.

Petrichor.

It means the smell in
the air after it rains.

That's quite beautiful.

That's...85 points

worth of beautiful. Okay.

Where you going?
You're almost up.

Just gonna lie down.

Rachel?

You remember my
first invitational

down in Jersey?

We were 11.

I did the perfect inward pike.

I blew everyone
out of the water.

Mom and Dad...
they fucking lost it.

Dad went on, kissing strangers,

and Mom screamed so
hard, her nose bled.

She bled on my hair and
didn't even realize.

Look, I know it
wasn't easy for you

always being in the bleachers

and basically having your life
hijacked by my thing, but...

But that day...

...that was the
first time they...

they've ever looked
at me like that.

Like the way that they've
always looked at...

Me.

The way they look at me.

Yeah.

You know, they're basically

the only ones who...

noticed me.

Yeah, well,

I wanted that.

I still do.

So I'm gonna get
back there, Nora.

I'm gonna be
fucking great again.

And I need you to
let me believe that.

The story of me and my sister

is that I had her all wrong.

How do you mean?

She was always up ahead,

standing in front of me somehow.

And there I was thinking

that she was just casting
some kind of shadow

that I had to get
out from under.

But that wasn't the case.

It was protection.

She was throwing herself

in front of the world for me.

This story, the two of you,

you mind if I ask how it ends?

I don't know.

Guess that's in your hands now.

It's true what
they say, you know,

that you can still feel things.

Messages from...

old nerve endings,

sensations from the past.

You know what I feel?

It's her hand

holding mine.

Forever.

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