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This is the black box
you're familiar with, correct?

Supposedly equipped
with a GPS beacon.

Why does seeing that
make you smile?

I-I don't mean to, it's just...

that thing was a cocktease.

I'm wondering if you can
expand on "cocktease"?

Like, we were so hyped
when we got it.

We thought that rescue
would show up right away,

but three days go by
and nothing.

Just started to feel
like a sick joke.

The weather in this place
is spastic.

Like, how can it be this hot

and this windy
at the same time?

It's like we're being blasted
by a giant hairdryer.

Yeah, and then freezing
our asses off

in that cave at night.

Okay, dude, I get it.

The cave was a bust,
and it was my idea,

but didn't I pay
the ultimate price?

A bat took an actual shit
in my actual mouth.

Yeah, you really gotta work

on sleeping
with your mouth shut.

Can't help it, man.
That's just how I breathe.

It just sucks
that we're out here again

with nothing over our heads.

Carnivores aren't the deadliest
force in the wild, you know.

- Don't make me guess what is.
- Exposure.

Slow killer.

Where does thirst rank?

'Cause I'm blowing
through my stash here.

Hard not to.

This reminds of that, like,
Texas-in-July heat, you know?

The kind that makes old people
drop dead on their way

to the mailbox
and sane people sort of...snap.

Case in point.

Leah, watch this, watch this.
Ready?

- Doesn't even hurt.
- Whoa.

I don't even feel it.

You took your splint off?

Yeah.
I feel like a brand-new woman.

I wonder
if I'll actually say that

and mean it one day.

I kind of hope not.

"A brand-new woman"?

They only say that
in old shampoo commercials.

Well, you get what I mean.

I want to be changed
by something.

You don't think all this
will do the trick?

I'd rather be changed
by something good.

Like love.

What's it like?

Like, really being in love?

Cool, so what did
Fatin tell you?

Nothing.

She read me some of the book,
and the little notes inside.

Great, that's great, so,

any hot takes on what a creep
he must have been

and that I'm nothing
but a teenage fetish object?

No, like, I don't--

I don't-- I haven't even--

I thought the whole thing
was super romantic.

It's misery, Martha, that's...

that's what love is.

Misery, doubt,

and a shit-ton
of self-loathing.

Fuck, I miss my socials.

Feels strange to say this,
but I sort of don't.

Come on.

The fans, the haters,
the memes.

The thirst-traps.

It's all happening somewhere,
but...without us.

You know what my daddy
always says

when he thinks I'm looking
at my phone too much?

He says, "You'll never
spot a rainbow

if you're looking down."

Except that people
are always posting

rainbow pics on Instagram.

Can I get my soap?
Time for a quick whore bath.

Excuse me,
what is a whore bath?

Just the pits, tits, and slits.

You're lowkey very edgy,
aren't you?

Wait, why do I feel like
I'm being ganged up on--

What the hell
is touching me?

- Fuego.
- Takis!

I need these
in my mouth right now.

Lord. It's like a miracle.

Those are so much better
than Hot Cheetos.

- They're mine.
- I get to claim these.

All right, I'm not trying
to start shit,

but I bought those
at the airport.

I put them in my carry-on.

No way, I bought them
at a mini-mart in Richwood

along with an orange fucking
Gatorade like I always do.

She did, on our way to Fargo
to catch our first plane.

Bam! Where's your witness?

Hey, hey, hey,
how about--

how about we just
take a step back

and get a good clear read
of the situation.

The situation
is that they're mine,

and anybody who tries
to take them is a colonizer.

Okay, just listen up for a sec.

We're all real sick of eating
macadamia nuts, right?

And here we have something
that everybody wants

with no surefire owner.

So I say that we look
at these Takis

as a grand prize
and we play for them.

- Can't we just eat them?
- Yeah, seriously.

She's gone full
youth group counselor on us.

- Play what?
- Three words.

Shelter building contest.

- No way!
- No.

We'll split
into two teams, right,

and whoever builds the best,
most durable one wins.

I'm out.

How many times
do I have to say it?

I am not trying
to make myself at home here.

I want to leave.

We won't survive
without shelter, Rachel,

and the universe has
a wicked sense of humor.

Rescue will probably show up
as soon as we finish.

"If you build it,
they will come!"

Come on.

"Field of Dreams."

It's like a brilliant film.

- Come on, Rach.
- Fuck it, I'll play.

All right, then, let's do this!

Honestly, I think
this is gonna be really fun.

That's a lot of controversy
over a bag of chips.

They're not just chips.
They're Takis.

If you'd ever had them,
you'd get the drama.

- Have you had these things?
- Of course.

They're incredible.

Then having to
compete for them,

that must have really
gotten under your skin.

I'm pretty used to
that shit.

Fighting
for what's already ours

is like a way of life
where I'm from.

Plus, you know,

I wasn't gonna get bugged out
about a competition.

I knew my way around a game.

And finally,

the team captain
and starting point guard.

She hoops like a boss.

Best you don't cross.

Number 3, Toni Shalifoe!

Ladies and gentlemen,

those are our Hopewell
Lake Firebirds,

looking to continue their win
streak against the Ravens.

So you better turn out
this Friday night...

So I was made captain
of one team

and Dot captain of the other.

W-wait, do you--

do you guys actually care
about this dumb game?

The scope of our investigation
is so broad at this point,

we're eager for any and all
accounts on your part.

What you think of as irrelevant
might give us

some valuable insight.

In other words, yes.

We do care
about this dumb game.

I won the toss.

Tails.
Toni chooses first.

So I picked
with my heart.

Marty B, you know what's good.

Dot just picked a ringer.

Well, I want the W, so Rachel.

This is my fucking
middle school PE nightmare.

I know,
I wore a scoliosis brace

from fourth to seventh grade,

so this isn't not triggering.

Somehow we decided
that the last person chosen

got to pick next.

What was the idea
behind that approach?

"Well, it'll just mix
things up more that way."

- Don't you think?
- Then I pick Shelby.

- Leah, how tall are you?
- 5'9".

We're gonna need that height.
Squad up.

Yeah, Rachel would burn
a family if she needed to.

Not something I could ever do,
but honestly, respect.

- Join the fam, Nora.
- Is this a sympathy pick?

- Probably.
- Of course not.

Hey, Lotion.

- You're with us.
- Why? What?

I don't even know
what's going on.

Shelter building competition.
Come on.

We need you
to make it look pretty.

The gameplay
was simple:

build a shelter
and do it by sunset.

The axe would be shared,

and all other materials
were finders keepers.

Not gonna lie,
it was really shaping up

to be quite the battle royale.

Warriors versus Visors.

Twin versus twin.

Sisters.

Some people are born with them,
I guess.

But I chose mine.

Toni, I can't look.

It's too sad.
You're gonna have to do it.

Marty, it doesn't even
look like a pig.

Just tell yourself
it's like an alien baby

or some kind of demon fetus.

I don't want to dissect
any of those either.

And besides,
I'll know it's a pig,

in my heart.

It's chill. I put him to bed.

How messed up is it that we get
all these weapon checks

and anti-cutting lectures
and then boom,

they just give us knives.

Hi, there.

Guys?

Regan's gonna be joining us.

You just transferred in
from Pine Ridge

- a few weeks ago, right?
- Out of Red Lake.

Well, we don't
have a spare specimen

or a partner for you,
so sit anywhere you like

and, snoop
over somebody's shoulder.

Um, Mr. Gentry, I'm sorry,
but I can't,

in good conscience,
like, mutilate a pig.

It's against my religion
as a vegetarian.

Martha, you were supposed
to let me know

of any moral conflicts
last week.

Go to the library.

Regan, why don't you join Toni?

Have fun.

You know, in history class,
they made us watch a movie

about the Civil War.

Tons of blood and guts.

And then in gym class,
they made me jump-rope

even though
I forgot my sports bra.

And now what,
I have to disembowel a pig?

So I guess
the real question is, like,

is high school
just a series of tortures?

Should we fight the power?

We have knives.

Okay, getting this first
is fucking huge.

Now we can get out there
and get the best

raw materials before they do.

- Okay, pump the brakes a sec.
- Okay, no brakes, man.

We got the axe.
We've gotta move.

Shouldn't we just take
a quick five

to talk about what
we're actually building?

Marty and me know what's up.

You know, we can just do it
how we do, right?

Like a framed hut,
wigwam-style.

We learned it
at that heritage workshop.

Those are super
complicated, Toni,

which you might have known
if you hadn't slept

through that entire workshop.

Listen, I'm not saying

that we have to have it
all figured out,

but a few concrete plans
couldn't hurt.

Why do you always
have to take the wheel?

And shouldn't you be
letting Jesus do that?

What do you know
about building shit anyway?

Hate to burst your bubble,
but I have worked

on 11 different
Habitat for Humanity projects.

Okay, Marty.
Let's hit the woods.

What the hell's wrong?
Let's go!

What's wrong is that she
doesn't want to go running off

without the slightest idea
what the endgame is.

You gonna let her speak
for you now?

- Toni, that's not--
- Okay, whatever.

Make all the plans
that you want.

I'm gonna go and do the work.

Guess I'm doing this alone!

- Shit. Turmoil over there.
- Isn't that good for us?

If you've seen
any group challenge

on any reality TV show ever,

you'd know
that it's the hot mess team

that always pulls out the win.

So, that's why
I've got a game plan.

Cool, let's do it.

You don't even want
to hear it first?

Look, I'm cool
following your lead on this.

This shit is not
in my wheelhouse.

And I don't think
it's in Leah's.

Yeah, no, extremely not.

And I'd bet my life
that it's not in Fatin's.

Where is she anyway?

- What'd I miss?
- Where were you?

Relax, I was contributing.

Got us our fifth man here.

- He's a total fucking Visor.
- All right.

Well, if we want to win
those Takis,

then we gotta focus.

What we're gonna do
comes straight

out of Daniel T.'s playbook.

Second runner-up,

"Alone in the Outback,"
season 8.

You see those pieces
of driftwood over there?

If we stand them up like this,

find the right log
as the spine,

and then some brush
for the roof,

then we've got ourselves
a winning A-frame.

Tight. Let's go get it.

Why are you just sitting there?

You meant, like, everybody?

I guess you could
just chill here.

No, she can't do something,
like, not constructive.

Okay.

Well, then, we'll go get
the log from the cave.

And, Fatin, you could gather
some fronds for the roof.

You got it.

Is that constructive enough
for you?

So you were out there
all alone?

Yeah, sometimes,
alone is safer.

That's not
the conventional wisdom.

Yeah, but when
you're by yourself,

you can only hurt yourself.

I'd call that safer.

Hey.

I, um, really imagined myself

looking all slick
rolling up on you like this.

Then I was like, wait.

I drive a old woodie beater
twice my age.

I like it, actually.
Is it yours?

Grandma's.
She's been blind for years.

And they finally took
her license away last month.

You, you want a ride home?

Yeah, just here
is good.

So you, um, live here
with your mom?

Foster fam.

Mom's on that, like,
rehab-rinse-repeat program.

Do you know anything
about that shit?

Both my brothers.

I love this song.

Grandma left two things
in this car,

her cheap-ass perfume stench

and this tape
with her fave old-people jams,

which, honestly, kind of slap.

Pretty good, right?

I mean, clearly not enough

saxophone in the mix,
but still.

Yeah. Yeah, no, it's great.

I guess I should go.

What the fuck?

You fucking shit!

That's somebody's
fucking property!

Go!

Sorry, my foster parents just
let their kids like wild out.

It's such
a fucking mess in there.

So were you bummed
your sister didn't pick you?

At first, maybe,
but not so much now.

It's nice to see her laugh.

She stopped doing that
back home.

That is really big of you.

Which is more than I can say
for some people.

God, did you see
how pissy Toni got

just because Martha picked
someone who's actually helpful?

I don't know what her problem
with me is.

You, you seem pretty angry.

No. I don't do anger.

Hey, the Lord expects us
to be instruments of love.

If I ever do feel
the aggro coming on,

well, my mom found me
the perfect outlet.

The theater.

Let me ask you.

Are you familiar
with "Death of a Salesman"?

Sure, it's kind of a classic.

Well, I haven't exactly read
the whole play,

but there's this monologue
in it.

Um...

I looked at the pen,
and I said to myself,

"What the hell
am I grabbing this for?

Why am I trying to become
what I don't want to be?

What am I doing in an office,
making a contemptuous,

begging fool out of myself,
when all I want

is out there, waiting for me,

the minute I say
I know who I am?"

- That was an avant-garde take.
- So powerful, right?

The way Biff gives it
to his boss.

He's not talking
to his boss.

He's telling his father

that he doesn't want
to live for him anymore,

that he wants
his own authentic life.

If he's disrespecting
a parent, then--

then that makes me like Biff
a whole lot less.

Guess I'll just have to find

a different monologue
to work on.

I'm back. Check it.

This is how our frame happens.

We just stick these
in the ground

and arch them a bunch in a row
like a ribcage.

Toni, that's not
what we're doing.

Yeah.

We decided that a lean-to
would be a little easier.

So I just straight-up
wasted my time?

Whose fucking idea was this?
Was it yours?

Hey, we all decided this
as a team.

Can you please just go with it?

It always happens,
doesn't it?

People change on you.

What you had with them
goes sour.

Shit explodes.

So the billion-dollar
question is...

You know,
how are we such idiots?

We keep doing
the sad, stupid thing of...

Letting people in.

I love you.

I love you too.

And thinking that this time,
just this time...

Maybe it won't fall apart.

I just blew, like,
a whole paycheck.

Fuck you. I'm worth it.

Wait a minute,
whose shampoo are you using?

This doesn't smell
like mine or Mom's.

Are you using Dad's
Head & Shoulders?

- Do you have the flakes?
- Shit.

Is that what it's for?

We're partying over here
if you want to join.

Hey, what's the rush?

Just keep going.
They're not worth it.

Shit.
I hate this busted car.

- Yeah, he's walking over.
- It's not like I'm not trying.

Fuck. Fuck.

- You need a little help there?
- I'm good.

Come on.
- Get the fuck away from her.

Just leave us alone.

What's going on over here?

I said
get the fuck away from her.

- I fucking mean it!
- Toni.

Just feeling sociable,
you know?

Just trying to make
a new friend.

You could get in on it.

Fuck off! Toni.

Whatever, fucking dyke.

Toni. Toni, it's fine.

They're not worth it.
Toni, stop!

- I'm gonna kick your ass!
- Whoa!

Fucking psycho bitch!

Get the...

- Toni, let's go!
- I'm gonna kill you!

Get the fuck off me! Let me go!

- Fuck.
- Let's go.

Fucking assholes!

Come on,
come on, come on!

Whoo!
- Fucking dumb bitches!

Shit. Did I do that to you?

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

You know, I can't believe
I'm gonna say this,

but we could really use Fatin
right about now.

If we lose this
because of her ass,

I'm gonna be pissed.

I do not do losing. Fatin!

- You rang?
- Where were you?

- Was preventing gingivitis.
- The hell?

You had a toothbrush
in your bag?

So what?

It's not like anyone would
want to share it with me.

Well, my inventory was supposed
to be comprehensive, man.

And honestly,
I'm not above sharing.

My teeth are fuzzy
at this point.

We're slaving away
out here,

and you're off worrying
about fucking dental hygiene?

I just spent 25 minutes finding
fucking fronds for you guys.

Excuse me if I want to take
30 minutes to myself.

Dude, those numbers
don't add up.

Fuck this shit.

Where you going, Fatin?

Are you off
to scour the island

for some random guy to fuck,

since that seems to be
the entirety

of your personality?

So this isn't about
the fucking fort.

It's about Jeffrey, isn't it?

Yeah.

I fuck a lot of guys
because I find it extremely fun

and because I'm not
delusional about it.

Like, if I was gonna
go to pound town

with some 30-year-old,

it's because I know he has
a fetish for teenage pussy.

I would never be such an idiot

to think
he was actually into me.

- You're fucking helping.
- Jesus.

You're fucking hurting me.

Leah, you don't
have to do that.

Let go of me!

What the fuck
is wrong with you?

You fucking cut me!

- Get the fuck out of here!
- You guys, stop!

Don't ever put
your hands on me again.

Or what?

You cunt.

Man.

That is some serious
Virginia Woolf type shit.

I don't even know
what that means.

It means that bitch is crazy.

She said you were
the psychopath in the group.

Were any of you
alarmed by Leah's behavior?

Maybe, I don't know.

Well, it sounds to me

like it was a pretty
unsettling loss of control.

"Control."

Adults love to throw
that word around.

You know, always telling us
to use it, not to lose it,

to get ourselves under it.

Like it's the easiest thing
in the world.

What are you thinking
right now?

I just don't know
why you couldn't

just let them walk away.

- I want to fuckin' kill 'em.
- Toni, they're gone.

Can we just let it be over?

Look, I could take
a deep breath

or a walk
around the goddamn block.

Every ignorant shit
who's ever told you

to get yourself under control
should just try being young

and scared
with your heart on the line.

Control's not easy.

Control's a fucking fantasy.

Hot as Hades today.

Every religion
has their version of hell.

The Greeks had Hades.

Islam has Jahannam.

Southern Baptists have
the fire and brimstone kind.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure
this is hell,

having to listen
to you lecture.

Maybe it is.

Hell is where the Lord sends us
to try and teach us something.

I know he's trying
to teach me patience.

I do bug you. I knew it.

I just don't understand why
you run so hot all the time.

Martha said it's not
just about me.

You've always been this way.

That first day--
why haven't you told anyone

about how I smacked you
with the branch?

- Because it was an accident.
- We both know that it wasn't.

So what are you waiting for?

I'm waiting
to get off this island

so that I never have to think
about you ever again.

I bet you think
about all the different ways

that you could get back at me.

If you had the guts.

You got a lot of people here

thinking you're all rainbows
and unicorn shit.

But I see you.

That all you got?

I have the strength
for lots more,

but I'm not gonna
waste it on you.

You're not worth it.

You know who clings
to religion?

People who like to tell
themselves a nice story

about who they are
'cause deep down,

they're hiding
some pretty fucked up shit.

Like, is this a break, or...

I don't know.

I don't fucking get it.

My mom says
that you're like birch bark.

One little match,

and you catch fire,
just like that.

It's what I love
most about you.

But it's also the thing
I don't really know

how to handle.

You know, I think Joanna Gaines

would definitely approve
of this.

Yeah?

It's like shiplap
for the floor.

I mean, don't get me wrong,
I'm dying for those Takis,

but it's also just nice
to be creating

a gorgeous space
for ourselves, you know?

Wait,
what's shiplap again?

Only Joanna's favorite
design element.

You'll see it
when you come down to Texas.

We'll make a special trip
to Waco.

Are you serious?
- That would be so much fun.

My God,
and just the two of us?

Fuck.

- Let me help you with that.
- No, I got it.

- No, I don't think--
- Nora, I said that I got it!

- Yeah, I just know that--
- Okay, I got it, okay?

Okay, I'm s-- I'm sorry.

I said that I fucking had it!

I'm sorry.
I-I just wanted to help.

Okay, you need
to take it down a notch.

Toni.

- Marty, I didn't--
- Don't.

Why can't you ever
just walk away?

Or run, even, you know?

And not make your shit
everyone else's problem?

You ruin things.

You destroy things,
and you break things!

And I'm done picking up
the pieces for you.

You're exhausting.

Well, it's humble,
but it's home.

That's all right.
We didn't win.

Who cares?

We're all in this
clusterfuck together.

Not as good
as I thought they'd be.

All I taste is dry.

Hey, mind if I have some?

And I'll be careful not to make
any sudden movements, you know?

You might be pretty jumpy
sitting next to a psychopath.

Does anyone have any spare
drinks they could loan me?

I just tapped out.

Dude, we're all running low.

You're supposed to manage
your own rations.

How did you get so thirsty?

It's not like you were
exerting yourself.

It could be
the sodium bicarbonate.

You know what, I'm sick
of hearing this shit.

Let me ask you something,
all of you.

Whose hypoallergenic pajamas
were shredded

to bind together logs?

And whose sweaters are keeping
you ingrates from freezing?

Some people provide goods.

Some provide services.

I'm a goods provider,
therefore I get a pass--

That is such bullshit!
- On the services.

You're a goods provider
because you had

the stupid good fortune
to find your fucking bag.

You need to get your fucking
talons out of my back, girl.

For your own health.

Can I please just have
someone's drink?

A sip?
- We vote.

Anyone who wants to give up
a drink they carefully saved

for somebody who did
jack shit all day,

raise your hand.

My God.
You know what?

I'm out of here.

Move.

- Should we go after her?
- No.

Fuck her.

Leah's doing beautifully.

She's generous with her cohort,

eager to participate
in group activities,

even making a few friends.

We call these
pro-social behaviors,

and they're
an incredibly good sign.

God.

That's so good to hear.

Leah's never been
much of a joiner,

so, yeah, that's--
that's great.

Well, it's early days,
but I'm seeing

so many other signifiers
of emotional wellness.

Initiative,
self-care, curiosity.

The winter
was so hard.

And then with her accident,
she withdrew so much.

Your daughter is stepping back
from a very dark precipice.

And she only stands
to improve from here.

This is not just therapy
in the wild.

The Montana campus is designed
to nourish your daughter

on a very holistic level.

The Leah that you're gonna
be reunited with

at the end of the summer

will be very much herself

but also a whole new woman.

We're almost out of time.

Do you have
any other questions?

Actually,
Leah's friend Ian dropped by.

Yeah.

He was just wondering
where she was

and why she wasn't
responding to his texts.

They've sort of been
on the outs, those two.

But at some point,
she must have told him

she was only going away
for a weekend.

Sounds like he has a crush.

I'd tell him the truth
as we discussed,

that you were worried
about Leah

and sent her to a therapeutic
summer camp to help her heal.

Yes, right.

I guess sometimes, um, I--

sometimes I feel guilty
that we lied to her.

You did that
to save her.

Don't forget that.

Well, we'll talk in two weeks.

Of course, I'm here
if you need anything.

- Yeah, us too.
- Thank you.

Sure.

Patch me into the research
on Subject 6.

Already done.

Hey.

How did you find me?

Regan called me.

She was worried about you.

God, she's even cool and decent
after dumping my ass.

What a bitch.

Yeah. A monster.

I fucked up, Marty.
I really fucked up.

Toni.
I know you lost your someone.

But you still have your person.

Jesus, fucking cheeseball.

Where'd you read that,
Inspo Instagram?

Where are you staying tonight?

You're looking at it.

No..

You're coming home with me.

Marty, you really
don't have to.

All your shit's coming with me.

Don't you think you should too?

Now there's really
only two house rules.

Keep the back gate closed
for the dogs.

And no running away on me.

You promise?