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As you know,
we have one participant

who is fully briefed,
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 who can reach out
in an emergency.

Blame me, for fuck's sake.

I'm the reason we're here.

It's fine, Nora.
Really.

If I throw this one away,

another one's
just gonna show up.

Leah!

Leah, look at me.
Stop.

- Just let me go!
- You'll drown!

Leah!

Hey.

You're awake.

Um, Barely.
I'm a slow starter.

Sorry, that was like some
fucking weird Chewbacca yawn.

Hey, you doing okay?

I'm real good.

It's okay if you're not,
you know.

If you're a little iffy,
I get it.

God, stop.
My God.

Stop, stop, stop,
stop, stop, stop, stop.

Okay, you just got into
the tornado-drill position.

I'm just gonna go out
on a limb here and...

that you're not fully okay.

I'm sorry.

I guess I'm just...

not ready to-to talk about it
just yet.

And not because I didn't...

...'cause I did like it.

Shelby, it's cool.

so I was thinking we should
probably get our story straight

about where we were last night.

Not that I'm ashamed,

'cause I'm N-O-T not.

Whatever you want to say,
I'll cosign.

Lord, you're, like, beyond calm
right now.

If I'm being honest, it's a...

it's a little unnerving.

Why, 'cause normally my vibe's
going apeshit?

Yeah, I guess
I'm having an off day.

Come on, let's grab
a bunch of these and get back.

Thinking we're their only hope
for a little sustenance.

I'm not sure how stoked
Martha would be

to know that you're using
her cupcake bra

as an animal death cannon.

Fuck!

No real danger of that.

My aim's still for shit.

Let me try.

Holy shit.

Shit.
Martha!

Jesus, are you hurt?

What happened?
Where are the others?

I...I can't...

I can't carry it.

What?

MVP, Martha.

M-V-fucking-P.

For real.

This must be
what cavewomen felt like

when their men came home
with meat.

Like, I am legit hot for you
right now.

Okay.

Well, how about you keep that
in your pants

and help me with this?

Okay. Wait.
Get a better grip down here.

Get it.

- Yep, got it.
- You got it?

- Okay.
- You killed it.

Good one.

Couldn't resist.

Are you sure
you're holding up okay?

Okay.

Shit.

How long have I been out?

A while.

Where is everybody?

Not far, I don't think.

I have
this vague sort of memory...

...of, like, losing my mind

and then running into the water
to try to find it.

And there were benzos.

That's pretty accurate.

Did you get stuck
having to look after me?

I volunteered.

I hope I didn't do
anything embarrassing,

like drool or fart.

I've been told
after many drunk sleepovers

that I tend to be sort of
a slob under the influence.

You were very ladylike.

You did, um...

...you did go
for an Ambien walkabout.

What?

You're kidding.

I found you in the woods
petting some moss.

Wow.

I walked you back.

Thanks.

Seriously, thank you.

Is there water?
I'm, like, really thirsty.

Keep resting.

- I'll go get it.
- Thank you.

That's good news.

Gretchen should know.
It'll put her at ease.

Wait.

She's not finished.

Questions are
the lifeblood of the sciences.

When you get to college,

whether it be at this
fine university or elsewhere,

please do not waltz
into any science course

thinking you know the answers.

It is the act
of raising questions

that moves our work forward.

So what are
the most provocative questions

facing us
in the sciences today?

What still keeps us up at night

dreaming, puzzling?

The creation of the cosmos?

Like, was it the Big Bang
or something else?

Yes, that's a biggie.

In the front?

The origins of life on Earth.

I mean, there are theories,

Miller's primordial ooze,
for example,

but we still don't know
categorically.

Yes, it's still a mystery.

No one else?

How about one of you
lovely fools

who think the back rows
are an invisibility cloak?

Okay.

How about the gentleman in
the unseasonably warm jacket?

I guess...

if I were a cloud,
which kind would I be?

I know that's not...um...

I sort of answered
more personally, but...

See, I'm going into
environmental science,

and, well, I sort of...

I just...

I think about clouds a lot.

And have you decided?

Which type of cloud you are?

Um, I think I'm leaning
towards nimbostratus

because I tend to lie low,

and I can get dark.

And I precipitate a lot.

Not cry.
I-I don't mean cry.

I just meant...sweat.

An out-of-the-box response,
to be sure,

but it's always great
to personalize science.

Now, let's talk
assignment schedule.

Every week you'll be expected
to write a one-page response

to the reading for that week.

We'll have quizzes periodically
but never without notice.

Pop quizzes are a gimmick
used by lazy professors

to play "got ya"
with their students.

We seem to be moving
in the same direction

at the same velocity.

I guess so.

Unless one of us stops
to pretend to tie their shoe,

then...well, then,
we may be, like...

doomed to talk to each other.

Neither of us have laces.

Doomed it is.

So do you want to be
a science major?

I don't know.

I just sort of picked
my classes at random.

Wow.

So you just opened the course
catalogue and went...

Kind of.

I don't know
what I want to study yet.

Well, summer session's
good for that,

for "finding yourself."

Is that why you're here?

The opposite, actually.

I'm gonna be a freshman here
in the fall.

My parents thought
this would give me a head start

on the whole, um...

"making friends" thing.

I like your coat.

Thanks.
Yeah, i-it's all right.

- Can I ask...
- Yeah?

- ...if you sweat a lot...

Then why am I wearing
a French naval peacoat in July?

It's the thing I feel best in.

I guess I wore it to keep
the first-day nerves in check.

So it's not even
a coat, really.

It's basically
a-a weighted blanket.

A very chic weighted blanket.

PSA...

from me to you...

so the world is sort of,
like, here

and I'm sort of, like...

here

in terms of character
and ambient vibe.

Well, you seem very intuitive,

so I'm sure you picked up
on that, but I just...

I simply needed to say it
out loud,

just in case.

I'm Quinn.

Nora.

This feels very nice.

And at the same time,
I want to run away

as fast as I can.

You coming?

Is this even a good idea?

I don't think
it's a bad one.

Well, it's not gonna...

it's not gonna
change us, right?

I don't know.

Probably not.

I'm gonna be very bad, Nora.

This will be disappointing.

I think the first time

is supposed
to be disappointing.

One,

two,

three!

It's literally
a bloody shank...

all fugly and veiny
and dripping.

Yet it's the most
beautiful thing

I've seen in my entire life.

Smells so fucking good.

Hey, Nora?

Where's your journal?

I think I...

I think I left it somewhere.

Like, on...on the bluff
or something?

Why?

I know you've been keeping
track of the dates.

Has to be close
to the Fourth of July, right?

It's June 29th.

Yeah, I was just thinking
it must be close to the 4th...

here we are,

having a barbecue.

It's like
if you squint your eyes

and you forget
95% of our reality,

it's almost like
you can convince yourself

everything's normal.

Here I thought
we'd be saving the day.

Looks like we've been upstaged.

Hey.

Where were you guys?

Well...

...do you have
a good chunk of time?

'Cause that is a long story

which starts

with this serious wrong turn
into the glade...

Yeah, we got lost and,
you know, thought it'd be safer

to camp out
than hike back in the dark.

Marty, is that the goat?

Hey, big-game hunter,

I'm not even sure
I'm doing this right.

God, no.
You got it all wrong.

You got to get
the guts out first.

So are you okay?

I know you're never too psyched

to be in the buddy system alone
with Shelby.

She's all right, you know.

More importantly, are you okay?

Hey, Martha.

How'd it feel?

- How'd what feel?
- You know...

taking down that goat.

Well, come on.

It's been a minute
since I had a W like that.

Give me the details.
Let me live vicariously.

I don't know, Rachel.

I'm not too sure you get it.

I don't really get it.

Um, well,
that's Sir Isaac Newton.

Right.

The dude that took the apple
to the head...

Actually, he merely saw
the apple fall to the ground.

Just a little fun fact.

Yeah.
Yeah, that...that was fun.

Sorry.

Please.
Please, have a seat.

There you are.

You were great today, Rachel,
at the meet.

Quinn said so, too.

Yes, you were like a...

a-a plummeting Baryshnikov.

Sorry.
Um...

Like ballet in the air.

Thanks.
Thanks.

It's not...not my worst.

I do think
I could've done better...

It's brave.

I mean, to hurl yourself
off a plank over and over

in a sport where so few make it
to the top.

You know, I read somewhere

that the odds of making it
to the Olympics

are, like, 0.0013%.

Drinks.

Rachel, can I offer you
an adult beverage?

Yes.

I'm not gonna be
in the pool tomorrow,

so why not?

All right.

Here you are.
- Thank you.

Here you go.

Not exactly Dom Pérignon,

but,
what's lacking in luxury,

I'll make up for
in showmanship.

Okay.

Careful.

Okay, this is happening.

Yeah.

Here you go.

I like the sound of it.

I...See, tiny bumps
in the surface of the candy

cause the CO2
in the hard seltzer

to unbond and rebond,

creating bigger,
more volatile bubbles,

thus fizzing over,
and, well, the colors,

that's just the dyes
being released,

the Red No. 3s,
the Yellow No. 6s.

I spewed way too much
esoteric information, didn't I?

Kind of my tragic flaw.

I'm sure
that's gonna go over well

among the brothers
at Theta Kappa Theta next year.

- Wait, you're rushing a frat?
- I know.

Pretty off-brand for me, but...

Well, my dad was in that one,
and he's always going on

about the robust social life
it provides.

Yikes.

Sorry.

I made a mess. Um...

You know, I'm...
so I'm gonna go...

I'm gonna get a paper towel
from the bathroom.

You guys good?
Rachel, you need anything?

From the bathroom?

Right.

Probably not.
Um, okay.

BRB.

So...

Yeah.
I like him.

You have to give me
more than that.

He's interesting.

He knows a lot of shit
about a lot of shit.

He's great.

Rachel?

Just tell me the truth.

Isn't he a little weird?

And I'm not?

No, but, like,
you're a quirky-weird.

He's...
he's, like, a weird-weird.

And it's not the science
or the accordion or whatever.

It's, like...

he can't make eye contact
with me,

and he just kind of
talks over me.

He's nervous.

Yeah.

Yeah.
Okay.

Yeah, I don't know.

Maybe he's just...

different.

It's great that
your sister's meet

fell on the last weekend.

It's nice to have someone
to head home with.

Now, coming up on your left

is the Center
for Global Studies.

Now, this university
is very committed

to an international
perspective.

I mean, just ask me.
I'm from Florida.

But over a hundred
nationalities...

Should we join 'em?

I'd rather not.

I...I get nervous

watching the guides walk
backwards.

Well, in this case,
don't be...

because I'm
very competent at it.

What are you doing?

I'm taking you on a tour...

a very niche,
very personal one.

A tour of our summer.

We were here at this
lovely bust of John Adams

when we discovered
our mutual fondness for Prince.

And we were here,
ladies and gentlemen,

when I let you pop
one of my back pimples.

And we probably should've been

a little more discreet
about that.

And we're walking.

We were sitting right there
late July

when we realized neither one
of us could roll our tongues.

Yeah.

And we were...

right here,

right now

when I asked you if, like...

even though
summer session's over,

maybe you and I
don't have to be.

Well, I guess to put
a fine point on it,

this is essentially
a proposal of...

the girlfriend-boyfriend
nature.

Quinn, I'm not so sure...

Well, hey,
you don't have to answer now.

You can just, you know, go home
and sleep on it.

It's not that.

Pro and con it
and then say yes.

You're always talking
over people.

Did you know that?

I don't know.

Like, with...

how busy you're gonna be
next year

and the distance...

I'm just not so sure
it's a great idea.

Did I m-miss something?

Your sister, she didn't...
she didn't like me.

That's not the whole story.

Well, help me understand.

We have this thing, you and me,

this sort of...

incredible, ineffable thing,

and then your uncultured,
self-obsessed

fitness freak sister
comes to town and then...

- Take that back.
- Why?

Was I off
on how I described her?

Was any word of that false?

It doesn't matter.

You don't get to talk about her
like that.

Um......

Yeah.
Yeah, I do.

She obviously trashed me,
and now...

Did you even try
to defend me?

You just listened
to her opinion, and...

and you swallowed it whole...

because it matters more to you
than your own.

That's not...

not true.

There was so much I wanted
to see and do

and talk about with you.

Quinn...

Hey, where are you going?

Just the bathroom.

Are you okay?

Yeah, i-it's not some
five-alarm E. coli thing.

I think she's just adjusting
to not being empty anymore.

I'll be back soon.

Hey, Nor.

Have you seen my headlamp?

Um...no.
- Shit.

I need to get a run in.

It's almost ten.

So?

I mean, it's pitch-dark out,

and I thought
we were gonna work

on your Virginia Woolf essay
together?

Nora, if you want to help me,

help me find
my fucking headlamp.

Shit!

Don't be mad.

What the fucking fuck, Nora?

What the...

What...what is this?

Who made this?

You...you led me here,
didn't you?

I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.

You need to tell me
what you know.

Leah, all you need to know...

Everything.
I need to know everything.

...is that I'm not gonna
hurt you

and that you're safe.

Nora. Nora.
Wait, wait, Nora, Nora.

Nora, Nora, Nora, Nora!
No, no!

Nora!

Nora!

You have to come and get her.

Gretchen, wait.

You're about to tell me
something goddamn awful.

Another dispatch
from our girl on the ground.

She wants number four removed.

Murphy's fucking Law.

I know.

- Are you on your way up top?
- Yes.

Supervision is my watchword
this time round.

That's how we avoid
any predicaments.

Agreed, but for the one

we're in now,
we need a response plan.

Keep in mind that the rollout
for phase two

has absorbed
all available watercraft.

ETA on when that'll change?

Three hours maybe.

- Leah's contained.
- She is.

Then we wait.

Three hours, max.

Tell her that we're monitoring
the situation closely.

Nora deserves to know
that we're here for her.

Inmate you're here to see?

Klein.
Devon Klein.

You're not on his list....

Did you apply for preapproval?

Yesterday.

You either got denied
or still processing.

Sign in, take a seat,
and I'll look into it.

You're going to be here
for a long time.

Everything moves at
a glacial pace in the system.

Well,
I guess I'll wait a little bit.

You groupies,
you're so adorably persistent.

I'm sorry.

You're not the first fresh face
to waltz in here,

dying to bat your eyelashes
at him for ten minutes

to boost your reputation
for sexy danger,

telling all your friends
that, yeah,

you went to see
the bad boy in jail.

Such a tired look.

I'm not a groupie.

Then why do you want to see
my son?

He...

He killed my friend.

So this is a vindictive visit.

You're here to ream him out,

let him know that you'll be
laughing your ass off

while the jailhouse alphas
make him their bitch.

No.

I just...

I just wanted to show him
the life he took,

because it was kind of, um...

a beautiful one.

I'm sure it was.

What's your name?

Nora.

The truth is, Nora,
neither of us are likely

to see him today.

You because
of bureaucratic sloth

and me for the age-old reason

that moms are always shut out
of their kids' rooms...

because he's seriously
pissed at me.

Do you like pancakes?

Would you call it a romance,
what the two of you had?

No.

I don't think
I would call it anything.

Naming it would make it small.

It was sort of...

...infinite.

It's kind of...

...excruciating for me

to be around most people.

You have
acute social anxiety...

common condition,
tragically over-stigmatized.

But with him, it was easy.

He never felt like a stranger,

even when I didn't know him.

I'm sorry.

Those probably should've been
the first words I used.

I'm so sorry, Nora.

Fuck.

He was a good kid, Devon.
He really was.

And I tried so hard with him.

I'd read him
Adrienne Rich poems

when I tucked him in at night.

I'd sit him down,
and we would have...

long dialogues about consent

and respect
and body positivity.

I took him
to the fucking Women's March.

Hearing myself out loud,

I can see
that it was inevitable.

Every child runs
from parental influence.

In his case,
straight into the arms

of Theta fucking Kappa Theta

and their toxic male bullshit.

You can't do that.

Do what?

Blame the frat and not him.

God, no.

He is totally responsible.

That's why I made him
plead guilty.

But the prison sentence...

I wasn't expecting.

I don't know what I...

Devon is not built
for a place like that.

You know, when Devon
was rushing that frat

in his freshman year,
he called me one night,

sobbing like a tiny baby,

after being locked
in the trunk of a car.

He was victimized
by that "dog eat dog,"

"piss on the weak" culture
they peddled,

but when it was his turn
to dole it out,

apparently he jumped
at the chance.

So, no, Nora.

I'm not saying
he isn't to blame.

But the patriarchy
and its institutions

sure aren't innocent.

Their allure is still so strong
and not getting any less so.

Even a sweet-hearted kid
can get caught up

in the perpetual churn.

It's bad, isn't it?

How powerful that all is.

Yes, it is...

for now.

But we can create change,

if we have the fucking guts.

I want you
to ask yourself, Nora,

"Am I thriving?"

And your sister.

Is she thriving?

Are my fellow young women
thriving?

Thriving in this culture
created by men?

Aren't we all suffering...

pushing ourselves
to perfection...

..taking on too much...

losing ourselves
to things that cannot be

and then breaking
at the seams?

Imagine stepping away
from it all,

breaking free, logging off.

Imagine spending a few months
in an environment

where societal pressures
are eliminated,

replaced only
by the simple responsibilities

of breathing, surviving,

and becoming
more truly yourself.

And at the same time,

creating a world
that men don't control.

A world of our very own.

Tell me, Nora...

how does that sound?

I feel like...

I need air.

I need...I feel...

I feel like I can't breathe.

Um, let me get the nurse.

No, now, now.

I need...

I need...I need air.

Whoa, whoa.
Hold on, hold on.

Breathe, breathe.

I'm sor...I'm sorry.

No, no, no, don't apologize
for having a panic attack.

All right, come on, let's get
you to the med station.

No, no, it's...

it smells so antiseptic
down there.

I just...

Is there any world,

any world at all
in which I could...

maybe go outside?

Like, outside-outside?

I'm literally begging you.

It's strange here.

Like, we're locked in.
It's cramped.

It's perpetually dark.

Yeah, I hear you.

This place sort of feels
like it was designed

by vampires?

Hey, look,
if you're still feeling iffy,

I can have my partner come by
and see you...

No, I don't...

I don't want to talk to him.

I don't need a therapy moment.
I just want normalcy.

Like, all I want
is a nice, boring,

normal conversation.

You want boring?

Doesn't get more boring

than forcing people
to look at pics of their kids.

That's my, daughter
when she made the school team.

Come on.
Take a look at it.

Yeah?

Wow.

Yeah, she looks like you.

It must be hard not seeing her
because of your job.

Yeah.

Yeah, 'cause of the job.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Come on.

I'm s-sorry.
It's just...

What exactly were you planning
on doing just then?

I was going to the maps app.

Try to find out where we are
in the world.

I'm sorry.
It's just the...

the low information,
the not knowing.

I'm just tired of feeling lost.

I'm sorry.

We're on a small landmass
in the Pacific,

about 150 miles east
from where you were stranded,

roughly 800 miles west
of Cusco.

Peru.

You mean we're near...
we're near Peru?

Leah, look.

I know it's tough
living on limited info,

but it won't last much longer.

Look, hand to God, it won't.

Meantime, that part of you
that needs to know things,

you might want to turn down
the dial on it.

Not 'cause I don't want you
to be curious...

'cause I want you to stay sane.

Think you can swing it?

Not really.

Come on.

I'll try.

There you go.

- There you go.
- No, it's fine.

No, no, no, it's all yours.

Worst-case scenario,
I can just use my own tie.

God knows I got enough of 'em.

Thanks.

See you around, all right?

Agent Young...

thank you.

The answers, they're coming.

I promise.

Nora!

Someone help me.

Hey.

Hi.

Leah okay?

Yeah, she...

I think she needed
some space.

You sure?

Yeah.
She said she wanted to be alone.

All right.

Not feeling great
about taking her

off the watch list,
but fuck it.

Can't babysit her forever.

Especially not you.

You've had a smooth lifetime

of keeping one crazy person
in check.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I used to love those things.

I used to always ask it
if I was gonna marry Tony Romo.

Yeah, this is a true testament
to the depths of my boredom.

Shall we give it a whirl?

Are we in the actual
Bermuda Triangle?

"Obviously, you dipshit."

I mean,
I made the thing, so...

You want to give it a try?

Do you have
any burning questions

for the oracle?

Do I have to say the question
out loud?

Ideally, but if you want to be
a mysterious bitch about it,

then fine.

"I don't fucking know."

Well, that wasn't fun.

The whole point of these things

is they're supposed to give you
the answer, right?

Jesus.

I mean...

you know, if you're so worried
about how she's feeling,

maybe you
should go ask her yourself.

Please. I know sexual tension
when I see it.

But don't worry.

I don't know
why I'm so sick over it.

He was old, you know, and...

I looked at his teeth after
'cause that's how you can tell.

Nine years old maybe.

He just wouldn't stop
following me.

Like, he wouldn't
leave me alone.

And I got this feeling

like he wanted me to do it,

almost like he was asking me.

But I don't know.

Maybe I'm just
telling myself that

so I don't feel as guilty.

Or he wanted you to live.

He was willing to go

and move on...

because he knew you deserved
a chance at a real life.

So don't blow it.

Nora, I'm so glad you came.

I ordered for both of us.

You hungry?

I want to tell you
what I want.

Okay.

I...

I want to help my sister.

God.

It feels so good to be full.

Don't...

don't let me forget
that I said that.

Like, when we get back
or whatever.

I don't want to be
afraid anymore.

Hey.

Hey.

So does this not matter to you?

What?

You're this...

fiery, passionate person.

And then last night happens,
and you're just so damn calm.

I guess...

I guess I just got to thinking
that maybe that's be...

because it didn't matter to you.

Nah, Shelby.

It's 'cause I trust you.

What the hell did I do
to earn that?

You saved my life.

Okay, but what if
it all blows up?

What if...what if...
what if we end up

making each other
freaking miserable, you know?

What if I hurt you?

I've hurt people before...

very badly.

I...

What if our plane crashes,

and what if we nosedive
into the ocean

and, you know, end up stranded,

and what if we wind up lost
and starving?

All of that already happened.

The worst
has already fucking happened.

I don't think I've got it in me
to get that scared

about something
that could be good.

I don't want to be afraid
to be in love

or to love who I want...

freely, fully,
without reservation.

Boom.

I want to find my people,

whoever they are.

I want to find my strength.

I want to make a life
where we're not always doing

and trying and fighting.

Hey.

Where are you going?

The water.

You know the whole
"wait after you eat" thing

is a myth, right?

Of course I know that.

I want a life
where we can just be.

Just gonna go out there
and float, Nor.

Just float.

Nora, I can promise you
all those things

and so much more.

And my sister?

Can she come, too?

If I say yes, will you?

Nora!

What the fuck is happening?

Don't fucking move.

Shark.

Shark!

Rachel!

Rachel!

Rachel!

Rachel!

Shit.

They're saying
it's a code purple.

Yeah.

Thank fucking Christ.

What's happening to her?

She's in anaphylactic shock.

Her throat is closing up.

What the fuck?

Beep, beep, coming through.