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Previously on
The Last Man...

There's been an event.

The men are dead, Regina.

I am the president
of the United States.

How is this not an immediate
constitutional crisis?

If we're a united front,
she'll fall in line.

"Dr. Allison Mann, Harvard."

Boston's been hard to contain.
Violence, looting.

I can get him out of here.

When were you gonna tell us
about Regina Oliver?

We'll handle the situation.

A lot of people
screaming conspiracy.

We need to talk
about the pilots.

They're gonna be a problem.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa!

What happened?

How long till they realize

that two helicopters
are missing?

When they do, they'll be looking
for the two missing pilots

that stole them.

When we're done
with the scientists,

I'll help you
find your girlfriend.

‐I'm sorry.
‐Well, we'll get to Boston

by tomorrow.

What do you think she's like?

"Hi, I'm Dr. Allison Mann
from Harvard.

Ever heard of it?
I'm a geneticist."

It's like, put it away,
you know?

Bet she makes a big deal
about not owning a TV.

I don't care if you like her.

We just need her
to do her job.

Okay, well, I'm just saying
we should be ready

for the possibility
that she's terrible.

I do not care about her
as a person, Yorick.

Do you care about me
as a person?

‐Not even remotely.
‐Yeah, I don't believe you.

What?

‐Oh, shit.
‐

Clear the streets immediately.

For your protection, this area
will be going under curfew.

Can you put your mask on,
please?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

‐
‐

You're a dark spirit,
Boston.

Keep this area clear.

Stay down, stay down,
stay down, stay down.

That's a lot of security.

Come on, let's move.

‐Oh, we're leaving?
‐Yeah. Move. Stay low.

Do not move, Yorick.
Do not wander.

Plant roots here,
understand? Mm‐hmm.

Good. Also, I value you as
a human being and as a friend.

And we are gonna find this
Dr. Mann, and then we'll

get the fuck out of
this terrifying hellscape.

What are you... Okay.

Uh, yeah.
What's the game plan?

‐Do not move. Do not...
‐Wander?

Yes, I know.

Okay.

Hey, Yorick?

‐Yeah.
‐Put your mask down.

Yes. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Uh...

Yeah, what was I
supposed to say?

She's never given me
a knife before.

- Incoming. On foot.
- Stop right there!

Hands up!
‐Identify yourself.

Stand down.

I'm Sergeant Nash,

82nd Airborne.

Why aren't you in uniform?

We were clearing debris
on Fayette.

Assholes found a stash
of grenades.

First Sergeant didn't want us
making their job

easier on them.

Are you gonna let me through,
Private?

I've had a pretty shitty day.
I'd like to take my shoes off.

Come on.

Jesus.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Quiet, boy. Quiet.

Fuck. Come on, come on.

‐
‐Shh, quiet.

Or I'll tell her
it was your idea.

She one of ours
or one of theirs?

- She's one of Harvard's.
- ‐

We count those as ours.

High value?

‐She's a geneticist.
‐All right.

Yeah.

That's a lot of tear gas.
Haven't seen any rioters yet.

They like to ambush us,
catch us off guard.

We stay ready.

So what's the game plan?

We rile them up,
they stick their head out of

whatever hole they're
hiding in‐‐ Hang on.

Good.

We hit 'em with the gas,

maybe a little nonlethal ammo.

Break 'em up for a couple hours.

They'll come back, they'll
rattle the cages for a while.

We'll get some sleep,
they'll get some sleep,

and we'll do it all over again
tomorrow.

‐What do they want?
‐Attention.

A time machine.
I don't know.

- Answers.
- Get in line.

Just let them have
the buildings.

What's so special
about Harvard?

Research. Priceless art.
History.

Somebody in Washington
wants to protect them, so...

They want to burn 'em down.

Uh, your Dr. Mann's
not on our list.

Okay, well, I need access
to her lab. The Science Center?

The Science Center was
the first place they got.

It's gone. And if your
Dr. Mann was inside,

she's gone, too.

Ready when you are.

Uh, you're doing this
right now?

Might rain later.

Shit.

What are you doing in here?

Hey, answer me.

You're a friend, right?

Fucking act like it.

Hey, open up!
‐Drop it.

‐
‐Let me in!

How come we've got
no clean water,

and they've got
unlimited tear gas?

Be useful.

It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay.

Okay. Okay, I'll get you.

I'll get you, get you, get you.

Okay, okay, okay. All right.

Aah!

You okay?

Camo fucks!

Get something to eat
before we go back out there.

Okay.

15 minutes to clear the gas.

Waiting's the worst part.

Thanks.

Were you here in 2013
for the manhunt?

After the marathon?

Whole city locked down.

No one left the house.

Just waiting.

You got a place to go?

My brother's in Jamaica Plain
with a few guys.

They've got testosterone,
if you need it.

Place to sleep.

It's got to be better
than being on your own.

I'm... I'm with a friend.

What, do you work
at the zoo or something?

‐Uh, rescued from a lab.
‐Right on.

Tom's above Bella Luna
if you ever need anything.

Tell him Steph sent you.

I'm Steph.

Yorick.

Hey, where'd they find him
again?

The manhunt.
I can't remember.

Hiding in a rowboat.

No one can hide forever

when the whole world's looking.

Hey. Hey, hey.

Yeah, we gotta move.
Okay? We gotta move.

They're tear gassing
protesters. Come on.

‐You okay? What happened?
‐Nothing.

Okay, where's my knife?

Uh, I lost it.

Where the‐‐
where the hell is Dr. Mann?

The lab's destroyed. The whole
science building's rubble.

Come on, we gotta move. Come.
Come on, come on, move, move.

Let's go, let's go.

The Israelis land in an hour.

So they'll drop off
Secretary Oliver,

then it's our show
from Annapolis.

Armored caravans,
lead teams clearing roads.

Off‐road vehicles
if we need them.

‐Okay. Good.
‐Good.

‐Yep.
‐Good. Done.

I'd like to talk to you
about those two

missing choppers,
if you got some time.

I never have some time.

Let's do it now.

So, there is tracking software

in those birds,
if we can get it working.

We've got a team on it.

Well, let's keep it small.

We can't spare the resources,

and we don't want rumors.

When Secretary Oliver gets here,

she will be greeted with
full decorum. Welcome home.

Welcome home.

And then at some point,
we'll sit her down

and tell her
how thankful we are‐‐

I am‐‐ that she's alive.

‐
‐And how much
we look forward to her

joining us in a senior position
of some kind.

‐Do not say, "of some kind."
‐Wait!

‐How senior?
I don't even think
that you should be there.

She might feel it's
some kind of a power grab.

It's not a power grab.

The Israelis should
have kept her.

I wish they had.

Well, they didn't,
so we're stuck with her.

All right. Let's do this.

Hmm.

I don't see a TV, so

that's still
an outstanding concern.

There was nothing
in her file about a kid.

Hey, check this out.

She's obsessed with this place.

Yeah, my dad took us to
the Princeton Club for dinner,

like, three times a year‐‐
it's, like, surf

‐and turf, half a frozen tomato
‐

...and three or four bottles
of Chardonnay.

‐
‐

Princess, move.

Well, just give me another
minute. I'll get it.

You have ten seconds.

‐Ten, nine, eight...
‐Can you just...?

Okay, you know what?
That's too much pressure.

‐Move, move, move.
‐Yeah, okay.

Do your thing.

Well, she's got
to be here somewhere.

Holy shit.

Oh, God.

I really don't want
to say I told you so,

because I feel like that's‐‐

that's beneath me,
but I freaking...

called it.

Look at this place.

What, you still
don't think she's here?

You know what, you know
what that is? That is,

that's intuition.

That's what it is. They don't
teach that at Harvard.

Don't put your shit down,
Yorick.

Look, he's a living being, okay?
He needs a break.

There we go, big guy. I know.
That was a loud noise outside.

I think you're just pissed off
'cause you knew I was

‐about to pick that lock.
‐You were never gonna
get that lock downstairs.

‐Give me five more seconds
and I would've had that shit.
‐Oh, please...

‐
‐What the fuck?

Yorick!

Can you give me a hand?!

Can you just...

‐Move out of the way!
‐I can't see shit.

Get the fuck off me!

Get out of the way!

Oh, shit.

It's her.

You're Dr. Allison Mann?

Do you mind?

‐
Oh, my God.

We've been looking for you.

I'm with the federal government.

You've got
a Y chromosome, don't you?

Yorick. Nice to meet you.

All right, buddy.
Hey, it's all right.

You okay?

We're here on behalf of
the President of the United...

Will you please with‐‐

What the hell
is that thing, anyway?

Hey, guys, please.
He's not a thing. Okay?

His name is Ampersand.

- ‐"He"?
- Yes.

There's two of you? You were
together when it happened?

‐Well, okay, I'm a person,
but...
‐I was gonna finish that.

You alone, meaningless.

‐Cool.
‐But you both together?

Two survivors?
Two fucking together?!

‐
‐Shh. Shh, shh...

You've been selected
by the president,

to take your existing research,

and with unlimited access
to the last two survivors...

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Save the species. Got it.

Hey, little guy.

I'm not gonna hurt you.
I just want to say "hi."

- ‐Hey, hey.
- ‐

Sometimes he needs a minute
to warm up to people.

We're gonna need you to get
your stuff together quickly.

I'll contact the president.

Obviously, we can't stay
if your lab's been destroyed,

but I'm sure we can get
together a secure lo...

No.

What?

Oh. No, thank you.

I'm headed to San Francisco.

San‐San Francisco seems far.

I lost 15 years of research
from my lab.

Well, now you have
two surviving subjects and...

And none of the equipment
I need to do the work.

The only lab that has
what I need is in San Francisco.

Absolutely not. There has
to be something closer.

There isn't.

This research is controversial,
and not all of it is legal.

‐Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
W‐Wait a second.
‐The U. S. government

is especially puritanical

when it comes to anything
resembling human cloning.

H‐Human cloning? What the...?

Nobody's using
the software I need.

You can't even buy it
in the States.

So, we can waste
the next 15 years

recreating my research
and trying,

and failing, to replicate
highly‐complicated

software made
by extremely dead programmers,

or...

we can haul ass
to San Francisco.

Do you know
that you're bleeding?

What? Oh. Oh, God.

Uh, yeah, it's fine.

- ‐ No, thank you.
- No. No.

‐Mm‐hmm. This is...
this is the last one.
‐Mm.

‐Well, you keep saying that.
‐This is for you.

Ooh. Ooh.
‐You're all done. You do know,

if he had bled out, your special
brand of genius would be

pretty much worthless.

I'm sorry, for, like,
the tenth time,

that I thought the people
who shot down my door

might be here
to do me some harm.

The tenth time? You haven't
said "sorry," not one damn time.

Yes, I have.

No, you haven't.
‐But it's fine. Hey.

Stabbings happen, you know?

Let's just, everybody just

pull it back a little bit
with the, um...

I got to contact the president.

I got to let her know.

That we're going
to San Francisco

to human‐clone me? Yeah.

And, uh, maybe on the way,

may I suggest sunny Ohio?

How exactly were you planning
on getting to San Francisco?

I was gonna walk,

but since you've name‐dropped
the president so many times,

maybe she could send a plane?

Mm‐mm.
His survival's classified,

‐and President Brown needs
to keep it that way.
‐Ugh.

You'd think that we could do
better than Jennifer Brown.

She's as vanilla
as they come.

Nobody can know about him.

If those crazies find out
he survived,

that stand‐off out there just‐‐

it turns
into The Harvard Massacre.

By "those crazies," are you
talking about the people...

The lunatics blowing up
buildings, screaming conspiracy.

Yeah. Who else
am I talking about?

They think the government
isn't telling them something.

Well... that's not crazy.

On any given day,
the U. S. government

has thousands of people
building secret shit

that could kill every single
one of us‐‐ weapons,

‐viruses, AI...
‐Okay. So let me
get this straight. Who...?

Hey, um, have either
of you guys heard the, um...

the tuna fish sandwich joke?

Have I... have I told you that?

The tuna fish sandwich joke?
Does that ring a bell?

Does that...

‐It's like, "Tuna fish..."
I'll be right back.

Neither of you leave
this building.

Where are you going?

‐Wait, are you leaving me
with her?
‐I could be saying

‐the same thing about you.
‐Uh, yeah,

but I didn't stab you, so...

I'll be right back.

Stay put.

So... what's the joke?

Hey, can we, uh...?

Can we, uh... can we talk
about this for a second?

I mean...

Maybe, uh... maybe
we should have a code word

or just a little meeting‐‐
like a check‐in sort of thing‐‐

before you just
leave me with a...

The sat phone's broken.
Antennae's busted.

‐Uh, uh, yeah. I didn't...
That wasn't me.
‐Well,

I'll find us a new one.
I'll call your mom

‐and be back in a couple hours.
‐Whoa. Hey.

‐Hey, a couple hours?
‐We need her, okay?

So just do your thing.
Charm her.

Cha... Uh, charm her?
What, that's my thing?

I'm the charmer?

Okay, well, drive safe.

‐
‐

Drive safe?

They're storming statehouses,
governor's mansions,

‐food banks.
‐Okay.

Like, if‐if we could hold
a press conference,

we could mitigate
some of the damage...

Press conference?

Well, who the fuck's
gonna watch it?

‐We don't even
have the power on.
‐Well, I know...

If a group of people decide
to take up arms

because of rumors,
misinformation, then...

Well, then we'll have
to shut it down, won't we?

No, we can't lose
the statehouses.

Where are they getting
their information from now?

Word of mouth.
It's like a game

of broken telephone.
No one knows what to believe.

Apparently, some of these groups
are circulating newsletters,

connecting dots
that don't exist.

We are the government.

We can do better
than newsletters.

Okay.

Yes? What? What is it?

We found a crash site
in the eastern Allegheny.

Definitely one, maybe both,
we're not sure.

The stolen choppers, ma'am.

Both? But we're not sure?

We only discovered the debris
field in the last 90 minutes,

but it's our equipment.
We know that much.

How much is strewn about
will help us

determine what we're looking at.

Human remains?

Not yet, but, um...

a crash with a thousand pounds
of fuel onboard...

Survival, uh...

They're dead, ma'am.

They've got to be.

Oh.

Uh...

Uh.

You know, it's pretty clear
Jennifer had something to do

with those missing helicopters.

The pilots, Agent Burgin?

She sent them to look
for Hero, right?

I‐I get it. I get it. I‐I...

If I had a child out there,
I would do

everything I could to find them.

Except now
we're down one helicopter,

and... the pilots
that she sent out‐‐

Jennifer‐‐ to fly it...

Uh, it just...

It's... it's very, very bad.

I mean...

And Christine...

...if you were involved,
if you knew, I...

I mean, I‐I don't have
to tell you...

Can you blackmail me
some other time?

I'm not blackmailing you.

Hey.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Are you okay?

Hmm.

Hey. Are you okay?

Okay.

I think
I'm having a miscarriage.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

Let me help, okay?

I got you. I got you.

I got you.

‐
‐You're okay. I got you.

‐I got you. You're okay.
‐

It's gonna be okay.

You're good.

I got you, okay?

How many weeks?

Weeks? Uh...

ten, maybe.

I don't know.

Haven't had time
to sleep, let alone...

And so many people miscarried,
so I just thought I'd... Mm.

Let's move that down
a little bit more, okay?

I don't want anyone
to know about this.

Of course.

This stays between us.

What is it?

What's wrong?

See that, right there?

Right... there.

That little flutter?

That is a heartbeat.

‐There was so much blood.
‐It's not uncommon.

Just a scare.

Is this your first?

It's not my anything.

Well, you are closer to...

12 weeks.

Is it a boy?

We'll need a blood test
to know for sure, but

pretty safe to say
you're having a girl.

Take a listen.

I'm sorry.

There's just been
so much death.

It's okay.

Don't worry.

Everything is gonna be okay.

Drop it.

‐Okay, drop it!
‐Okay.

Who are you?

You first.

Ah. Fuck.

‐Drop it!
‐Aah!

‐Oh!
‐

‐
‐

How long are we gonna do this?

‐This your house?
‐Fuck no, this isn't my house.

We're both looking for her.
Cut the shit.

She's not here.

I've been here three weeks.

Okay.

I'm 525.

- ‐355.
- ‐

‐
‐

When'd she recruit you?

I mean, w‐we must have come in
around the same time.

Are you gonna say
anything, or...?

We're not supposed to.

We're not supposed
to be here, either.

Did Fran give you this address?

She told me I was the only one
who had it, our secret.

Did she tell you that, too?

‐Is your 1030 alive?
‐Oh, of course not.

What the fuck am I supposed
to do now?

Where, uh... where were you
when it happened?

Middle of an op in Michigan.

Years of recon.

They pulled me out, told me

they were sending me
to the State Department.

They briefed me in a few weeks.

The day it happened was
my first day on the job.

Where were you?

Oklahoma.

They pulled me out,
sent me to the Pentagon.

First day of work
when it happened.

That's a hell of a coincidence.

What? You think they knew?

We're not supposed
to ask questions.

Took me a while
to find all this shit.

It was hidden
all over the house.

I found this under her bed.

You mind if I, um...?

Take whatever you want.

I got what I need.

She didn't use a tracer.

She doesn't want to be found.

Even by us.

But I'll find her.

She owes me an explanation.

It's really not her fault.

So, let me guess.

Foster care?

Juvie?

Where'd they find you?

We were chosen
because we have no one.

That's not true.

So, what, she recruited you
off the debate team?

She ask your mom's permission?

What are you gonna do
if you find her?

I'm gonna put a bullet
in between her eyes, and then,

I'm gonna live my life like a
person for the first time ever.

You should do the same.

Oh.

Did you draw all these dicks?

People grieve in their own way.

You like teaching here?

Not really.

My girlfriend's a PhD
candidate‐‐ anthropology.

She loves teaching.

Teaching is exhausting,
unfulfilling,

and requires being around
young people,

which is not something
I particularly enjoy.

I teach because I don't want
to work for the government

or some evil
pharmaceutical monolith,

and I've got bills.

‐Or I did.
‐Sure, yeah.

Everyone, uh...
everyone has a job.

‐What's your job?
‐I'm also a teacher.

‐Oh.
‐Yeah.

Magic.

It's, like, card tricks, escape
artistry, sleight of hand.

What?

Does she always run off
on secret missions

- ‐without telling you where she's going?
- ‐

What, 355? Yeah.

That's kind of her thing.

355?

What is that?

You're supposed
to call her that?

I have asked these questions,
and yes, pretty much, yeah.

I'm supposed to call her that.

Uh, so, what's in San Francisco?

The lab.

‐Right.
‐The only lab
that has what I need

‐to do the work properly.
‐Right, right. The lab.

That's right.

It just sounds like there's
more to it than that,

but...

‐What do I know?
‐There is highly technical,

highly secret research
in that lab.

The kind of research
that only two people

‐in the entire world know about.
‐Two people. Right.

You and your secret
San Francisco boyfriend?

I'm gay.

‐Oh.
‐But I need this software

and years of data and samples‐‐

15 years' worth‐‐

before you're too old to be
reproductively interesting.

"Reproductively interesting"?
Wow.

Okay. Uh...

Y‐Yeah, I thought...
Can't men... Men can, uh...

Sure, men can reproduce
well past 40, but...

should they?

After 40, the caliber
of your genetic material

is seriously downgraded
if not entirely impaired.

Yeah, I'm 27.

You look older.

Okay. Well, it's kind of been

a bit of a stressful few months,

but thank you
for pointing that out, Doctor.

Is there anything else to drink?

There's... chardonnay.

Ma'am?

Are you okay?

They said they'd call

when they got to Boston.
Why haven't they called?

They have identified the remains

of the two pilots
from the crash.

General Reed confirmed
a few minutes ago.

Nothing about Yorick.

Do you think...

I mean,

could she have killed
those pilots?

No.

No,
it‐it was a horrible accident.

I mean, she said
she'd take care of them.

Did she think I wanted...

She works for me.

Ma'am, this isn't your fault.

‐It was an accident.
‐Pull everything we have

on the Culper Ring.
Whatever we can find.

She brought back hard drives
from her field office.

I want... I want them decrypted.

Okay. I can enlist
some of our tech people.

Maybe a CIA analyst.

But what do we

tell them it's about?

I'll worry
about the cover story.

You just do it.

I need to find out
who the fuck my son is with.

‐Are you okay? You seem...
‐I'm fine.

I'm fine. I'm fine, ma'am.

Just tired.

Let's not be late.

We're so glad you're home.

You must be exhausted,

but everyone is so happy
that you're home.

I'm‐I'm just down the hall
if you need anything.

I'm sorry
about your, uh, father.

He was a good man.

Thank you.

None of this turned out
the way he would have wanted it.

Regina, I know

we haven't
always seen eye to eye.

When you were on The View,

you called me strident.

None of that matters now.

This place
is a Rachel Maddow fever dream.

We have to stick together.

How do I get my hands
on some decent hair dye?

I came out of that coma

‐looking like the Crypt Keeper.
‐

Some of the women
in the basement

have the drugstore box stuff.
I...

‐I could ask them.
‐I haven't dyed my own hair

since I was a teenager.

It's actually not that hard.

I'm happy to help.

Your father won in a landslide,

and we still ended up
with socialists in charge.

Except you're here now.

People are gonna have
to pick sides.

Rest up.

You have friends here.

Oh, sorry.

I can come back.

Oh, no, it's‐it's fine.

It was...
It was good to talk to you.

Thanks for stopping by.

I look forward

to more time together.

Me, too.

Madam Secretary.

Madam President.

Suddenly so many Madams.

‐That is true.
‐Madam this. Madam that.

In here, there, everywhere.
Madams.

Now more than ever, I‐I guess.

I wanted to speak with you.

Oh, I'm sure you do.

You've got the run of the place.

Imagine you're not...

keen to give it up.

We're all working together.
All hands on deck.

Oh, as long as you're in charge.

Is there anything to eat
around here?

I could eat just about anything

as long as it isn't hummus.

I'll see what I can do.

Thanks.

Okay, can you...

Can you explain it to me
just one more time?

They're deficient

in an enzyme
called 5‐alpha reductase.

‐Okay.
‐It's the one
that converts testosterone

‐into dihydrotestosterone.
‐To dihydrotestosterone.

‐That's... Okay. Okay.
‐Completely commonplace

in a remote area
of the Dominican Republic.

Babies are born,
assigned female,

only to discover male sex organs
that descend in puberty.

Oh. And then...

there's
androgen insensitivity syndrome.

One in 20,000 genetically XY
births are resistant

to androgens, the male hormones,

and so babies are born
with internal testes

but typically female
external traits.

Millions of women
dropped dead that day,

some of whom had no idea
they even had a Y chromosome.

Can I ask you a question?

- ‐No, thanks.
- ‐

Why this place?

Your apartment
seemed nice enough.

I didn't have enough
Jim Crow‐era stained glass

at my place.

Okay.

It's just, um...

I saw the crib

‐in your, uh...
‐And you made assumptions.

I don't have a kid.

- ‐Ok‐Okay.
- ‐

Just, you have a crib, though.

Men love to ask women
about children,

‐don't they?
‐Didn't you just say

‐that there's no such thing
as men and women?
‐Yeah,

I didn't say
there's no such thing.

I said
there's infinite variations.

And the idea
that I'll be working

to bring back men is reductive

‐and ridiculous
and beyond stupid.
‐Okay. Okay, I'm sorry.

Look, I was just asking
because you seem sad.

I seem sad?

Look around you.

You understand
how fucked we are, right?

Yeah.

If I can figure out
why you survived‐‐

and that's a big if‐‐

and I can somehow figure out
a way to replicate it

or replicate you‐‐ and again,
that's an even bigger if‐‐

none of that even begins
to scratch the surface

of what we have lost.

Which is not, and I cannot
emphasize this enough...

...men.

Not everyone with a Y chromosome
is a man.

We lost so many people that day.

So many brilliant women.

And biodiversity.

Because...

it's not just us.

It's monkeys.

Giraffes.

Tigers.

Dogs.

Lemurs.

Koalas.

Coyotes.

I don't envy you.

You won't have much of a life
from now on, will you?

Hey.

‐We got to go.
‐Did you talk to my mom?

Your mom?

Oh, yeah, my mom
is Jennifer Brown, by the way.

- ‐You should probably know that.
- ‐

Wait a sec. Wait.

I spoke with her.

We're authorized
to continue on to San Francisco.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Wait, wait. Wait, what?

That's it? That's all she said?

She said hi, too.

Hey, listen,

‐what I said...
‐Sh‐She's less vanilla

once you get to know her.

‐Uh...
‐They're using tear gas

every 30 minutes,
so we'll move out

after the next round.

Gear up.

Um...

Hey.
‐Yeah?

What's wrong with her?

Oh, she's drunk.

Oh, my God.

Hey, hey, what happened?

Okay.

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