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I'll never forget the day I heard

their plane had gone missing.

I mean, that could have been me.

Would you say you were close with any of the girls

on the team?

I would definitely not say that, no.

Hell yeah.

I knew some of 'em pretty good back in the day.

Not one of those girls gave a good goddamn about trigonometry,

I can tell you that much.

So what do you think really happened out there?

All I know is that what happened was a tragedy.

A terrible tragedy.

I probably shouldn't say this, but...

some of these kids, eh,

no big loss, if we're honest.

But those girls were special.

They were...

They were champions.

Allie! Allie, Allie!

Come on.

Come on.

Nice!

Ty! Over here!

Ty! Inside!

Forward! Forward! Come on!

Ty!

- Ty! - Jackie!

Good shot!

Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz,

buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz,

- buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! - We're going to nationals!

You look so hot right now.

Uh...

Uh, uh, careful.

It's cool, babe.

I want you to.

W-We're gonna be late.

It's fine.

Relax.

Oh. Ah.

God, you're amazing.

I fucking love you, Jackie.

Okay.

My turn.

- Were you listening to that? - No. No, it fell

into the tape deck and I accidentally pressed play.

I saw Jeff.

What happened to no distractions before nationals?

"Ripping off the Band-Aid"

and all that?

I decided that...

showing up to college a virgin is a mistake.

No offense.

We've been together for so long that,

if we're each other's first, then we'll be linked forever.

It's more poetic that way.

Oh. That reminds me...

I decided on a color palette for our room at Rutgers next year.

Pink and green.

It's like classic preppy meets Palm Beach.

It's very Lilly P.

Wait, Jeff's a virgin?

Well, we've been together since freshman year.

Yeah, I know. It's just...

you guys have broken up, like, 10,000 times.

Never long enough to count.

Are they think dem have more power

The hell is this bullshit?

- What? - These assholes

were under .500 all season.

Shauna, honk at that thing.

No, they're just gonna think

we're, like, saluting mediocre baseball.

No, they'll know.

- Try undefeated, bitches! - Oh, my God, Jackie.

We're going to motherfucking nationals!

Aphids?

Rabbits.

Poor little guys.

Mm.

Just trying to survive, I guess.

I'm sorry, do we know each other?

Jessica Roberts, Star-Ledger.

I left you a few voice mails.

Right. Fuck off, Jessica.

Shauna, wait. Wait,

- wait, wait, wait. - I don't talk to reporters.

But I'm guessing you already know that.

I know that you've been letting other people tell your story.

People who barely knew you.

And they are making a lot of money doing it.

Five minutes.

That's all I ask. If you don't like what I have to say,

I will leave you alone.

Promise.

I know what you want to hear.

But the truth is,

the plane crashed, a bunch of my friends died

and the rest of us starved and scavenged

and prayed for 19 months,

till they finally found us.

And that's the end of the story.

I think we both know there's a...

bit more to it than that.

I can't imagine what you guys went through out there.

Nobody can.

And that is worth something.

It's worth a lot, actually.

I can guarantee you a seven-figure book advance

right here, right now.

We could write it together but it's your name on the cover.

Mm, not interested.

Sorry.

What if I told you the others were?

Then I would say that you're lying.

So you are still in touch.

I haven't spoken to any of them in years.

I would not know how to get ahold of them

even if I wanted to.

I moved on, and I genuinely hope

that they were able to do the same.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm...

Shauna, this is the kind of money

that could change your life.

You were an elite athlete.

Straight A's.

Early admission to Brown.

Is this...

really how you thought your life was gonna turn out?

Sorry.

I didn't mean to, uh...

I don't give a shit what you meant,

you smug little bitch.

You don't know a fucking thing about my life.

Well...

if you change your mind...

Natalie, time for group.

Remember, anger can be good.

Tell that to my parole officer.

I mean, all I'm saying is this bitch cut me in line.

What am I supposed to do, just stand there?

And then what happens?

Everybody in Jamba Juice just starts getting on line

wherever the hell they want.

It's gonna be chaos.

Pure chaos.

How the hell am I supposed to pay for my shit?

These are important feelings you're having, Wendy.

- Thank you for sharing them. - Yeah. You're welcome.

But, also, I need an answer.

Because apparently slapping this numb cunt

- was, uh, incorrect. - Mm.

And also misdemeanor assault.

Mm.

It's true, violence is never the answer.

But that doesn't mean the anger you're feeling isn't useful.

You just have to find a way to...

Keep the tiger in the cage.

Natalie?

Seeing as how this is your last day with us,

any final inspirations you'd like to pass on to the group?

Purpose.

Find a purpose.

I used to think all the drugs and the drinking

and the sex,

I used to think I did those things because of...

what happened out there.

What I... saw.

What I... did.

Oh, my God. What did you do?

You literally never told us.

Zip it, Ariana.

But the real reason is...

much simpler.

After they rescued us,

I...

I lost my purpose.

And...

thanks to my time here...

I finally know how to get it back.

Oh, man, Natalie.

Ugh.

What is that?

And here I thought jocks were supposed to be able to party.

Eat me.

Oh, Jesus.

Dude, this is terrible.

Okay, you know what, you can both go suck a dick.

And just maybe we will.

Oh, shit, it's my cousin.

- Did he get us the stuff? - Yeah.

Tonight.

Hey! Burnout!

Show us your tits!

Oh, come on! Don't be shy!

I mean, shit, if you really want to see 'em.

Oh...

The fuck, Natalie?

He's gonna kick our ass, not yours!

Only if they catch us.

Come on!

Yo, Salt, I looked around and I couldn't believe this

I swear, I stared, my niece my witness

The brother had it goin' on with somethin' kind of uh

Wicked, wicked, had to kick it

I'm not shy so I asked for the digits

A ho? No, that don't make me

See what I want slip slide to it swifty

Allie.

You all right?

It's just a pep rally.

Honestly, I think the whole point is just to give

freshmen something to jerk off to later.

Jackie,

Coach wants to see you in his office.

I'm not nervous.

I'm the only freshman who got asked, you know.

I know.

It's so unfair.

My dress was gonna be amazing.

Well, hey, at least you can wear it next year.

You don't get it, Van, 'cause nobody asked you.

Okay, you're done.

Jesus Christ.

Does someone want to tell Kelly Kapowski

to maybe worry less about prom

and more about not fucking up nationals?

Oh, come on.

If she plays like she did at states...

Yeah, don't worry.

That's not gonna happen.

I'm gonna talk to you like an adult.

Is that okay with you?

Do you have any idea why I made you team captain this year?

Now, obviously, it's not because you're our best player.

Shauna's faster.

Lottie's got better footwork by a mile.

And Taissa, now...

Is this a pep talk?

Jackie,

you possess something no one else on this team has:

influence.

When things get tough out there,

those girls are gonna need someone to guide them.

Can you handle that?

All right, let's hear it for the boys!

Let's give the boys a hand!

Thanks, guys.

You did your best.

Now, our next act needs no introduction.

So let's all just make some noise

for your New Jersey State

Girls' Soccer Champions!

Parts of this 1667 epic

were dictated to family members by its author.

What are you?

I am

Paradise Lost.

Yes. Linda.

I am The Great Gatsby.

Ooh, I'm sorry.

The answer we're looking for is Paradise Lost.

Aw, Linda. You dumb bitch.

And with that, we'll be right back.

I'm Taissa Turner.

And as state senator,

I want to lead New Jersey out of the wilderness

and back to the economic prosperity

we all deserve.

I'm Taissa Turner, and I approve

- this message. - Shit.

Paid for by Taissa Turner for State Senator.

Just breathe.

We want natural. We want...

- Kennedys. - I'm about to drive

this boy off a bridge, so I must be doing something right.

Can we just have a minute?

Sure.

Told you I was terrible

at this.

You're doing great.

- Really. - I want to play in my room.

Um, just a little while longer, hotshot.

We're almost done.

Hey.

This is a profile in Jersey Monthly,

not Italian Vogue.

You just need to loosen up.

What can I do to help, hmm?

Want a shot of tequila?

Want a... want a quickie

in the bathroom?

That is what I'm talking about, ladies.

Perfect.

I just have to say,

you are a real inspiration.

After everything that you went through.

I mean, it gives me chills.

Not that I believe any of those nasty stories, but...

now look at you.

You're the queer Kamala.

Thank you.

But... I really just want to focus on our collective future,

not my past.

Ooh, a sound bite.

I love it.

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

It seems like you don't even care.

Are you kidding me?

You're being insensitive.

This is what we've worked for all season.

You really want to take that chance?

Yeah. 'Cause I'm not a fucking asshole.

What are you guys talking about?

Allie.

What about her?

Did you black out at states? She totally choked.

- She's a freshman, Ty. - She's a liability.

So what do you want to do about it?

She can't screw up if she doesn't get the ball.

You want to freeze her out?

At least we'd know what we're working with.

She kind of sucks, but...

I don't know.

That's because it's bullshit.

Oh, yeah?

What's your plan, then?

I don't know.

Play like a fucking team and win?

It's worked so far.

Everything works until it doesn't.

And for the record,

you smell like a wino.

Get your shit together.

You know what?

Fuck this.

Wow. Okay.

Doesn't feel right.

Jackie's not gonna like it.

Then we probably shouldn't tell her.

All right. Bring it in. Take a knee, ladies.

What's up, state champs?

Okay, so JV is gonna help us out with a little scrimmage today.

Uh, Coach Martinez had to take care of a family thing,

so, JV, you're gonna grab a pinny from Misty

and let's get started.

Uh, excuse me, Coach Scott.

Shouldn't we say a prayer first?

Uh, it's just a scrimmage, Laura Lee.

But, uh, sure.

- Yeah. Knock yourself out. - 'Kay.

Heavenly Father,

let our efforts remain fruitful,

so that we may perform in ways glorious to You.

In Your name we pray.

- Amen. - Amen!

All right. Let's go.

Nat!

Come on, Allie. That should've been yours.

I want to switch sides.

- I'll take Allie. - Okay.

All right! Let's go, Varsity!

Taissa wants to see you step it up.

And, quite frankly, that makes two of us.

Let's see some hustle!

- What... - This is the game.

Step it up.

- It's not helping, Ty. - If we can't freeze her out,

she's gonna have to learn to play under pressure.

Allie!

Finally.

Shauna!

Did you see her leg?

- Holy shit. - Oh, my God.

Damn.

Holy fuck.

Help!

Okay. Apply pressure to stop the bl...

Jesus, Misty!

Get the fuck out of the way!

We need an ambulance! There's a phone in Bill's office!

You mean Coach Martinez?

Christ! Yes! Go! Now!

Okay, keep her calm. Don't move her.

Stop moving, okay?

You're okay. Look at me. Just breathe, okay?

Hand? Here, squeeze my hand.

You're fine, you're fine.

I know we're all really worried about Allie.

But...

it might not be as bad as it looks.

You could see her fucking bones, Jackie.

I'm pretty sure it's exactly as bad as it looks.

Oh, God. I'm gonna throw up.

Okay, but, I mean...

we're still a team.

And we still have each other.

And the Lord works in mysterious ways.

Nice work, Taissa.

Callie, is that you?

No. It's a marauding pack of thieves.

We've come to burgle your 12-year-old desktop

and all your ceramic bunnies.

How was school?

- Fine. - "Fine."

Is Mrs. Mendez gonna let you retake the trig test?

Yeah.

Probably.

Is there any way

you could put the phone down for,

I don't know, 90 seconds and try

to have something resembling a meaningful conversation?

Thank you.

So, I'm making meatloaf.

This already does not seem like a meaningful conversation.

I just figured we've been on such a chicken kick lately

and why not mix it up?

Okay, seriously, if this feels meaningful to you,

I really think you need to take a good, hard look at your life.

I can't stay for dinner anyway. We're going out.

Oh, really?

Well, I thought that you and I could hang out tonight.

Like, watch a movie...

Mom,

it's Friday night.

Right.

Is Dad working late again?

Um, yeah. He's, you know, having problems

with the inventory database, so...

I'm sorry.

Yo. You ready to go?

- What's up, Mrs. S? - Hi, Kyle.

Oh, we're doing this. O-Okay.

You're looking fine tonight.

Thanks. Um... Okay.

So, home by 11:00, please.

That's bullshit.

Fine.

Midnight.

Love you!

Love you.

It's just a party.

I don't know. It...

feels weird to just go like nothing happened.

It's not like skipping the party's

gonna un-fuck Allie's leg.

Plus, it's tradition.

Oh, my God.

You remember when you tried to become Catholic?

I liked the saints.

- They were all so tragic. - Hmm.

Mm-mm.

You know,

Randy's gonna be at the party tonight.

Um...

Okay.

Definitely not.

He asked Jeff to ask me if you were gonna be there.

Randy?

- Really? - What?

I just thought you'd want to know somebody asked about you.

Started the song, yeah

Now, wouldn't that be something?

Shauna,

just wear the red dress I gave you. The boob dress.

Maybe I don't want to wear the red dress.

And I sure as hell don't want to hook up

with Randy fucking Walsh.

Jesus, what crawled up your ass?

Wear whatever you want.

Thanks.

I will.

You're probably right about Randy anyway.

I once saw him get outsmarted by an escalator.

Mm.

I once heard him ask who invented the Pope.

That was hilarious.

It was so good.

You remember that, Shauna?

Do you?

Oh. Give me some.

Hey.

Mm-hmm. Uh-huh.

- No. Jackie. - Mm-hmm.

What am I doing here again?

You guys, my cousin hooked us up.

You got it?

Got six words for you, my friend.

Lucy... in the Sky...

with Diamonds.

That is, like, the least efficient way to say that.

Dude, don't you go to the Olympics or whatever tomorrow?

Yeah.

I do.

Where to?

You pick up a lot of people here?

A few, sure.

How many go straight to a bar?

You want to go to a bar?

LAX.

I'm catching a red-eye.

Randy! Randy! Randy!

Randy! Randy!

I dedicate that to you, sexy lady.

Oh, God.

I admire your resilience, Ty.

I've made my bed...

Can't be easy,

knowing you fucking crippled someone today.

Cool. Good talk.

Just admit you did it on purpose.

- Excuse me? - You heard me.

You're wasted.

- And you're a fucking sociopath. - Whoa!

- Calm down. - No! Listen, you guys,

we don't have to worry about the Allie problem anymore

- because Taissa fixed it for us. - What?

What's she talking about?

She's talking about Taissa's little plan.

Oh, please. Since when do you give a shit anyway?

Don't you have a bong to hit or a dick

- to suck? - Don't talk to her that way.

Oh, fuck off, Shauna.

I don't need you to defend me.

Last time I checked, you were fine with the whole

- "freeze her out" strategy. - Okay, seriously,

- what are you talking about? - Shut the fuck up,

- Laura Lee! - No, no, no, stop it.

Somebody needs to take

her wasted ass home.

Say that again, bitch. Say that again.

I-I will say it again!

Cat fight!

Cat fight!

That's it!

Enough!

My bed, I'll die in it

I've made my bed, I'll lie...

Yellowjackets,

with me!

Now!

I don't know what the fuck that was,

but I do know that it's over.

We're about to go to nationals.

And based on what I'm looking at right now,

we might as well not even bother getting on that plane.

All right.

Everybody line up.

No, I'm fucking serious. Line up!

Come on!

Here's what we're gonna do.

I want each of you to go down this line

and say one nice, true thing

about every other girl on this team.

What is this, fucking Girl Scout camp?

Who wants to go first?

I'll go, Jackie.

Taissa,

you are beautiful in the eyes of our Lord.

Mm.

Van,

- you are beautiful... - Oh, my God!

Okay, Laura Lee,

fall back.

Fuck.

Okay.

I'll go first.

Taissa Turner,

you have more fight in you than anyone I've ever known.

I'm inspired by your determination.

Vanessa Palmer.

Your smile

makes me feel happy every time I see it.

Laura Lee,

I truly admire your faith.

Nat,

I love that you don't care what anybody thinks.

And you're so completely yourself.

She's also deadly at beer pong.

So, go on. Tell her.

Come on, guys.

Laura Lee,

you have very shiny hair.

Thank you, Van.

Lottie,

you never talk shit unless someone really deserves it.

Also,

I like your Pilgrim hat.

I'm sorry,

for what I said before,

about you...

I didn't, you know, mean to hurt her.

Okay.

Hi.

Hi.

Are-are we cool?

I don't know.

You haven't said anything nice about me yet.

Okay.

Shauna Shipman.

You are...

a terrible dancer

and you have seriously questionable taste in music...

and you can't hold your liquor

for shit.

But you're the only one who's always been there for me.

You're the best friend I've ever had.

You know that, right?

Yeah.

- I know. - Okay.

Let's get you home.

Misty?

Turn on Port Monmouth.

It's faster.

Shauna's house is on the way.

Come on. I'm past curfew.

I have a curfew, too, you know.

Yeah, but...

you know what my parents are like.

Love you.

Jeff, pull over.

Are you gonna puke?

Pl... Don't puke in my car, Shauna.

Just pull over.

Whoa, hey.

Hey, I-I thought we weren't doing this again.

We're not.

Again.

If you come inside me,

I will raise the baby out of spite

and train it to become a killing machine

that eventually hunts you down.

Got it?

Uh-huh.

Okay.

Tell me you love me.

I won't hold you to it, okay?

Just say it.

I love you, Shauna.

Say it again.

I love you, Shauna.

We need to talk.

Mom.

Mom.

Mom!

Come on.

Just let me find my keys.

I already got a ride.

Love you.

Remember, the most important thing is to have fun.

Love you.

Here, I'll give you guys a hand.

Wicked.

I can't believe your dad paid for a private plane.

It's pretty much his only form of parenting.

I guess I'll take it.

Well, thank you,

- Mr. Matthews! - Mr. Matthews!

Whoa, whoa, hey, JV.

Didn't they tell you? New blood's got to earn a seat.

- Oh, I-I thought that I could... - No,

I'm 100% messing with you.

You want

some Fruit by the Foot? I've got, like,

a mile of it.

Hey, hey, hey. Not so fast, girls.

- Javi. - Yeah.

For your ears.

Nuh-uh, buttmunch. Get out of here.

All right, hustle up.

It's gonna be a long flight.

This is your captain.

Our flight plan to Seattle has us going

- a little bit farther north... - Hey.

- Than expected. - You okay?

- Yeah. - We're gonna try to avoid

a storm system that's coming in.

Should get some great views...

of the Canadian Rockies.

Remember when you came to Hilton Head with us

in second grade

and you cried the whole flight?

Sit back, enjoy the flight.

Here.

Swiped these from my mom's medicine cabinet.

Valium.

She's got, like, a never-ending supply,

so I doubt she'll even notice.

I know.

I'm basically the best.

And here.

It's a good luck charm.

Now nothing can touch you.

Sorry I'm late.

A reporter approached me today.

She said she was with the local paper,

but I googled her

and she wasn't credited in any bylines anywhere.

These people come out of the woodwork every few years,

on some anniversary or another.

You know that.

There's no reason to think this is any different.

I can think of a few.

We agreed.

Say no more than we have to,

stay out of the public eye.

Shauna.

I saw you on fucking television, Ty.

If someone's digging,

we are all fucked.

Take care of it.

Thank you.

Have you talked to Nat?

She's in rehab.

Again.

And there's still...

- no sign of the others? - No.

Not for months.

Okay.

Then we're fine.

So long as nobody does anything crazy...

we have nothing to worry about.

Nice ride.

I'm Dave.

The manager.

Hi, Dave.

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

Haven't seen anyone around this unit since I've been here.

Vultures have been circling it for years,

but I keep telling 'em,

"Long as the bill's paid."

You local?

Was.

Been a while since I've been...

home.

Then welcome back.

Thanks.

I wasn't sure how I'd feel, but...

I think it'll be good to...

reconnect with some old friends.

Happy Friday, Mrs. DeGenaro.

Time for your meds.

We been a good girl today?

Mm.

Still on a hunger strike, I see.

You know, you're never gonna get your strength back up

if you don't eat.

Gloria.

Did we have another accident?

I have told you, you just have to press the button

and someone will come.

I just changed those sheets.

You know,

I think the morphine might be upsetting your tummy.

Let's skip this dose.

Mm-mm.

Don't fuck with me.

Happy Friday, ladies!

Hey, Misty.

The Lord is my shepherd.

And even though

I walk through the valley...