Previously on Y: The Last Man...
We've got eyes on Agent Burgin. Holed up in a church.
‐Nowhere, Pennsylvania. ‐I have a visual.
Permission to engage?
KIMBERLY: Can you believe Jennifer Brown is president?
REGINA: She's invincible.
What if she's not?
You know, right? That you sleepwalk.
You were up in the loft last night.
You could have broken your neck.
They're after her. Not us.
I just betrayed her because you convinced me.
No, "convinced" is strong.
(grunting)
‐Did she see you? ‐No. No.
No, she didn't see me.
I'm not gonna tell you how to run your fucking lab.
Until we get to San Francisco, this is my show.
(birds chirping)
(gas cap unscrewing)
(soft clattering)
(spitting)
‐(Ampersand chitters) ‐What?
Ah... You think we should‐‐
I don't know‐‐ make some sort of gesture,
like an olive branch?
Like what? Flowers?
Just say we're sorry, maybe?
I'm not sorry.
‐Yeah, of course you're not. ‐(Ampersand chitters)
Hey, buddy.
She lied to us, almost got us killed.
(shushes, clears throat)
‐Got some extra fuel. ‐Yeah, I saw that.
That's, um, that was smart.
Good thinking.
Empty the camper. You two can ride in back.
Yup. I think that did it.
I don't think she's angry anymore.
(birds chirping)
Yeah, they know it's a performance,
so even if it's real, they can't buy in though
‐unless the stakes are relatable. ‐Like what?
‐Like buried alive? ‐Uh‐huh?
Only really works if there's something else in the box.
‐Yeah, like what? ‐Like, uh, I don't know,
a scorpion. Or, like, a big‐ass spider.
Life and death, it's too theoretical, and besides,
people don't think you're gonna risk death for a magic show.
(sighs) They don't know what an idiot you are.
But if the trick goes wrong‐‐ hey.
But if the trick goes wrong
and all my fingernails are ripped out...
‐Jesus. ‐Exactly.
That is something that a regular person can imagine.
Okay.
Have you ever tied a knot before?
You will not be able to get out of this.
It's important that you believe that.
‐Hey, buddy. Yeah. ‐(Ampersand chitters)
(jazz music playing faintly)
(jazz music continues)
‐(tires screeching) ‐YORICK: Shit!
(steam hissing)
♪ ♪
(groans softly)
(winces, exhales)
‐Yorick? ‐(Ampersand chitters)
‐Hey. Yorick. ‐(Ampersand screeching)
Shh. It's okay, it's okay, Amp.
He's alive.
(panting): You're okay.
355?
(panting)
(grunts)
Okay.
(breathing heavily)
(vehicles approaching)
355?
Help! Help!
(Ampersand screeching)
Shit.
Come on, Yorick.
Come on. Come on. Come on.
Come on. (grunting)
(shotgun clacks)
(guns clacking)
CIA, maybe; could be foreign‐made;
certainly not military‐issue.
How long were you unconscious?
Couple of hours.
Woke up, and our boots were gone.
VILSON: We tracked her from Boston. The soldiers at Harvard
said that she was looking for a scientist.
Dr. Allison Mann.
Some kind of geneticist.
‐You get a visual on Dr. Mann? ‐No.
Uh, but...
What?
I didn't see the doctor,
but the third person in the church,
it was a man. I saw him.
‐A man? ‐Burgin was protecting him.
‐How close were you? ‐Close enough.
‐Ten feet, maybe less? ‐Well, let's
all acknowledge there are men out there.
‐I don't think he was transgender, ma'am. ‐You're telling me you can
verify someone's chromosomes from ten feet?
No, but why else
would Agent Burgin be looking for a geneticist?
If she's protecting an asset...
‐A survivor. ‐Oh, here we go.
Well, it would explain a few things, wouldn't it?
Did you see him? This survivor?
I'm asking them.
‐No, ma'am. ‐No.
With all due respect, Captain, you were tranquilized.
Your memory isn't exactly reliable.
I know what I saw.
Did you notice the crowds outside?
‐Yes, ma'am. ‐The White House is gone.
Those people doused one of our guards with gasoline,
tried to light her on fire.
They will jump at anything that has a whiff of conspiracy.
So you'd better be sure.
I'm sure as I can be.
Caucasian, brown hair, about six feet tall.
Tell them the rest.
"The rest"?
There was an animal with him, on his shoulder.
‐Oh. ‐I know how it sounds.
I think we're done here, Peggy.
‐What kind of animal? ‐(scoffs) It matters?
A monkey, ma'am.
Thank you, Captain.
(quietly): Fuck.
Get them reassigned.
I don't want them spreading that story in this building.
‐Yes, ma'am. ‐Make it happen today.
We're ready for you now, Madam President.
Thank you, Abby, lead the way.
(clears throat)
(crowd shouting, clamoring)
Do I look okay? I mean, not okay,
‐just not too polished. ‐You've threaded the needle perfectly.
All right. Let's do this.
‐(clamoring continues) ‐WOMAN (over P. A.): Testing.
Testing, one, two, three.
Testing. Testing, one, two, three.
KIMBERLY: They're gonna throw her
on a‐‐ on a Humvee like she's Abraham fricking Lincoln
on a whistle‐stop tour?
(laughs, scoffs) Moths.
HAWKEYE (on TV): No, I'd rather be a live chicken.
In the Pentagon.
This is my favorite sweater.
Leave Jennifer Brown alone, okay?
‐(sighs) ‐She's a decent human being.
She called Daddy a sexist to score
‐some cheap political points. ‐(TV volume increases)
And now she's sitting in his chair...
HAWKEYE (on TV): I was hoping I'd make it to Thursday.
...while you sit here watching your 47th episode
‐of MASH. ‐(TV turns off)
Well, I'm not the queen of England, Kimberly.
No one cares what I have to say.
That's because you haven't said anything. I mean,
‐at least Regina is out there... ‐(Marla scoffs)
Regina's a nutjob.
And your father would be the first to say so.
Daddy chose her.
She was loyal to him, which means she's loyal to us.
‐(crunching) ‐These are all ruined.
A‐Are you gonna use all those pillows?
You're not giving that girl my pillows.
Her name is Christine and she's pregnant.
She needs friends.
‐(TV turns on) ‐Oh...
‐Your dad loved this one. ‐You've got a good sense of humor,
‐but a lousy sense of timing. ‐Come here.
Fire that weapon.
‐(sighs) ‐Fire it?
I don't even like looking at it.
Okay, you know what? That's it. Get up.
Get up! We're all suffering.
Suffering? Really?
Well, if you shed even half a tear,
your boys would have to split it.
POTTER (on TV): Fire the gun, Hawkeye.
HAWKEYE: Look, Colonel...
I'm gonna see them again.
(scoffs) Yeah. When you're dead.
HAWKEYE: But I will not inflict their wounds.
POTTER: You can't just sit there.
(inhales sharply)
(birds chirping)
(whispers): Amp?
(Ampersand chittering)
(chittering loudly)
♪ ♪
(Ampersand screeches)
JANIS: Oh, God, don't touch it.
APRIL: She's bleeding. Look at her little paw.
JANIS: Yeah, did you hear about the woman
who got her face ripped off by a monkey in Connecticut?
JR: What the hell was a monkey doing in Connecticut, huh?
(Ampersand screeching)
You're awake.
Uh...
JANIS: Start with why you're here.
Well, I don't know where "here" is.
Um, the people I was in the truck with...
You don't have to worry about them.
Okay. Um, listen, can I, can I take him out of there?
‐He's scared. ‐He?
Uh, yeah.
Yes. He's a... (exhales)
Yeah, I don't know how. Um... Hey, hey.
Hey, it's okay, buddy.
‐So, where are my friends? ‐Friends?
‐W‐What friends? ‐So you've got a Y chromosome?
‐How did you survive? ‐(chuckles)
I, uh...
I have no idea. I don't‐‐ uh, maybe I'm cursed.
I'm not cursed with a Y chromosome,
but I'm cursed in plenty of other ways.
YORICK: Thank you. Holy shit.
Toast. (laughs softly)
This...
Um...
You guys have electricity.
‐How? ‐Teamwork.
‐Come on, buddy. ‐I imagine that you
attract quite a bit of attention.
You know, more than before, that's for sure.
Oh, God.
Mmm.
Are there other survivors?
Well, God, I hope so.
Um...
So, uh, yeah, my friends? The other people in the truck?
Thought you said his hands were tied.
They were.
‐Your friends tied you up? ‐Oh, no. No, no.
I was, um... (chuckles) I was doing a trick.
‐A trick? ‐Yeah, I'm an escape artist.
‐Is that a joke? ‐Jokes are funny.
We thought you were being held captive.
Uh, no.
No.
W‐Where are they? Are they okay?
(groaning softly)
(grunts)
(groaning continues)
Ah...
(groans)
♪ ♪
(turn signal clicking)
♪ ♪
(distorted pounding)
(pounding continues)
ALLISON: We need help in here!
(pounding continues)
Hello?
(pounding continues)
‐Hey! ‐Shit.
We need help in here!
Anybody! Come on!
(muffled pounding)
(muffled): Hey!
We need help in here!
(pounding continues)
Hello?! Come on!
AGENT 355: Where are we?
‐What happened? ‐You crashed the truck.
People came out of the woods, brought us here.
Where's Yorick?
They took him off somewhere.
He was unconscious.
(groans)
Shit.
‐Hey, hey, hey, hey. Sit. ‐No.
Sit. Sit down.
Tell me everything you can remember.
How many were there?
How'd they get in here?
Four, I think.
Or five.
Two of them took Yorick, the others brought us here.
Were they armed?
Yeah.
Shotguns? Pistols? Semiautos, what?
I don't know. Little guns. Big guns.
They all had guns.
‐Did you catch any names? ‐(sighs): Uh...
‐How'd they communicate? ‐It happened pretty fast.
What are you doing?
‐What's the plan? ‐I don't know,
last time I told you the plan,
you fucked off in the middle of the night
with humanity's last hope.
You know, I'm a little bit smart.
‐I might be able to contribute. ‐No, no.
I'll get us out of here, we'll go find Yorick. Just‐‐
shit‐‐ stop talking.
No, no, you're right. You got this.
Long as there aren't any trees between here and California,
we should be good.
The buses are available now
to take you to the Safe Settlement Zone
just outside the city.
There's hot food, showers, medical attention.
Of course, you have every right to stay,
protest, peaceably assemble.
But we want you to be safe.
Take advantage of access to proper shelter and care.
Though we do not yet know what caused this...
Sorry.
...this terrible event,
we are making enormous strides every day...
‐Ma'am? ‐Where are you going? ‐Ma'am?
‐It's okay. ‐Please. ‐Madam President.
‐There's somebody out there. ‐Ma'am, it's not safe.
(crowd clamoring)
It's okay. It's okay.
Let her through! Let her through!
It's okay.
Beth.
Thank you.
(sighs) You are a sight for sore eyes.
Where's Hero?
Well, we couldn't find her.
‐Oh, I'm sorry. ‐Come. Sit.
What about you? Your family? Your mom?
Oh...
Yeah. A few weeks after.
The doctors didn't have time for her.
Well, did you make it? Were you with her?
No. Uh, the roads were... I didn't make it.
Oh.
I'm so sorry. If I...
if I could have helped, I‐I...
I could have made a call, or...
I know. Thank you.
Wow. Where were you when...
(scoffs) I was on my bike.
Um, I woke up in triage.
They told me what happened.
‐Yeah. ‐It didn't feel real.
But I could walk so...
I made it back to our street, but I couldn't go in.
I couldn't see him like that.
You must be very hungry.
I'll have Christine bring up some food, okay?
I can't believe you're the president.
(laughs) Yeah. Yeah, don't get me started.
REGINA: It's a dead end.
There's no proof that Burgin killed the pilots,
much less that it was ordered by the president.
That doesn't mean it didn't happen.
‐Kimber, refill? ‐What did the soldiers say?
‐Was there anyone with her? ‐Two others.
‐MARLA: Kimberly. ‐Hero?
They were hit with tranquilizers.
Their stories were all over the place.
But no, I mean, it didn't sound like it.
Hero is, um, kind of short,
doesn't really brush her hair. She looks like a drug addict.
‐That's not the description they gave. ‐What was the description?
‐Give it a rest, Kimber. ‐REGINA: I'm telling you, it's a dead end.
‐KIMBERLY: Can you just tell me? ‐REGINA (sighs): Okay.
Uh, six feet tall with a monkey on his shoulder. You happy?
JANIS: Truck was hauling ass when you crashed.
‐Was somebody chasing you? ‐No.
No, we just, uh, you know, we just want to cover
as much ground as possible. Can I...
(dog barks)
Look, I'd really like to see my friends now.
‐They're being looked after. ‐Are you in charge?
‐No. ‐No one's in charge.
YORICK: No one's in char‐‐ Okay.
Cool, so like a utopia,
but, uh, but with hostages.
No one's keeping you a hostage.
‐So I can go? ‐JANIS: No.
Well, that sort of feels like a hostage.
We make decisions as a group.
And we have not decided what we are going to do with you yet.
Okay, look, I'm not valuable. Okay? I promise.
So if you think you can‐‐ no, if you think you can sell me
‐or, like, trade me... ‐You hear this motherfucker? ‐Yeah.
‐He thinks he's valuable. ‐JR: "I am not valuable."
That's pretty sad, man. You got to, like,
work on that self‐esteem, you know?
We've got men here. We're not impressed.
Are you guys cops?
‐No. ‐(others laughing)
Who's Beth?
You said her name in your sleep.
Why did I wake up naked?
‐Jesus, Sonia. What the fuck? ‐(whistles)
H‐His clothes were filthy, they were covered in blood.
‐We had to strip them off. ‐YORICK: Uh, "we"?
This, uh‐‐ was this a group activity?
Hey, don't get all worked up. It was just me.
And it wasn't any great honor, okay?
JANIS: Okay, this Beth,
was she the driver or the other one?
Uh, she's my girlfriend, and I don't know where she is.
JANIS: Oh.
There was a small arsenal in the back of that truck.
Yeah, I don't know if you all have done
much traveling recently, but things are, uh,
getting a little weird out there.
Military gear.
You want it? It's yours.
(chatter in distance)
‐Who is that? ‐The welcoming committee.
(dog barks)
(Janis clicks tongue)
You want me to...?
(Ampersand chittering)
Listen, I can't leave him.
♪ ♪
You gonna hang yourself?
I need a weapon.
That's a shoelace.
You know what a building smells like
when hundreds of people die inside it?
Unfortunately.
‐Take a deep breath. ‐(scoffs)
‐(inhales deeply) ‐Anything?
This is a women's prison.
Nail marks. Blood on the wall.
‐You think? ‐Someone did everything they could to get out of here.
And they didn't die in here.
And if she found a way out, my guess is
she'll do whatever it takes to stay out.
So, you're saying that if we get out,
there might be hundreds of convicts waiting for us?
I would be worried, but now you've got that shoelace.
You know, back at the Pentagon, we put together a list of about
30 research scientists who might be able to help out.
Brilliant. Geniuses, all of them.
Well, I don't know how you quantify genius, but...
You weren't on that list.
‐What? ‐Disqualified.
‐Disqualified? ‐Yeah.
Something about being a traitor to your country.
This is about the Saudis?
See, this is why I don't trust the government.
Do you have any idea how difficult it is to get funding?
The point is, stop being a pain in my ass.
There are plenty of other scientists who can help.
Oh, well, they aren't me.
I may not be able to quantify genius,
but I can quantify being a pussy, and...
Look, just stay away from Yorick, okay?
Stop putting those dumbass ideas in his head.
Oh, please. He has dumbass ideas all by himself.
(sighs)
Are you okay?
(groaning)
I'm fine.
Course you are.
I said I'm fine.
Shut up.
Ouch.
(groans softly)
You need a doctor.
I'm not that kind of doctor.
(winces) Ah...
Get off of me.
I'll do it.
What's your deal? Back home.
You got someone who knows your real name?
Husband? Wife?
(chuckles) Mm.
‐Family? ‐Dead.
Sorry.
Mm.
It was a long time ago. I was 12.
It was a car accident.
‐(footsteps approaching) ‐(keys jingling)
Let me do the talking.
(latch clunks)
(panting) Uh...
Hi.
(keys jingling)
YORICK (muffled): They have a well, they have fucking electricity.
They asked if we were followed. They wanted to know
who you guys were. They wanted to know about Amp.
They gave me toast.
‐AGENT 355: How many are there? ‐A lot.
Dozens. I don't know.
‐50, maybe more. ‐ALLISON: Why'd they bring you here?
Uh, they were having a meeting, I think.
Like, a "what do we do about them" meeting.
AGENT 355: Some of them were serving life sentences.
So if they think we're a threat...
What? You trailed off.
They're gonna kill us. That's what she's saying.
‐They are going to kill us. ‐No, I, uh...
I don't know, I don't think so. No.
Well, at least one of us will die ignorant.
‐He was here. In this building? ‐All due respect,
"my mother saw a monkey" isn't gonna cut it.
She's barely left this room.
I mean, she told me about him, and I didn't believe her.
No one else out there is going to.
Okay, then we confront Jennifer alone.
No, no, no. She's not gonna blink.
This building is packed with a bunch of atheist,
Ivy League ass kissers.
‐They could be in on it. ‐But the killing of two American pilots?
‐I mean, did she know some... ‐We need proof.
What more do you want?
I wish I still had my show.
Well, you don't. We need real allies,
not tinfoil hats.
We‐we need members of her own party, the‐the military.
Oh, well, that shouldn't be hard.
Jennifer's son is alive, and everybody else watched
their kids choke to death on their own insides.
Kim, there's an angry mob out there looking
for someone to blame.
We don't just want the presidency.
We want him.
Yorick Brown.
He is the key to putting the world back together again.
He is the only thing that matters now.
But you said he was a beta boy who did magic tricks.
God chose him!
It is not up to us to question that.
We have to bring him here.
And then we have to use him to bring back men!
REGINA: Right. What good is an Alaskan wilderness
full of oil if you don't sink a couple of wells?
KIMBERLY: We're gonna get proof.
And then we're gonna back her up against a wall.
And she's gonna be forced to resign,
and then she's gonna lead us to him.
That's the only way. And then all this pain
and suffering will finally be over.
And we'll be a nation of mothers again.
♪ ♪
Mmm.
‐How'd you get out of New York? ‐I walked.
It's hard to remember, honestly.
You were in shock.
People treat it like it's a hurricane,
a tsunami or something, but...
I don't know, to me it feels like a person.
Nature's indiscriminate. This had intent.
Do you know anything?
Is there anything to know?
God, I would love someone to blame.
He asked me to marry him.
He told me he was going to.
‐I was so happy he... ‐I said no.
‐Oh. ‐I love him,
it just... (exhales)
it felt crazy to me.
We're so young and I was leaving town,
and I didn't think...
We had a fight and I left.
And he was alone that morning.
I should have said yes. If I had known that...
Hey. No, no, no.
Don't do that.
He shouldn't have been alone.
Did you ever find him?
Our apartment. Did anyone...
License. Like everyone else.
Right.
(knocking)
‐Yeah? ‐Madam President,
they're asking for you in the War Room.
Can it wait?
Can I come with you? I'll stay out of the way.
(indistinct chatter)
AIDE: She's here.
CDC got word from a Greek scientist.
They're seeing a new strain of influenza B.
Okay. Where's Andrea?
Let's find out how many vaccines we have left in storage.
‐Yes, ma'am. ‐The flu?
Yeah, well, nobody's flying;
we probably won't get hit with it.
I'll just be a minute, yeah?
Stay with her. She doesn't know.
Hey.
Do all these people live here?
Yeah. We turned some of the bullpens into dorms.
How does everybody stay so calm?
Doesn't it get to you?
It does, but there's not a lot of downtime.
Always a problem to solve.
All those people at the gate, it must be scary.
I try not to think about it.
Secret Service is at a quarter capacity.
Some of these women are brand‐new.
We had to barricade the subway entrance...
Could somebody get in?
No, of course not. It's the Pentagon.
It's better not to think about it.
Is that...?
You made me think I was crazy.
Stay here.
Let's take this someplace a little more private.
Why you?
You weren't even a good mother.
It should have been Ted.
Or my son, or my grandbabies!
Don't touch me!
Come on, ma'am, let's get you back.
Marla...
Yeah, yeah.
I'm leaving.
(Jennifer sighs)
Let's be respectful. Let's get back to it.
YORICK: Can you even fight?
Look, whatever you're planning, just don't be an idiot.
Look, even if it works, we won't get far.
You're fucked‐up, you got a cracked skull...
‐I'm fine. ‐You're not fine.
If I hadn't saved your ass, you would have
starved to death in New York, writing fucking love letters
‐to your girlfriend. ‐Hey, you know what?
AGENT 355: You can sit there and wait till they kill us,
but I'm gonna do something.
Okay.
(grunts): Okay.
Come on.
Get up.
‐Ignore him. ‐If you're fine, yeah, prove it.
Right?
No, yeah, you start a fight you can't win,
you're gonna make things a hell of a lot worse for us. Okay?
You're about to get your ass beat with a fucking shoelace.
‐Give me this thing‐‐ Ow. ‐(slaps hand)
ALLISON: Hey, stop this shit.
(Yorick panting)
(chuckles): Okay.
Okay. Yeah.
Okay, just watch yourself. (grunting)
Hey, hey, no!
‐Stop, stop, stop. ‐Hey, stop it!
‐You win. ‐Fuck you!
Fuck. (groans)
(coughs) Fuck, dude!
(panting)
‐(groans) ‐Hey. Hey. Hey, hey.
Are you okay?
Oh, shit. Uh, uh, just...
‐(retching) ‐Shit, I'm sorry.
Oh...
‐I didn't... ‐(coughs)
‐S‐Sorry... ‐Don't touch me.
‐Fuck. I don't...
‐(keys jingling) ‐Oh, shit. Uh...
‐Give her, give her the shoelace. ‐Take it, take it.
T‐Take it, take it, take it, take it.
‐(latch clunking) ‐Put it away.
Who puked?
She's sick.
‐Concussion maybe. ‐We talked it out.
You can stay till she recovers. In town.
‐And if we'd rather go? ‐I'll drive you out of town.
You can walk from there. It's a hike, but it's your call.
There's a doctor here.
No, we'll stay.
Of course we'll stay. Thank you.
AGENT 355: Why help us?
‐What's in it for you? ‐I don't know,
maybe hell isn't other people.
The doc will check on you in the morning.
Can you walk?
(grunts)
Oh, oh, hey, hey, hey, hey.
‐Don't touch me. ‐Fine, fine.
(muffled): Out of nowhere, you just,
just go and run out into the War Room?
I mean, do you know what people are saying about you?
I have to get out of here.
(Kimberly scoffs)
You have to control yourself.
You think you're the only one?
I want to scream every time I see her.
Kimmy.
Kimmy, let's go home.
We'll pick the apples off Daddy's trees.
We'll live off the land.
We'll be pioneer women.
No, Mama, Lynchburg?
No, it's gone.
The house, Daddy's trees‐‐ all of it, it's gone.
The‐the dam burst.
No one was there to fix it.
The whole town is under debris and mud.
I thought someone told you.
Who would tell me?
(Kimberly stammers)
I'm sorry, I thought you knew.
Listen. Listen to me, okay?
We have work to do. There's hope now.
Yorick Brown.
God has a plan for him, for all of us.
There is no God, Kimmy.
‐What more proof do you need? ‐You're wrong.
I‐I promise you're wrong.
I just want to go home.
Hey.
You are home.
(whimpers)
(sniffles)
Pray with me. Pray with me, okay?
Pray with me.
Jesus Christ, please send us strength.
Help us understand why you have brought us here in your name.
Keep your son Yorick safe.
May he walk the earth in steps of purpose and grace.
Amen.
(water running, stops)
Was I in there for too long?
I haven't had a real shower in...
Of course not. I'll have Christine
bring up some clean clothes.
The first lady...
Yeah?
She's been through an awful lot.
Kimberly's three boys were with her that morning and...
they were all in bed together watching a movie, so...
I thought I'd sleep out here.
‐Give you the bed. ‐Oh.
No. I can't stay.
Oh, I thought...
I just wanted to see you,
and talk to somebody else who loved him.
Well, if you don't want to sleep here, there's a dorm...
No, you had to make rules.
You can't let everybody in.
And I'm not actually your...
Well, you may as well be.
I just wanted you to know that I loved him.
‐Where will you go? ‐Oh, um,
I'm staying with friends.
Sydney. You remember her?
I don't know actually if you ever met her,
but her mom has a house on Lake Anna,
and they've got well water, so...
it's pretty nice, all things considered.
(sighs)
You know, your jacket lining is thinning.
I thought you might like this one.
It's much warmer.
‐Oh, no, I can't take that. ‐I hardly wear it. It's yours.
I can't wear this out there.
Oh. Of course.
Well, if you ever need anything, you know where to find me and...
‐I'm not going anywhere. ‐Thanks.
Mm.
There you go. Nice and easy.
‐You want this up? Up a little bit? ‐Yeah.
Here. Okay, just one second.
‐You got it. ‐(Agent 355 sighs)
‐Is that okay? ‐Uh‐huh.
Okay.
Hey. Do me a favor.
Yeah. Yeah, sure.
Keep your mouth shut.
Don't trust anybody.
Okay.
Especially that girl.
‐What girl? ‐You know what girl.
Just... just rest, okay?
You won't have to do this again.
You won't have to take care of me like this again,
‐I promise. ‐Hey.
It's okay.
I know.
(crickets chirping)
(lively chatter in distance)
‐Yeah, so, I was hoping I could get some more of that stuff. ‐APRIL: Yeah, yeah, cool.
You coming?
Oh, my God, she's gotten so good at that.
‐Right? I know. ‐Yeah, she's been practicing forever.
(chuckles) Although, you know what,
I think, I think I'm gonna join her...
APRIL: Oh, no! Oh, my God...
(upbeat music playing in distance)
(lively chatter, laughter)
(upbeat music continues)
(lively chatter)
(sizzling)
‐Hey. ‐Hi.
Grab some grub.
‐Uh, just here? ‐Mm‐hmm.
(playing upbeat music)
‐Thank you. Mm‐hmm. ‐Hey.
‐Oh, hey. Hi. ‐Hey. (chuckles)
Not bad, right?
‐Yeah. I mean... ‐(laughs)
So, um, you really an escape artist?
Mm‐hmm. Yeah.
Couldn't get out of that cell.
I think with enough time, maybe, I, um...
But no, no, not really. That's a fricking prison cell.
‐(laughs) ‐Um...
‐Aw, it's okay. ‐No, it's, uh...
Yeah, it's like, um,
it's like Houdini stuff‐‐ so handcuffs and straitjackets
‐and water tanks... ‐Oh, is there money in that?
Uh, not so far.
(chuckles)
What's with the monkey?
He's my best friend.
This is ama‐‐ Who‐who made this?
Uh, Janis made it. She's a good cook.
She's good at a lot of things, actually.
YORICK: Mm.
♪ ♪
‐How did she end up, uh... ‐In prison?
She stabbed two people to death.
In 1978. She was 21, strung out.
Guys she did it with got executed in the '90s.
Holy shit.
She's harmless. She reads Angela Davis and shit.
Don't worry about Janis.
Um...
Thanks for letting us stay.
Well, we voted, so...
‐How was our margin of victory? ‐(clears throat) Not great.
Okay. Good to know.
That's, uh‐‐ we'll, um... (scoffs)
I will stay out of the way.
(upbeat music continues)
Should've let 'em bleed out on the side of the road.
JANIS: Very charitable, Dom.
You're a real fucking ray of sunshine.
Somebody's chasing them.
And if they are, they're looking for him.
Yeah? Think they might have a few questions
when they get here? "What happened to the guards?
Where are all the people that used to live here?"
We tell them the truth.
Yeah? When's the fucking truth worked out for you?
Shit, Janis, now you sound fucking stupid.
(dish clatters)
What did you say to me, little girl?
That right there?
That's gonna get us all killed. Tell her not to get attached.
What's that?
Uh, lights out at 9:00. Gotta preserve what we have.
Mm.
♪ ♪
(wings fluttering)
♪ ♪
Mama? I got peaches.
(chuckles)
I traded Elaine for them.
She's got, like, a whole supermarket down there.
It's crazy. I don't know where she gets the hookup from.
It's pretty great. Now all we need is
some butter and I think we are halfway to a cobbler.
I think we deserve something sweet, don't you?
(panting) Mama?
♪ ♪
(gasping)
Mom?
(panting)
(screams)
(in distance): No!
Mom!
(Kimberly sobbing)
(knocks on door)
MALIKA: I wasn't sure if you'd be here.
I said I would be.
So, you saw her? They let you in?
Yeah.
What's it like in there?
Warm water, food, power.
It's a time machine.
But it could all fall apart.
And it wouldn't take much.
‐Let's go! ‐(bangs on van)
Everyone's waiting.
(indistinct chatter)
Captioned by Media Access Group at WGBH