All language subtitles for Yellowjackets - 02x01 - Friends, Romans, Countrymen.EDITH.English.C.orig.Addic7ed.com

Previously on Yellowjackets...

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

We're going to motherfucking nationals!

Twenty-two out. Speed brake!

Get out!

The plane crashed, a
bunch of my friends died.

And the rest of us starved

and scavenged and prayed,

until they finally found us.

- There's a lake.
- Look.

We're out of food, so the rest
of us are relying on you two,

which means you need
to rely on each other.

After they rescued us,

I lost my purpose.

I finally know how to get it back.

- Hello, Misty.
- Hey, Nat.

Taissa Turner has defeated

incumbent Phil Bathurst...

... to become New Jersey's

first Black woman elected
to the state senate.

But whatever they say about me,

- I hope you know it isn't true.
- I know.

You're not the bad one.

Is someone else the bad one?

Someone strung him up

and then tried to cover their tracks.

We think it's the same
person who's blackmailing us.

- Blackmail?
- I just have a bad feeling about this place.

- Where's Van?
- She's alive.

Van needs serious medical attention.

I am going to take the dead
guy's plane and fly south.

I was taught that visions were
God's way of communicating.

You must spill blood.

- Blood?
- We're flying.

Fuck.

Who taught you how to drive?

- I'm Adam.
- Shauna.

We could be something.

Everything is on the Internet,

except for your boyfriend.

What if he's conning you, Mom?

- I know about the blackmail.
- The blackmail?

Oh, my God, Jeff. What did you do?!

I was gonna lose the store, Shauna.

So you blackmailed us?

We can get past this. We
can forget it happened.

No, Jeff, we can't.

- Why not?
- I stabbed him.

Has someone seen the mushrooms?

Uh, yeah, they're in the stew.

I think Misty poisoned me again.

I think she poisoned all of us.

Stop!

I don't love you. I'm gay.

Shauna.

Run.

I parked your car out front.

I even filled up your gas tank

and topped off your wiper fluid.

Fucking bitch.

We won't be hungry much longer.

Shauna was fucking Jeff.

That's who's really responsible
for her little bundle of joy.

You were my best friend.

You're so obsessed with yourself,

I'm surprised you're aware
other people even exist.

So maybe you should leave.

No. No, no. Jackie.

Sheriff O'Conner says Adam Martin

was last seen Monday,

say concerned family and friends...

No! Get the fuck...

Who the fuck is Lottie Matthews?

And let the darkness set us free.

Wait.

It's not like this Wicca
bullshit's doing us any good.

Well, you keep coming
back alive, don't you?

Thanks, Lott.

The investigation into the cause
of the accident remains preliminary.

The crash site was
over 600 miles north...

Excuse me. How many made it back?

Here they come!

They're over there. Let's go.

Can you tell us anything?

Taissa, what happened?

Misty!

Misty! Misty!

Who survived?

How did you survive the cold?

How'd you survive for so long?

Tell us something... anything!

She hasn't said a word
since she's been home.

She-she barely eats, she doesn't sleep.

She wanders the house at odd hours.

We just don't know what else to do.

We're failing her.

You're frustrated, naturally,

but I've seen it before.

Cut to it, Doc. Can you fix her?

Shut up.

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

- Shut up, shut up...
- Hey.

- ... just shut up. No!
- Hey.

They can make you better.

The same way that they helped me.

The truth is,

nobody can help you.

I certainly can't.

There's only one person

who can really give you
what you're looking for.

- You.
- Mm-hmm.

Your truest,

most authentic self.

That's why you're here.

So I can introduce you.

Right now, there is a version of you

that knows exactly who you really are

and what you really want.

A primal, elemental self.

And there is nothing more
painful than hiding that self.

We want to blame the
world for our pain...

the parent who didn't support us,

the lover who didn't love us back...

but the truth is,

we are the ones making ourselves sick.

And the rest of it...

... doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter. Right?

Because it isn't real.

It isn't real.

Please state your name for the record.

Shauna. Sauna Sadecki.

Ms. Sadecki, do you
understand your rights

as I have explained them to you?

Yes. I-I do.

Why did you kill Adam Martin?

What? I-I didn't.

Didn't what?

I didn't murder Adam... whoever.

I... I didn't murder anyone.

I never said he was murdered.

But... Well, you said
someone killed him.

So, how was the sex?

Mind-blowing, or just,
like, really, really hot?

They're definitely not
going to ask me that.

Oh. So,

he couldn't get it up, huh?

Is that why you murdered him?

Okay, so, I think we're done here.

But we're just getting started.

Talking to the cops isn't as easy

as it looks on TV, clearly.

What's that supposed to mean?

Seriously?

- It means you were a disaster.
- I...

The only thing you should
ever say to the police is,

"I want my lawyer."

That's why I put it on the cookie.

Okay. Well... this has been fun,

but I-I think I'm gonna go.

No. No, you can't leave.

Uh, Taissa and Natalie
aren't even here yet.

Misty, they're an hour late,

which is actually on
time for people who,

you know, aren't coming.

But I made punch.

Well, this is just great.

You know, I try to do something nice,

try to help my friend cover
up her crime of passion,

and what do I get?

You know, I have a
lot at stake here, too.

I know, but we were careful, right?

We missed something.

I can feel it.

You got rid of all of Adam's stuff?

Um, yeah. Yes. I...

- Of course I did.
- You hesitated.

No, I didn't.

And your journals, too?

- Yes.
- Answered too fast that time.

Misty.

Okay. Fine.

But, before you go,

you should take some Hawaii 5-0 punch.

It's just regular Hawaiian punch,

but I gave it a snazzier name.

And I can give you a
Tupperware container,

and I can lend you a ladle,

and then you can have,
like, a punch kit.

Just let me know if you'd like
to take anyone to the playroom

to get better acquainted, Ms. Turner.

Or should I say Madam Senator?

Oh, uh...

That's not necessary.

I-I'll just take that one. Steve.

Is it okay if I meet you out front?

I have to make some calls.

Well, there's some
paperwork to fill out, but...

I'll take care of it.

I phone banked for you.

Thank you. Every vote counted.

Oh, no, I just...

It meant a lot to me, that's all.

After these last few
years, to be able to support

someone who's the real thing,

that's a big deal.

For a lot of us.

Look,

we ruffled a lot of
feathers with our rhetoric,

so now we have to, I don't know,

smooth them, or whatever the
fuck you do with feathers.

- Right.
- You'll have to meet

with the teacher's union
and start managing them,

considering there's no
way that we can deliver

half of what we promised.

Oh, and I'm setting up a tour
of the country club circuit.

We're gonna need a lot more cash

if we're gonna get you reelected.

Reelected? I...

I haven't even taken office yet.

Is that Biscuit?

Look, I'll-I'll call
you back later, okay?

"Reviewed Martin's last
credit card statement. Stop.

Don't ask how. Stop.

Definitely no mail fraud involved. Stop.

Wink. Stop."

Oh, my God. Enough
with the telegram bit.

"Okay, I feel like the telegram
bit has run its course."

Anyway, it's mostly predictable stuff.

Car insurance, cable,
Internet, lots of Postmates.

But then, charges for a nice restaurant,

mini-golf, La Perla lingerie.

Come on, people. We all
know where this is going.

It's always the husband.

Unless, that is, it's
the mystery lady friend.

No!

It's okay.

He's grasping at straws.

Bring it down!

- 'Sup, Mrs. S?
- Hey, Kyle.

Hello, Callie.

Oh, good, attitude voice.

Fine. Never mind.

You should probably go, too.

I have to study for my bio test.

Yeah, right.

I'm serious.

Jesus, don't be so clingy.

I'll call you later, all right?

Fine. Whatever.

Everything okay with you and Kyle?

Actually, no. I might
have to break up with him.

Unless I get lucky
and he just disappears.

Is there something you
want to ask me, Callie?

Is there something you
want to tell me, Mother?

What do you want from me?

I don't know.

You could start by not acting
like everything is normal.

It was on the fucking news, Mom.

- Please, just watch your mouth.
- You watch your mouth.

Well, that doesn't even make sense.

Dad deserves to know
what is going on, okay?

What happened between me
and Adam was a mistake,

but it's over now.

- And besides, your father already knows, so...
- Wait.

- You told him?
- Yeah.

I told him.

Oh, my God. How could
you do that to him?

- What? You just said...
- You are so fucking selfish.

All right, buckle up, Shipman.

Your future is decided.

You are going to...

live in an apartment,

in New Jersey...

- Mm-hmm.
- ... as a stay-at-home mom,

with $1 million dollars

and married to...

Jeff.

So, basically, I'm gonna be my mom.

- Great. This was fun.
- Come on.

Your mom definitely doesn't
have a million dollars.

Touché, asshole.

Well, whatever.

I don't want to talk
about the future, anyways.

I'm all about living in the moment.

Fuck.

Okay.

- Okay.
- You're getting better.

- Is that from...
- It's fine.

It's worth it.

You've been sleeping through the night

since we thought of that.

It's not worth it if it's hurting you.

I told you, you should just
lock me up there at night.

The others wouldn't have to know.

Yeah, okay, Rapunzel.

It's my decision to
be up there with you.

Not yours.

Maybe I just want you to tie me up.

- You ever think of that?
- Shut up.

Shut up. Stop.

You should add more herbs.

I am about to.

Okay, where the hell
is Shauna with the meat?

Seriously? Are we just
not gonna talk about

how she's out in the meat shed
all day with dead-ass Jackie?

Mari, leave it alone.

It's been two months.

Give her some time.

All right? She's still grieving.

Yeah, or she's gone
full-on Norman Bates.

What do you guys think
they're talking about?

Guys.

Gods of the dirt?

Their dumb jock boyfriends?

Who gives a shit?

Crystal.

Enough with the fucking singing.

- Okay? You're driving us nuts.
- I wasn't singing.

- I was humming.
- Cool.

Fucking stop.

How'd it start, anyway?

You and Jeff?

If you don't want to
talk about the future,

maybe we should dig into the past.

That's probably why I'm still here.

You're, like, holding
on to me or whatever.

That's, like, haunting 101.

Fine.

What do you want to know?

How'd it start?

Remember that party in Holmdel

when the cops came
and everybody ran away?

You know, you jumped in
Jamie Hoffman's minivan,

and the cops were rounding people up,

so we ran through the
backyard into the woods.

After that, we just...

um, started walking.

Keep going.

Well, you guys had just had
your, like, millionth fight,

and I guess you told
him you weren't sure

if you wanted to be with him anymore.

He was pretty messed-up.

That is such bullshit.

We were fighting because
he said he wasn't sure

how much longer he could be with someone

who wouldn't have sex with him.

So, yeah, I told him I wasn't sure

I wanted to be with
someone who felt that way.

Jackie, I...

I didn't know.

But you did.

So, what happened next?

Did he kiss you?

Holy shit.

You kissed him.

- Why?
- I don't know.

Yes, you do. Go on, say it.

Say it, Shauna.

- I want to hear you say it.
- Stop.

No, no, no, no, no.

What? Shit.

No, no, no, no, no, no. Shit, shit.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

No.

I had to cut back the rations again.

There's not much left.

It's the wife.

Hold on a minute.

Uh, McDonald's, chicken
nugget department.

I'm sorry, did you say
"chicken nugget department"?

I sure did.

Because I'm selling six-pieces
like it's my job, baby.

Well, it is, I mean, it is my job,

but I mean, I am doing it like a boss.

I sold three living room sets today.

I sold a sectional today.

Shauna?

- You there?
- Yeah.

Everything okay?

He had an art studio, Jeff.

Adam.

Shit.

- You know where it is?
- I think so.

I... I... I think it's
near the Jolly Hitcher.

Oh, you've been there?

No, no. Never. Never.

Okay.

What's in there, you think?

That's the problem.

I don't know.

Sammy!

Huh?

- No way! A puppy!
- That's right, bud.

Sammy, Steve. Steve, Sammy.

Sammy, no! Stop right there!

Oh. I'm sorry, Simone.

- I tried calling.
- You stay the fuck away from him.

What? Okay, what's going on?

Everything's okay, baby.

Go wait for me over there by the fence.

Look, your mom and I, we just...

we just need to talk for a minute. Okay?

Looks like we got a crossed
wire situation, Sam-wich.

Let's just do what Mommy says.
I'll call you later, okay?

I love you.

What the fuck is going on?

I found that...

that thing in the basement.

What thing?

You're not well.

And if you don't get help...
and I mean real help...

- you will never see Sammy again.
- Simone, wait.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

Well, then maybe I
should put it into terms

that you will understand.

If you don't step down from office

and seek treatment for whatever this is

that is happening to you,

I will have no choice
but to go to the press.

Do you understand that?

Jesus.

Come on, baby.

Fuck.

What is that?

Javi.

Javi. Javi.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. It's okay..

It's just a fox. It's just a fox.

Travis, come on.

Hey. Hey.

You're good.

- Come on.
- I... Sorry. Sorry.

We should probably head back soon.

It's gonna be dark.

We need to be searching out further

and getting up earlier.

Javi could've found another cabin, or...

I don't know, but...

We could probably start
another hour before sunup.

If Javi's still alive...

I-I mean, farther out, it makes sense.

We should head back, yeah. You're right.

It's not gonna help anyone

if we get lost out here in the dark.

Hang on.

I'm gonna mark it.

Okay.

Let's go.

Hi. Are you the manager?

No, I'm actually the lookout.

My partner's in the back,
working the manager over

until he gives up the
combination to the safe.

We're here to steal
the Baroness's jewels.

What happened to the woman in room 135?

Let me check my records.

You're not doing anything.

Huh.

Let me try again.

Brunette, stunning,

looks like she'd stab you?

She's my best friend, and, um,

she wouldn't have left
town without telling me,

so something must have happened to her.

Something happens to all of us.

True.

And some of those things
can be worse than others,

depending on our choices,

Larry Frankowski, 65
Union Street, apartment 2B.

Remind me, Larry,

is your social security
number 138-00-2671,

or is it...

No.

I'm pretty sure that's it.

Look, lady, I'm gonna level with you.

The water pressure here sucks.

The ambiance is a heady
mix of imminent tragedy

and broken dreams, and we
don't have cable or Wi-Fi.

The one thing we do have is discretion.

You ever stay here before?

The answer's no.

Even if you have, you haven't.

You catching my drift?

Anyone who wants to know anything

about the people in these rooms

better have a warrant.

And even then, my memory stinks

and my handwriting's worse.

Capisce?

Okay. Well, you should know

I have two days off from work,

an abnormally large bladder,

and the latest Nora
Roberts novel in my purse.

So, huh...

I'll just wait.

She took off.

Left cash for the bill and
split in the middle of the night.

Happy?

Smells like chronic in here.

Chronic?

So, is... is this it? I
mean, you sure this is his?

Oh, it's his.

Hey. How do you get an art
major off your front porch?

- What?
- Pay for the pizza.

Uh... My God.

We have to get rid of them.

Did you pose for him?

No.

Are you okay?

What are you, what are
you thinking right now?

I don't know.

The thought of you with
someone else always scared me.

But it also turned me on.

Someone else's tongue in your mouth.

Their smell on you.

I used to think that made
me some kind of pervert.

What do you think now?

That I like being the way I am.

Shauna. Dinner.

Hey.

The fuck are you doing?

Me?

Get away from that. You know the rules.

It's not like I'm gonna poison anyone.

Again.

You drew the four this morning, Misty.

You have to get the water.

But that's not fair. I...

I've been doing it every day,
and it's freezing out there.

I...

Fine.

Are you okay?

Um, yeah.

Why?

Oh, Jeff...

Shauna, just... please.

Look, we got to do
something about these,

because we can't just
take them out of here

without somebody seeing us.

Okay.

Okay.

♪ You gotta give a little ♪

♪ Take a little ♪

♪ And let your poor
heart break a little ♪

♪ That's the story of ♪

♪ That's the glory of love ♪

♪ My mama told me ♪

Oh, my God, shut the fuck up!

Jesus. Sorry.

Uh, it's stuck in my head now.

I had to go, and
sometimes singing helps,

you know, grease the skids.

I know it's annoying to people

who aren't into the theater like I am.

Every day, I wake up and I tell myself,

"Crystal, stop singing so freaking much.

It's driving everyone bananas."

But then I don't even
realize I started it again.

Uh, you should try
it sometime. It helps.

- I can't sing.
- No, everyone can sing.

You just need a good vocal coach.

I could teach you.

Oh, my God. Uh, we could harmonize.

Hey. How'd it go?

Great.

Except for the part where we failed

for the millionth day in a row.

But... at least...

... this.

Wow. These are getting pretty good.

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Okay. So...

- Here?
- Mm-hmm.

So, that's, what, like...

seven miles in each direction?

Ballpark.

Zero sign of game.

Or Javi.

You know...

at this point...

I mean...

There's just no conceivable way.

I-I know.

But, you know, Travis.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's got to be tough.

Of course she left without telling you.

Best friends. Yeah, right.

Do not cry about this, Misty.

Babies cry.

I knew it.

Let me out of here, you fucking asshole!

Fuck out of here! Get me out!

Ow!

You motherfucker!

Who the fuck are you?

Okay. Rude.

Rude?

You kidnapped me and then
strapped me to a fucking bed!

We were afraid you were
gonna hurt yourself.

Wonder where we got that idea.

Who's "we"?

I'm not supposed to talk to you.

Well, you're doing a really
good job of it so far.

That's okay. That thing around your neck

tells me all that I need to know.

Oh, please.

I can't do anything to you like this.

I'm not afraid of you.

But you've never done
this before, have you?

Look, you got to undo
me if I'm gonna eat.

I mean, at least undo one.

I am starving.

Please.

You're not a lefty, are you?

No.

Good.

I'll make a solid
kidnapper out of you yet.

Bon appétit.

♪ Cut my life into pieces ♪

♪ This is my last resort ♪

♪ Suffocation, no breathing ♪

♪ Don't give a fuck if
I cut my arm bleeding ♪

♪ This is my last resort ♪

♪ This is my last resort ♪

What are those for?

Oh, my God. Why are you so sweaty?

All right. I thought we could
do franks and beans for dinner.

You know, explain why we're
using the grill in November.

- That's smart.
- Well, I have my moments.

Okay.

All right.

Oh, I just did that. Oh.

I just want to make sure

- it really burns, you know?
- Okay.

- Oh!
- Oh! God.

- Okay.
- Oh. Shit.

- Shit.
- Oh, my God. Oh, my...

- Hang on.
- Oh, my God.

Here. Here.

Ah... Yeah.

Okay.

- I got it, I got it.
- Are you okay?

- I got it, I got it.
- Have you got it?

Ouch. Damn it.

Okay.

I got it. Yeah.

Okay.

- I think that went great.
- It went really well.

Oh, my God.

That is some sad-ass divorce
shit right there, Tai.

Oh, God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, Steve. Oh, Steve.

This was a mistake.

I'm gonna do better with you.

Hey.

What did the bun say to the hot dog?

What?

You...

Damn.

I got nothing.

Why'd you do the-the setup?

- Thought it would come to me.
- Um...

Maybe, um, something about

how the bun is tired of, um,

having its identity tied to the hot dog?

- Yeah.
- Is that a...

"Other stuff can go in me, too,

- you know?"
- Right. Right.

Hey, where you going?

Well, I'm glad you guys are
enjoying your pig anuses,

- but I'm gonna grill myself a veggie burger.
- Your loss.

No, Cal.

I'll make that. Come on.

I am the grill master, after all.

How gender normative of you.

Well, Cal, maybe old-fashioned dad shit,

it's-it's my love language.

All right?

- Fine. Whatever.
- Okay.

You can go to sleep if you want to.

I will in a minute.

Really enjoying the
Stone Age TV, right now.

I know you think that he's dead.

It's been two months...

i-in this cold.

Travis?

Travis.

Come on. You're good, you're good.

What happened?

I don't know, I think he's having

a panic attack or something.

Travis, look at me.

Breathe with me, okay?

You can do that, okay?

Breath is the only thing
in the world right now.

Breathe in.

And out.

You're doing great. One more.

Okay.

Um...

Your brother's alive.

I know he is.

You should get some rest.

Take this.

Can I talk to you?

What the fuck was that?

Javi is...

Look, giving him false hope

is just going to make things worse.

There's no such thing as false hope.

There's just hope.

Did you read that in a
fucking fortune cookie?

What do you want from me, Nat?

I just said what I felt.

I want you to say less,
Lottie, a lot fucking less.

You know, you could
just leave me like this.

I can't exactly go anywhere

with one hand strapped to a bed.

You're really gonna give
me a hard time about this?

No.

Are you deciding whether you
should call somebody for help?

No.

I think we can handle this ourselves.

Well, wait a second.

Fuck.

Hey, you're not supposed to be out here!

Hey, get back here!

Let's go!

Ah.

Good morning.

- Mm.
- Mm. Mm.

Ah, ah! What the fuck?

Oh, what... Hey, hey, what happened?

You were asleep.

- Oh, my God. Did I... ?
- No, no, no, no. It's fine.

Seriously, I'm okay.

I told you, you sleeping
up here was a bad idea.

- It's not perfect, but...
- This isn't working.

You think I can't handle this?

Come on. Come here.

Mm.

I'm not scared of you, Tai.

I'm never gonna be scared of you.

Okay, well,

maybe you should be,

because you're bleeding.

You didn't know what you were doing.

This isn't you.

It's just something
that's happening to you.

Happening to us.

Besides, you killed a wolf for me,

which is about the most
romantic thing imaginable.

You're nuts.

- What are you doing?
- Come here.

- Come here.
- Uh...

What are you doing?

This is how you're choosing to say
"I love you," for the first time?

You're kind of leaving
me hanging here, lady.

I love you, too.

What?

- Don't do that.
- No, I'm sorry,

it's just that I didn't hear you.

- Yes, you did.
- So, if you wouldn't mind...

saying it again.

Mm.

Lottie!

- Ow! Hey.
- It's okay. It's okay.

She's my friend.

Is that what we are?

Natalie.

You give me one good reason

I shouldn't cave your head
in and put it in that hole?

Because I have a message for you.

From Travis.

Weird.

Well, come on.

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