All language subtitles for The.Wilds.S01E01.720p.AMZN.WEBRip.x264-GalaxyTV_track3_[eng]

Early this morning,
we made contact
with your parents.

We'll travel them here

as quickly as possible.

And the quarantine order
will be lifted soon,

not just for you
but for all the victims,

at which point, you'll be free
to see each other.

Just to be clear,

our primary goal is to conduct
an investigation.

There's a lot of haze
surrounding your circumstances

that we just want to clarify.

And I cannot
stress this enough, but...

this is just
a conversation.

That's all.

This is my colleague,
Agent Young.

He's gonna be running point
on this.

He's the investigator
in charge.

Brass tacks guy, if you will.

But me, um...

I'm here for you, Leah,

to make sure you feel safe.

As a trauma specialist,

that is my sole
and sacred duty.

You thirsty?

Would you like...

would you like
something to drink?

Let's see.

Didn't know what you'd like,

so we got a bit
of a grab bag here.

Is anything calling your name?

I used to drink these
all the time.

Good, great.
That's great.

Don't hesitate to ask
for seconds...

or thirds or...
anything at all, really.

After all you've been through,
we want you

to feel as comfortable
as possible.

What have the others told you?

Nothing, as of yet.

You're the first one
we've brought in.

So then you don't know
what I've been through, do you?

You're just assuming trauma.

You're just assuming
it was a living hell.

Okay, Leah, no one
is assuming anything.

Sorry, look, I don't...

I don't mean to say
that what happened

wasn't traumatic.

Obviously, it was traumatic.

To end up where we did,

in the middle of nowhere,

completely cut off
from the lives we left behind.

That brings us to the real
question, doesn't it?

What was so fucking great

about the lives we left behind?

Because here's what I remember
of all that.

I remember not being enough.

I remember wanting to be more.

I remember the dark moods,

the violent moods,

moods that nobody
had any patience for.

And then there was
the brutal social scene,

which some girls
could just glide through

like they belonged everywhere.

And there you were,
just trying
to belong somewhere.

I remember
the ridiculous expectations

they had for us.

Like...

we were supposed to be
these golden gods 24-7.

Locked. Locked.

Fuck. Fuck.

I remember
the responsibilities,

heavy burdens meant for adults
forced on us before our time.

Responsibilities
that made you think...

"Yeah, this is definitely

fucking with my healthy
development right now."

And don't
get me started

on the impossible problem
of sex.

If you were
terrified of it,

which you had
every reason to be,

you'd be deemed
a frigid chastity bitch.

But if you
were somehow unafraid,

like if it was just naturally
your thing...

Then God help you.

The world is a dangerous place
for a sexually evolved girl.

And on top of all that,
there was this new feeling,

this sick, ugly feeling...

...of wanting to love
and to be loved back...

...which never ends well.

So if we're talking about
what happened out there...

...then yeah, there was trauma.

But being a teenage girl
in normal-ass America...

...that was the real
living hell.

Hello?

Anybody!

Tell us what you know

about the Dawn of Eve.

Dear, I mean,
you just would not believe...

The retreat
was my mother's idea.

She thought it would be,
like, therapeutic.

Did you have a chance to look
through the activities?

But maybe they
were just scared of me.

My dad had started looking
at me like I was radioactive.

Private plane, honey,
direct to the Big Island.

If that doesn't boost you
out of your funk,

I don't know what will.

Please don't refer
to my emotional devastation

as a "funk."

Leah, I know you're recovering
from some kind of breakup,

and I know you're not wild
about this trip,

but your father and I,

we're kind of at a loss
for how we can help.

We're really
trying here, Leah.

Hey!
Hey.

Hey.

Are you all right?

Hey.

What are you saying?

P!nk, is that your ringtone?

Hey, hey, hey, stay...
stay with me.

Jeanette.

That was her name,
I found out later,

and she was the only one
who'd come alone.

The rest of us came in pairs.

There was Toni and Martha,

best friends from Minnesota;

the Texans, Dot and Shelby;

there was Rachel
from New York

and her sister, Nora;

and Fatin, of all people,
from my school.

But like I said, none of this
sunk in until later.

Not faces, not names,

not the ridiculous
welcome video.

Right now, hundreds of girls
just like yourselves

aboard charters
just like this one

are en route to our retreat
in Kona, Hawaii,

for a long weekend
of female-centric

learning and growth.

The Dawn of Eve
literally waits for no man.

I was somewhere else,

trying to disappear
into those pages,

where it all began.

Do you know there is a vegan
drum circle on the South Lawn?

I mean, seriously?

Be a vegan, or be someone
who does drum circles,

not both.

Everyone is just too fucking
interesting around here.

I've got, like,
interesting fatigue.

Is that why you hang out
with me?

I'm so bland, it gives you
a chance to recharge?

I get it.

My hair is all one color.

I'm a virgin that still drinks
dairy milk.

Shit, I really am boring.

Actually, by being the most
normcore person here,

you've low-key
turned the tables.

You've become
the freakiest freak of all.

Well, either you or Fatin,

the true basic bitch.

Why does she
even go here?

You seriously don't know?

Fatin is a cello virtuoso.

She's, like, a shoo-in
at Juilliard.

You don't have to read
that book, you know.

Ms. Wolfe only assigned it
'cause Galanis used to go here.

It's shameless
alumni promotion.

God, have you read
chapter six yet?

A 12-page description

of the wallpaper
in a waiting room.

Yeah, but I...

I think the waiting room
was, like, a metaphor, though,

for how stuck she felt.

Tell him yourself.
He's coming next week.

Some kind of school-wide
literary event.

So in the interest
of bringing us all together,

I'd like to propose
a little icebreaker.

Ooh, like Never Have I Ever?

That game's
a little much.

I know.
So, here's how it works.

One person says something
they've never done,

and if you have done it,
you have to drink alcohol.

That game's
a little intense,

like, for people who don't
know each other real well,

so how about we just pair off,

powwow with your partner
for a sec, and then afterwards,

you can introduce her
to the rest of us?

- This white girl
said "powwow."
- So?

So it's not her word.
You should be triggered.

Okay.
I'm not, though.

Why am I always fighting
your battles for you?

I don't know.
Because you like fighting?

Okay, shh.

Guess I'll have
to play matchmaker.

You can come with me.

Right about here, okay.

And it looks like we'll need
one little group of three.

Or you can just
sit this one out.

All right.
Shelby. And you are?

- Martha.
- Martha, it's a pleasure.

Okay, so let me tell you
a bit about me.

Okay, I do real, right?

I do family. I do Jesus.
I do pageants.

And I'm doing this conference
to offset the pageants.

Some colleges might see them
as retrograde

when it comes
to female empowerment.

Has anyone ever told you
you have the most drop-dead
gorgeous eyes?

Hey, I've got a question
about your shirt.

I've got a few questions
about your cargo pants.

Yeah, well,
I'm not a lesbian.

Sorry to disappoint.
I just like storage.

But I see shirts
like yours everywhere.

Shirts that have, like,
a lot of attitude.

So what's your question, then?

I guess just,
why are they a thing?

Um, because they're super cute
and super hilarious?

I just think
it's kind of funny,

you wearing that
to a feminist retreat,

because your shirt
is literally telling women,

get out of your face.

Whatever.
I don't even get feminism.

I get called a girly girl
like it's a bad thing?

So I'm double
the amount of girl,

and somehow
that's not feminist.

It's ridiculous.

Hello.

Thank you so much.

This looks delicious.

Thanks, dude.

So you play basketball?

Yeah, I used to.

I got cut from the team
for unsportsmanlike conduct.

This bitch from another team
kept fouling me,

so I pissed in my hand
and I threw it at her.

- Were you good?
- Hell yeah.

I was a beast on the court.

People who waste their talent
get on my nerves.

If I missed even one meet
based off of some foolishness
on my part,

I'd never forgive myself.

- What are you doing?
- I have an app

that turns my phone
into a digital scale.

Also, I have two pugs,
Coco and Jax.

They're from the same litter,

but they're, like,
so different.

So what kind of music
do you listen to?

I don't really know.
Everything, I guess.

You know what's funny?

I always say I'm into rap
and hip-hop,

but the other day, I was going
through my Spotify history,

and guess who I listen to most.

P!nk.

It was like a wake-up call
for me.

Honestly, we should all be
checking our play count.

You can't hide
from your play count,

and my play count says
I like P!nk.

- Who do you keep looking at?
- My sister.

So have you been listening
to me at all?

You're from San Francisco,
you hate being homeschooled,

you work at
your family's restaurant,

you collect erasers,

you have two pugs
named Coco and Jax,

and you're existentially
prepared to admit

that you like P!nk.

No, boys aren't really into me.

At least none
that you know of.

I've got a pretty good
lay of the land.

It's just none, period.

Well, all you need
is one good one.

Andrew,
he is such a keeper.

For our anniversary,
he bought me an actual star.

Like, in the sky.
And he named it after me.

Shelby, sorry, I...I think
you have cake in your teeth.

Would you excuse me?

Thanks.

It's hard to talk
about this part.

Of course.
That must have been terrifying.

No.

It was embarrassing.

The thought did cross my mind,
you know,

this could be
my final moment alive.

How do you think I spent it?

I didn't reach out
for comfort.

I didn't cry.

I didn't shut everything out.

I didn't, like, carpe diem
or anything.

I didn't indulge.

I took no measures
to protect myself.

I didn't pray
for my mortal soul.

Here's what I did:

I sat in my fucking
love puddle...

...and thought about a guy.

The world knows him

as the 2013
National Book Award winner,

but to me, he'll only
ever be the little shit

who sat at the back of my class
making paper clip chains

and ignoring every word I said.

Please welcome
Jeffrey Galanis.

I should say, in hindsight

that the...
the paper clip chains

that she's referring to
probably had
more artistic merit

than, anything else
I was turning in in her class.

Anyway, I thought that,

we would start with a reading.

"Carrie's wish was simple:

for something to finally
happen to her,

something that would add color

to the bland desert
of her life.

And that's what it was."

Hey, Ian.

I'm supposed to take Jeff
back to his hotel after,

but I am up to my goddamn
eyeballs in AP prep.

Can you give him a lift?

Wait, like, Jeffrey, Jeff?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I would,
but my brother...

I'll do it.

God, thanks.
You're a lifesaver.

...um...

If you were
bleeding internally,

your heart rate
would be, like, shot.

I think you're just
a little roughed up.

Hey, hey, look.

We're gonna be okay.

We're gonna be
okay.

All right,
help me out
with the timeline here.

Um, about how long had you
been out there at that point?

- I don't know.
- Two, three hours?

I'm just trying to pin down
when the crash occurred.

I honestly don't know.

From the crash till when
you spotted the shoreline,

you can't give me
a ballpark estimate?

Look, I don't mean
to be difficult.

Just, that part
at the beginning...

it's all a blur.

And not just for me.

After the plane went down,

we all had this blank
in our memories.

Even the ones that came to
on the island.

Martha!

Marty!

Marty!

You gotta get up
and move around, all right?

You're in shock.

They made me come.
I'm not supposed to be here.

Who, like, your parents?

Well, if it makes you
feel any better,

they're probably feeling
pretty shitty right now.

Like, crushing guilt.

Hey, you win.

Well, kind of.
Not really.

You got a little bit of...

Rachel.

Are you okay?

Is this helping?

Because if it is,
I...I won't stop you.

You think I'm doing
this shit on purpose?

- No.
- Because it could be
motion sickness.

Or the fact that we just
woke up in a fucking nightmare,
right, Nora?

- I was just asking, Rachel.
- No, you weren't.

You were treating me like
a child like you always do.

I mean, that's why
we're here, right?

- That's not true.
That's not true.
- Yes, it is!

You got it in your head
that you need to protect me,
and now we're here!

When you ran your mouth off
to Mom and Dad,

what did you tell them, Nora?

Nora, what did you say?

Just that I was worried
about you

and maybe you needed
a break.

Great!
Great fucking break, right?

Motherfucker!

- God.
- Shelby!

Shelby!

My... My ankle.

It's bad.
It's bad, isn't it?

No.

It just needs
a little TLC, okay?

Sometimes
you collide with a person

and you get this feeling

that they might become
important to you.

Maybe it's from a look

or an act of kindness.

Or maybe you just like
the way your world feels

when they're in it.

I'm really sorry,
by the way, if,
this is way out of your way.

I would have called an Uber
or a Lyft or whatever.

I just, um...

I am a person who has chosen

not to own a smartphone.

That's, like, a whole thing?

Okay, a couple...
a few years ago, I...

I lost my iPhone,
and so I had to revert
to this old flip phone,

and then, I don't know,
I started to kind of

like the...the Luddite image

that I was projecting with it
so much

that I just kind of stuck
with it, and, you know...

yes, it is,
admittedly, an affectation.

Um...

So do you want to listen
to music?

Yeah, you...

There's an aux cord in the...
in the glove compartment.

Shit, CDs.

God, don't.

Those are really old. I...

There's no reflection
of who I am.

No, no, it's no...
no judgment from me, trust me.

And I'm dying to know
what's on Awesome Summer Mix.

I didn't name that.

And P!nk.
My God, I love P!nk.

Like, I...I feel like
she's got, like,

this amazing anarchic quality
to her.

Yeah, she's kind of eternal.

Your hotel's just
right up here.

Man, that was fast.

Hey, I don't know
if you're hungry, but, um...

if you haven't eaten,
we could get some food.

Help! Hey!

I see you!
We see you!

Hey! Hey!

Hey!

I got her.

Is there anybody else
out there?

- Think, did you see anybody?
- I didn't.

- I didn't see anybody.
- Toni!

Martha!

Toni!

- That's the last time
you ghost on me.
- I'm okay.

I'm fine, seriously.

Shelby's been...
Shelby's been amazing.

What the fuck
are you wearing?

She's not breathing!

- She's not breathing.
- Those compressions are way too fast.

You're pumping,
like, double time.

There's no such thing
as too fast, only too slow.

Actually, compressions
can be too fast

- if they're not deep enough.
- Dude, slow down!

Ease up, Dottie.
You're going way too fast.

Okay, hell,
if you're all such experts,

somebody else tap in.

Okay, yeah,
you just have to go...

Who knows CPR?

So it turned out,
everyone had
a working knowledge

of CPR?

It's weird,
isn't it?

That every single one of us
knew how?

Is that important
for your, um...

for your purposes or whatever?

Honestly, it could be.

Anything could be relevant
at this point.

Which is why it's crucial

that you give us
this full-picture account.

Of the flight, of the others,

and what you were doing
on that plane to begin with.

Well, I feel like I should be
asking you about your book.

- No.
- I have to write
an essay on it, so...

I'd love your help.

Okay.

Let me first ask you,

what...what'd you think of it?

I loved it.

I really did.

But at the end,

like, it got a little weird.

Like, it got a little
sentimental, I think.

- I'm really sorry.
- Yeah, sure.

- No, that's...
- I didn't mean to say that.

Yeah, no, it's...
That's okay.

Um...

...the truth is,
like, sometimes,

at a certain point,
it feels like it's, like,

impossible to get honest
feedback out of anybody,

so, I appreciate it;
thank you.

It's very kind of you.

This is fun.
We should do this again
sometime.

If that's not, like,
totally unwelcome or whatever.

Can you even enter contacts
into this thing,

or is it just
for selling drugs?

- You're being funny!
- Yeah, I don't...

- Sorry, it was a joke!
- How do you even work
this thing?

I'm gonna let you behind
the curtain a little bit.

If a girl really likes someone,

she won't put their name
in her phone.

Your crush is, like, sacred.

You can't just file him
in your contacts

between your cousin
and your chem lab partner.

That would make him common.

So you learn his number...

...every contour
of every digit.

You carve those little
hieroglyphs on your heart.

So you basically
sleepwalk...

...through the rest
of your life,

waiting for dispatches
from that magic number.

And then there's
the pivotal text.

It will probably come
around midnight,

and it will change everything.

- You're awake!
- Yeah, hi.

You're...you made it.

Yeah, I did.

I'm sorry.

You have nothing
to be sorry for.

No, you don't understand.

I'm so sorry.

Hey, does anyone have a phone?

Don't you think we would have
said something if we did?

I'm not even sure how many bars

we'd get out here.

I'm just trying to think
of lifelines, all right?

They're gonna find us,
but we can't be stupid.

We should make
a big-ass help sign,

like in that movie
28 Days Later...

What do you think happened
to the flight attendant guy?

We should be looking through
suitcases, finding phones.

- We can't just...
- Listen, listen,
listen, y'all.

It's the 21st century, okay?

They will find us,
but in the meantime,

we gotta keep track
of our resources.

Eight Cokes.

Right now, that's all we got
to drink, just eight of these.

Okay, but don't worry,

'cause if God brought us to it,
God will bring us through it.

You know, the whole
"Jesus saves" thing
isn't, like, literal.

He's not gonna jetpack down
and pull us out of here.

No, Toni.

Okay, the Lord saves those
who save themselves,

which is why I'm gonna
take a look in the woods,

see if there's some
fresh water.

- Maybe you should come with.
- Hard pass.

Shelby, here.

If you're really going,
you gotta take these.

You're so generous.

You know what?
Maybe I will go.

Make sure Christ doesn't
lead your ass

into a fucking sinkhole.

Guys.

What the hell, Dot?

I'm sorry.

Look, I was saving
her ass, okay?

It got real wet.

You honestly think sand
will dry it out?

I read an article
on the Internet

about alternatives
to rice in a bag.

Sand was mentioned.

Yeah, well, good enough for me.

Keep your ears peeled.

You'll hear moving water
before you see it.

How come you know
all this?

This may surprise you,

but I'm not just some delicate
indoor princess, okay?

I go hunting with my dad
all the time.

So you do one hard-core thing?

That doesn't mean you're not
mostly an indoor princess.

How many pillows do you have
on your bed?

Bet you've got one of those
mega beds with, like,
50 pillows.

And your maid, Lupe,

she's gotta keep taking them
off and putting them back on

and it's making her want
to off herself, am I right?
You know I'm right.

Yeah, well, I've also shot down
a ten-point buck,

snapped his neck
to finish the job,

and butchered him in the field
all by myself.

God built us to contain
multitudes, Toni.

Now can you turn around?

'Cause I have to pee.

Plug your ears.

Plug your ears,
or I'll have to sing.

You gotta be kidding me.

It didn't happen
consciously,

but I was finally starting
to notice the others.

Like Martha,

how every creature
meant something to her.

Or Nora,

how she always knew
when you were looking at her

and how her smile could mean
a million different things.

The veil of obsession
was lifting.

The world I had
narrowed down to one

was starting to repopulate.

"There's no better place
to grow into yourself."

What does "grow into yourself"
even mean?

It sounds gross,
like an ingrown hair.

I didn't think
it'd be so chilly.

I know.

I'm not sure we're anywhere
near Hawaii.

Hey, this is yours, right?

But just like that,
the veil fell again.

And he was all there was.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Can I come in?
- Yep, yeah.

This is so nice.

Yeah, it's...it's not bad.

You have three outlets
over there.

Yeah, I asked for one more,
and they...

...they said no.

Hey.

Happy belated birthday.

Thank you.

Every girl has a vision
for how she wants to lose it.

Will you sign one for me?

Some dream about prom night.

Come on.

I'll do you one better.

I'll annotate it for you.

With a nice enough
boyfriend,

maybe a bed
covered in rose petals.

"Dear Leah."

I'm not sure
what I imagined before him.

I guess I thought it would be
just like the rest of my life,

just sort of...

unremarkable.

Maybe at a party

or on an old couch
in somebody's damp basement,

lots of condom-fumbling

and apologies.

If you had told me it would
happen the way it did...

...I would've told you
to get the fuck out.

I like watching you
do ordinary things.

Makes you seem more real.

You are, right?

Like, not you.

Like, this is...

real?

Are you...

You're asking
about my feelings?

Or...

Yes.

My God, yes.

That makes 16.

Why do you think
we're only finding Diets?

Anything with real sugar
would sink,

sugar being heavier than water.

How long can the nine of us
survive on 16 Cokes?

Depends on the weather,
how hot it gets.

A week and a half, maybe.

- You're smart?
- I just read a lot.

Books, man.
Can't get into them.

Try having an elite athlete
as your sibling.

You do a lot of sitting.

On planes, in gyms,
in the stands.

Reading will happen.

But, like,
your phone's right there.

And TV?
TV's so good.

You know what? They said, like,
graphic novels would be, like,

the gateway drug to books,

and, like, I tried them.

Apart from the pictures,
they were pretty shit.

Shit!

I stubbed my fucking toe!

Yeah, of course it's hers
that would show up.

It was heavy as shit.

I bet we'll get rich
once they find us.

Suing for damages or whatever.

Not that your ass
needs the money.

Shh.

Keep listening for water.

I'm so sick of looking
at your fucking ponytail.

I feel like it thinks
it's better than me.

Then how about you go in front?

Fine.

Lord, in Your mercy,

grant us water
so that we may drink.

Lord, in Your mercy...

Weren't you just telling me
to shut up and listen?

It's different.

When you pray,
God opens your senses.

God's such a joke.

Don't you know He's just
a brainwashing tool

designed to enslave the masses?

Even if He were
just a brainwashing tool,

don't you ever think maybe
your brain could use a good...

scrub?

Fuck off.

Lord, in Your mercy,

grant us water
so that we may drink.

Lord, in Your mercy,
grant us...

Fuck, fuck, Shelby!

Shit, I swear,
I didn't mean to...

It's all right.

- Hey...
- Go ahead and go on back.

I will too, but you should
get a head start.

I'd really rather walk alone.

Look, we found more
Diet Coke, of course,

because, you know,
sugar sinks,

and then pants for you
so that your legs aren't cold.

Thank you.

Not a bad haul
but not great either.

But wait, there's more!

You get a mini, and you get
a mini, and you get a mini.

Hey, you guys partying
without me?

You're back.
Find any water?

No.

Where's Shelby?

- I...
- Shelby.

Yeah, she's right there.

- Your head.
- It's fine.

Ran smack into a tree,
if you can believe.

Yeah.

Very silly of me.

Hey!

Hey, the phone's working!

It's working!
My God.

Listen, we have
to be strategic.

We only have one bar and almost
zero battery life left.

Every second counts.

May I just say, I am ready
to make the call, okay?

My aunt is a 911 operator,
and I...

No, 911 is out. It doesn't work
in every country,

and we don't even know
where we are,

so if we're closer to, like,
Japan, 911 is useless.

Japan's emergency number
is 119.

Look, we only have to get
in contact with one person,

so I want you all
to have someone in mind,

make sure you know
their number,

and make sure
they love you enough

that they're waiting
by the phone right now.

Okay?

Of course, there's only
one number I knew by heart.

Hey.

I had to tell my parents
you were an Uber.

What are you doing here?

I thought the San Jose reading
didn't end un...

Are you okay?

September 5th.

September 5th is your...

is your birthday,

when you turn 17...

- How did...
- Fuck!

Okay, somebody...

...somebody sent me a copy
of your birth certificate

via certified mail,

and that means
that somebody knows.

- Wait, what?
- Or somebody's watching, or...

and that's, like,
some other level of...

You gotta...you have to get out
of the car.

Just give me a second.
Just let me...

Just get out of the car.
Leah, you have to...

- Just let me explain.
- Leah, you gotta get out
of the car.

You lied to me.

You're a child,
and you lied to me.

You're not calling
Mom and Dad?

They're in Morocco.
They probably don't
even know yet.

I'm calling Coach.

- No, not...not her.
- Nora, give me the phone!

- I'm calling Dad's cell.
- Stop, they're not gonna
answer.

- They're out of the country,
Nora!
- You just can't call Coach!

- Give me the phone! Nor...
- You can't call her!

Great job.

- Did...did you dial it right?
- Of course I did!

Do you mind?
If I know Dave
and JoBeth Goodkind,

they're pacing holes
in the carpet right now.

Well, that's...
that's just strange.

Let me real quick
try my boyfriend.

Don't bother.
Andrew's probably dick deep
in Christa Findlay by now.

Go, Marty.

It didn't work.

You wanna try?
It's your phone.

- No, I'm good.
- Here.

As much as I hate the idea
of calling those assholes...

Why didn't your mom
pick up?

Hey, are you all right?

I'm sorry.

It's ringing.

Guys!

Fuck!
It's dead.

She's... She's dead.

I don't get why
we have to bury her.

They're gonna come for us soon.

Then we'll have to dig her
right back up.

It's only temporary.

Just to keep the animals away.

Shouldn't somebody say
a few words?

Sounds like
you're volunteering.

Well, I am an ordained
youth minister.

Lord,

thank you for the gift
of Jeanette.

We didn't know her real well,

but she had
a really bright spirit,

and because she was made
in Your image,

we can be sure
that she was beautiful.

- Amen.
- Amen.

I think she liked P!nk.

Yeah, she did.

I'm gonna swim out
to the plane tomorrow.

See if I can find anything.

Might be a radio or callbox
or something.

I'll come with you.

How's your stuff so dry?

My parents bought me this...

watertight $1,000 suitcase
for this trip.

They thought it would, like,
sweeten the deal.

Fucktards.

Sorry.

Thank you.

Hey, let me get one.

Thanks.

This is my rock bottom.

So...

would it be crazy
if I suggested a little...

icebreaker?

Never Have I Ever.

Feels...right.

All right.

Only if you go first.

None of those bullshit
lightweight answers.

- Give us the real.
- Fine.

Never have I ever had vaginal
penetrative intercourse.

So that's why
your boyfriend's a cheat?

He's not a cheat.

Glad I'm not the only one.

I would've felt so stupid.

Get out of here.

It takes guts to save yourself,
you know that?

All right.

Never have I ever...

had a threesome.

With two guys, not two girls.

On my period.

I mean, I'm not a freak.

All right, I got one.

Never have I ever...

thrown my own piss at someone.

Drink up, Toni.

With pride, motherfuckers.

So...

who'd you fuck?

I mean,

I always thought you were
some weird art prude, but...

...I saw you drink.

I know you've had sex.

So who was it?

- Him.
- Damn.

I had no idea
you were such a bad bitch!

Well, in your defense,

we've never really
talked before, so...

True story.

So was it hot?

Yeah.

Yeah, but maybe in, like,
a burning building kind of way.

Like, it's probably
really good I got out.

Shit.

That's poetic.

Well, at least
your first-time guy's

face is on the back of a book.

My first time was with
a fucking grocery bagger

at Smart & Final.

God, I loved him.

I loved him!

You seem tired.

We can be done for the day.

The doctors really
need you to rest.

The burning building.

I'm sorry?

The burning building.

I hadn't made it out.
I wasn't even close.

There's...

...there's something I...

I haven't...

told anyone this before.

That night, in the dark,

I was the only one
who heard it.

A ringing.

Buried where no one
had thought to look.

I didn't know why
she had kept it from us.

I thought I had evolved,

that the day had somehow
made me stronger,

just a little.

Just enough.

What a fucking delusion.

Hello?

Jeff.

Leah?

Are you calling me
from an unknown number
so that I'll pick up?

Because if you are,
that's really fucked up.

That is really...
that is really...

You have to stop calling me.
Don't text me.

Do you understand that?

I don't want to talk to you
anymore.

It's over.
I'm sor...

So you never
told the others

you made outside contact
that night.

What would I have said?

That I was too strung out
at the sound of his voice

to send up an SOS?

Did he...

...did he reach out?

After the news broke, did he...

...did he call anyone

to say he'd heard from me?

The authorities fielded
a lot of calls

from a lot of worried parties.

Did he care enough
to do anything?

Anything?
Anything at all?

Leah, how about you take
a deep breath?

Answer my question!

It is the only one I have!
It is...

I just want to know
if he tried for me.

Pathetic, I know.

I expected more from me too.

Remember this
when you see the others.

When you try to figure us out.

There is no "crazy."

There's only "damage."

And when you go looking
for what caused it,

don't waste your time
on that island.

It'll get you fucking nowhere.

I've been trying to reach you.

Which one?

Jeanette.

Can we even proceed?

I mean, without her assistance
on the ground...

We have another operative.
Have you located her?

- Yeah.
- She's still intact?

- Yeah, she's fine.
- Tell me exactly
what happened.

We're still piecing it
together.

It looks like there was
some mishandling
by the transition team.

- And you cut her phone?
- Of course.

And you're absolutely sure
she's dead.

This was about three hours ago.

Preuzeto sa www.titlovi.com