All language subtitles for The.Wilds.S01E05.720p.AMZN.WEB-DL.H.264

How, um...

how concerned are we

that neither of them
are back yet?

'Cause, personally,
I'm at, like, a solid seven.

If you're wondering
if I'm worried about Toni,

just don't, okay.

She's not my business anymore.

Okay.
Well, there's also Fatin.

She stole two cans
of our water supply,

so pretty sure
she doesn't deserve a place

in our thoughts and prayers.

We don't technically know
it was her.

- Dude, it was definitely her.
- For sure.

Clues point to it being
a high possibility.

It was so Fatin.

I mean,
this basically sums up

how much she cares
about our welfare.

I'd like everyone to know
that what I'm about to do

is a loving homage.

Honestly,
I resent being called basic,

because would a basic bitch
make out with Elon Musk

at a yacht party...

...and inspire
the designs for the new Tesla?

Don't @ me.

Me?
Me break a sweat?

In Gucci?
I don't think so.

I feel bad for laughing, but...

I'm a Virgo-ass bitch
with a Pisces effing moon,

so y'all can suck it.

I need to try.

I have insane HPV.

What? Too far?

Everything all right, Dot?

I lost the lighter.

You lost the fucking lighter?

How are we supposed
to keep the fire going?

Yeah,
keep the signal fire going.

Boil water, if we find any.

I know how bad this is for us,
and I'm sorry,

but if you're tempted
to make me feel like shit,

don't bother.

I'm doing a pretty good job
of it on my own.

Look, we just got to keep

a close eye on it,
then, all right?

Keep it burning,
keep feeding it.

Hey, you know,
this shit would make

some great fucking tinder
for us.

Give it back.
Give it back.

Hey, stop.
Let her go, Leah. Stop!

And you had the audacity
to call me a psycho.

Give it the fuck back.

- Hey! Hey!
- Rachel.

This is...
this is Fatin's, right?

Here you go.

It's only ibuprofen.
Nothing too rock and roll.

Thanks.

Still haven't learned
how to swallow a pill.

I gave up trying.

If you give up some fights,

you're left with more strength
to take on others.

What I actually need

is some really, really
spectacularly good news.

Well, we brought in the cargo

undetected,
minimal expense.

Not the kind of news
you were hoping for, right?

I just wish you were
out there.

Yeah, you know,
the timing just isn't great.

But, you know, look, we've got
a solid team on the ground.

Just because we don't have eyes
on her doesn't mean disaster.

She's probably
on the western side,

where we've had
some camera outages.

And whose fault's that?

It's not all on him.

The high winds
have rattled our tech.

He really
shouldn't wear his hair

pushed back like that.

His widow's peak's too severe.

- Here we go.
- What?

You get petty
when you're stressed.

Or maybe I'm just
uncomfortable

having someone who actively
hates me working in my employ.

He doesn't hate you.

It's just,
ever since the incident,

he's been a bit protective
of the subjects.

Alex.

You good?

But are you?

I just thought, as someone
who's become very invested

in the welfare
of our participants,

you'd be pretty concerned
about our rogue girl.

If I'm permitted
to speak honestly...

Of course.

I don't know why we haven't
sent someone in to find her.

Well, among other reasons,

this is Fatin
we're talking about.

She is not some wilting flower,
my friend.

She is much steelier
than you'd think.

I quit.

Did you hear me?

Everybody I know is posting
pics from Cabo Beach Week,

and I'm stuck in this hellhole
practicing my pizzicato?

There's already three offers
on the Pacific Heights house.

Time to call the other agents

and let them know
there's a bidding war.

Someone's putting
their game face on.

Look powerful, feel powerful.

People can sense that,
even over the phone.

Holy fuck.
Am I even here?

We watch our language
around your brothers.

Then listen to me.

All of this rehearsing
is killing me.

I'm 17, and I'm already
damaged goods.

I mean, look at my posture.

I'm gonna be Quasimodo
by the end of senior year,

and not from something cool
like a D cup.

And she's going to mention
her nails in three, two...

I mean, I wasn't going to,

but since you brought it up,
look at these sad-sack claws.

I am sorry you don't
appreciate your gift.

One day you will.

Rana, you said
it was important for the kids

to be well-rounded.

Now, that won't happen
if she's a shut-in.

She's hardly a shut-in.

All the same,
a later curfew on the weekends

won't destroy
her shot at Juilliard.

You too.

All right,
but only on Saturdays.

- One a.m.
- Eleven thirty.

And don't push it with me,
young lady.

You know it's weird, right?

Like, why would her shirt
be all ragged and bloody?

Well, maybe because Leah went
apeshit on her, too, yesterday.

Okay, there was not
that much blood,

and I didn't tear
her fucking pants.

Yeah,
that's what got me worried.

You think something
attacked her?

Don't, Shelb.
Don't let her work you up.

This is probably just
a distraction to make us forget

all the shit you pulled on us.

Yeah, nah.
This isn't about me.

This is where I found it,
lying here.

All right, look, if she'd
been mauled by an animal,

there wouldn't just be
a single scrap, okay?

There'd be,
like a fucking crime scene.

Still...
I don't see her

voluntarily ripping
her Givenchy.

So what do we do?

We have to go find her.

I mean, she probably just
wandered off to troll us

or to masturbate with her
stupid electric toothbrush,

but we all know

she can't survive
the wilderness by herself.

She can't even survive
a Holiday Inn.

I'm gonna stay back,
keep eyes on the fire.

No way.
You're coming with us, Dot.

You're better at tracking
than anybody,

and plus, you, like...

you know your way
around a snake.

- I can watch the fire.
- No, it's not just watching.

It's feeding it
the right amount
of kindle at the right time.

Bark and small twigs work
best--the thinner the better.

Avoid wet tinder,
and the oxygen is key.

All right, we doing this?

We'll probably hear her whining
before we see her.

Keep an ear out for somebody
bitching about their flat hair.

You know what? I don't know.

I always thought Fatin ran
a little bit deeper

than her whole princess shtick.

Ever see her hands?
Dude, calloused as fuck.

Whatever that girl was doing
before she got here,

she wasn't half-assing it.

Shit.

Fatin.

It's 12:47.

You promised your mother 11:30.

I promised your mother.

That studio is like a bunker.

It totally warps
your sense of time.

You were at rehearsal...

in that?

I'm sorry.

It won't happen again.

But maybe...

if you approach
the dragon woman gently,

you could get me
a little bit more leeway

on my curfew?

- Fati, she's not gonna budge.
- On anything.

She'd handcuff me
to that cello if she could.

She'd probably get off on it.

Sorry.

Fatin,
she sees how good you are.

I know how intense it is,

but that
balls-to-the-wall drive she has

has really paid off.

She pushes because
she wants the same for you.

She's gonna push me
till I break.

I don't think
I've ever told you this,

but your dadi and dada,
they never gave me an inch.

If I was anything less
than A-plus-plus,

they'd threaten
to send me to Tirich Mir.

A work camp in the Himalayas.

My God.
Did they mean it?

Actually,
I think they made it up.

Some people thrive
under that kind of pressure,

like your mom.

You're like your dad, kid.

I hate to break it to you.

We need our outlets,
our distractions.

We just need to keep them
within reason.

An hour and a half past curfew

is very hard to explain
to your mom,

and I don't want
to have to lie to her, okay?

Okay.

Where do you think
you're going?

My preferred outlet's
just getting good.

I've got bids in on
three different watch auctions.

That rare Rolex you like
just called for bids.

You see,
this is what I don't get.

You drop crazy amounts of cash,

but how do you know
that it's not some knockoff?

You know I always
check the provenance.

I believe it's what
your generation calls,

like, the receipts.

Dad, that's so cringey.

Never say that again,
or I will, like, literally die.

Fatin! Fatin! Fatin!

Fatin! Fatin!

S-she's fine.

I mean, she has to be.
She's... She's fine, right?

We--we still have a lot
of ground to cover.

I mean, something will turn up.

In the meantime,
if you want a little diversion,

we could play couple rounds
of Would You Rather.

- No.
- I don't want to play that.

Come on, we could all stand
to get out of our heads,

take the edge off.

I've got one.

For the record,
I didn't come up with this.

I heard it from a girl
on my team.

Would you rather

eat nothing but plain yogurt
for the rest of your life...

like, not vanilla yogurt,
like, I'm talking plain...

or suck off your dad?

- Fucking yogurt.
- What?

- Yogurt, bro.
- Guys, please focus.

Fatin's been gone way too long
for us to be dicking around.

We're just trying
to stay sane here.

Yeah, I know that,

but staying vigilant is
more important at this point.

You know, this is like every
single horror movie, ever.

A bunch of kids
walking through the woods,

and then as soon as somebody
laughs or they get comfortable,

something just starts
picking them off one by one.

There she goes,
amping up the drama

- when we really don't need it.
- Rachel, I'm not.

I'm just saying that
we don't know what's out there.

Last night
when I was roaming around,

I did hear some kind
of fucked-up animal shit...

howling and screeching.

Did it sound like it came
from something,

like, this size or this size?

- That one.
- Fuck.

Fatin?

All right,
you need to calm down,

and you all need to calm down.

You all do.

I'm out.

Yeah, you know, of course
you're giving up.

You have no problem dragging
people into your stunts,

but as soon as it doesn't
fit your agenda, you bail.

Dude, I wasn't going back.

I was just gonna fan out
and increase the search area.

I didn't know that.

I'll go with.

You know, no lone soldiers
and all that.

I'm not fucking crazy!

I know screaming that
did not help my case...

...but I swear
I'm not fucking crazy.

We have to keep looking.

Fatin!

She's not unstable,
not in any clinical sense.

The agitation
she's demonstrating

is a stress response.

Leah spins
until she's untethered.

Toni angers, of course,

until she inevitably
self-destructs.

Fatin, when she's cornered
or hurt, disappears,

which is what we
are witnessing right now,

and why we are holding off
on any intervention.

Alex, could I bother you

to go upstairs to the AV room
and check the projector?

I can't figure out why some of
these images are so pixilated.

Not a problem.

I read the dossiers.

She's not following
typical behavior pattern.

No.

Fatin does not disappear
when provoked.

How long did
you practice today?

One hour alone,
two-hour ensemble.

Did you work on the Brahms?

You know what?
I'm gonna go inside.

I can't relax while you're
giving me the third degree.

Grill the chicken,
not your daughter.

Hey, what time is it?

It's 1:25.

Okay, almost time for final
bids on that watch auction.

Hey, can you grab
my tablet?

I don't want some ringer
to get in there

and snipe it out from under us.

Looks like you've still
got three minutes left,

so you're good.

Okay.

Keep your eye on it.

Okay, you're up.

Keep your eye on the target.

Great shot.

Again.

Yeah. Any new bids?

N-no, nothing new.

It looks like
tonight we're all winners!

Yeah!

Take--
Here, take a bite of this.

You're a goddess.

It's good, right?

It's amazing.

Hey, stop hitting each other.

Come on, guys.

- It's just a dick pic.
- Yeah, but that's your dad.

Whatever.

He sent skeezy pics
of his junk

to, like, dozens
of these ratchet girls,

and some of them he had clearly
hooked up with in real life.

My point is, there's zero need
for me to respect his privacy.

He put it out there first.

So your move was
to share that photo

with his entire contact list?

No one's gonna know
it was me.

I encrypted that shit
to within an inch of its life,

kept myself squeaky clean.

You know what
I like about you?

You never feel the need
for lame-ass chatter.

But since we're here,

you ever notice
how Leah seriously bugs?

Like, seriously,
she's always, "my precious,"

over her boy's book.

Like, for real,
lighten the hell up.

Kindred fucking spirits.

I just mean you're both

trying to give each other
the same damn advice.

No.

Her crazy's a bit extra.

All right.

- Shit.
- Fuck, Jesus.

- What? What is this?
- You okay?

What the--what the fuck?
It's taking me down.

Here.
Rachel, calm down.

- Dot, it's sucking me in.
- You don't got it.

What is happening?
What is happening?

No. No, no.

No, no, no, no.

- No, Rachel!
- I got it, I got it.

Fuck! I got it.

- I can do it.
- Rachel.

I fucking got it!
Get off! Get off!

- I got it!
- Help!

You're making it worse!
I can do it!

Okay, okay.

What do I do?
What do I do?

Fuck.

Help me!

Just stop!
Please stop!

Go around.
Around.

Grab my arm.
Rachel, grab my arm.

Don't go out, don't go out.

I can get out of here!
I can get out of here!

Shh, shh.
You got to stop fighting.

Shh. Listen to me.
You have to stop. Okay?

Shh.
Stop fighting.

You'll see.
Everything gets easier.

Just let go,

and let us help you, okay?

Breathe.

Relax.
Breathe.

Exhale.

Breathe.
Breathe.

Let us help you, okay?

On three.

One, two, three.

So, um, God knows
I'm not a quitter,

but at some point,
this search party...

Yeah, she's right.

We should call it,

you know, start out
fresh again tomorrow.

We have to keep looking.

We can't stop looking.

The Sun will be going
down soon, Leah.

You really want us out here,
stumbling around in the dark?

We have to find her.

Fatin!

Fatin!

Fatin!

- Fatin!
- Fatin.

Fatin! Fatin!

Fatin!

Mom?

I don't know--
I don't know what to do.

I don't--
I don't know what to do.

Come on.

I always thought
you'd slay this color.

I'm so sorry, Mom.

Fatin!

Fatin!

- Fatin!
- Fatin!

- Hey.
- Fatin!

- What's up?
- Fatin?

- Fatin.
- My God.

What the hell happened
to you?

Is that nail polish?

Is this what
you've been doing--

painting your fucking gel tips?

We've been out of our
skulls looking for you.

And all this time you've
been treating yourself

to a goddamn mani-pedi.

Okay, are you done?

Because I have something
to show you.

What?

- What?
- What?

Fatin. Fatin.

Yeah!

- Come on, guys, let's go!
- Yeah!

Is that what you went
looking for?

The water, I mean.

I don't know.

Yeah.
No.

I was just trying
to find something useful.

Good hustle...

marking the path like you did.

Yeah, well, what good would
the water have done us

if we couldn't find it again?

And you're
the fucking broken record

about how easy it is
to get lost.

Yeah, and you know what?
I have never been prouder.

Stop.

Stop.

Yeah, Fatin!

Yay, Fatin!

Your mother lost
three listings this week.

She won't be able to show
her face at mosque.

Your own brothers are too
embarrassed to go to school.

Not because of me.

Mom. Mom.

Mama, look at me.

Fuck.

Why am I being punished
when he did a skank tour

of the entire East Bay?

Your father's
and my private life

is none of your concern.

So I'm the bad guy.
Not the fucking cheater.

You're too young
to understand,

but a marriage is more
than just one indiscretion.

- It's a lifeti...
- One? He had, like, fif...

Your mother was right.
I coddled you too much.

You have no respect, for us,
for family, for anything.

Fuck you!

Fatin, you continue to dig
your own grave.

Your attitude,
your disregard for authority

is out of control.

We've decided time away

will reset your goals
and give you some clarity.

What is that
supposed to mean?

It's a retreat
for young women.

Hopefully you will learn
some respect

for something
other than yourself.

Yeah, no.
I'm not into it.

I'm sorry, Fatin.

But it's happening.

You really think me
singing "Kumbaya"

in some girl-power circle jerk
is gonna square us up?

How'd you find out it was me?

Throw some of Mom's money
into hiring a PI?

Say something.

For the life of me,

I'll never comprehend
why you did this.

I was your friend.

I understood you
because we're so alike.

- We are nothing alike.
- We take what we want.

We resent being confined.
We want to enjoy life.

I don't hurt
the people I love.

The hurt you just caused runs
deeper than anything I did.

Don't you see that?

You are a vile person.

Maybe Mom doesn't see that yet,
but she will.

You're a danger
to our family,

and having you in this home
isn't safe for any of us.

After the retreat,

we're sending you
to boarding school in Oregon,

strict, traditional Muslim.

So you can learn
what's important.

- You can't be serious.
- This is no joke.

You brought this on yourself.

What?

Already calling dibs
on my room?

Come here.

Wow.

Yeah.
You like?

I just got them done.

Feels good.

Come here.

Yes, even made it
to the Fountain Milestone,

which saves us some headaches.

Water, everyone intact,
reunited.

Care to celebrate?

Thom, where does she keep
the booze?

I love this girl.

I'm 12 steps ahead of you.

Good man.

I don't want that.

Throw it in my face.

What?

Throw it in my face.

Come on, Alex, you need this.

No retribution, no reprisals,
just release.

- Feel better?
- It didn't suck.

Good.

Now get over
the contrarian attitude.

Get thorough, get correct,

and don't ever
undermine me again.

The mistakes that led to
Jeanette's death were careless,

and they can't all be laid
at my feet.

- Speaking of which...
- I guess it's time.

All right.
Careful, it might still be hot.

Bring on the
third-degree burns.

I'm thirsty as hell.

You know what would be
really great with this water?

Some fucking food.

The hunger is real, bro.

After that talk today...

I'm not so concerned
about going hungry.

I'm more concerned about
something hungry finding us.

How long does it take
for the water to boil?

At least a minute.

Kill off all of the microbes
and shit.

Well, how can we tell
it's been a minute?

I mean, I guess I could count.

One one-thousand,
two one-thousand...

What should I be saying?

One one-thousand
or one Mississippi?

I mean, I don't know which
one's more accurate, so...

Hey, Martha.

Here, this will help.

My God, this is beautiful.

Seventy-eight thousand dollars,
it better be.

O-okay, I don't think
I should be touching this.

It's all good.
My shit is your shit.

Or it's all part
of Dorothy's inventory, right?

Hell, yeah, it is.

You know,
you don't have to surrender

everything to the collective.

My luckiest pair.

Don't tell anyone.

- Fatin, I'm...
- Stop.

I want to go first.

I shouldn't have put
your Jeff sitch on blast.

I was out of line.

It's not my place to talk shit

about whatever it is
you've got going on with him.

He's probably head
over fucking heels.

And full disclosure...

...I'm not sure
I know shit about love.

- Can I go now?
- You have the floor.

I was such a cunt
to you yesterday.

I know.

Man, if I wasn't
so personally victimized,

I would've been impressed.

I'm gonna try something
right now,

and I can't promise
that it's gonna go okay.

Ooh.

Well, now that that pathetic
display is out of the way,

let's go hydrate our faces off.

My God.

- Thanks.
- Yep.

Fire's low.

You sure?

Okay.

Predators ain't no joke, man.

That was disturbingly on cue.

Yeah, and getting a hell
of a lot closer every night.

Then why exactly are we
traipsing around in the dark,

making ourselves easy prey?

This.

It's Jeanette's grave.

Or what's left of it, anyway.

Keeping her here was fine

when we thought rescue
was coming right away.

But it's been a week.

A shallow grave
right near camp,

it's going to attract company
that we don't want.

High time
that we bury her deeper

and somewhere
a hell of a lot farther away.

Wait, so dig her back up?

- Doesn't that feel a little...
- Sacrilegious?

I don't know that we've got
any other choice.

Fuck it.
I'll start.

Where the fuck is her body?

Maybe we didn't dig
deep enough.

No, we didn't bury her
any deeper than this.
There's no way.

Then maybe this isn't
the right spot.

No, it is.
I counted.

120 feet away from camp.

So, what, are we saying
that she just, like,

re-animated or something
and walked off like a zombie?

A resurrection?

No, this is weird as hell.

Her body
wouldn't just disappear.

Maybe she got taken out
by the tide.

The marker was gone.
The ground's wet.

The elevation of the sand
has shifted.

The tide could take
a body out?

Tides can pull
anything out.

Cars, entire houses.

The ocean
is incredibly powerful.

So Jeanette's just out there
on the waves, floating alone.

Hey, it's kind of beautiful,
though.

Mother Nature

holding her arms
around Jeanette...

carrying her away.

Adios, J.

Hey, you okay?

Do you buy
this whole tide thing?

I don't know.

Leah felt like
there was something odd

with the whole situation.

She could feel it in her bones.

She share that
with anyone else?

No, just me.

The others would've thought
she'd gone mental.

- They already kind of did.
- But you believed her.

You didn't think that she was
making a big deal over nothing?

I don't know.

Maybe it was because
I was starting to like her.

But, yeah, I believed her.

I'm gonna go back.

You should, too.

Beep, beep.
Coming through.