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Here they are,
the brave young women

whose tale of struggle
and survival

has gripped the nation.

The Unsinkable Eight,
as we have come to know them.

Ladies, you must have dreamed
of coming home for so long.

Now that you're here,
what do you wanna do most?

Honestly, smoke about
a hundred cigs, you know?

Like, really rip through
a carton or two.

Okay.
How about the rest of you?

I don't know;
maybe hit up the OG for

a never-ending pasta bowl
and just--I don't know--

get back to our real lives.

I'd like to read The Odyssey
again,

rather than, like, live it.

Leah, what about you?

Um, I just wanna reconnect
with certain people...

people who may have been
worried and-or felt like

we had unfinished business.

And if that person
is watching right now,

I just wanna say that I did not
not miss you every day.

My turn, Brooke, and I've got

a nice, straight answer
for you.

I'm going to fuck
the rowdiest guy

with the biggest dick
as soon as I fucking can.

I don't think you can
say that on live TV.

Okay, make it
more media-friendly.

I am going to fornicate
with the healthiest penis

I can find ASAP.

All right,
I wanna change my answer.

You remember that guy
that I was telling you about?

Nurse Mateo Caliente?

I'm 100% going to jump him

as soon as I see him.

Atta girl.

While we're workshopping
our responses,

you wanna work on that
emo shit show of yours?

Was it maybe not that great?

Leah.

You are going to be trending.

Romeos from all over the world

are gonna be blowing up
your DMs.

Um, do you think Romeos will be
in my DMs too?

Martha, angel,
your DMs will be overflowing.

All right, then.

We're going home, bitches!

- Yes!
- Yeah!

Yeah, yeah!

We're coming for you!

I see you copied my look,
in a G-Man suit and tie.

Thought you was sticking
with the friendly

and approachable sweater thing.

No, not with this one.

We'll get more out of her
if we both

strike an authoritative tone.

Just so you know,
it's no picnic.

Most of the time, I just...

...just wanna give 'em
a goddamn hug.

You've read the nurse's report
on her,

heard how all over the place
she's been?

There have been some
dissociative tendencies, yes.

So how do you know what's best
for drawing her out

when we don't even know
which "her" we're gonna get?

Hi, there.

So, um, according
to the others,

you were the resident optimist.

That's sweet.

Though, I'm sure that's not
how they put it.

No, no, not exactly.

What was that one expression?

"Shelby's a Pollyanna mall girl
who probably shits confetti."

Fatin.

Bless her heart.

Yeah, but once you
thought rescue was imminent,

that, enthusiasm flatlined.

Do you care to explain why?

Adrenaline had been pumping
for so long,

you know, as soon as I knew
I could relax,

I just sort of crashed.

Only so long before
you run out of stamina.

How am I sweatiest
person in here?

Do I have, like,
a glandular problem?

It's called
"being out of shape."

Okay.
You know what?

Becca, you did not
just shake your head at me

like a wet dog.

We're not all you, bitch.

Some of us have
fugly labradoodle hair,

and I gotta make use of it
somehow.

All right.
One, two, three--all rise.

"Your body is a temple
of the Holy Spirit;

glorify God,
therefore, within your body."

1 Corinthians 6.

All right.
Let the Spirit lift us.

Show some devotion here.

Ramp up the resistance
a little bit.

Do a half turn,
maybe a full turn.

Feel like the Lord's
got your back.

I'm talking to you, too,
over here.

Your dad is a sadist.

Come on.

Jesus lifted that boulder
for you.

Lift those buns up
off those seats.

Jesus.

Take "thigh" wheel.

The corniest puns ever.

Frickin' daddy's girl.

Can I get an Amen?

Jesus fucking Christ.

I need this like I need
a pickax to the skull.

What can I do to help?

Call Audrey.

Have her send Alex
to the island.

To do what?

I--I do not trust him,
Gretchen.

He--he's disrespectful.

Well, like it or not,

he knows the terrain
better than anyone.

If that pilot calls in
a report,

Alex can be in position,
ready to extract the subjects

before an official rescue team
shows up.

So worst-case scenario,
we are the rescue team?

Exactly.
That means initiating

phase two sooner than intended,
but that's better

than the whole study
collapsing.

But if we could locate
the pilot,

we could avoid
all this meshugas.

- We just need the...
- Tail number?

Yeah, we managed to blow up
an image of it.

- We got it.
- Okay.

Call that contact I gave you.
Read him that number.

He'll know how to make
this whole thing go away.

We're on it.
Focus on your meeting.

I'd cancel in a heartbeat,
but I can't make

this pilot problem go away
and keep the lights on

without an influx of cash.

I'll inhale a salad,
beg for money,

and be back at headquarters
by 2:00.

It's showtime.

Gretchen!

Hello, Alice.

So glad you could come.

I'm surprised you answer
your own door.

I like to keep people
on their toes.

Please.

I hope it's okay that
we're having lunch here.

I just think it's so much more
intimate.

That and I stole
the chef de cuisine

from The French Laundry,
so the food is divine.

Sounds wonderful.

Hope you're hungry.

I personally helped design

the eight-course tasting menu
for today.

Eight courses.
Great.

Should give you plenty of time
to tell me how

you're spending my money.

Thank you, Dmitri.

The chef has prepared
a seared scallop

with cranberry glaçage
as your amuse-bouche.

That doesn't count
as one of the courses, does it?

So you're saying
we can eat everything?

Hell yeah.

Major closeout sale!
Everything must go!

Chaser, my darling?

The ration queen lets loose.
I'm into it.

We were robbed
of our island vacay.

Here's our chance to take
one day of it back,

maybe live a little.

- Thanks.
- Hey, the hell, Martha?

- You've got candy?
- Hey, where'd you get those?

Side pocket of Jeanette's bag.

Am I in trouble?
I thought everything must go.

Yeah.
No, Martha, these...

These aren't candy.
They're edibles.

Well, I know they're edible;
I just ate them.

No, no, like--like...

THC.

Pot.

Martha,
they're marijuana bears.

Man!
These are potent.

I had a foot once,
and I couldn't feel my feet

for, like, 24 hours.

I didn't know I had them.

So...what would happen
if someone

accidentally ate three?

Martha, you're gonna be

tripping motherfucking balls,
dude.

And she won't be alone.

First-timer.

- Fuck it.
- I'm in too.

Solidarity, baby.

I'll have one.

All right,
I'm gonna go take a piss

before it happens
involuntarily.

So...

Thank you.
- She meant pee her pants.

Yeah.

Father, I ask of You
Your guidance and grace.

Hey.

So Martha just ate enough weed
to tranquilize a buffalo...

in case you were wondering
what you're missing.

Pretty crazy.

I'm not big on fishing through
other people's business,

just as, like,
a personal policy,

but unfortunately,
I can't say the same

about everyone on this beach.

If you sit here like you are,

they're gonna come at you
with questions.

So...

...maybe you should think about
joining the fiesta.

And plus, you know,

you're not a bad hang.

God, in Your wisdom,

give me faith to be
what You intended.

And God, in Your wisdom,

give us faith...

...to be what You intended.

Father, we ask for
Your guidance and Your grace...

...in the face of temptation,

and we hope that You are here
in this room with us today

to show Kyle the way.

- Morning.
- Morning.

Thanks, Mom.

You're glowing this morning,
you know that?

Are you putting something new
on your face

or is that just you?

Well, Becs and I did Korean
sheet masks last night.

I think it's so sweet
how you two

are still thick as thieves,
especially after some of

her ups and downs
the past few years.

I thought you might
sort of just, you know,

drift apart after she
transferred to North Christian.

Hey.
How we doing, people?

Morning, Daddy.

Everybody's Saturday
going good?

How 'bout you?
Too big for a kiss?

Did it all go okay in there?

Working through it.

Spent some time up in Plano,

up that place I told you about.

It's not July.
It's November, Daddy.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

When'd we start eating
this sugary crap?

Yes, I can.

Looking pretty nice out there,

Clear skies, good temp...

Spence, you and Mel
go put on your ATV kits.

Let's go four-wheeling?

Yes!

Yes!
Slowly, walk now.

Hey, you're invited, too,
you know.

You know you're my number one
wing-woman.

Yeah, maybe.

But I was actually wondering
if I could--like, if I could

real quick talk to you about...

- Shelby.
- I know.

But I looked into the implants,

and if I start the process now,
I could have permanent teeth

for the winter pageant
circuit...

and maybe even the first one
next month.

It's a "no," kiddo,
and it's not 'cause

your mom and I don't want
you to be happy.

I mean, the oral surgeon
was crystal-clear.

If you got artificials
drilled in

before you're done growing,
there could be

irreversible damage and not to
mention the pain of it, Shelby.

I mean,
the pain would be unbearable.

All right.

God made you this way,

and God only does beautiful.

Marcus?

Marcus?

He's gone, Martha.
He moved away.

Well, where did he move to?

Right there.

Yeah, that's where he is.

Yeah.

I'm so fucking blissed out.

Not even from the gummies,
just from the thought that

in 48 hours,
I can have an orgasm.

Wait.

So you haven't, like,
self-induced?

No.

I can't do it
with my hands, actually.

I have this weird
cello-vibrato PTSD.

It's a whole thing.

So your electric toothbrush

hasn't seen any action?

I mean, we've all just assumed.

I might be a horny bitch,

but I'm not gonna scrub
my teeth

and my labia
with the same brush.

Wait.

Who has got off here?

That--I, mean...

Can I ask...where do you all
even go to do it?

Yeah--yeah.

Where do you go?
Where are the pleasure nests?

What I like to do is just
take Martha's suitcase...

...open it up
and just get inside it.

Yeah!

What's everybody talking about?

Orgasms.

Yeah, I--I do it, too,
with the--with,

the bath jets
at our home Jacuzzi.

I might be a--a virgin,
but I'm not just some prude.

Love me an orgasm.

Wow, I mean,
just when thought this place

couldn't surprise me anymore,
turns out Shelby likes to

fuck her Whirlpool.

Yes, I do.

So let's cheers to our orgasms.

Jesus, she's trashed.

Yeah.

That's a little bit my bad.

You know, I'm gonna
deny this till the day I die,

but...I'm gonna miss
the shit out of you guys.

Aww.

And if you're ever in L.A.,

you got a place to crash.

Wait.
Wait.

You're not moving back
to the Bay?

Yeah--no.

No, I got this whole life
mapped out.

I'm gonna go to L.A.
and cash in this heinous watch,

get an apartment at 1600 Vine,
where all the influencers live.

No idea what any of that means,

but if you're looking
for a roommate...

- I might be interested.
- Dorothy.

Are you offering to be
my live-in muscle?

Yes.

Obviously, yes.

People are gonna assume
we're lovers,

because, let's face it,
those cargo shorts

still scream "gay."

It's not our uniform, you know.

We've all got our own
different swag.

I know.
I'm just saying,

people are gonna talk,
and I'm gonna like it.

Okay.
Hey, campers.

I b--what--what do you say that

I do what I do best

and suggest some fucking games?

Whoo!

- To the water!
- Yeah!

Get in the water!

Lunatic!

What is going on?

It feels good.
- Up, up. Up, up. Up.

Yeah!

My God.

My God!

All right, you're up.

Let's figure out
what Shelby thinks.

All right.

- Shelby!
- Wow. Hey.

Look, if you're not fighting,
at least place your bets!

Vegas has me and Rach
at 20 to 1.

Odds on favorite.

Let's--let's show them
how we do it.

- Yep.
- They're ready to win.

- Get on.
- All right.

Giddyap.
Whoa.

You know what?

We should probably do this
in deeper water.

Okay.

Ready?

God, you're bleeding.

Where?

Right there.

It's me....

I'm sorry.
I'm...

I'm just gonna...

Shark Week for Rachel.

Not to presume anything

about your circumstances,
but oftentimes,

alcohol is used
as a numbing agent,

a way to anesthetize
oneself from feelings

that are too painful
or too frightening.

Or we were just excited
to get off

that godforsaken island
and felt like getting loose.

Sirs, I was and am...

over the goddamn moon
about getting back

to a little civilization.

What is happening?

Watch and learn, my friend.

I can't believe you have
your own glove.

Hate on the glove
all you like.

It gives me that edge.

I probably
should have invited Andrew.

Yeah, he loves bowling.

He has a ball like you,

but his is clear
with a skull in it,

which is kind of creepy.

Hey, is that--isn't that
your stepbrother, Brian?

He looks different.

He went full Holy Roller.

As if tucking in his shirt

and slapping a Jesus fish
on his car

is gonna change who he is
deep down.

Fucking asshole.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey.
Becca, Becca.

Stop, stop, stop.

What is going on?

There's something...

something I never told you
about me and him.

Okay.

Like, three years ago,

when he was living at home
with us...

I had this dumb crush on him.

Not that he even noticed me
much 'cause I was just

this loser, little kid.

Then one day,
for whatever reason--

I don't know--

I was just
sort of on his radar.

He started coming to my room,

and we'd kiss.

And I felt so cute
and badass and lucky.

Then he started wanting more,
and I--I didn't want him

to stop liking me, so...

I gave him a blow job.

More than once,
like, a lot more than once.

And then he went to college,
didn't say good-bye,

didn't really talk to me again.

Did he...

did that have
anything to do with...

My trip to the dark side?

Maybe a little.

I had no idea seeing him
would rile me like this.

Becs...

why haven't you told me this
before?

I don't know.

'Cause we said we wouldn't
do any of that stuff,

and you've been so good
keeping your promise to God.

I guess I just thought
you'd judge me.

Becs...

you were, what, 13...

and he was 19?

He knew better.

He took advantage of you.

Look at him now.

Hypocrite.

Becs.

Any chance you know
what his car looks like?

I can't believe
they just gave you these.

Sometimes all it takes

is just asking real nice.

My God.
Are we really doing this?

He's got it coming.

- Okay.
- Where should I put him?

Up top, where everyone
will get a good look at him.

Okay.

All right, come on.

All right,
now let's not go too crazy.

You said it, Shelb.
"He's got it coming."

Becca?

Becca, what are you doing?

That's not funny.

No, that's not funny.
That could really

ruin the engine.
Please...

Crap.
Someone's coming.

Hide, hide, hide, hide.

My God.

Thank you.

Hey.
What are you, um...

...what are you doing
over here?

Just collecting some sand.

I kind of felt like I should
take a part of this place

back with me.

Not sure why.

Well, that makes two of us.

Zero clue why you'd want
any souvenir from

this godforsaken place.

What do you want, Shelby?

What do you mean,
what do I want?

Okay, you avoid me all day,
and now you're hovering.

I can't really figure out
what you're doing

apart from getting hammered,
so you probably

should just tell me.

What I want is to know
exactly what

you and Martha
were talking about.

Um, well, she's ripped
out of her skull right now,

so food or maybe the cloud that

she thought looked like
her uncle.

You--you told her, didn't you?

You told her about--about
the whole...

Did you tell her?

No!
Fuck, I would never.

Okay,
'cause you're that ashamed?

Okay.

No, you are obviously the one
with the shame.

Okay?

I'm not gonna lecture you
on how or why

or how fast you should
figure things out for yourself,

but you know,
all your hateful church shit

is not gonna help you
figure out who you a--

I know exactly who I am.

I cannot wait to get home
and get back to her.

Okay, and this is talent look
number two.

Ooh, gorge, for sure,
but also,

how is it different from
the last one?

That one was butter-yellow.

And this one has

a sweetheart neckline,
which adds some flair,

and plus, it makes "the girls"
look better.

God, "the girls"?
You are a cornball.

What song did you

decide to go with?

Nice!

The song I suggested.

Those judges
are gonna eat it up.

They're even churchier
than we are.

You think any more dance moves?

Shelb, don't sweat it.

You got it locked up,
and you know it.

You could probably
fart into the mic

and still take home the crown.

Eww.

Hey, you might even
be able to win

- the douchebag goatee.
- My God! Stop!

I think you'll look real nice
with a flavor saver!

- Shelby...
- Hey, supper's up.

Becca...if you,
--you're sticking around,

we'll set another place
for you.

Sure.

Thanks, Mr. Goodkind.

Are we coming?

- Yeah.
- Definitely.

Whoa.
Hold on a second.

You're not gonna eat Mama's
meatballs in that, are you?

Right, yeah.
Thanks, Dad...

You've got marker on ya.

You need to be more careful.

You know, in some cultures,

a woman's at the height
of her spiritual power

when she gets her period.

Do you feel your spirit
transcending?

I did when that gummy
was hitting.

Now, not so much.

You know I haven't had it
in three years?

And not just because of my
fucked up shit with food,

but because...

Coach had me
on NuvaRing nonstop

so I would never be sidelined.

So that all of this
could just be a machine.

And now I...

It's just a body.

You're right, you know...

...about that part of my life.

I think it might be time
to call it.

Which means fuck if I know
what I'm going home to.

Rach, you have
a whole life out there...

you just don't know
what it looks like yet.

One thing I will say
about that place is,

it was kind of like
hitting the "pause" button.

You know, you could step back

and get a really good look
at your life

from all those miles away.

Could really help a girl
get some perspective, you know,

especially if she was feeling
a little unsettled

in her own skin.

Girls like Rachel?

Right, like Rachel.

After you said
something, you pressed her?

And Becca admitted
to something did happen,

which I'm sure is just
as concerning for you

as it is for us.

We don't know all the details,

not that we need to know 'em.

It's unacceptable,
no matter what.

Daddy...

Daddy, please,
can--can you just talk to me?

Look, I don't know what
her parents told you.

Daddy, can you just look at me?
I mean, I'm right here!

Daddy...

Can you--can you
just say something?

I know a lot of people
might look at me

like some kind of hillbilly,

backwards Bible-thumping Texan.

I don't know.

Or some Evangelical

who just uses his religion
to preach hate.

- I don't--I don't hate anyone.
- I--I know.

And I pray for everyone.

Even if they don't
deserve it...

and can't be saved,
I still pray.

Daddy...

I am not like that.

Yeah, Becca,
she--she tried to kiss me.

Like, it came out of nowhere.

I would never do something
like that.

I know what I walked in on.

Yes, me stopping it,
holding my ground.

Yeah, that's what you saw.

All that time
you spent together,

all the sleepovers...

I swear.
I swear.

I--I put my hand on the Bible.

Nothing like that
has ever happened before, ever,

and it won't happen ever again.

Remember...

Remember that
Bible group we had?

Remember that?

Kyle always struggles
with that way of being.

He is in so much pain, Shelby.

And if this is the life
that he chooses,

he's gonna be all alone.

There ain't gonna
be a place for him here.

Your mom and I, we don't...

that is the last thing
we want for you.

I don't want you to be alone.

I don't want you to be alone.

Hey!

Wait.

Um, well, we had, um...

Do you need to get that?

Will I still get the money
I'm begging for if I do?

Of course.

I was just tormenting you

because, well, I can.

Must be nice to control
other people's lives.

Money really does buy
everything.

Including your ability
to control the lives of

nine young women.

Which we are doing

to bring about
revolutionary change.

Nothing matters more
than this project,

and I will zealously
protect it always.

Most people think zealotry
a negative.

Well, those people have never
had a cause worth fighting for.

So if you'll excuse me,

I'm going to leave
and focus on what matters.

Enjoy the soufflé.

God, Alex is incompetent!

Maybe it's
all the hair products

seeping into his brain folds.

I have planned for everything,
and yet...

This is nothing
you could have anticipated.

The odds of one of the girls
lying down in the forest

and then looking up
in--in the exact tree

that Alex was hiding in
should have been...

Zero.
I know, but odds don't seem

to be in our favor these days.

Maybe--maybe
it's not a big deal.

Subject Number Five was just
eyewitness to another

living, breathing person,
and you don't think

she's gonna make anything
of it?

You don't think she is headed

straight back to the beach
to fill everybody else in?

Guys!
You guys!

Guess what I just saw!

Holy shit!

I just saw Marcus,
and he's alive!

Okay.
Wait.

You're just saying that
he, like, fucking Pinocchio'd?

Yes.

Okay.
That's exactly what I'm saying.

He--he turned into a real boy.

I don't know.

I mean, he kind of looks
the same to me.

What?
- No, but he was different.

Marcus, baby.

I missed you.

I don't understand.

He was in a tree.

He was up there.

Okay, but wait,
if he got swept out,

how the hell did he end up...

Leah...
- ...here?

We're mellow.
We're leaving.

We're taking him back with us,
right?

Yeah, you know?
No man left behind.

Yeah.

Yeah, you're coming with us.

- Yeah.
- Let's go.

I told you he was here...

But that's not him.

You're right.

Ooh!

- This mannequin...
- Be gentle with him.

Sounds like he became
pretty special to the group.

He was what we all needed,
I guess,

a sort of a companion
that didn't add to the drama.

He would just sit there quietly
while we unloaded on him

our hopes, our dreams,
our fears,

and he never judged,

never did anything
to disappoint.

That's--it's not like that
with real people.

We have a knack for
truly failing each other.

I--I told you to stop
contacting me.

- What if my parents saw you?
- Look, I just want to explain.

Why? Why? Why?
Why did you tell your parents?

I didn't mean to.
Your dad called them first,

and I--I just thought
maybe you told them already.

Look, all I said is,
"We were just kidding around."

Or you wanted this.

You wanted my life to be
as fucked up as yours is.

Well, I don't know
what you mean.

You know, all I've ever been
is nice to you.

You know, even when you lost it
and everyone turned on you.

I know. I know.
You've been my best friend.

I'm not your friend.

Okay?
I feel sorry for you.

I--I pity you.

You know, the shit that
you pulled with Brian,

you know,
you probably came onto him,

probably forced him
to be with you.

You know that's not true.

And I was 13.

When you told me,
I was disgusted,

and I know that
everyone else will be too.

Shelby...

Look, I know you've been,
like, "sick" mentally,

and that's why...

What?

What, when they 5150'd me?

Is that what you're gonna say?

I just mean that--that maybe...

maybe on top of all
your other issues,

you're, like, overly sexual
or something.

Shelby...you kissed me.

Shut up.
Shut up!

It's okay.

I know you're going through
stuff.

I see you...

...and I will never judge you.

Stay the fuck away from me.

He's cold.

Well, million-dollar question
is...

Who gets to keep him?

Leah gets my vote,

help make the transition
from Jeff to whoever's next.

We could just
pass him around...

like the Stanley Cup,

like how they do
all over the USA.

You know, like, USA!
USA!

Shelby,
you--you love America so much.

USA!
USA!

Do you think she's okay?

Hey.

I thought you might want this.

There might be a photo-op
frenzy when rescue gets here.

Thanks.

- Here, let me help you.
- No, I got it.

Are you sure?
Because it's in really deep.

Yep, yep.

Okay, it's stuck.
I just...

It's stuck.

- It's just stuck.
- It's okay. It's okay.

Just chill.

Chill.
We'll get it out.

- We'll get it out.
- Can you get it out?

Can you get it out?

Just let me help you.
I can take it...

No, no, no!
It's all ruined.

It's ruined, it's ruined,
it's ruined,

it's ruined, it's ruined!

What are you talking about?

- It's all ruined.
- No, it's not.

Shelby!
Shelby!

No!
No!

Shelby, it's not worth it.
It's not worth it.

I don't fucking want it!

I don't fucking want it.
I don't want it.

- Aww.
- That is so cute.

My boyfriend bought me flowers
last night.

Hey.

Hey, do you have
any Vaseline, by chance,

for these guys?

And that was Miss Dallas.

Look what happened.

- Thank you.
- Can't be, right?

Shit, I think it is.

You know who's friends
with her?

Up next,
everyone welcome Miss Austin!

What?

Shelby, I'm so, so sorry.

It's just so awful.

And now everyone welcome

Miss El Paso County!

Okay, can someone tell me
what's going on already?

It's Becca Gilroy.

Apparently, her mom found her
in her car.

The ambulance came,

but it was too late.

She was still alive when they
got to the hospital,

but she didn't make it.

Whoo!

And now, performing
in the talent round,

the contestant from
Fort Travis, Shelby Goodkind!

Shelby, don't be shy now.

Shelby Goodkind!

I don't know.

Get ready.
Coming hot.

I'm gonna have a little myself.

Look at you,
Captain Paleo, having dessert,

- Living dangerously.
- Yeah.

I ought to let loose,

seeing as how
we're celebrating.

Your sister brought home
the hardware again.

I thought hardware
was, like,

tools and nails and stuff.

It's an expression,
honey.

What's up, Shelbs?
Something happen?

No, I'm--

I'm all good.
I'm just tired.

You know, Shelbs,
I've been thinking about it,

and you're right.

That flipper's a problem.

And like any flaw,

if you have the means
to take care of it, you should.

Let's get you those permanents,

Dave, the doctor
told us we should wait

till she's 18 to make sure
she stopped growing.

He went over and over
how dangerous and painful

it would be for her.

He could not have been clearer.

Well, Jill,

if it can be fixed...

pain's worth it.

Right, Shelbs?

Yeah, yeah.

We'll do it over summer break,
get it taken care of

once and for all.

Thanks, Daddy.

Let's just say
I had very different plans

for the summer
than where I ended up.

It would seem,
according to some intel

that we've gathered,
that this day

was a turning point of sorts...

because after that,

everything started
to deteriorate.

Would you agree
with that statement?

The unfortunate incidents

we're looking into started
to occur shortly thereafter.

That's why we're asking.

Shelby...

I'm done talking.

Sorry.

We still have two hours left
and a lot of ground to cover.

You think I give a shit?
I'm done.

All right, look,
let's just wrap this up.

No, we're not setting
that precedent, Agent Young.

Look how desperate you are
for me to spill,

and I know things that
you would die to find out,

things that would blow
your fucking mind,

but I'm not saying a word
until you let me see her.

Well, the quarantine
order's still in place,

and we're not in the business
of bargaining, so moving on.

I'm not saying a word...

until you let me see her.

You're asking to see Toni,
right?

Not her.

Leah.

Hey.

So everybody thought
I went insane yesterday,

and you were like,
"Hold my beer."

Sorry,
I didn't just come to crack

cringey meme jokes.

I, um...

I wanted to apologize...

for all that

and tell you as somebody
who's already gone

pretty much off the rails...

you should try to go easy
on yourself.

I know we can't blame it all
on where we are,

but this place,
this situation...

...it makes you go crazy.

For 16 days, actual death has
been hanging over our heads...

and, yet, the only thing I seem
to give a shit about is love.

Total fucking psychosis, right?

Isn't that what
we're all afraid of...

...that we won't be loved...

...that we'll be all alone?

Leah.

- Thank you.
- Of course.

Train wrecks unite.

I may never eat again.
That woman is a sadist.

I'll never schedule lunch
with her again.

She can have coffee.

Where do we stand?

You'll be happy to know
Alex's presence

didn't derail things.

Apparently, Martha was
under the influence of THC

at the time she ran into him,

thought he was that mannequin
come to life.

Halle-fucking-lujah.

I still wish I could fire Alex,

but he's more dangerous to me
as a disgruntled ex-employee.

He felt really bad,

if that makes you feel
any better.

No, it doesn't.

Now what about the plane?

The money's been wired,

so this rogue pilot

ought have been dealt with.

Your contact said everything's
been handled,

and your hands are clean.

Wonderful.

What?

Tom, what?
Out with it.

No, we're happy
everything's been dealt with,

it's just, um...

Did you have the pilot killed?

What?

I'm sorry.
Who do you think I am?

I hired a hacker
to change the GPS of the plane

so that if our guy
suddenly wakes up

with a do-gooder sense
of responsibility,

his coordinates would lead
authorities to

a lovely little island
with a sweet beachfront hotel

that makes killer mai tais.

You honestly think I would have
the pilot killed?

No, I--I didn't.

I'm a researcher,
not a murderer.

Now listen.

We'll need to keep a close eye

on the girls.

This non-rescue may really
change the dynamics.

Of course.

This experiment
is like having a kid.

The moment you think
you understand

what you're dealing with,
it changes again.

Beep, beep!
Coming through.