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AGENT 355: Previously on Y The Last Man...

There's been an event.

The men are dead, Regina.

I am the President of the United States.

How is this not an immediate
constitutional crisis?

If we're a united front,
she'll fall in line.

Dr. Allison Mann, Harvard.

Boston's been hard to contain.
Violence, looting.

I can get him out of here.

When were you gonna tell us
about Regina Oliver?

We'll handle the situation.

(PROTESTERS YELLING)

A lot of people screaming conspiracy.

We need to talk about the pilots.

They're gonna be a problem.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

What happened?

How long till they realize
two helicopters are missing?

When they do, they'll look for the two
missing pilots that stole them.

When we're done with the scientist,
I'll help you find your girlfriend.

-I'm sorry.
-Well, we'll get to Boston by tomorrow.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(GRUNTING)

What do you think she's like?

"Hi, I'm Dr. Allison Mann from Harvard.

"Ever heard of it? I'm a geneticist."

It's like, put it away, you know?

Bet she makes a big deal
about not owning a TV.

AGENT 355: I don't care if you like her.

We just need her to do her job.

Okay, well, I'm just saying
we should be ready

for the possibility that she's terrible.

I do not care about her
as a person, Yorick.

Do you care about me as a person?

-Not even remotely.
-Yeah, I don't believe you.

What?

Oh, shit.

WOMAN: (OVER LOUDSPEAKER)
Clear the streets immediately.

For your protection,
this area will be going under curfew.

-Can you put your mask on, please?
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

(GUNFIRE IN DISTANCE)

You're a dark spirit, Boston.

WOMAN: (OVER LOUDSPEAKER)
Keep this area clear.

Stay down, stay down,
stay down, stay down.

YORICK: That's a lot of security.

Come on, let's move.

-We're leaving?
-Yeah. Move. Stay low.

Do not move, Yorick. Do not wander.

Plant roots here, understand? Mmm-hmm.

Good. Also, I value you
as a human being and as a friend.

And we are gonna find this Dr. Mann,

and then we'll get the fuck
out of this terrifying hellscape.

What are you... Okay.

Yeah. What's the game plan?

-Do not move. Do not...
-Wander?

Yes, I know.

Okay.

-Hey, Yorick?
-Yeah.

-Put your mask down.
-Yes. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

(YORICK SIGHS)

Yeah, what was I supposed to say?
She's never given me a knife before.

(AMPERSAND CHITTERS)

WOMAN 1 : Incoming. On foot.
Stop right there!

WOMAN 1: Hands up!
WOMAN 2: Identify yourself.

WOMAN 3: Stand down.

I'm Sergeant Nash,

82nd Airborne.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Why aren't you in uniform?

We were clearing debris on Fayette.

Assholes found a stash of grenades.

First Sergeant didn't want us
making their job easier on them.

Are you gonna let me through, Private?

I've had a pretty shitty day.
I'd like to take my shoes off.

Come on.

Jesus.

(CHITTERING)

(SHUSHING) Quiet, boy. Quiet.

(GUNFIRE IN DISTANCE)

Fuck. Come on, come on.

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

(CHITTERING)

Quiet. Or I'll tell her it was your idea.

(LOCK CLICKS)

-She one of ours or one of theirs?
-She's one of Harvard's.

(CHUCKLES) We count those as ours.

High value?

-She's a geneticist.
-All right.

Yeah.

That's a lot of tear gas.
Haven't seen any rioters yet.

They like to ambush us,
catch us off guard.

We stay ready.

So what's the game plan?

We rile them up,

they stick their head out of whatever
hole they're hiding in... Hang on.

Good.

We hit 'em with the gas,

maybe a little nonlethal ammo.

Break 'em up for a couple hours.

They'll come back,
they'll rattle the cages for a while.

We'll get some sleep,
they'll get some sleep,

and we'll do it all over again tomorrow.

-What do they want?
-Attention.

A time machine. I don't know.

Answers. Get in line.

AGENT 355:
Just let them have the buildings.

What's so special about Harvard?

Research. Priceless art. History.

Somebody in Washington
wants to protect them, so...

They want to burn 'em down.

Your Dr. Mann's not on our list.

Okay, well, I need access to her lab.
The Science Center?

The Science Center was the first place
they got. It's gone.

And if your Dr. Mann was inside,
she's gone, too.

Ready when you are.

You're doing this right now?

Might rain later.

Shit.

STEPH: What are you doing in here?

Hey, answer me.

You're a friend, right?

Fucking act like it.

-WOMAN: Hey, open up!
-Drop it.

(POUNDING ON DOOR)

Let me in!

(RAPID GUNFIRE)

(COUGHING)

WOMAN: We have no clean water
and they've got unlimited tear gas?

Be useful.

It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

Okay. Okay, I'll get you.

I'll get you, get you, get you.

(GROANING)

Okay, okay, okay. All right.

(COUGHING)

You okay?

Camo fucks!

Get something to eat
before we go back out there.

Okay.

Fifteen minutes to clear the gas.

(EXHALES)

Waiting's the worst part.

Thanks.

Were you here in 2013 for the manhunt?

After the marathon?

Whole city locked down.

No one left the house.

Just waiting.

You got a place to go?

My brother's in Jamaica Plain
with a few guys.

They've got testosterone, if you need it.

Place to sleep.

It's got to be better
than being on your own.

I'm... I'm with a friend.

What, do you work at the zoo or something?

-Rescued from a lab.
-Right on.

Tom's above Bella Luna
if you ever need anything.

Tell him Steph sent you.

I'm Steph.

Yorick.

Hey, where'd they find him again?

The manhunt. I can't remember.

Hiding in a rowboat.

No one can hide forever
when the whole world's looking.

Hey. Hey, hey.

-Yeah, we gotta move. We gotta move.
-Okay.

They're tear gassing protesters. Come on.

-You okay? What happened?
-Nothing.

Hey, where's my knife?

I lost it.

Where the hell is Dr. Mann?

The lab's destroyed.
The science building's rubble.

Come on, we gotta move. Come.
Come on, move, move.

Let's go, let's go.

(DISTANT GUNFIRE)

REED: he Israelis land in an hour.

So they'll drop off Secretary Oliver,
then it's our show from Annapolis.

Armored caravans,
lead teams clearing roads.

Off-road vehicles if we need them.

-Okay. Good.
-Good.

-Yep.
-Good. Done.

I'd like to talk to you about those two
missing choppers, if you got some time.

I never have some time.

Let's do it now.

So, there is tracking software
in those birds, if we can get it working.

We've got a team on it.

Well, let's keep it small.

We can't spare the resources,
and we don't want rumors.

When Secretary Oliver gets here,

she will be greeted with full decorum.
"Welcome home.

"Welcome home."

And then at some point, we'll sit her down

and tell her how thankful we are,

I am, that she's alive.

And how much
we look forward to her joining us

in a senior position of some kind.

-Do not say, "of some kind."
-Wait! How senior?

I don't even think
that you should be there.

She might feel
it's some kind of a power grab.

It's not a power grab.

The Israelis should have kept her.

I wish they had.

Well, they didn't,
so we're stuck with her.

All right. Let's do this.

YORICK: I don't see a TV,
so that's still an outstanding concern.

STEPH: There was nothing in her file
about a kid.

Hey, check this out.

She's obsessed with this place.

YORICK: Yeah, my dad took us
to the Princeton Club for dinner,

like, three times a year.

It's, like, surf and turf,
half a frozen tomato

and three or four bottles of Chardonnay.

Princess, move.

Well, just give me another minute.
I'll get it.

You have 10 seconds.

-Ten, nine, eight...
-Can you just...

Okay, you know what?
That's too much pressure.

-Move, move, move.
-Yeah, okay. Do your thing.

(GUNSHOTS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(CLACKING)

YORICK: Well,
she's got to be here somewhere.

(CHUCKLES) Holy shit.

Oh, God.
I really don't want to say I told you so,

because I feel like that's...
That's beneath me,

but I freaking called it.

Look at this place.

You still don't think she's here?

You know what... You know what that is?
That is...

That's intuition. That's what it is.

-They don't teach that.
-Don't put your shit down.

He's a living being, okay?
He needs a break.

(AMPERSAND CHITTERING)

There we go, big guy. I know.
That was a loud noise outside.

You're pissed off
'cause you knew I would pick that lock.

You would not get that lock downstairs.

Give me five more seconds, I would.

Please... What the fuck?

AGENT 355: Yorick!

YORICK: Can you give me a hand?

Can you just...

-Move out of the way!
-I can't see shit.

-ALLISON: Get the fuck off me!
-Get out of the way!

Oh, shit.

It's her.

You're Dr. Allison Mann?

Do you mind?

Oh, my God.

We've been looking for you.
I'm with the federal government.

You've got a Y chromosome, don't you?

Yorick. Nice to meet you.

-(CHITTERING)
-All right, buddy. Hey, it's all right.

You okay?

(CHITTERING)

We're here on behalf of the President...

Will you please with...

What is that thing, anyway?

Hey, guys, please. He's not a thing. Okay?

His name is Ampersand.

-"He"?
-Yes.

You were together when it happened?

-I'm a person...
-I was gonna finish that.

You alone, meaningless.

-Cool.
-But you both together?

Two survivors? Two fucking together?

You've been selected by the President

to take your existing research,

and with unlimited access
to the last two survivors...

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Save the species. Got it.

Hey, little guy.

I'm not gonna hurt you.
I just want to say "hi."

-Hey, hey.
-(CHITTERS LOUDLY)

Sometimes he needs a minute
to warm up to people.

We're gonna need you
to get your stuff together quickly.

I'll contact the President.

Obviously, we can't stay if your lab's
been destroyed, but I'm sure

-we can get together a secure lo...
-No.

What?

Oh...

No, thank you.

I'm headed to San Francisco.

San... San Francisco seems far.

I lost 15 years of research from my lab.

Well, now you have two surviving subjects.

And none of the equipment
I need to do the work.

The only lab that has what I need
is in San Francisco.

Absolutely not.
There has to be something closer.

There isn't.

This research is controversial,
and not all of it is legal.

-Whoa, wait a second.
-The U.S. government

is especially puritanical

when it comes to anything
resembling human cloning.

-Human cloning? What the...
-Nobody's using the software I need.

You can't even buy it in the States.

So, we can waste the next 15 years

recreating my research and trying,

and failing, to replicate
highly-complicated software

made by extremely dead programmers,

or...

we can haul ass to San Francisco.

-Do you know that you're bleeding?
-What?

Oh, God. Yeah, it's fine.

-No. No.
-(GROANS) No, thank you.

This is... This is the last one.

-You keep saying that.
-This is for you.

You're all done.
You do know if he had bled out,

your special brand of genius would be
pretty much worthless.

I'm sorry, for, like, the tenth time,

that I thought the people
who shot down my door

might be here to do me some harm.

The tenth time? You haven't said "sorry"
not one damn time.

Yes, I have.

-BOTH: No, you haven't.
-But it's fine. Hey.

Stabbings happen, you know?

Let's just... Everybody just
pull it back a little bit with the...

I got to contact the President.
I got to let her know.

That we're going to San Francisco
to human-clone me? Yeah.

And, uh, maybe on the way,

may I suggest sunny Ohio?

How exactly were you planning
on getting to San Francisco?

I was gonna walk,

but since you've name-dropped
the President so many times,

maybe she could send a plane?

Mmm-mmm. His survival's classified,

and President Brown
needs to keep it that way.

You'd think that we could do
better than Jennifer Brown. (SCOFFS)

She's as vanilla as they come.

Nobody can know about him.

If those crazies find out he survived,
that stand-off out there just...

It turns into The Harvard Massacre.

By "those crazies,"
are you talking about the people...

The lunatics blowing up buildings,
screaming conspiracy.

Yeah. Who else am I talking about?

They think the government
isn't telling them something.

Well, that's not crazy.

On any given day, the U.S. government

has thousands of people
building secret shit

that could kill every single one of us.

-Weapons, viruses, AI...
-Okay. So let me get this straight.

Hey, have either of you guys heard the...

The tuna fish sandwich joke?

Have I... Have I told you that?

The tuna fish sandwich joke?
Does that ring a bell?

-Does that... It's like, "Tuna fish..."
-I'll be right back.

Neither of you leave this building.

-Where are you going?
-Are you leaving me with her?

I could be saying
the same thing about you.

Yeah, but I didn't stab you, so...

I'll be right back.

Stay put.

So, what's the joke?

YORICK: Hey, can we, uh...

Can we... Can we talk about this
for a second?

I mean...

Maybe... Maybe we should have a code word
or just a little meeting,

like a check-in sort of thing,
before you just leave me with a...

The sat phone's broken. Antennae's busted.

Yeah. I didn't... That wasn't me.

I'll find a new one. I'll call your mom,
be back in a couple hours.

-Hey. Hey, a couple hours?
-We need her, okay?

So just do your thing. Charm her.

Cha... Charm her? What, that's my thing?

I'm the charmer?

Okay, well, drive safe.

(SIGHS)

(SOFTLY) Drive safe?

They're storming statehouses,
governor's mansions,

-food banks.
-Okay.

If we could hold a press conference,

-we could mitigate some of the damage...
-Press conference?

(SCOFFS) Who the fuck's gonna watch it?
We don't even have the power on.

If a group of people
decide to take up arms

because of rumors, misinformation...

Then we have to shut it down, won't we?

No, we can't lose the statehouses.

Where are they getting
their information from now?

Word of mouth.
It's like a game of broken telephone.

No one knows what to believe.

Apparently, some of these groups
are circulating newsletters,

connecting dots that don't exist.

We are the government.

We can do better than newsletters.

Okay.

Yes? What? What is it?

We found a crash site
in the eastern Allegheny.

Definitely one, maybe both,
we're not sure.

The stolen choppers, ma'am.

Both? But we're not sure?

We only discovered the debris field
in the last 90 minutes,

but it's our equipment. We know that much.

How much is strewn about will help us
determine what we're looking at.

Human remains?

Not yet,

but a crash with a thousand pounds
of fuel onboard,

survival...

They're dead, ma'am.

They've got to be.

(INDISTINCT WHISPERING)

(DOOR OPENING)

You know, it's pretty clear
Jennifer had something to do

with those missing helicopters.

The pilots, Agent Burgin?

She sent them to look for Hero, right?

I... I get it. I get it. I...

If I had a child out there, I would do
everything I could to find them.

Except now we're down one helicopter,

and the pilots
that she sent out, Jennifer,

to fly it... It just...

It's... It's very, very bad.

I mean...

And Christine...

if you were involved, if you knew, I...

I don't have to tell you...

CHRISTINE:
Can you blackmail me some other time?

I'm not blackmailing you.

Hey.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Are you okay?

Hey. Are you okay?

Okay.

I think I'm having a miscarriage.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

Let me help, okay?

I got you. I got you.

I got you.

You're okay. I got you.

I got you. You're okay.

It's gonna be okay.

You're good.

I got you, okay?

GYNECOLOGIST: How many weeks?

Weeks? Uh...

Ten, maybe. I don't know.

Haven't had time to sleep, let alone...

And so many people miscarried,
so I just thought I'd...

Let's move that down
a little bit more, okay?

I don't want anyone to know about this.

Of course.

This stays between us.

What is it?

What's wrong?

See that, right there?

Right there.

That little flutter?

That is a heartbeat.

-There was so much blood.
-It's not uncommon.

Just a scare.

Is this your first?

It's not my anything.

Well, you are closer to...

12 weeks.

Is it a boy?

We'll need a blood test to know for sure,

but pretty safe to say
you're having a girl.

Take a listen.

(FETAL HEARTBEAT)

(VOICE BREAKS) I'm sorry.

There's just been so much death.

It's okay.

Don't worry.

Everything is gonna be okay.

(MOTORCYCLE APPROACHING)

WOMAN: Drop it.

-Okay, drop it!
-Okay.

Who are you?

You first.

(GROANS)

Damn it!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Drop it!

(GLASS SHATTERS)

(ROARS)

(YELLS)

How long are we gonna do this?

-This your house?
-Fuck no, this isn't my house.

We're both looking for her. Cut the shit.

She's not here.

I've been here three weeks.

Okay.

I'm 525.

355.

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

When'd she recruit you?

We must have come in around the same time.

Are you gonna say anything, or...

We're not supposed to.

We're not supposed to be here, either.

Did Fran give you this address?

She told me I was the only one
who had it, our secret.

Did she tell you that, too?

-Is your 1030 alive?
-Of course not.

(LOUD CLATTER)

What the fuck am I supposed to do now?

Where... Where were you when it happened?

Middle of an op in Michigan.

Years of recon.

They pulled me out, told me they were
sending me to the State Department.

They briefed me in a few weeks.

The day it happened
was my first day on the job.

Where were you?

Oklahoma.

They pulled me out,
sent me to the Pentagon.

First day of work when it happened.

That's a hell of a coincidence.

What? You think they knew?

We're not supposed to ask questions.

AGENT 525:
Took me a while to find all this shit.

It was hidden all over the house.

I found this under her bed. (CHUCKLES)

-You mind if I, um...
-Take whatever you want.

I got what I need.

(UNZIPPING)

She didn't use a tracer.

She doesn't want to be found.

Even by us.

But I'll find her.

She owes me an explanation.

It's really not her fault.

So, let me guess.

Foster care?

Juvie?

Where'd they find you?

We were chosen because we have no one.

That's not true.

So, what, she recruited you
off the debate team?

She ask your mom's permission?

(KNIFE CLICKS)

(SIGHS)

What are you gonna do if you find her?

I'm gonna put a bullet
in between her eyes,

and then I'm gonna live my life
like a person for the first time ever.

You should do the same.

(KNIFE CLICKS SHUT)

Did you draw all these dicks?

ALLISON: People grieve in their own way.

-You like teaching here?
-Not really.

My girlfriend's a PhD candidate.

Anthropology. She loves teaching.

Teaching is exhausting, unfulfilling,

and requires being around young people,

which is not something
I particularly enjoy.

I teach because I don't want
to work for the government

or some evil pharmaceutical monolith,

and I've got bills.

-Or I did.
-Sure, yeah.

Everyone... Everyone has a job.

-What's your job?
-I'm also a teacher.

-Oh,.
-Yeah.

Magic.

It's, like, card tricks,
escape artistry, sleight of hand.

What?

Does she always run off on secret missions
without informing you?

What, 355? Yeah.

That's kind of her thing.

355?

(SCOFFS)

What is that?

-You're supposed to call her that?
-I have asked these questions,

and yes, pretty much, yeah.

I'm supposed to call her that.

Uh, so, what's in San Francisco?

-The lab.
-Right.

The only lad that has what I need
to do the work properly.

Right. The lab. That's right.

It just sounds like
there's more to it than that,

-but what do I know?
-There is highly technical,

highly secret research in that lab,

the kind that only two people
in the entire world know about.

Two people. You and your secret
San Francisco boyfriend?

I'm gay.

-Oh.
-But I need this software

and years of data and samples,

15 years' worth,

before you're too old
to be reproductively interesting.

"Reproductively interesting"? Wow.

Okay. Uh...

Yeah, I thought... Can't men... Men can...

Sure, men can reproduce well past 40,

but should they?

After 40, the caliber
of your genetic material

is seriously downgraded,
if not entirely impaired.

Yeah, I'm 27.

You look older.

Okay. Well, it's kind of been
a bit of a stressful few months,

but thank you
for pointing that out, Doctor.

Is there anything else to drink?

There's... Chardonnay.

(EXHALES)

Ma'am?

Are you okay?

(EXHALES)

They said they'd call
when they got to Boston.

Why haven't they called?

They have identified the remains
of the two pilots from the crash.

General Reed confirmed a few minutes ago.

Nothing about Yorick.

(STRANGLED SOB)

Do you think...

I mean,

could she have killed those pilots?

No.

No, it was a horrible accident.

I mean, she said she'd take care of them.

Did she think I wanted...

She works for me.

Ma'am, this isn't your fault.
It was an accident.

Pull everything we have
on the Culper Ring. Whatever we can find.

She brought back hard drives
from her field office.

I want them decrypted.

Okay. I can enlist
some of our tech people.

Maybe a CIA analyst.

But what do we tell them it's about?

I'll worry about the cover story.
You just do it.

I need to find out
who the fuck my son is with.

-Are you okay? You seem...
-I'm fine.

I'm fine. I'm fine, ma'am.

Just tired.

Let's not be late.

We're so glad you're home.

You must be exhausted,

but everyone is so happy that you're home.

I'm just down the hall
if you need anything.

I'm sorry about your, uh, father.

He was a good man.

Thank you.

None of this turned out
the way he would have wanted it.

Regina, I know
we haven't always seen eye to eye.

When you were on The View,

you called me "strident."

None of that matters now.

This place is a Rachel Maddow fever dream.

(SHARP LAUGH)

We have to stick together.

How do I get my hands
on some decent hair dye?

I came out of that coma

looking like the Crypt Keeper.

Some of the women in the basement
have the drugstore box stuff. I...

-I could ask them.
-I haven't dyed my own hair

since I was a teenager.

It's actually not that hard.

I'm happy to help.

Your father won in a landslide,

and we still ended up
with socialists in charge.

Except you're here now.

People are gonna have to pick sides.

Rest up. You have friends here.

Oh! Sorry.

-I can come back.
-Oh, no, it's... It's fine.

It was... It was good to talk to you.

Thanks for stopping by.

I look forward to more time together.

Me, too.

Madam Secretary.

Madam President.

Suddenly so many Madams.

-That is true.
-Madam this. Madam that.

In here, there, everywhere. Madams.

Now more than ever, I... I guess.

I wanted to speak with you.

Oh, I'm sure you do.

You've got the run of the place.

Imagine you're not keen to give it up.

We're all working together.
All hands on deck.

As long as you're in charge.

Is there anything to eat around here?

I could eat just about anything

as long as it isn't hummus.

I'll see what I can do.

Thanks.

YORICK: Okay, can you... Can you
explain it to me just one more time?

They're deficient in an enzyme
called 5-alpha reductase

that converts testosterone
into dihydrotestosterone.

To dihydrotestosterone. That's... Okay.

Completely commonplace in a remote area
of the Dominican Republic.

Babies are born, assigned female,

only to discover male sex organs
that descend in puberty.

And then,

there's androgen insensitivity syndrome.

One in 20,000 genetically XY births
are resistant to androgens,

the male hormones,

and so babies are born
with internal testes

but typically female external traits.

Millions of women dropped dead that day,

some of whom had no idea
they even had a Y chromosome.

Can I ask you a question?

No, thanks.

Why this place?

Your apartment seemed nice enough.

I didn't have enough
Jim Crow-era stained glass at my place.

(SCOFFS)

Okay.

It's just, uh...

I saw the crib

-in your...
-And you made assumptions.

I don't have a kid.

O-Okay.

Just, you have a crib, though.

Men love to ask women about children,
don't they?

Didn't you just say that there's
no such thing as men and women?

Yeah, I didn't say there's no such thing.
I said there's infinite variations.

And the idea that I'll be working
to bring back men is reductive

-and ridiculous and beyond stupid.
-I'm sorry.

Look, I was just asking
because you seem sad.

I seem sad?

Look around you.

You understand how fucked we are, right?

(SOFTLY) Yeah.

If I can figure out why you survived,

and that's a big if,

and I can somehow figure out
a way to replicate it or replicate you,

and again, that's an even bigger if,

none of that even begins
to scratch the surface

of what we have lost.

Which is not, and I cannot
emphasize this enough...

men.

Not everyone with a Y chromosome is a man.

We lost so many people that day.

So many brilliant women.

And biodiversity.

Ha!

Because it's not just us.

It's monkeys.

Giraffes.

Tigers. (SNIFFLES)

Dogs.

Lemurs.

Koalas.

Coyotes.

(GRUNTS)

I don't envy you.

You won't have much of a life
from now on, will you?

Hey. We got to go.

Did you talk to my mom?

Your mom?

YORICK: Yeah, my mom is Jennifer Brown,
by the way.

You should probably know that.

-Wait a sec. Wait.
-I spoke with her.

We're authorized to continue on
to San Francisco.

Whoa, whoa. Wait, wait. Wait, what?

That's it? That's all she said?

She said hi, too.

Hey, listen, when I said...

She's less vanilla
once you get to know her. Uh...

They're using tear gas every 30 minutes,
so we'll move out after the next round.

Gear up.

-Hey.
-Yeah?

What's wrong with her?

Uh, she's drunk.

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

Okay.