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HERO: Previously on Y The Last Man...

NORA: I have White House credentials.
I worked for the President. Nora Brady.

OFFICER: You're not on the list.

-You smell that?
-There's nobody here.

HERO: It looks like your leg is hurt.

That is infected.

Where are you two staying?

I mean, we could be really good here.
We could start over.

I can't. Shit.

-SAM: No, no, no, no!
-She's a doctor!

She's hurt, right? Your friend?
She can help.

-(GUN FIRES)
-No!

-Her, we can help. What's she need?
-She needs antibiotics.

WOMAN: We have beds. Food.

What happened to Kate? You're all
pretending like nothing happened.

We're not allowed to be alone with you.

What's the first thing
men usually say to you?

Okay, Roxanne, that's enough.

She lost her father,
her eight-year-old brother.

She's grieving.

Welcome, Athena.

(ALL CHEERING)

This place isn't all bad, right?

They don't want me here.

I'd like you to stay. And join us.
You can be whoever you want here.

ROXANNE: Kate, you're past the perimeter.

You shouldn't be out here.

I can't keep you safe
if you don't follow the rules.

I'm fine.

Let's get you dry. You must be freezing.

-I'm fine!
-No. Kate, just listen to me...

-Just stay away from me!
-No, no. Just stop. Okay?

-I'm just gonna go, okay?
-No.

-I won't tell anyone.
-No, no, no. Just listen to me...

-Kate!
-(GUN FIRES)

What is wrong with you?

Goddamn it!

God...

Fuck!

-Get inside! Now!
-GIRL: Were those gunshots?

-Everybody inside! Tac positions!
-What's going on?

-Who's out there?
-Where's Kate?

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(GUN FIRING)

Holy shit.

All right, hold up. Taylor, you gotta
plant your lower body. Yeah?

You gotta really dig in down here. Yeah?

Watch Jodi.
She's like a redwood when she's firin'.

Well... Damn.

I don't think he'll mess with you again.

She's a natural, folks.

-(ALL CHEERING)
-WOMAN: Yeah! Good job, Hero. Yeah.

Men have told you what your body is for.

To be looked at, fucked,
impregnated, and then discarded.

They don't respect it, why should you?

But what if your arms were for holding,

your legs were for running,
and your body belonged to you?

We're stronger than they told us we were.

Right, Hero?

Yeah. Yes.

That's right. All right,
next group on the line. Let's go.

(CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

Hey.

You gotta try this.

SAM: I'm good.

You're gonna like it.

It's just not my thing. It's not...

-Give it a shot...
-What's goin' on?

Um...

I'm just not a gun guy.

-Oh.
-SAM: Uh...

But that's just me, so, go for it.

-What'd you do, Sam? Before all this.
-(GUN CLIP CLATTERS)

Uh...

-I was an artist. I worked in theater.
-You worked in theater?

Gah.

That sounds fun. Was that fun?

Sometimes.

What the rest of us are doing now,
is tryin' to stay alive.

Learning to protect ourselves rather than
askin' somebody else to do it for us.

You might need a little practicin'.

All right, on the line!

Let's go, Sam.

Ready, aim, fire.

(GUNS FIRING)

Hi, Mom.

We're in the lead. We're in the lead.

(KIDS LAUGHING)

She's such a great kid.

We all really like her.

-Oh. Yeah. Thanks.
-MACKENZIE: Hi, Mom.

NORA: I haven't seen her this happy
in a long time.

Where will you go?

What?

-Well, when you leave, I mean.
-I mean, we were planning to stay...

Oh, I just thought that
Roxanne had talked to you.

About what? Nicole?

(CHILD WHOOPS)

I shouldn't have said anything.

Fuck. I'm sorry.

What happened?
Was there a vote or something?

We don't vote.

(KIDS CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

Why are you doing this?
She's 12 years old.

Mac's healthy. She's feelin' better.
This was always temporary.

I'll do whatever you want.
Just tell me what it is and I'll do it.

This group isn't for everybody.

Give you a few more days
and then that's it.

-It's time. It's not personal.
-It feels fucking personal.

You'll find a group where you fit in.

This is your intuition?
You had a dream or something?

You don't like me because, what,
because I liked my husband?

Because I'm not 22?

You're angry. I don't blame you.

I know what it's like to wake up
in a life you didn't ask for.

I can't help you, Nora.
You're not our people.

(BAG ZIPS)

We'll die out there.

(SCOFFS)

Give yourself some credit.

You made it this far.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Police.

Make yourself known, right now.

If you do not wanna get shot.

(WOMEN BREATHING SHAKILY)

Police.

Anybody get eyes on the shooter?

-We didn't see anyone.
-We just heard gunshots.

Who's out there?

I don't know.
Didn't get a good look at 'em.

"Them?"

-More than one?
-ROXANNE: Two, at least.

You can't stay here. It's not safe.

We don't have anywhere else to go.

WOMAN: How'd you land this place?

Well, I used to shop here.

And then, after it happened,
I thought I would try to get some supplies

and get 'em to the people
that needed it the most.

But this place was chaos.

Looting.

People fightin', shootin' at each other.

Thought I had an obligation
to keep the peace.

Eventually, they got the message.
Stopped comin'.

So, I stayed.

There's a couple generators in the back
and rigged up some space heaters.

-You're a cop?
-Detective. Homicide. Eleven years.

Any idea who might've wanted
to take shots at your place?

My experience, this type of violence
isn't usually random.

Not really.

So, this house that you're living in,

that's like a group home situation,
domestic violence?

Yes, ma'am.

Hey, you don't have to call me "ma'am."

Habit.

-You don't trust cops, do you?
-Nope.

ROXANNE: Hey, I don't blame you.

Police don't always believe you. Right?

They don't want to get involved
in the romantic drama.

But in homicide, we see what happens
when a woman isn't listened to.

We've heard rumors that some men survived.
Is that true?

Yeah, could be.

Think one of your boyfriends found you,
tried to take a shot at the house?

If there are men left,
Nicky's boyfriend's not one of them.

That fucker's dead for sure.
He's too dumb to survive.

(ALL LAUGHING)

So, who's the counselor, group leader?

Virginia. She left in the middle
of the night, right after it happened.

That's a kick in the soft stuff.

-Yeah.
-I always hated that bitch.

There it is. What's your name?

Kate.

I like you, Kate.

Your house is remote,
with one long road in,

woods all around, a lot of windows.

If it was safe before, it's not safe now.

You could stay here.
It's clean, warm, as safe as it gets.

Well, we promised each other
we'd stay together as long as we could.

Yeah.

That's beautiful. Really.

But I'm inviting all of you, of course.

You're all welcome here.

There was only one other girl
on the force, Patrol Officer Janet.

One day I'm in the break room,

I overhear a couple of guys
talking about her.

You know, her ass, her rack.
Nasty, guy shit.

So, I find her and I tell her, "Hey, just

"heads up,
watch out for these fuckers."

She tells me to keep away from her.
Says I'm jealous of the attention.

Maybe she just didn't like you.

What was that, Sam?

Nothing.

-Hero, you're up.
-HERO: No.

I'm askin' you.

(ALL CLAPPING)

Tell us about your dad.

He was an English professor.
He was really smart...

Um...

How'd he treat your mom?

-He loved her. He respected her...
-But...

I don't know what you want me to say.

You got siblings?
Or you wanna talk about Sam?

-I had a brother.
-Brother, okay. Okay. Tell me about him.

-He was one of the good ones.
-Interrogate that.

I had plenty of shitty guys
that we can talk about.

You had the same parents.

Same schools.

Same house.

How was your life different?

HERO: Well, we were
just different. (CHUCKLES)

He was the funny one.

I think you're funny.

-I think you're funny.
-Well, my parents were a lot harder on me,

but I was a lot harder to deal with.

-Because you're a girl.
-No. 'Cause I was a dick.

I have a temper.
I did shit they didn't like.

-Drugs?
-Sure.

-Men?
-Yeah.

But your brother, he was the good one.

Not exactly. I mean,
he was kind of a mess, too.

-Can we move on, please?
-Should we?

-No.
-No.

HERO: I'm sorry. It's just...

He was the only person in my family

that even remotely understood me.

Sure.

He didn't judge you. He loved you.

But I wonder...

What he'd say about you
when you weren't in the room?

I don't know. I wasn't in the room.

When your parents were angry at you,
he stuck up for you?

-He didn't like to fight, but...
-ROXANNE: So, he didn't?

I didn't say that.

Behind closed doors, he had your back.

But, when push came to shove,
he was quiet.

What was that, I wonder.
Maybe he was okay with your struggle.

What do you think, Sam?

Maybe his life felt better by comparison.

I know the way.

I know the route,
that's where I came from.

They'll let us in if Hero's with us.

-I could help you get there...
-It's not up to me.

Well, she can't be that stubborn, can she?

I know things were tense,
but come on, she...

I can't speak for Hero.

You can talk to her.

She listens to you.
I know you don't like it here either.

Did I give you the impression
that we're friends?

Is this about who I worked for? The bill?

You wanted to play sports,
and you couldn't, I get it.

It wasn't me, I didn't write it.
Honestly, none of that matters now.

That's a position to take.

-Sam!
-Not everything is about me being trans.

I just don't trust you.

And I never played any fucking sports.

If you'd listened,
you would've known that.

NORA: This place has everything, for now.

But there aren't any more trucks coming.

Sooner or later, the food will run out.
What happens then?

Good luck.

I, uh, found a map.

Smithhound Lake is only
a few days' hike from here.

It's all summer places.
They'd be empty. We'd have our pick.

Come on. You and me in a tacky mansion
on the water, I mean...

We could start our own thing.

You know, with people like us, or artists,
or, well, just not so many guns.

It's not a bad idea to learn how to shoot.

Yeah, okay, that's not really the issue.

Then what's the issue?

This isn't us.

I'm tired, Sam.
I don't wanna do this right now.

'Cause being in a cult
is fucking exhausting.

God, give me a fuckin' break.

Just join the NRA while you're at it.

You know what, it's good here.

They've got food. They've got clean water.
Why are you trying to fuck this up?

You get that this is shitty for me, right?
I mean, you get that.

It's shitty because you're fighting it.

They keep talking about
how terrible men are.

Okay, but everybody likes you.

So, which is it? They like me
because I'm not really a man,

or I am, and I'm just another
fuckin' serial killer or rapist?

-Sam...
-No. Honestly, it's fucking confusing.

One second Kelsey is all over me

and then the next,
she literally can't look at me.

Kelsey's "all over you?"

Okay.

Hero, a fucking cop. A cop.

Playing therapist, making you hate
your dead brother. That's a joke.

She's not wrong.

That's bullshit. You're...

You know what? I have an idea.

Why don't you just, like,
make the most of it here?

Fuck Kelsey if it'll cheer you up!

Oh, my God. Hero, what the fuck?

I mean it!

She is better for you, anyway.

She's sweet and a little bit dumb.

Better for me?

Than what?

Than you?

I am smart enough to know
the second I have you to myself,

that just starts the clock.

And then it's only a matter of time

till I'm in the discard pile
with all the rest of them.

"All the rest of them?"

Just say you don't want me
'cause you think I'm a whore.

-I don't think that. You do.
-Why didn't you go with them to Vermont?

You know why!

You are my family. Okay?
You are all I have.

So, just come with me, please.
Just come. We can go tonight.

It could be good here.
You've got me, I've got you.

No. No, you don't.

You never have.

If you loved me the way I love you,

you would keep a single fucking promise.

But you can't.

And I am so stupid for ever thinking
that you could...

ROXANNE: That's enough.

Leave her alone.

I am talking to my friend.

Doesn't sound like it to me.

Can you give us a fucking minute? Please.

-Apologize to Hero.
-Roxanne, I'm fine.

-He doesn't get to talk to you like that.
-Sam, just say you're sorry.

No.

-Sam.
-No. I'm not sorry.

I am not. This place is fucked up.
And you know it.

HERO: We're just tired.

He's just tired.

Please, Roxanne, I'm fine.

Okay.

All right, everybody, show's over.

I knew you were stealin'.

I just didn't know
where you were hidin' it.

Well, it's just enough for me.
For a couple days.

Well, you better get goin',
she'll be awake soon.

She's a good person. She just...

I know she is.

We'll take care of her.
She's not your problem anymore.

(GRUNTING)

Shit!

Okay.

Fuck.

Come on.

Jesus.

(HORSE SNORTS)

Hi.

It's okay. I won't hurt you.

(HORSE WHINNIES)

(CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

She's home.

(GIRL EXCLAIMING EXCITEDLY)

(SNIFFLES)

You don't need to do that.

I just thought that maybe
we could use this space

for something else.

(SNIFFLES)

Did he tell you he was leaving?

Kelsey saw he was hiding
a stash of supplies.

He's been stealin' for a while.

I don't think he's comin' back.

Yeah.

Hey.

Come here. Come here.

-Aw.
-(HERO SOBS)

Hey, look at me.

He doesn't deserve you.

I promised him that
we were gonna stick together.

Yeah, well,
he broke that promise, not you.

You know my husband left me?

Eddie.

(SCOFFS) He was a fuckin' asshole.

God, but he made me laugh.

We were together since high school.

I put up with so much shit from him.

I thought he'd stick with me
when times got tough,

but I should've known better.

Men aren't good at staying.

Fuck him. Yeah?

(SNIFFLES)

I got just the thing to cheer you up.

What is this?

It's a "Fuck 'em" party.

What is it, Jodi?

It's a "We're better off
without 'em" party.

But I thought...

Our bodies are temples? They are.

-And who do they belong to?
-WOMEN: Us!

And if we wanna throw a party
in our fuckin' temple,

we throw a party.

-WOMEN: Yeah!
-Kelsey.

Some asshole's boner pills.

We don't need that shit anymore.

Chuck it in the fire.

Come on.

They're waitin' for you.

-(SCREAMS)
-(ALL CHEERING)

Yeah!

(RHYTHMIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(INAUDIBLE)

(WOMEN CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

Kiddo. Come here.

-I'm dancing.
-Just for a minute, okay?

You look so cute.

I was thinking, um...

Maybe we could go back home.

There's nothing there.

I mean, back to D.C. To the city.
They have big camps there.

What happened? Did you do something?

No, no. What? No.

Are they making us leave?

No, no, no. No. No, no, no.

No. There's too many of us here.
We're better off on our own.

I'm not stupid.

-I know they don't like you.
-Hey.

-I'm not leaving.
-Hey!

-I'm not leaving!
-Mac!

-I like it here. I have friends here!
-That's enough! Hey!

-Dad would've let me stay...
-Daddy's not here! You're stuck with me!

Mackenzie, Mackenzie,
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

(MUSIC PLAYING IN BACKGROUND)

(BOTTLE CLATTERS)

Oh, my God. Wake up.
Wake up. Hero. Hero, wake up.

(ALL CLAMORING)

The building is on fire.
We have to get outside. Right now!

Come on. Come on. Mac! Mac!

WOMAN 1: Everybody out!
WOMAN 2: Okay, let's go!

(ALL COUGHING)

Is everyone okay?

(PANTING)

Fuck.

(GRUNTING) Mother...

Goddamn it!

(SHOUTING)

(SCREAMING)

(CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

Okay.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(ENGINE GRINDING)

Oh, shit.

Holy shit. Oh, shit.

(CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

(WOMEN SCREAMING)

ROXANNE: Police.
Make yourself known, right now.

(OMINOUS NOTES PLAYING ON PIANO)

-WOMAN: Yeah!
-Jesus Christ!

-(LAUGHING)
-Who are you? What are you doing here?

But can you play Chopsticks?

I'm Mrs. Blackwell.

Principal Blackwell.

I'm Sam. You're...

-You're still here?
-Of course.

One day the children will be back.

Well, that was impressive.

Is that what you did before?

Oh, music? No.

I was an artist, kind of, but not this.

-What kind of an artist?
-The struggling kind.

That doesn't really narrow it down.

No. Um...

-Just performance art. Just theater.
-And now?

(PLAYS NOTE)

Um...

I'm leaving. I'm sorry.

Take your time.

(SOFTLY) It's okay.

Play it again, Sam.

This has been the highlight of my day.

-(PLAYING CHOPSTICKS)
-(LAUGHS)

(MRS. BLACKWELL VOCALIZING)

Fuck me.

Okay, are you counting illiterate?
This is 29.

-Not 25.
-I'm sorry. I'll start over.

You said you'd put the fire out
before we went to bed.

-I never said that.
-What would make you say that?

So, all of this is my fault then?

Come on. It's nobody's fault.

She didn't put it out,
and the whole building went up in flames.

-If you weren't so fucked up last night...
-Cut it out.

JODI: Fuck off, Roxanne.

-ROXANNE: What did you say?
-You heard me.

-Say it again.
-You see? You see what I mean?

-GIRL: Where are we gonna go?
-We could go back to the house.

GIRL: I can't breathe...

WOMAN 1: Okay, a couple of days walk
to the Baltimore camp. Come with me.

WOMAN 2: There's not enough
food for everyone.

WOMAN 3: Do you think that
would be helpful?

But it's a good find, right?

You okay?

Really?

Yeah.

My mom and I never got along.

I left home when I was 17
and I never came back.

-She died a few years later...
-What are you fucking talkin' about?

I know your mom a little bit.
I know how tough she can be.

But I promise you whatever happened,
she forgives you.

We can leave tonight. I know the way.
I could get us to the Pentagon and...

I'm not going there.

WOMAN ON TV: We see what happens
when a woman isn't listened to.

I can't even look at him, psychopath.

MAN ON TV: You wanna take
the perp walk or should I?

(WOMAN PANTING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

(GASPING)

(LAUGHS AND EXHALES)

(VULTURE CALLS)

(WATER SPLASHING)

(SIGHS)

What's wrong with people?

(SIGHS)

(DOOR SLIDES OPEN)

(DOOR SLIDES OPEN)

(GUN COCKS)

-(GUN COCKS)
-WOMAN: (SCREAMS) No!

(GUN FIRES)

-(GUN FIRES)
-(GROANING)

(GUN FIRING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GUN FIRES)

(SIGHS)

(ROXANNE SIGHS)

None of this is salvageable.

I don't know if you know this,
but I used to work in politics.

You have a communications problem.

I'm pretty tired, Nora.
Can we talk about this later?

We're gonna talk about it now.

It's smart as a jumping-off point.

A common enemy. Men.

And with the histories of the women here,

-that was compelling.
-The fuck are you talkin' about?

Problem is, the men
who beat the shit out of them,

who made their lives miserable,
they're all dead.

And it wasn't your magnetic personality
and leadership skills

that kept these women around.

You had stuff they wanted,
and that's about it.

I don't have time for this right now.

Honestly, I don't know
why you're still here.

-You need me. You just don't know it yet.
-Oh, yeah? Why would I need you?

Because I know how to get them to stay.

Your instincts are strong.

But you're not as good a liar
as you think you are.

I went for a walk down by the river
and I saw something interesting.

Why were you outside the perimeter?

-I found that police car.
-That police car?

-That's right.
-What police car?

You killed those people, didn't you?

(SCOFFS) You sound insane.

Whatever it is that you think you know...

The only thing that will
keep you safe out there is numbers.

You don't need the building.

You need the people.

But to keep them,
you're gonna need more than "Men suck."

What do you expect to get out of this,
I wonder.

I'm in the inner circle from now on.
You run things by me.

And I want privileges.
Mac and I eat first.

-That's not how we...
-If there's not enough,

you'll make sure there's enough for us.
We get first dibs on everything.

And you'll never talk about
my husband or my son.

Ever again.

It's up to you.

You can go out there and tell them
the truth about what you are,

or you can go out there

and be the thing
you so desperately want to be.

TERRY: You don't get to fire people.

How many times do I tell you that?

You would have done the same...

It's too much of an ass-ache for me,
it ain't gonna happen.

-Terry, I am...
-Assistant Manager.

Assistant. This is a "you" fuck-up.
Don't you forget that.

Travis, stop drawing titties
on the mirrors in the break room.

That all? Okay.

The breast drawings are not the issue.
He grabbed Jenna B's rear end.

I don't hear her complaining.

She doesn't have to,
because I did. Formally.

-If you could read...
-Goddamn it, Roxanne.

That's enough of your petty shit.

TRAVIS: I can read, Terry,
just so you know.

I don't care. And knock it off
with the dick pics, too.

You're on notice.
I get one more complaint about you,

I'll start taking shifts away. Understand?

TRAVIS: Yeah, Terry. Okay.

TERRY: Good. Go away.

That is not gonna do anything.
He's gonna keep...

Goddamn it, Roxanne.

I spend half my day
managing your bullshit.

-He's just a kid. Cut him some slack.
-He's 30 years old, Terry.

They've been playing grab-ass all year.
She likes the attention.

-Until she complains...
-She's a freakin' teenager, Terry.

-She doesn't wanna make trouble.
-Maybe learn something from her.

Look, I get it.
You've been here a long time

and you used to be the belle of the ball.

Are you saying that I'm jealous of Jenna?

Are you serious?

I'm just saying,

maybe you came back too soon?

Maybe you need to
take a few more weeks to rest.

Oh, yeah? How am I gonna
pay my freakin' bills?

Look, I wasn't gonna say anything,
but Britney saw you steal a box set.

-I did not steal anything...
-Law and Order, season ten.

I know. You've been
strapped for cash since Eddie,

but that's a fireable offence.

It was in the bargain bin, okay?
The package...

You can pretty much watch Law and Order
whenever you want.

Just turn on the TV and there it is.
Now my hands are tied.

I gotta put you on notice, too.

Jesus Christ, Terry. Really?

I don't know what to tell you.

You wanna be in charge?
Work somewhere else.

Now, I don't pay you to sit there
and complain.

Get your ass out there.

KELSEY: Okay, so, this one is will,

and this one is logic.

Your will line is bigger.

HERO: Doesn't surprise me.

I'm not dumb, you know.

Shit.

Kelsey, I didn't mean...

You know, Hero,
you can't get to know someone

unless you give 'em a chance.

You're right.

Okay.

Oh, my God. It's the Ring of Solomon.

Is that a bad thing?

No.

That means you'll serve others
for the good of mankind.

(CHUCKLES)

That doesn't sound like me.

Yes, it does.

Hey, everybody. Listen up.

What happened here is a tragedy.

Y'all know I had a bout of cancer
a few years back.

Took one of my tits.

Lost my health insurance
and my life savings.

Bunch of fair-weather friends.

My husband left me,

few months into the treatment.
Couldn't take the heat.

Fuck him. He wasn't some prize,
but that didn't feel good.

I could've given up, right then.

Thrown in the towel, you know?

What's a broke 45-year-old woman
with one tit and no man

good for in this fuckin' world?

You ever heard of the Amazons?

From Wonder Woman.

No, no. The originals.

Greek mythology. Warrior women.

Daughters of God. Whole city of women,
living on the bank of a river.

They made their own rules.

When people fucked with 'em,

when men fucked with 'em,
they never backed down.

They were killers, conquerors.

Sliced off one tit
so their arrows would shoot straighter.

I learned about that after my cancer.

When I was pickin' myself back up,
lookin' at all the pieces of my life,

tryin' to figure out
what any of it was for.

And instead of givin' up,
I thought about them.

There are so many women out there

who still think that
they have lost something.

But not us.

We celebrate the absence of fear.
We embody it.

This is an opportunity
to take what we deserve.

To be fearless.

Let the rest of them cower.

That is all that they were taught.
But not us.

We are warrior women!

Daughters of the Amazons,
and this is our world now!

(ALL CHEERING)

KELSEY: Yeah!

(WHOOPS)

ROXANNE: Yeah!

(WHOOPS)