All language subtitles for Yellowjackets.S02E01.WEBRip.x264-ION10.r

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

We're going
to motherfucking nationals!

Twenty-two out. Speed brake!

Get out!

The plane crashed,
a bunch of my friends died.

And the rest of us starved

and scavenged and prayed,

until they finally found us.

There's a lake.
- Look.

We're out of food, so the rest
of us are relying on you two,

which means you need to rely
on each other.

After they rescued us,

I lost my purpose.

I finally know
how to get it back.

Hello, Misty.
- Hey, Nat.

Taissa Turner has defeated

incumbent Phil Bathurst...

...to become New Jersey's

first Black woman
elected to the state senate.

But whatever they say about me,

I hope you know

it isn't true.
- I know.

You're not the bad one.

Is someone else the bad one?

Someone strung him up

and then tried
to cover their tracks.

We think it's the same person
who's blackmailing us.

Blackmail?

I just have a bad feeling
about this place.

Where's Van?
- She's alive.

Van needs
serious medical attention.

I am going to take the dead
guy's plane and fly south.

I was taught that visions were
God's way of communicating.

You must spill blood.

Blood?
- We're flying.

Fuck.

Who taught you
how to drive?

I'm Adam.
- Shauna.

We could be something.

Everything is on the Internet,

except for your boyfriend.

What if he's conning you, Mom?

I know about the blackmail.
- The blackmail?

Oh, my God, Jeff.
What did you do?!

I was gonna lose the store, Shauna.

So you blackmailed us?

We can get past this.
We can forget it happened.

No, Jeff, we can't.

Why not?
- I stabbed him.

Has someone seen
the mushrooms?

Uh, yeah,
they're in the stew.

I think Misty poisoned me again.

I think she poisoned
all of us.

Stop!
-

I don't love you. I'm gay.

Shauna.

Run.

I parked your car out front.

I even filled up your gas tank

and topped off
your wiper fluid.

Fucking bitch.
-

We won't be hungry much longer.

Shauna was fucking Jeff.

That's who's really responsible
for her little bundle of joy.

You were my best friend.

You're so obsessed
with yourself,

I'm surprised you're aware
other people even exist.

So maybe you should leave.

No.

No, no. Jackie.

Sheriff O'Conner
says Adam Martin

was last seen Monday,

say concerned family
and friends...

No! Get the fuck...

Who the fuck is Lottie Matthews?

And let the darkness
set us free.

"Seventeen"
by Sharon Van Etten

I know what you want to say

I think that
you're all the same

Constantly being
led astray

You think you know
something you don't

Downtown hot spots

Halfway up the street

I used to be free

I used to be 17

Follow my shadow

Around your corner

I used to be 17

Now you're just like me

Downtown hot spots

I used to be on this street

I used to be 17

I used
to be 17

Now you're half-shy

Wait.

Hanging on my block

Sun coming up

intriguing music

It's not like this Wicca
bullshit's doing us any good.

Well, you keep
coming back alive, don't you?

Thanks, Lott.

The investigation into
the cause of the accident

remains preliminary.

The crash site was
over 600 miles north...

Excuse me.
How many made it back?

Here they come!

They're over there. Let's go.

Can you tell us anything?

Taissa, what happened?

Misty!

Misty! Misty!

Who survived?

How did you survive the cold?

How'd you survive for so long?

Tell us something-- anything!

She hasn't said
a word since she's been home.

She-she barely eats,
she doesn't sleep.

She wanders the house
at odd hours.

We just don't know
what else to do.

I know what you want to say
- We're failing her.

You're frustrated, naturally,

but I've seen it before.

Cut to it, Doc.

Can you fix her?

I know that you're gonna be

You'll crumble it up

Just to see

Afraid you'll be

Just like me

Downtown hot spots

Halfway through this life

I used to feel free

Or was it just a dream?

Shut up.

Shut up.
Shut up. Shut up.

Shut up, shut up...
- Hey.

...just shut up. No!
- Hey.

They can make you better.

The same way
that they helped me.

The truth is,

nobody can help you.

I certainly can't.

There's only one person

who can really give you
what you're looking for.

You.
- Mm-hmm.

Your truest,

most authentic self.

That's why you're here.

So I can introduce you.

Right now,
there is a version of you

that knows exactly
who you really are

and what you really want.

A primal, elemental self.

hypnotic music

And there is nothing more
painful than hiding that self.

We want to blame the world
for our pain--

the parent
who didn't support us,

the lover
who didn't love us back--

but the truth is,

we are the ones
making ourselves sick.

And the rest of it...

...doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter. Right?

Because it isn't real.

It isn't real.

"No Return" by Craig Wedren
and Anna Waronker

It was cool, nothing fire

Nothing broke

Keep simple

Nothing tired, nothing old

Same as you

Same as you

Oh, so cute, so revival

So alone

Birthday suit, just a smile

No one home

Same as you

Same as you

vocalizing

No return, no return

No reason

No return, no return

No reason

No return, no return

No reason

No return, no return

No reason

Please state your name for the record.

Shauna. Sauna Sadecki.

Ms. Sadecki,
do you understand your rights

as I have explained them to you?

Yes. I-I do.

Why did you kill Adam Martin?

What? I-I didn't.

Didn't what?

I didn't murder Adam... whoever.

I... I didn't murder anyone.

I never said
he was murdered.

But... Well, you said
someone killed him.

So, how was the sex?

Mind-blowing, or just,
like, really, really hot?

They're definitely not
going to ask me that.

Oh. So,

he couldn't get it up, huh?

Is that why you murdered him?

Okay, so,
I think we're done here.

But we're just getting started.

[scoffs] Talking
to the cops isn't as easy

as it looks on TV, clearly.

What's that supposed to mean?

Seriously?

It means you were a disaster.
- I...

The only thing you should
ever say to the police is,

"I want my lawyer."

That's why I put it
on the cookie.

Okay. Well...
this has been fun,

but I-I think I'm gonna go.

No. No, you can't leave.

Uh, Taissa and Natalie
aren't even here yet.

Misty, they're an hour late,

which is actually on time
for people who,

you know, aren't coming.

But I made punch.

Well, this is just great.

You know, I try to do
something nice,

try to help my friend
cover up her crime of passion,

and what do I get?

You know, I have a lot
at stake here, too.

I know, but we were careful,
right?

We missed something.

I can feel it.

You got rid of
all of Adam's stuff?

Um, yeah. Yes. I...

Of course I did.
- You hesitated.

No, I didn't.

And your journals, too?

Yes.
- Answered too fast that time.

Misty.

Okay. Fine.

But, before you go,

you should take
some Hawaii 5-0 punch.

It's just
regular Hawaiian punch,

but I gave it
a snazzier name.

And I can give you
a Tupperware container,

and I can lend you a ladle,

and then you can have,
like, a punch kit.

Just let me know if you'd like
to take anyone to the playroom

to get better acquainted,
Ms. Turner.

Or should I say
Madam Senator?

Oh, uh...

That's not necessary.

I-I'll just take that one. Steve.

Is it okay
if I meet you out front?

I have to make some calls.

Well, there's some paperwork
to fill out, but...

I'll take care of it.

I phone banked for you.

Thank you.
Every vote counted.

Oh, no, I just...

It meant a lot to me,
that's all.

After these last few years,
to be able to support

someone who's the real thing,

that's a big deal.

For a lot of us.

Look,

we ruffled a lot of feathers
with our rhetoric,

so now we have to,
I don't know,

smooth them, or whatever
the fuck you do with feathers.

- Right.
- You'll have to meet

with the teacher's union
and start managing them,

considering there's no way
that we can deliver

half of what we promised.

Oh, and I'm setting up a tour
of the country club circuit.

We're gonna need a lot more cash

if we're gonna get you reelected.

Reelected? I--
-

I haven't even
taken office yet.

Is that Biscuit?

Look, I'll-I'll call you back
later, okay?

slow, intriguing music

"Reviewed Martin's last
credit card statement. Stop.

Don't ask how. Stop.

Definitely no mail fraud involved. Stop.

Wink. Stop."

Oh, my God.
Enough with the telegram bit.

"Okay, I feel like the telegram
bit has run its course."

Anyway,
it's mostly predictable stuff.

Car insurance, cable,
Internet, lots of Postmates.

But then, charges
for a nice restaurant,

mini-golf,
La Perla lingerie.

Come on, people. We all know
where this is going.

It's always the husband.

Unless, that is,
it's the mystery lady friend.

No!
-

slow, dramatic music

It's okay.

He's grasping at straws.

Bring it down!

'Sup, Mrs. S?
- Hey, Kyle.

Hello, Callie.

Oh, good, attitude voice.

Fine. Never mind.

You should probably go, too.

I have to study
for my bio test.

Yeah, right.

I'm serious.

Jesus, don't be so clingy.

I'll call you later,
all right?

Fine. Whatever.

Everything okay
with you and Kyle?

Actually, no. I might have
to break up with him.

Unless I get lucky
and he just disappears.

Is there something
you want to ask me, Callie?

Is there something you want
to tell me, Mother?

What do you want from me?

I don't know.

You could start by not acting
like everything is normal.

It was on the fucking news, Mom.

Please, just watch your mouth.
- You watch your mouth.

Well, that
doesn't even make sense.

Dad deserves to know
what is going on, okay?

What happened between
me and Adam was a mistake,

but it's over now.

And besides, your father
already knows, so...

Wait.

You told him?
- Yeah.

I told him.

Oh, my God.
How could you do that to him?

What? You just said...
- You are so fucking selfish.

"Drown"
by The Smashing Pumpkins

All right, buckle up, Shipman.

Your future is decided.

You are going to...

live in an apartment,

in New Jersey...

Mm-hmm.
- ...as a stay-at-home mom,

with $1 million dollars

and married to...

Jeff.

So, basically,
I'm gonna be my mom.

Great. This was fun.
- Come on.

Your mom definitely doesn't
have a million dollars.

Touché, asshole.

Well, whatever.

I don't want to talk about
the future, anyways.

I'm all about
living in the moment.

Fuck.

Okay.

Okay.
- You're getting better.

Is that from...

It's fine.

It's worth it.

You've been sleeping
through the night

since we thought of that.

It's not worth it
if it's hurting you.

I told you, you should just
lock me up there at night.

The others wouldn't
have to know.

Yeah, okay, Rapunzel.

It's my decision
to be up there with you.

Not yours.

Maybe I just want you
to tie me up.

You ever think of that?
- Shut up.

Shut up. Stop.

You should add more herbs.

I am about to.

Okay, where the hell is Shauna
with the meat?

Seriously? Are we just
not gonna talk about

how she's out in the meat shed
all day with dead-ass Jackie?

Mari, leave it alone.

It's been two months.

Give her some time.

All right?
She's still grieving.

Yeah, or she's gone
full-on Norman Bates.

What do you guys think
they're talking about?

Guys.

Gods of the dirt?

Their dumb jock boyfriends?

Who gives a shit?

Crystal.

Enough with the fucking singing.

Okay? You're driving us nuts.

I wasn't singing.

I was humming.
- Cool.

Fucking stop.

How'd it start, anyway?

You and Jeff?

If you don't want
to talk about the future,

maybe we should
dig into the past.

That's probably
why I'm still here.

You're, like, holding on
to me or whatever.

That's, like, haunting 101.

Fine.

What do you want to know?

How'd it start?

Remember that party in Holmdel

when the cops came
and everybody ran away?

You know, you jumped
in Jamie Hoffman's minivan,

and the cops were
rounding people up,

so we ran through the backyard
into the woods.

After that, we just...

um, started walking.

Keep going.

Well, you guys had just had
your, like, millionth fight,

and I guess you told him
you weren't sure

if you wanted to be
with him anymore.

He was pretty messed-up.

That is such bullshit.

We were fighting
because he said he wasn't sure

how much longer
he could be with someone

who wouldn't have sex with him.

So, yeah, I told him
I wasn't sure

I wanted to be with someone
who felt that way.

Jackie, I...

I didn't know.

But you did.

slow, dramatic music

So, what happened next?

Did he kiss you?

Holy shit.

You kissed him.

Why?

I don't know.
- Yes, you do.

Go on, say it.

Say it, Shauna.

I want to hear you say it.
- Stop.

No, no, no, no, no.

What? Shit.

No, no, no, no, no, no.
Shit, shit.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

No.

I had to cut back
the rations again.

There's not much left.

slow, tense music

It's the wife.

Hold on a minute.

Uh, McDonald's,
chicken nugget department.

I'm sorry, did you say
"chicken nugget department"?

I sure did.

Because I'm selling six-pieces
like it's my job, baby.

Well, it is,
I mean, it is my job,

but I mean,
I am doing it like a boss.

I sold three living room sets today.

I sold a sectional today.

Shauna?

- You there?
- Yeah.

Everything okay?

He had an art studio, Jeff.

Adam.

Shit.

- You know where it is?
- I think so.

I-I-I think it's near
the Jolly Hitcher.

Oh, you've been there?

No, no. Never. Never.

Okay.

What's in there, you think?

That's the problem.

I don't know.

Sammy!

Huh?
-

No way! A puppy!
- That's right, bud.

Sammy, Steve. Steve, Sammy.

Sammy, no! Stop right there!

Oh. I'm sorry, Simone.

I tried calling.
- You stay the fuck

away from him.
- What?

Okay, what's going on?

Everything's okay, baby.

Go wait for me over there
by the fence.

Look, your mom and I,
we just...

we just need to talk
for a minute. Okay?

Looks like we got a crossed
wire situation, Sam-wich.

Let's just do what Mommy says.
I'll call you later, okay?

I love you.

What the fuck is going on?

I found that...

that thing in the basement.

What thing?

You're not well.

And if you don't get help--
and I mean real help--

you will never see Sammy again.
- Simone, wait.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Well, then maybe
I should put it into terms

that you will understand.

If you don't step down
from office

and seek treatment
for whatever this is

that is happening to you,

I will have no choice
but to go to the press.

Do you understand that?

Jesus.

Come on, baby.

Fuck.

tense music

What is that?

Javi.

Javi. Javi.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. It's okay..

It's just a fox.
It's just a fox.

Travis, come on.

Hey. Hey.
-

You're good.

Come on.
- I... Sorry. Sorry.

We should probably
head back soon.

It's gonna be dark.

We need to be
searching out further

and getting up earlier.

Javi could've found
another cabin, or...

I don't know, but...

We could probably start
another hour before sunup.

If Javi's still alive...

I-I mean, farther out,
it makes sense.

We should head back, yeah.
You're right.

It's not gonna help anyone

if we get lost out here
in the dark.

Hang on.

I'm gonna mark it.

slow, dramatic music

Okay.

Let's go.

Hi. Are you the manager?

No, I'm actually the lookout.

My partner's in the back,
working the manager over

until he gives up
the combination to the safe.

We're here to steal
the Baroness's jewels.

What happened to
the woman in room 135?

Let me check my records.

You're not doing anything.

Huh.

Let me try again.

Brunette, stunning,

looks like she'd stab you?

She's my best friend, and, um,
she wouldn't have left town

without telling me,

so something must have
happened to her.

Something happens to all of us.

True.

And some of those things
can be worse than others,

depending on our choices,

Larry Frankowski,
65 Union Street, apartment 2B.

Remind me, Larry,

is your social security number
138-00-2671,

or is it... [scoffs]

No. [laughs]

I'm pretty sure that's it.

Look, lady,
I'm gonna level with you.

The water pressure here sucks.

The ambiance is a heady mix
of imminent tragedy

and broken dreams, and
we don't have cable or Wi-Fi.

The one thing we do have
is discretion.

You ever stay here before?

The answer's no.

Even if you have,
you haven't.

You catching my drift?

Anyone who wants
to know anything

about the people in these rooms

better have a warrant.

And even then,
my memory stinks

and my handwriting's worse.

Capisce?

Okay. Well, you should know

I have two days off from work,

an abnormally large bladder,

and the latest
Nora Roberts novel in my purse.

So, huh...

I'll just wait.

She took off.

Left cash for the bill and split
in the middle of the night.

Happy?

intense music

Smells like chronic in here.

Chronic?
-

So, is... is this it? I mean,
you sure this is his?

Oh, it's his.

I've been dying just
to feel you

By my side

To know that you're mine

Hey. How do you get an art
major off your front porch?

What?
- Pay for the pizza.

I will pray for you

I will pray
for you

I will sell my soul
for something pure...

Uh... My God.

We have to get rid of them.

Someone like you

Did you pose for him?

No.

See your face
every place that I walk in

Hear your voice
every time that I'm talking

Are you okay?

You will believe in me

What are you, what are
you thinking right now?

I don't know.

And I will never be ignored

The thought of you with
someone else always scared me.

I will burn for you

Feel pain for you
- But it also turned me on.

I will twist a knife

And bleed my aching heart...

Someone else's tongue
in your mouth.

Their smell on you.

I used to think that made me
some kind of pervert.

Beg and steal for you

I will crawl on hands
and knees

What do you think now?

Until you see

That I like being
the way I am.

You're just like me

Violate all the love

That I'm missing

Throw away all the pain

That I'm living

You will believe in me

And I can never be ignored

I would die for you

Shauna. Dinner.

Hey.

The fuck are you doing?

Me?

Get away from that.
You know the rules.

It's not like
I'm gonna poison anyone.

Again.

You drew the four
this morning, Misty.

You have to get the water.

But that's not fair. I...

I've been doing it every day,
and it's freezing out there.

I...

Fine.

Are you okay?

Um, yeah.

Why?

Oh, Jeff...

Shauna, just... please.

Look, we got to do something
about these,

because we can't just
take them out of here

without somebody seeing us.

Okay.

Okay.

You gotta give a little

Take a little

And let your poor heart
break a little

That's the story of

That's the glory of love

My mama told me

Oh, my God,
shut the fuck up!

Jesus. Sorry.

Uh, it's stuck in my head now.

I had to go,
and sometimes singing helps,

you know, grease the skids.

I know it's annoying to people

who aren't into the theater
like I am.

Every day, I wake up
and I tell myself,

"Crystal, stop singing
so freaking much.

It's driving everyone bananas."

But then I don't even realize
I started it again.

Uh, you should try it sometime.
It helps.

I can't sing.
- No, everyone can sing.

You just need
a good vocal coach.

I could teach you.

Oh, my God.
Uh, we could harmonize.

intriguing music

Hey. How'd it go?

Great.

Except for the part
where we failed

for the millionth day in a row.

But... at least...

...this.

Wow. These are getting
pretty good.

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Okay. So...

Here?
- Mm-hmm.

So, that's, what, like...

seven miles in each direction?

Ballpark.

Zero sign of game.

Or Javi.

You know...

at this point...

I mean...

There's just no conceivable way.

I-I know.

But, you know, Travis.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's got to be tough.

Of course she left
without telling you.

Best friends.
Yeah, right.

Do not cry about this, Misty.

Babies cry.

suspenseful music

I knew it.

Let me out of here,
you fucking asshole!

Fuck out of here!
Get me out!

Ow! [panting]

You motherfucker!

Who the fuck are you?

Okay. Rude.

Rude?

You kidnapped me and then
strapped me to a fucking bed!

We were afraid
you were gonna hurt yourself.

Wonder where we got that idea.

Who's "we"?

I'm not supposed to talk to you.

Well, you're doing
a really good job of it so far.

That's okay.

That thing around your neck
tells me all

that I need to know.

Oh, please.

I can't do anything to you
like this.

I'm not afraid of you.

But you've never done this
before, have you?

Look, you got to undo me
if I'm gonna eat.

I mean, at least undo one.

I am starving.

Please.

You're not a lefty, are you?

No.

Good.

I'll make a solid kidnapper
out of you yet.

Bon appétit.

Cut my life into pieces

This is my last resort

Suffocation, no breathing

Don't give a fuck
if I cut my arm bleeding

This is my last resort

This is my last resort

What are those for?

Oh, my God.
Why are you so sweaty?

All right. I thought we could do
franks and beans for dinner.

You know, explain why we're
using the grill in November.

That's smart.
- Well, I have my moments.

Okay.

All right.

Oh, I just did that. Oh.

I just want to make sure

it really burns, you know?
- Okay.

Oh!
- Oh! God.

dramatic music

Okay.
- Oh. Shit.

Shit.
- Oh, my God. Oh, my...

Hang on.
- Oh, my God.

Here. Here.

Ah... Yeah.

Okay.

I got it, I got it.
- Are you okay?

I got it, I got it.
- Have you got it?

Ouch. Damn it.

Okay.

I got it. Yeah.

Okay.
-

I think that went great.
- It went really well.

Oh, my God.

That is some sad-ass
divorce shit right there, Tai.

sinister music

Oh, God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, Steve. Oh, Steve.

This was a mistake.

I'm gonna do better with you.

Hey.

What did the bun say
to the hot dog?

What?

You...

Damn. [sighs]

I got nothing. [laughs]

Why'd you do the-the setup?

Thought it would come to me.
- Um...

Maybe, um, something about

how the bun is tired of, um,

having its identity tied
to the hot dog?

Yeah.
- Is that a...

"Other stuff can go in me, too,

you know?"
- Right. Right. [laughs]

Hey, where you going?

Well, I'm glad you guys
are enjoying your pig anuses,

but I'm gonna grill myself

a veggie burger.
- Your loss.

No, Cal.

I'll make that. Come on.

I am the grill master,
after all.

How gender normative of you.

Well, Cal,
maybe old-fashioned dad shit,

it's-it's my love language.

All right?

Fine. Whatever.
- Okay.

You can go to sleep
if you want to.

I will in a minute.

Really enjoying
the Stone Age TV, right now.

I know you think that he's dead.

It's been two months...

i-in this cold.

Travis?

intense music

Travis.

Come on.
You're good, you're good.

What happened?

I don't know,
I think he's having

a panic attack or something.

Travis, look at me.

Breathe with me, okay?

You can do that, okay?

Breath is the only thing
in the world right now.

Breathe in. [inhales]

And out. [exhales]

You're doing great. One more.

Okay.

Um...

Your brother's alive.

I know he is.

You should get some rest.

Take this.

Can I talk to you?

What the fuck was that?

Javi is...

Look, giving him false hope

is just going
to make things worse.

There's no such thing
as false hope.

There's just hope.

Did you read that
in a fucking fortune cookie?

What do you want from me, Nat?

I just said what I felt.

I want you to say less, Lottie,
a lot fucking less.

You know, you could just
leave me like this.

I can't exactly go anywhere

with one hand
strapped to a bed. [scoffs]

You're really gonna give me
a hard time about this?

No.

Are you deciding whether you
should call somebody for help?

No.

I think we can handle this ourselves.

Well, wait a second.
-

intense music

Fuck.
-

Hey, you're not supposed
to be out here!

Hey, get back here!

Let's go!

Ah. [inhales sharply]

Good morning. [chuckles]

Mm.
- Mm. Mm.

Ah, ah! What the fuck?

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

You were asleep.

Oh, my God. Did I...?
- No, no, no, no. It's fine.

Seriously, I'm okay.

I told you, you sleeping up here
was a bad idea.

It's not perfect, but...
- This isn't working.

You think I can't handle this?

Come on. Come here.

Mm.

I'm not scared of you, Tai.

I'm never gonna be
scared of you.

Okay, well,

maybe you should be,

because you're bleeding.

You didn't know
what you were doing.

This isn't you.

It's just something
that's happening to you.

Happening to us.

Besides,
you killed a wolf for me,

which is about the most romantic
thing imaginable.

You're nuts.

What are you doing?
- Come here.

Come here.
- Uh...

What are you doing?

This is how you're choosing
to say "I love you"

for the first time?

You're kind of leaving me
hanging here, lady.

I love you, too.

gentle music

What?

Don't do that.
- No, I'm sorry,

it's just
that I didn't hear you.

Yes, you did.
- So, if you wouldn't mind...

saying it again.

Mm.

suspenseful music

tense music

Lottie!

Ow! Hey.
- It's okay. It's okay.

She's my friend.

Is that what we are?

Natalie.

You give me one good reason

I shouldn't cave your head in
and put it in that hole?

Because I have
a message for you.

From Travis.

"Cornflake Girl"
by Tori Amos

She knows what's going on

Seems we got
a cheaper feel now

All the sweeteaze are gone

Gone to the other side

With my encyclopedia

Never was a cornflake girl

Thought it was
a good solution

Weird.

Hanging with
the raisin girls

Well, come on.

She's gone to the other side

Giving us the yo-heave-ho

Things are getting
kind of gross

And I go
at sleepy time

This is not really

This, this,
this is not really happening