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
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... - 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
Oh, so cute, so revival
So alone
Birthday suit, just a smile
No one home
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.
- 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 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.
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
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