The Wilds

Shit. I-I'm so sorry.

Not a problem.

Are you the dudes that are gonna ask me, like,

a whole bunch of questions?

We are, indeed...

those dudes.

Shit, I-I'm really sorry,

but you guys just came out of nowhere.

No apologies necessary.

Just good to see you're having fun.

Kind of earned it.

Don't you think?

Jeez!

Aah! Please make it stop!

Come here. I got you.

I used to think thunderstorms were, like, majestic.

That still your take?

No.

All right! Come on!

Everybody, grab an end! Get under!

Leah, come on.

Grab an end!

Aah!

- How's your ankle? - Better, I think.

It's just... it's so itchy.

- My leg is kind of itchy, too. - Yeah, mine too.

Shit. Sand fleas.

- Sand what? - Sand fleas!

Well, they're not really, like, fleas.

They're more like tiny little shrimp.

No.

They're not lethal. They're just annoying.

Once the rain stops, we can just go scrub them off,

you know, before they get a chance to burrow.

Aah!

Fuck my life!

Sriracha mayonnaise.

Pretty good.

Growing up, we only had

two kind of condiments in my house...

the red and the yellow, so, you know, this is grade A.

Look, the last thing that I want to do

is sound patronizing,

but I do feel compelled to remind you to chew.

So, this, this--this rainstorm,

this was day three, then?

Yep, and, you know, it kind of sunk in at that point

that our food situation was for shit,

just crap from the plane...

tiny little sandwiches, lots of bags of nuts.

That must've been discouraging.

Yeah, morale was low.

Well, maybe not low, more like "hangry."

- Whoo! - Wow.

Can I get another one of those?

And, if it's not too much trouble,

some of those little blue crab...

Blue crab sushi from Hinata drizzled in ponzu sauce,

with just the lightest touch,

just a kiss of wasabi.

I just want some Indian tacos, the way mom makes them...

with black beans and Velveeta.

I would destroy some Velveeta right now.

Like, I would just house it straight from the packet.

I'm thinking Cheesecake Factory.

Four-cheese pasta, fresh brown bread.

Okay, The Cheesecake Factory is grotesque.

Grotesque?

I'm just saying, The Cheesecake Factory

is a mall restaurant for mall people.

No judgment.

What is a mall person?

And why do you say it all derogatory like?

Dottie, what is that?

Wet wood gets us black smoke, gets us a signal fire.

Probably a good idea to keep it going

during the day.

And, guys, you know,

I was pretty slack on this yesterday, and it cost us.

We got to get real about shelter.

If we all, you know, pitch in, grab the materi...

Yes, lady in the leopard?

That sounds really unappealing, and I'm exhausted,

and there's rescue coming.

So, for those reasons, I'm out.

Just because you shot me down Shark Tank style

doesn't make me any less annoyed.

We got to bounce before we get roped in this bullshit.

Yeah, no kidding. Ready when you are.

All right. Nora, you coming?

Um, I-I mean, if you want me to.

Yeah, why not?

Nora's a good swimmer. You're both water babies.

Hey, where y'all going?

We're swimming out to the wreckage,

see if we can find anything useful.

All right, just real quick,

what do you guys think about building a shelter?

Not interested in laying down roots!

Au revoir!

Dot, where are you going?

If we're not building shelter,

I'm at least gonna look for a cave

or some kind of big rock that we can duck under...

because believe it or not, the elements don't fuck around,

and neither should we.

I'm sorry. Let's, um, let's go back for a moment.

The three young women who were swimming towards the plane,

what was their plan exactly?

To hunt for the fuselage

and maybe find some means of communication?

Yep. Basically.

That's incredibly ambitious.

Yeah, well, that's Rachel for you.

Did it bother you, her approach?

Are you kidding? I was fucking impressed.

That whole "shoot for the moon" thing...

not exactly my M.O.

My vibe was more like...

one foot in front of the other.

So bet we're gonna be big news back home.

Guess so.

I really hope they don't use our yearbook photos,

because mine have not been flattering.

And they'd have to use yours from freshman year,

considering you've been "not pictured"

two years in a row.

Strange thing to be keeping track of.

Well, I co-edit the yearbook,

and the "not pictured" spaces are an eyesore,

so, yes, I keep track.

Did you come along just to shame me

for missing picture day?

I came because of the buddy system,

and I just think it's a shame

that we don't know each other better,

being from the same town and all.

We haven't really crossed paths since eighth-grade Spanish,

have we?

And before then, what? Youth soccer?

Yeah, well, I guess our circles just don't overlap.

FYI, your dad was the best soccer coach.

I remember every time we'd win, he'd run onto the field

and play air guitar, and we'd all just join in with him.

I heard, by the way, that he was, you know, sick.

We don't have to do this, you know.

I'm sorry, do what?

Go all Breakfast Club on each other,

peel back the layers.

As far as I'm concerned,

you can go on thinking I'm the "not pictured" girl,

and I can go on thinking about you not at all.

You think enough about me to talk trash about my boyfriend

to a bunch of total strangers.

There it is! That's why you came.

Andrew's not a cheater, okay?

And so sue me for wanting to know

why you would want to spread such a vicious rumor, okay?

It's not like I couldn't go around

spreading rumors about you,

what with that side hustle you got.

Okay, Shelby. Yeah, you got me.

I sell drugs.

You know, I would have thought you knew,

given that your boyfriend is one of my best customers.

You're just trying to get a rise out of me.

Am I?

At school, most people run in packs.

I mean, that's just teen-movie bullshit 101.

But for those who go rogue, well, it ain't all that bad.

If you're rolling without a crowd,

it means you're not on anyone's radar.

Being alone means being invisible...

Which has its advantages.

What's up, Andrew?

Look, it's not like you didn't know I was coming.

Whatever, just give me my shit.

There you go.

Have fun, kids.

Now, if you run in a pack of one,

people make all sorts of assumptions about you.

Andrew, stop!

They think deep down it bums you out,

that you'd give anything to fit in,

but maybe the truth is...

I just didn't have time for that shit.

Look alive, Dad.

You spoil me with all this fancy stuff, Dottie.

I feel like I need to eat this one

with my pinkie up in the air.

Hey, check this out.

Montana Monica built her shelter first.

I bet you a fiver she wins the whole thing.

Yeah, right. I'll take that action.

Easy money.

Mateo still here?

Yeah, he's messing around in the kitchen.

Do not let that boy cook, okay?

He does not know salt from sugar from his asshole.

You all right?