Yellowjackets

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Slow, eerie music

I'll never forget the day I heard

their plane had gone missing.

I mean, that could have been me.

Would you say you were close with any of the girls

on the team?

I would definitely not say that, no.

Hell yeah.

I knew some of 'em pretty good back in the day.

Not one of those girls gave a good goddamn about trigonometry,

I can tell you that much.

Soft, melancholy music.

So what do you think really happened out there?

All I know is that what happened was a tragedy.

A terrible tragedy.

I probably shouldn't say this, but...

some of these kids, eh,

no big loss, if we're honest.

But those girls were special.

They were...

They were champions.

Pulsing, dramatic music -

Allie! Allie, Allie!

Come on.

- - Come on.

Nice!

Ty! Over here!

Ty! Inside!

Forward! Forward! Come on!

Ty!

- Ty! - Jackie!

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Good shot!

Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz,

buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz,

- buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! - We're going to nationals!

"Today" by the Smashing Pumpkins

Today is the greatest.

Day I've ever known.

You look so hot right now.

- Uh... -

- Uh, uh, careful. -

It's cool, babe.

- I want you to. -

W-We're gonna be late.

It's fine.

Relax.

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Oh. Ah.

God, you're amazing.

I fucking love you, Jackie.

Today is the greatest

Today is the greatest.

Day -

Today is the greatest -

Okay.

My turn.

Superman, you're an angel.

With wings of fire.

A flying, giant friction blast.

You walk in clouds of glitter.

And the sun reflects your eyes.

And every time.

The wind blows, I can.

Smell you in the sky -

Your kisses are as wicked.

As an M-16.

And you fuck like a volcano.

And you're every.

Informer -

- Were you listening to that? - No. No, it fell

into the tape deck and I accidentally pressed play.

Say daddy me Snow me stab someone down the lane.

A licky boom boom down -

Informer

I saw Jeff.

What happened to no distractions before nationals?

"Ripping off the Band-Aid"

- and all that? -

I decided that...

showing up to college a virgin is a mistake.

No offense.

We've been together for so long that,

if we're each other's first, then we'll be linked forever.

It's more poetic that way.

Oh. That reminds me...

I decided on a color palette for our room at Rutgers next year.

Pink and green.

It's like classic preppy meets Palm Beach.

It's very Lilly P.

Licky boom boom down.

Wait, Jeff's a virgin?

Well, we've been together since freshman year.

Yeah, I know. It's just...

you guys have broken up, like, 10,000 times.

Never long enough to count.

Are they think dem have more power.

De pon di phone.

The hell is this bullshit?

- What? - These assholes

were under .500 all season.

Shauna, honk at that thing.

- - No, they're just gonna think

we're, like, saluting mediocre baseball.

No, they'll know.

- Try undefeated, bitches! - Oh, my God, Jackie.

We're going to motherfucking nationals!

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Aphids?

Rabbits.

Poor little guys.

Mm.

Just trying to survive, I guess.

I'm sorry, do we know each other?

Jessica Roberts, Star-Ledger.

I left you a few voice mails.

Right. Fuck off, Jessica.

Shauna, wait. Wait,

- wait, wait, wait. - I don't talk to reporters.

But I'm guessing you already know that.

I know that you've been letting other people tell your story.

People who barely knew you.

And they are making a lot of money doing it.

Five minutes.

That's all I ask. If you don't like what I have to say,

I will leave you alone.

Promise.

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I know what you want to hear.

But the truth is,

the plane crashed, a bunch of my friends died

and the rest of us starved and scavenged

and prayed for 19 months,

till they finally found us.

And that's the end of the story.

I think we both know there's a...

bit more to it than that.

I can't imagine what you guys went through out there.

Nobody can.

And that is worth something.

It's worth a lot, actually.

I can guarantee you a seven-figure book advance

right here, right now.

We could write it together but it's your name on the cover.

Mm, not interested.

Sorry.

What if I told you the others were?

Then I would say that you're lying.

So you are still in touch.

I haven't spoken to any of them in years.

I would not know how to get ahold of them

even if I wanted to.

I moved on, and I genuinely hope

that they were able to do the same.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm...

Shauna, this is the kind of money

that could change your life.

You were an elite athlete.

Straight A's.

Early admission to Brown.

Is this...

really how you thought your life was gonna turn out?

Low, ominous music.

Sorry.

I didn't mean to, uh...

I don't give a shit what you meant,

you smug little bitch.

You don't know a fucking thing about my life.