The Last of Us

Give Sarah my love.

...multiple lacerations.

My daughter, she's five years old.

Hey. It's okay.

You're in the hospital.

Are you in pain?

We can give you something.

Ellie! Ellie!

Here.

It's okay.

And how would you rate your pain? Scale of one to ten?

- Nothing. Zero. - Zero.

Can't ask for much more than that.

Okay. One last PFT.

Look at that.

Yeah.

Alright.

Today's the day.

- So, can I just-- - Almost.

I just need you to see one more person, then you're good to go.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

- How are you doing? - Fine.

If you say it that fast, it kind of implies you're not.

Okay, ask me again.

How are you doing, Ellie?

Give me a moment.

It's really complicated 'cause, you know, feelings.

Okay.

Oh, come on, man, I've been stuck in here since...

Yeah, I miss him. He meant a lot to me.

So, yeah. Upset and sad.

Of course.

But I was actually wondering about New Year's Eve.

You two got into it at the dance.

Was that the last time you spoke to him?

Yeah.

When I got home, he was on the porch,

and I should've talked to him, but I didn't.

- Do you regret that? - Yeah, of course.

But your final moment with someone doesn't define your whole time with them.

It shouldn't, but it often does.

In my last moment with Joel, he said he

wronged you.

Maybe bad.

What is it that he said that he did?

Well, that's the thing. It didn't really make sense.

He said, "I saved her."

He saved me a lot of times.

Yeah, I would think so. But that's not wronging someone.

That's weird.

No idea what he meant.

I don't feel wronged.

Man, I wish I could have let him off the hook

for whatever it was he was talking about.

I guess I'll have to let myself off the hook for that.

Well, you really are doing good.

Shit, if everyone were as healthy as you, what would I do for weed and booze?

I wouldn't worry, Gail, there's still a lot of fucked up people

- in this town. - Yeah.

But not you, though.

Ellie?

Fuck.

Yeah, I'm coming.

I went to the hospital.

When'd they let you out?

- Thirty minutes ago. - Nice.

They made me talk to Gail.

I never said--

I should have said thank you

for all those times you came to visit.

That's okay. You would have done the same for me.

- Yeah, maybe not as often. - Yeah, no, probably not.

I made you cookies.

- Just 'cause? - No.

This is a peace offering.

Because I'm about to make you angry.

In the hospital,

when you asked me about that day,

I told you I didn't learn anything useful.

That wasn't true.

I know most of their names, and I know where they're from.

Please, just listen. The doctors told me not to upset you.

- I don't give a fuck. - And I knew that if I told you

where they were, you'd just start pulling your tubes out

and crawling on your hands and knees to get there.

I don't give a fuck.

You cost us time. You let them get away.

First of all,

this town was wreckage and funerals for weeks.

Nobody was gonna go after anyone.

And then it occurred to me, if you wanna find someone,

and the only thing you know about them is where they're gonna end up.

Maybe let them get there.

I loved him too, you know.

Okay, let's start with names.

The dark-haired guy was Manny. The other guy was Owen.

The girl with the dark hair and the bald one,

one of them's named Nora. I'm not sure which.

The girl with the braid?

Abby.

Abby.

Where are they from?

I saw a patch on a backpack.

Yellow triangle, wolf's head,

and the letters W-L-F.

And then, I remembered a story Eugene told me from back when he was a Firefly.

He said that there were these small regional groups

in the West all trying to fight FEDRA,

and how stupid it was that they didn't just join together.

One of those groups was the Washington Liberation Front.

Out of Seattle.

W-L-F. Wolf.

Fucking morons.

- Did he say how small they were? - No.

But seeing as how no one's ever mentioned them since,

I'm guessing small enough for us to handle.

Who else knows?

Just us.

I wasn't gonna tell anyone before you.

So, now what?

Well?

I gotta think about this.

Think about what? Let's fucking get these guys.

Ellie, it ain't that simple.

The town is still recovering.

- So are you. - We get where you're coming from--

No, we don't get where you're coming from. I don't get where you're coming from.

If it had been you, Joel would be halfway to Seattle

- before the sun came up. - He'd be halfway to Seattle

to save my life.

But when we lost people, no.

It would just break him like it was his fault.

I saw that time and time again.

And don't talk to me like I didn't know him.

He was my brother.

Listen, I'm not sayin' you shouldn't do this.

But if we're gonna put a posse together,

we gotta do it right, which means taking it to Maria.

Yes, it's fuckin' necessary.

She's gonna want a council meeting, open it up to the town.

Everyone who wants to get heard gets heard.

But you'll back us, right?

Of course, I will.

Come here.

And you, you hold out information on me again,

you got rendering detail for a month.

Alright.

Ellie.

We buried our dead ten miles south of town.

If you want to visit him.

When we're on our way to Seattle.

Well?

"No one following. All clear. Keep moving."

Good.

Once we get resettled, I'll teach you to whistle.

Why can't you tell me where we're going?

'Cause we don't know yet.

I've told you the reason we're going.

I know, but why can't she just keep us safe?

The Prophet?

She's been dead ten years, Constance. I wouldn't count on her to help.

But Ezra said the Prophet is eternal.

Well, she is, in a way.

A prophet isn't magic.

They're just people that see truths hidden from others

and share that truth, no matter what the cost.

So it was with our Prophet.

So it was.

That's how we keep her spirit alive.

Follow her words, we obey her teachings, but we keep ourselves safe.

Then, can I have a hammer?

Alright.

Tell me, you feel safer?

Yes.

Good.

Understand, what we're giving you now,

will keep you far, far safer than a hammer.

Distance.

From home.

From war.

Take cover! Go!

Demons?

Wolves.

Alright.

Good, but rotate. More.

Now, the right side. Just the right side.

Come on, man, that side hurts more.

I noticed.

- Come on. - Okay.

Harder.

Harder! Let's go!

Last five.

There it is, okay. Done for the day.

Okay.

So, what'd you think?

Well, for someone who sat on their ass

for three months, I'm pleasantly surprised.

- Yeah? - Push-ups?

Yeah, and crunches when they weren't looking.

Yeah, that'll do it.