The Last of Us

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Come on, you gotta help me. Come on.

Leave.

- Leave. - Shut up, Joel.

- Take the gun. - Joel, shut the fuck up!

You go. You go. You go north.

You go to Tommy.

You go.

Give 'em back!

Then pick up your pace.

I'm not running doubles again because of your shitty attitude.

I don't wanna fight about it.

Fight about it?

You don't fight.

Your friend fights.

She's not here anymore, is she?

What's goin' on?

You've never been what I'd call well-behaved,

but the last few weeks?

Bethany started it.

Well, Bethany's in the infirmary with 15 stitches.

- Good. - Okay.

Just put me in the fuckin' hole.

I put you in the hole three times. It doesn't work.

- So I'm gonna try something new. - What?

I'm gonna tell you the truth.

You're smart, Ellie. You're so smart, you're stupid.

You can't see where this is going?

Let me help you out.

Two paths ahead of you.

First path.

You keep acting like a grunt, so you get the life of a grunt.

Up at dawn. Walk the streets, walk the wall.

Ya eat shit food, ya do shit jobs,

ya take shit orders from your patrol leader,

who'll probably be Bethany.

And that'll be your life from now until ya catch a bullet from a Firefly,

or fall drunk off a roof,

or get your hair caught in a moving tank tread.

There's the other path.

You swallow this pride of yours.

You follow the rules. You become an officer.

You get your own room. You get a nice bed.

We eat well. We don't go on patrol.

We're cool in the summer. We're warm in the winter.

And best of all, when you're an officer,

you get to tell the Bethanys of the world exactly where to shove it.

Why do you even care?

I care because no matter what anyone out there says or thinks,

we're the only thing holding this all together.

If we go down, the people in the zone will starve or murder each other.

That much I know.

There's a leader in you.

And one day, it could be your turn.

Or not.

So, which way?

Keys.

Good.

- Is that it? - That's it.

Can I have my Walkman back?

Lights out, ladies!

Turn 'em off!

Riley! Where have you been?

What the fuck is wrong with you, sneaking up on me like that?

It was a joke, okay?

I thought it would work better.

In my mind, you loved it.

So

how's it going?

- Okay, it's bad. - I thought you were dead.

You've been gone for three weeks.

I should fuckin' stab you.

No, I appreciate your mercy.

- Are you okay? - I'm fine.

I just ran away for a bit, that's all.

If you're going through some shit, you're supposed to, I don't know,

talk to your best friend about it?

I came back.

- Wait, who gave you the black eye? - Tell me where you were.

Gimme a name and I'll fuck 'em up.

It was Bethany and I already fucked her up.

Where were you?

- I joined the Fireflies. - Fuck you.

I'm not in the mood for this, Riley. I'm really not in the mood.

- You're a Firefly? - Jesus!

I told you I'd fuckin' do it.

Talking about "liberating the QZ" is not the same as...

- Fuck. Where did you even... - Slow down, slow down.

I will tell you everything.

But first, you have to promise me something.

Sort of crazy, and you're gonna say no, but then you have to say yes.

Come with me for a few hours, and have the best night of your life.

No.

- Okay, now say yes. - I'm not going anywhere with you.

It's... Great. It's 2:00 AM.

And in a few hours, I have drills where we learn to kill Fireflies.

Get dressed.

So stupid.

- Turn around. - You're so weird about that.

If you're thinking about hanging in the park,

we can't go there anymore.

There's a new patrol that they just put in.

Well, we're not going to the park.

Okay.

- So where are we going? - Secret.

Trust me.

You trust me, right?

I don't know. Should I trust you?

Of course, you should. With your life.

- Guards? - No, 'cause FEDRA's fucking stupid.

- Ready? - This better be good.

Not that fuckin' stupid, are they?

Okay, rocky start.

Could've been worse, though.

- Could've been a 7-11 situation. - No thanks.

I'd like to keep my other eyebrow in one piece.

Well, since you're so interested in self-preservation all of a sudden,

maybe you should stop fucking with Bethany.

- What's that about? - Nothing. It's stupid.

She had to get 15 stitches.

Maybe you shouldn't mess with people like that.

I'm sorry. Are you telling me not to beat people up?

You put Carol in the infirmary for a fuckin' week.

I'm just saying, you can't fight everything and everyone.

You can pick and choose what's important.

Oh, are they teaching you this at Firefly University?

Kinda, yeah.

And fuck Carol.

Fuck Carol. Fucking Carol.

- Where are we going? - Through a damn window.

Wow.

Look at how that water trickles down those rusty mailboxes.

This really is the best night of my life.

- See? - Yeah.

Firefly lights are better.

Congrats. One point for the anarchists.

- We prefer freedom fighters. - Whatever.

- How many floors? - Like two.

What the fuck?

Okay, I'm sorry.

- Two floors. Fuck you. - I was a tad bit off.

Oh, shit.

- Is he dead? - Yeah.

- Is this the big surprise? - No.

No, this guy wasn't here yesterday.

So disgusting.

- Is that real? - Bottle's real.

This isn't moonshine either. It's, like, from before.

This guy must've spent every card he had to get this.

No one told him he couldn't mix pills with that shit?

I think he knew what he was doing.

You're sick. You know that, right?

You laughed, too. You're laughing.

Okay, we drinkin' it or what?

Yeah.

- Yum. - Gimme.

Oh, okay.

It's great.

Was that the first dead body you ever saw?

No.

My parents.

Yeah. Sorry. I know... I mean, I knew that.

No, it's fine. It's fine. Gimme.

Can I hold your gun?

They kinda made me swear

not to let other people handle my sidearm.

"Not to handle my sidearm 'cause I'm such a fuckin' Firefly."

- Give me your gun. - All right, fine.

It's heavy.

'Kay.

Thank you.

So, what happened? You started dating some Firefly dude,

and was like, "Oh, this is cool. I think I'll be a terrorist."

Yup. That's it. We're getting married.

But really. Why?

Okay, one night, you were in the hole.

I got bored, so I snuck out.

I was on my way back, being stealthy like I am.

And this chick popped outta nowhere.

- Chick, like our age? - No. Like, 40.

Or 50.

Whatever. Anyways, old.

She said she was impressed watching me sneak around,

avoiding guards,

and she asked what I thought about FEDRA.

So I told her the truth.

They're fascist dickbags, and they're the ones

that should be getting hanged for their crimes, not the people.

She's like, "All right. If you want in, you're in."

That's it? No weird initiations?

Nope. I said yes, and now I'm a Firefly.

That easy to give up everything, huh?

By "everything," you mean becoming a fascist dickbag?

I don't know if it's that simple.

Like, in a way, FEDRA kinda holds everything together.

Ya know, as much as I love arguing with your stubborn ass,

we're on a mission here.

Okay, stop, stop.

- Gimme a second. - Okay.

Those lights are new.