Y: The Last Man

Previously on The Last Man...

We need a geneticist.

I can get him out of here, but it has to be now,

‐and before anyone else... ‐Mom, listen, I have been out there.

‐This isn't a good idea. ‐You think I want this?

I just got you back from the dead.

Please, I just want to find your mom.

I don't care what she did or did not do to you

a hundred years ago when the world was different.

Hey!

‐My leg! ‐You're fine, I promise.

‐We'll‐we'll get help. ‐We can't go.

‐Mack, we have to! ‐We can't go!

We need to talk about the pilots.

‐ They're gonna be a problem. ‐ I thought

you were flying with us.

No, we need cover.

Jesus! Do we go back?

We keep going.

He's a rescue.

Capuchins are actually incredibly smart.

‐You can‐you can train 'em to help paraplegics. You can... ‐Ha.

So you rescued him... from a paraplegic?

No, I rescued him from eating lipstick for science

for the rest of his life.

What‐what do you care?

Get any sleep?

Can't get over how quiet it is out here.

It's kind of creepy, right?

Do we have anything to eat?

We have to ration till I can get us some more food.

You know how to use this?

Do I know how to use a wrench?

Bolts.

Unscrew 'em. We can trade that generator for something.

Where'd you learn all this helicopter shit?

‐Jesus Christ, ‐No, no, no, no,

‐that thing's, like, 50 pounds. ‐don't pick that up.

Don't pick that up.

I learned it in Iraq.

Is it... That's it? Okay. Wow.

You are just a delightfully open book, Agent Burgin.

‐That's not my name. ‐Holy shit, lady, are you serious?

Definitely don't call me lady.

Call me 355.

Okay, cool. Call me Trapezoid.

‐Are you... Come on, that's not your real name. ‐By design.

Well, who designed it?

Look, my mom already told me you're part of some,

like, super‐secret spy thing.

That sounds exciting. Did you always want to be a spy,

or was it, like, part of the family business,

‐or did you... ‐Bolts.

I don't know, maybe we should have gotten all the way

to Boston before we ditched our ride.

It's too visible. It's the only light in the sky.

‐ We got to keep a low profile. ‐ And,

how long till they realize that two helicopters are missing?

When they do, they'll be looking for the two missing pilots

that stole them.

My feet are killing me.

Five minutes.

That's not creepy at all.

What'd I tell you?

‐Be careful. ‐There's nobody here.

God.

God, that's so good.

‐Do you smell that? ‐What?

Exactly. No bodies?

Why do you sound disappointed?

I...

'Cause if no one's dead,

maybe they're still here.

‐Hello?! ‐Shh.

Hello?!

There's nobody here.

Couple more hours, we should probably

make it out of Pennsylvania by today.

Should only be a few more days till D. C. after that.

Okay, fine.

Did I ever tell you I had a riding coach?

Coach Karen.

She had a son, too. Benji.

He loved horses, the little creep.

And he was homeschooled.

Benji the Homeschooled Horse Boy?

My mom always wanted me to make friends

with the girls at the barn.

I had more in common with the horses.

Wow.

Holy shit.

I haven't seen one of those in a while.

Class... classy lady.

Yeah, that's good, that's good.

No way.

No fucking way.

Oh, my God.

If we drive all night, we could be there by morning.

‐What? ‐There's no point.

We'd get, like, half a mile before we hit a pileup.

No, no, they're clearing a section of 95.

We might get lucky.

I need a night.

‐No. ‐One night.

‐ I'm sorry, fuck no. ‐ Please?

It's just one night. We'll sleep there.

We'll go first thing in the morning, I promise.

I just... I thought that I had more time, okay?

I need to, like, get my head around it.

Please?

Sammy, please?

It took me a whole year of my life

to get that fucking thing on its feet,

and now it's just like it never happened.

R.I.P., Sam's one‐man show.

All right, all right.

No, it's sweet. Like, everybody's out there

mourning their loved ones,

and you're in your feelings about performance art.

Yeah, well...

Mm.

Shit, I'm stoned.

Wow, you're really on one?

Yeah, tonight's all I got.

No holding back.

Nah.

They got the good shit at the Pentagon, okay?

I was with Mike.

That's, um...

That's where I was when...

You were with him when he...

You could have told me.

L‐Look, I mean‐‐

was he your boss? Yes.

Are you a home‐wrecker? Also yes.

But did that asshole die happy?

Indeed he did.

Jennifer will ask me where I was.

Easy: you were saving orphans.

She'll know.

How would she know?

I told her about him.

I was drunk.

What did she say?

That I have no regard for anyone's life...

...but my own.

That I'm selfish and self‐destructive

and, uh...

cruel.

Shit.

Do you still want to go?

We have to.

‐ What the hell? ‐ Sorry.

I'm sorry.

I love you.

What are you telling me?

You're cute.

‐ How you feeling, killer? ‐ Bad.

It's not, um...

It's not, like, porn or anything.

‐ What's that? ‐ A bagel.

My God.

This is my girlfriend, Beth.

Couldn't sleep. Were you...

were you running? What time is it?

‐Take your clothes off. ‐What?

There's a river. I'll wash everything.

‐ Yeah, no, I'm cool. ‐ Thanks anyway. ‐

You smell like ass and monkey.

‐So take your clothes off. ‐It's cold out here.

Turn around.

‐Are you serious? ‐Can't have you compromising the mission,

getting all distracted by sexy thoughts.

That's unlikely.

Okay.

Thank you.

Change into something clean.

Aw, what the fuck?!

Why? God!

I told you there wouldn't be shit here.

Yeah, I know. Sorry.

Yeah.

Hey.

It looks like your leg is hurt.

Would it be okay if I took a look at it?

I used to work in an ambulance.

Can you sit up?

Yeah. Okay.

All right, right here.

There you go, in the light.

Sam, water?

I'm gonna take a closer look at this, okay?

Get the fuck away from her!

I‐I can help her. I'm an EMT.

Get away! Get away from her.

‐I'm not trying to hurt her. ‐Move. Get away!

Take it easy. Just relax.

How‐how...

You figure it out.

That is infected.