The Last of Us

Swear to me that everything you said about the Fireflies is true.

I swear.

Okay.

Why would he do this?

I heard rumors.

It was some kid he took that was supposedly--

- That wasn't true. - Supposedly what?

Something not true.

Because it isn't possible.

No. Probably not.

And even if it were, it doesn't fucking matter anyway.

- Not without-- - Enough.

You want to worry about something, worry about us.

So, what do we do? Do we look for other Fireflies?

Where?

This place was the Fireflies.

Ed has a brother who runs an outfit in Seattle.

A guy named Isaac. Supposedly, he'd take us all in.

Not until we find Joel.

We're finding him. Yes, we are.

Yes, we are.

Alright, let's talk about how.

Because here's what we got.

He's a smuggler. His name's Joel or Joe.

There's some confusion about that--

Fifties, graying, beard, six foot tall, scar on his right temple.

Oh, yeah. They say he's handsome.

I forgot.

With a three-day jump on us. We should have gone right after him.

He drove away, Abby. In our only working vehicle.

And we were trying to save the wounded.

But we didn't save anyone, did we?

- It's not fucking fair. - No.

None of this is fucking fair.

Abby.

Maybe,

maybe the Seattle crew has resources.

They could help us get some sort of lead.

You'll help me find him.

Yes. We'll help you find him.

Then, we'll help you kill him.

Slowly.

What?

When we kill him,

we kill him slowly.

Get up.

Okay. Okay.

Ellie!

Boom, motherfucker.

First of all, "okay" means stop.

Sorry, I was in the moment.

Second, you can't "Boom, motherfucker" people

who land the first hit on you.

Square in the face, by the way.

Well, I can obviously take a punch, so who cares?

- Fuckin' hard, by the way. - I pulled it.

- You pulled it? - Yeah, he pulled it.

- Why? - 'Cause I told him to.

- Why? - Otherwise, he would have knocked you out.

And I don't want to have to explain that to Joel.

Don't do that again.

Okay.

I should've closed in faster on that one, but the rest was good.

The rest was good.

Are you going to the thing tonight?

Don't we have to? 'Cause community and shit?

You're part of the community now?

Seriously, though, if you are, we could use an extra pair of hands

breaking down firewood for the cookout.

Don't pull punches.

Oh.

Well, that's fucked.

Hey.

Hey, kiddo.

Somethin' go wrong out there?

Well, the main lines are clay, all cracked to shit and full of roots.

We're not sure what we're supposed to do, and our foreman isn't foreman-ing.

Yeah, sorry. I'll be out there in a minute.

- Whatcha doin'? - Fixing these breakers.

They were gonna chuck the whole panel but all they need is new springs.

Teach me?

Okay.

Well...

First thing first, before you mess with circuits,

you gotta check if the wires are live.

So, how do you do that?

I...

lick them?

Voltage tester.

Now, this right here is the part that matters.

Bimetallic strip.

Too much current runs through, heats up the strip,

it bends, releases the lever?

Circuit breaks.

Otherwise, the wires get hotter and hotter,

lights the inside of your walls on fire.

There goes your house.

- Can I ask a question? - Shoot.

Why is she angry at you?

- She said she was angry? - No, but...

You're her best friend, reckon she would have told you.

Nope.

Well, I figure it's normal.

Her bein' 19 and me bein' her, what I am.

No one likes their parents at that age. I never got there with my own kid,

so we're both just figuring it out for the first time, is all.

We'll get through it.

Yeah, that makes sense.

- So, the springs hold the levers back-- - The thing is, I try.

I know I'm a hard-ass and maybe overprotective,

and she's

her, but...

I mean, what did I do?

I don't know.

Yeah, well.

I can't hold myself responsible for another person's emotional state.

Are you in fucking therapy?

Holy shit, you're seeing Gail?

I'm not in therapy. Jesus, go,

go fix the main line.

Saw out the cracked parts,

pull the roots and we'll fill in the gaps with some ABS.

Go on.

It'll be okay.

Dina.

Don't tell anyone I'm in therapy.

Oh, shit.

This scope is sick.

It ain't the scope, it's the shooter.

- You're gettin' good. - Who's next?

Let's see.

Ah, okay. There's a cluster of 'em up by the road.

- One's broken away, you see him? - See him.

Alright, you wanna take your time with this one.

It's further away, so more drop.

He's going uphill, so you gotta compensate.

Head shot?

Always.

- Ah, fuck. - Nah.

It's alright, you got him anyway.

I guess. A lot of them out there.

Yeah, I noticed. Probably followin' down Route 89.

Maybe comin' outta Alpine.

We should head back. I wanna get a patrol out there.

Cool, I'll do that run.

Actually, I'm takin' you off patrols for a bit.

Puttin' you on gate watch.

Gate watch? What? Why?

'Cause it's an important job.

It's standing on a fucking fence.

He's concerned about you.

Unfucking real.

Well, you know, last run, you were a bit reckless.

It was two runners and a Clicker who barely had teeth.

I handled it. Isn't that the job?

You wandered off on your own, Ellie.

- We have rules for reasons. - Oh, please, Dina does this shit

all the time, no one's putting her on the fucking fence.

Tommy, I'm an adult. He can't tell me what I can and can't do.

Yeah, well, he can tell me.

Look, I've been dealin' with him my whole life.

Sometimes, easier to just go along.

I don't care if it's easier. It's not fair.

And by the way, you know I'm the one

we should be least worried about when it comes to infected.

Hey, no. You swore. We don't talk about that.

I got bit on my arm.

Ellie, we don't talk about that.

- I got bit, everybody! - Hey!

- I got bit! - Hey! Hey, hey!

I'm immune!

Hey! Jesus.

Goddammit.

I swear, you and my brother? Same goddamn fuckin' person.

Well, if we're the same person, you know you're not winning this.

Put me on the patrol.

Alpine run leaves at 1300.

Now, you follow the rules.

You obey your captain.

No questions, no exceptions.

Well, that depends. Who's the captain?

- Ellie. - Okay, fine. Whatever.

I'll do it by the book.

Easy girl. Come on.

Open it up!

These three will be done by next day or so.

Then another day to hook up sewage.

Now, y'all wanted the library and the school restored by spring.

But they both need new roofs.

With the manpower that we have, I don't see any of this

gettin' done until summer.

This window isn't keepin' the cold out anymore.

Yeah, yeah. Caulk. It's high up on my list.

We've been using a ton of it to restore the new--

- We need to build faster. - Faster?

Sure. How much faster?

See, we got this dial called the Constructo meter.

- Joel. - The more you turn it, the faster we go.

We're running out of space to put these people.

Yeah, I noticed.