The Last of Us

Did he try to break it for you?

Your soldiers are loyal to you.

I think they're worried we're gonna execute you.

If I was getting executed, Isaac would've come himself.

There was a shooting near the borderline

between us and the Scars.

Treaty might be broken. He's dealing with that now.

If it's war again, we're gonna need all the soldiers we have.

So he's wondering why you apparently killed

some of your own men.

Including Leon.

Leon?

Leon.

Jesus.

- - What happened?

- My unit is responsible for-- - Securing the hospital.

I know your orders. I gave them, Elise.

What happened?

We cleared the ground floor up to the sixth.

A few scattered infected here or there.

Nothing we couldn't handle.

All that was left was the basement.

B1, B2, B3.

We were expecting the worst,

the kind of environment they like.

Plus, the old-timers said that down there

was where they brought the first Cordyceps patients in '03.

On top of that, we had an access problem.

These stairwells here, here, and here caved in,

and all the elevator cars were stuck in their shafts

just below ground level.

The only way in or out of the basement

is here, this stairwell.

So yesterday, that's where I sent a squad, down to B1.

- And? - Nothing.

The whole floor was empty, not even rats.

So today, B2, hoping for more of the same,

I sent another squad down,

and I put Leon in charge 'cause...

he's my best.

A few minutes in, he radios back.

There's Cordyceps on the walls, the floor.

Chances are, they'll find infected next,

but that's what they were down there for,

so I told him to proceed.

Five minutes later, he radios again.

This time, he...

he was struggling to breathe.

He could hardly talk.

I thought maybe he had been bit.

I said, "Leon, were you bit?" He said...

He said, "It's in the air."

He said, "It's in the air.

Seal us in."

And I knew it wasn't in the vents,

or we would've all been infected weeks ago.

So, I scrambled my other team

and we locked the only door to B2,

and we locked the only door to B1.

And we did what Leon said.

We sealed them in.

Nothing else has gotten out?

No one else has gotten sick?

Okay.

The hospital's a resource we can't afford to lose.

I'll inform only the people who absolutely

need to know, and no one else.

As far as I'm concerned, Sergeant Park,

you resolved the situation permanently

and heroically.

We owe you a debt.

I'm sorry about your son.

Patrol 14 heading north to 13th and Bradford.

One mile out.

One mile out. Copy.

Mobile three.

Mobile three.

[indistinct radio chatter continues]

Possible movement

at the convention center.

- -

Ta-da!

- What? - Lights.

Oh, good.

They have a big-ass generator down there.

Natural gas, baby.

- You figure it out yet? - Gettin' there.

You'll find a safe way to get us to the hospital though, right?

Can I help?

Um... no.

Why, because I'm stupid?

That's not the word I would use.

Really? What word then?

Non-school-oriented.

Fuck you, I went to school. Let me help.

I'm triangulating.

- Do you know how that works? - Yes.

With triangles.

It's pretty standard.

I get a bearing of their troop movements,

and then triangulate back to their bases.

I'm estimating angles, though.

I mean, if I had a protractor, it would be a lot more accurate.

Oh, I actually brought a protractor.

- You did? - No.

I don't know what that is, and I hated math.

I'm gonna leave you alone now and go and explore

the rest of this place, because you're smart as fuck

and you're figuring it out.

- Ellie. - Yes?

- -

Did you figure it out?

- I think so, yeah. -

Good.

We follow a safe path west until this spot.

Here, let me show you.

They run a line of patrols north and south, like this.

They're pretty evenly spread out,

so they're watching that entire area.

But there's a gap between here and here.

Now, on this map, do you see this long-ass building?

Mm-hmm, yeah.

So, we cut through and slip by.

What is that long-ass building?

No clue.

But it's set off from the residential area,

so maybe it's a warehouse or something.

It's a big fucking something for them just to ignore.

Why aren't they patrolling it?

- Infected. - Probably.

If we make it through,

we pop out behind their patrols.

The hospital's maybe a quarter mile from there.

Nora should be on the first floor,

far end of the North Wing.

Wait, how the fuck do you know that?

They never shut up. I hear everything.

Morons. Middle of a fucking war,

and they're just broadcasting their positions.

Yeah, so I've been thinking about that.

You know these people they're fighting, the Scars?

We already know they use bows and arrows, right?

And they seem culty, or at least really religious.

- You ever hear of Amish people? - Amish people? No.

Well, they were around back in '03, Pennsylvania mostly.

But they chose to live like it was the 1800s.

Maybe the Scars are like that? No electricity or technology.

Because these motherfuckers talk on the radio

like they know no one's listening.

Yeah, and they didn't care that a walkie was missing.

It's good. They're overconfident.

- It gives us an edge. - It does.

But what we're doing is reckless,

so kind of a wash.

[indistinct radio chatter continues]

If we were to leave now, it'd be dark by the time

we got to the big fucking something, right?

Mm-hmm.

Let's go be reckless.

Are you sure this way is safe?

You don't trust me?

I trust you. I don't trust Seattle.

Me neither, but let's just talk like everything's fine

because if I get too anxious, I'm gonna barf again.

Alright, how 'bout this?

What are you gonna name it?

Huh?

Oh, uh, if it's a girl, Ellie.

If it's a boy, Elijah.

- Really? - No.

Why? It's a cool name.

What the fuck?

We shouldn't be here.

We shouldn't have come, I shouldn't have dragged you here.

You're having a fucking baby. What am I doing?

Dina, do you wanna go back?

I'll take you back. You don't need to do this with me.

Oh, I'm so fucking stupid.

You know, you never asked me about the first person I killed.

Huh?

Okay. Who?