Yellowjackets

Previously on Yellow jackets...

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! We're going to motherfucking nationals!

We're going to motherfucking nationals!

Twenty-two out. Speed brake!

Get out!

The plane crashed, a bunch of my friends died.

- - And the rest of us starved

and scavenged and prayed,

until they finally found us.

There's a lake. - Look.

We're out of food, so the rest of us are relying on you two,

which means you need to rely on each other.

After they rescued us,

I lost my purpose.

I finally know how to get it back.

Hello, Misty. - Hey, Nat.

Taissa Turner has defeated

incumbent Phil Bathurst...

- - to become New Jersey's

first Black woman elected to the state senate.

But whatever they say about me,

I hope you know

it isn't true. - I know.

You're not the bad one.

Is someone else the bad one?

Someone strung him up

and then tried to cover their tracks.

We think it's the same person who's blackmailing us.

Blackmail?

I just have a bad feeling about this place.

Where's Van? - She's alive.

Van needs serious medical attention.

I am going to take the dead guy's plane and fly south.

I was taught that visions were God's way of communicating.

You must spill blood.

Blood? - We're flying.

Fuck.

Who taught you how to drive?

I'm Adam. - Shauna.

We could be something.

Everything is on the Internet,

except for your boyfriend.

What if he's conning you, Mom?

I know about the blackmail. - The blackmail?

Oh, my God, Jeff. What did you do?!

I was gonna lose the store, Shauna.

So you blackmailed us?

We can get past this. We can forget it happened.

No, Jeff, we can't.

Why not? - I stabbed him.

Has someone seen the mushrooms?

Uh, yeah, they're in the stew.

I think Misty poisoned me again.

I think she poisoned all of us.

Stop! -

I don't love you. I'm gay.

Shauna.

Run.

I parked your car out front.

I even filled up your gas tank

and topped off your wiper fluid.

Fucking bitch. -

We won't be hungry much longer.

Shauna was fucking Jeff.

That's who's really responsible for her little bundle of joy.

You were my best friend.

You're so obsessed with yourself,

I'm surprised you're aware other people even exist.

So maybe you should leave.

No.

No, no. Jackie.

Sheriff O'Conner says Adam Martin

was last seen Monday,

say concerned family and friends...

No! Get the fuck...

Who the fuck is Lottie Matthews?

And let the darkness set us free.

"Seventeen" by Sharon Van Etten.

I know what you want to say.

I think that you're all the same.

Constantly being led astray.

You think you know something you don't.

Downtown hot spots.

Halfway up the street

I used to be free.

I used to be 17.

Follow my shadow.

Around your corner

I used to be 17.

Now you're just like me.

Downtown hot spots

I used to be on this street

I used to be 17

I used to be 17.

Now you're half-shy.

Wait.

Hanging on my block.

Sun coming up

intriguing music.

It's not like this Wicca bullshit's doing us any good.

Well, you keep coming back alive, don't you?

Thanks, Lott.

The investigation into the cause of the accident

remains preliminary.

The crash site was over 600 miles north...

Excuse me. How many made it back?

Here they come!

They're over there. Let's go.

Can you tell us anything?

Taissa, what happened?

Misty!

Misty! Misty!

Who survived?

How did you survive the cold?

How'd you survive for so long?

Tell us something... anything!

She hasn't said a word since she's been home.

She-she barely eats, she doesn't sleep.

She wanders the house at odd hours.

We just don't know what else to do.

I know what you want to say -We're failing her.

You're frustrated, naturally,

but I've seen it before.

Cut to it, Doc.

Can you fix her?

I know that you're gonna be

You'll crumble it up.

Just to see.

Afraid you'll be.

Just like me

Downtown hot spots.

Halfway through this life

I used to feel free.

Or was it just a dream?

Shut up.

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

Shut up, shut up... - Hey.

Just shut up. No! - Hey.

They can make you better.

The same way that they helped me.

The truth is,

nobody can help you.

I certainly can't.

There's only one person

who can really give you what you're looking for.

You. - Mm-hmm.

Your truest,

most authentic self.

That's why you're here.

So I can introduce you.

Right now, there is a version of you

that knows exactly who you really are

and what you really want.

A primal, elemental self.

Hypnotic music.

And there is nothing more painful than hiding that self.

We want to blame the world for our pain...

the parent who didn't support us,

the lover who didn't love us back...

but the truth is,

we are the ones making ourselves sick.

And the rest of it...

Doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter. Right?

Because it isn't real.

It isn't real.

"No Return" by Craig Wedren and Anna Waronker.

It was cool, nothing fire.

Nothing broke.

Keep simple.

Nothing tired, nothing old.

Same as you.

Same as you.

Oh, so cute, so revival.

So alone.

Birthday suit, just a smile.

No one home.

Same as you.

Same as you

vocalizing.

No return, no return.

No reason.

No return, no return.

No reason.

No return, no return.

No reason.

No return, no return.

No reason

Please state your name for the record.

Shauna. Sauna Sadecki.

Ms. Sadecki, do you understand your rights

as I have explained them to you?

Yes. I-I do.

Why did you kill Adam Martin?

What? I-I didn't.