Mistari 200 ya kwanza.
Previously on Yellowjackets...
We're flying.
We won't be hungry much longer.
We should gather its blessings.
Wow, these are getting pretty good.
So, that's...
seven miles in each direction?
Your brother's alive.
I know you think that he's dead.
It's been two months.
Hanging on a branch.
How did you know about this?
Answer me.
I don't know.
- How hard are you pushing? - Some of you guys just
love living off the grid.
Bitch.
It is an honor to meet you, Misty Quigley.
You too, Walter Tattersall.
I'm Callie.
Jay.
Shauna was having an affair.
You got bad intel.
Go into that anger.
Things are tense
with Simone's family right now.
Remember what I told you about my problem?
It's getting worse.
Taissa...
Taissa...
Taissa...
Taissa.
Come back. I'm right here.
I'm right here.
You found another one. Look.
Look.
Something in you knows that these trees are here.
I don't know anything about this.
- Oh, let me sleep. - I know, I know, but Tai,
listen, listen to me.
If we just talked to Lottie,
- No. - She-she could tap into
- No. No way. - The part of you that...
No, I told you no!
It's none of her fucking business.
I'm going back to bed.
Eerie, ethereal music
Busy.
Yeah, busy cashing my checks.
Some of you guys just love
living off the grid.
What?
Tense music
Oh, God.
What?
Uh...
So, the tow company, they just found our van
on the side of the road?
Uh, yeah.
How lucky are we, right?
Lucky.
Sure.
Good morning, sweetie.
I'm hanging with Alana tonight. Bye.
Good to know.
I'm going to Kohl's.
They're having a sale, um...
You like the odor-resistant crew socks, right?
They know about the affair.
- Who? - The cops.
The cops know about the affair.
What?
Mm, I overheard them talking about it at the gym.
How would they know?
You did spend a lot of time with him.
Like you said, public places.
Small town, Shauna.
You're right.
I should've just run around in a ski mask.
Also in public.
Blackmailing people.
Dramatic music
Where you going dressed like that?
The bank. Why are you here?
I need those keys.
I was gonna go help Lisa
run the Farmer's Market booth.
She normally does that with Todd.
You don't strike me as someone with...
enthusiastic honey-selling skills.
Actually, I thought it'd be a good time for us to bond,
also since she forgave me for...
stabbing her in the face.
All right. Yeah.
But, uh...
Let her drive.
She never gets to and...
she needs the practice.
You have reached
Senator Taissa Turner. Leave a message after the beep.
I'm getting really worried that you're not calling me back.
Either of you.
Don't make me come looking for you.
If Taissa and Shauna have both
been kidnapped, I am going to be very, very annoyed.
I'm sure they're just busy.
They're all lucky to have you.
It's pretty rare to have a friend
who's relentlessly got your back.
Thank you.
Here.
I've got a good distraction for you
as you wait for your friends' imminent replies.
You can choose the music for the rest of the trip.
And I won't complain at all.
Well...
- It all makes sense now. - What?
Why you sought me out.
Why you're helping me.
You certainly did your homework.
What are you talking about?
You can drop the whole thing now, okay?
You're one of those Yellowjackets obsessives.
And I'm honored that I seem to be your favorite Yellowjacket,
but I am not gonna tell you anything
about what happened out there.
So, you can just...
drop me off at the next town.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, that's not what's happening.
It's like I told you:
I-I sought you out from Citizen Detective
because I wanted to work with the brilliant
investigative mind that is Agent AfricanGrey.
And because you dropped a Sweeney Todd reference
in one of your posts.
Look, I-I don't care... Uh, no offense,
because I'm sure it was a significant trauma, but...
I don't care that you're a Yellowjacket.
That was like 30 years ago.
Twenty-five.
And it's the least interesting thing about you.
So, you just...
happen to love musicals?
And it has nothing to do with me?
Yep.
Well...
I don't really care about musicals,
- or what we listen to. - Oh.
Well, so then you won't be bothered if I put on...
Oh, let's tell the story of Cinderella,
except every character's a train? Ugh.
Enough already.
People of Europe!
I send you the Rainbow
Of Argentina
People of Europe!
I send you the Rainbow of Argentina
Thank God, because I am tired of starling soup.
So who's the thief?
Someone stole some bear meat from the shed.
I guess they think they deserve more
than the rest of us, which...
at this point, is pretty fucked.
If anybody, I'm the one who should be taking some more,
except I'm not because I'm not the fucking worst.
So which one of you is?
Okay. Right. Whatever.
It was probably him.
He thinks he's so much better than us.
I didn't take the fucking meat.
Okay? And in case you forgot,
not exactly nimble in the snow.
But you know what?
If it had been me, what exactly would you do about it?
Would you eat me?
Dark, threatening music
Let's all chill, you guys.
There's just no way that Coach would ever...
This is all because of you, you know.
- Excuse me? - Why we don't have any meat.
Lottie tries to bless you for the hunt,
but half the time you're MIA. Or when you do show up,
it's like you're practically holding your nose.
Are you joking?
You actually think that's why we can't find any game?
Because of me?
I'm the only one that's even trying.
Me and Travis.
While the rest of you guys are just fucking sitting
- on your asses. - If there isn't any game,
then how did Lottie get the birds?
Um, Lottie didn't get the birds.
They flew into the cabin.
Because she told them to.
It did happen when the blood dripped on
the symbol that she made.
We're still not really sure that's why.
Yeah, you see, that's what we call a coincidence.
Okay? Those birds were just...
like, confused, or...
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