01x08 - The Tribe Has Spoken

Episode transcripts for the TV show, "Class of '07". Aired: March 17, 2023 - present.*
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An apocalyptic tidal wave hits during a reunion of an all-girls high school, a group of women must find a way to survive on the island peak of their high school campus.
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01x08 - The Tribe Has Spoken

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Where are you guys going?

I'll get you, you f*cking b*tches!

I've got k*ller whales

that hunt on my command.

You better watch your back

because Tilikum's coming!

- Where are they going?

- Where the f*ck do you think?

To find people and food.

And sexual partners.

Is that the whole class?

Sandy, did they steal your boat?

Yeah, and all the kayaks and all

the canoes and the dead f*cking chicken.

Some party, Amelia.

Wait! Guys!

I overslept!

Guys, for the love of God,

don't leave me here!

Hey, buddy.

Breakfast's ready.

Please come and eat, Amelia.

We've just boiled the last school shoe.

You got to get it while you can

because we're moving on to carpet next.

Hey, have you ever tried

a positivity journal?

I hear those things can rewire your brain.

Or what about, um

What about that laugh therapy thing?

You want to try that?

It's gonna be really weird at first,

but I'll do it with you, okay? You ready?

One, two, three.

Stop trying to fix me, Zoe.

I'm not going to fight this.

This is a perfectly natural reaction

to the situation.

But there's people out there.

We just gotta wait for the others

to find them and bring back help.

It's been 18 days, Zoe.

It's adorable you think

they're ever coming back.

It's not like they've got

a bloody mega yacht, you know.

It's going to take them a minute.

Either that or they're dead.

Is that it?

But the insole's got the most nourishment,

- and I'm eating for two.

- I'm eating for two.

It's annoying,

but she's right, guys.

Oh, whatever.

I'm leaving soon, okay?

And if those b*tches hadn't

stolen my boat, I'd be out there

eating gull right now,

not sensible f*cking shoes.

Any luck?

Not really.

She's like a phone without a signal.

Ooh! Where did we get

sea salt flakes from?

Dandruff.

It just adds, like, a little

something-something. Here.

Okay.

There she goes again.

I don't think she's ever

been out this long before.

Don't waste it.

Stop!

Guys, it's time.

We need to discuss it again.

- No!

- Uh-uh.

- Hell, no.

- It's not an option, Renee.

Okay? We just have to hang in there

until the new crops come in.

And, in the meantime,

the music room's freshly renovated,

the carpet's hardly been sat on.

Carpet isn't food!

Okay? We're never going to survive

on carpet.

For weeks, our bodies have been

going through

all our glycerol and ketone stores,

and now they're eating away

at the muscle protein, too.

People can survive for ages

on barely anything.

Look at Gandhi.

Look at Gwyneth Paltrow.

What? Not without

their key organs failing.

Guys, our bodies are

shutting down already.

That stench, that is our kidneys failing.

And our lungs,

they're in the process of shrinking.

Our hearts will just

eventually shrivel up and give out.

It's usually a heart att*ck

that gets you in the end.

Or an infection.

How is that, uh, s*ab wound, Zo?

It's barely even festering, Renee.

Guys, there is always

a reason to keep going.

- Exactly.

- Mmm.

Okay.

And this would be how we kept going.

And I'm so tired of being hangry.

Okay, Bicky, surely there are

moral implications to this.

Well, I don't know.

We have been eating

the body of Christ for millennia.

Oh, no. No, Zoe's right. It's immoral.

Oh, my God. You are overthinking this.

Okay, sure, the first time I ate

that Guatemalan coast guard,

I felt weird,

but then I felt f*cking amazing.

Okay, well, then,

if we're going to do this,

we need to do it soon

before we're all too weak, right?

Oh, yeah. Okay. Cool.

So who are we going to eat then?

Hmm?

Hmm?

Yeah, that's what I thought.

We're not going to eat anyone

because how would we even decide?

Tribal council?

Tribal council.

No, no, girls,

I was joking.

No, girls. I was joking.

Oh, real cute.

The nun who loves reality TV.

Not so f*cking cute now, is it, Bicky?

Wait, you dickheads!

Oh, that f*cking possum.

Hi.

I thought maybe you'd want to talk

to a, uh, professional.

Obviously, you're going to have to imbue

an inanimate object

with those qualities, but worked for me.

Amelia, I know that this is a really

f*cked-up situation,

but we're worried about you.

Can you hear that?

You're hearing things, are you?

Like what, voices, or

Wait, did Zoe put you up to this?

- Mmm

- Amelia, please.

I think maybe it's time

that we charge up the battery

to give you some

electroshock therapy, yeah?

You know what?

I think I will take that mop.

Shut up and let me sleep.

Shut up! Shut up.

I mean, unless her therapist

works differently to mine,

I don't think Amelia is in there

talking about her feelings.

You guys talking strategy?

You're not planning

to vote for me, are you?

No one's voting for anyone.

Shut up! Shut up!

So what's your thinking in terms

of, um, personality versus physicality?

Like, are you trying to weigh up

who's best in terms of meat

or who's worst terms of survival value?

- Well, I was thinking

- Mm-hmm.

- We could totally split the vote, yeah?

- Mm-hmm.

And end up blindsiding no one!

You idiots.

- We clearly can't rely on Zoe's vote.

- Mmm.

Holy shitballs, Sandy.

Did you do all this?

My boat looks amazing.

Yeah, I learned some sh*t

out on the open sea, Zoe.

And it's my boat now.

Um, speaking of the open seas,

you've obviously spent

quite a lot of time out there

No thanks to you.

Yeah, still feel really bad

about that. Um

Just wondering, though.

Do you think there's anywhere out there

that I could get some antidepressants

for Amelia?

There has to be somewhere

that hasn't been pillaged yet, right?

You're thinking about it all wrong, Zoe.

You need to find those who pillage.

It's called Scuba City.

It's this floating commune

made up of scuba diving instructors

and their tour boats.

Every sun-bleached,

slow-talking m*therf*cker

who ever wrapped their lips

around a snorkel have banded together,

and now they're looting

everything beneath the surface.

Wait, so all of those beach bums

who failed school

and, like, chase the summer,

they're f*cking running sh*t now?

Pretty much.

Anything you want,

they can dive down and get.

Fancy a tin of soup for dinner?

There's a Costco below.

I mean, antidepressants?

They could definitely do

a chemist retrieval in their sleep.

That's amazing. That's perfect.

Yeah, it's perfect. It's amazing.

No, no. You want to avoid Scuba City, Zoe.

Anyone I ever knew

who couldn't pay back Scuba City

wound up drowned.

f*ck.

Why the hell do you want

to go back out there, then?

Uh, Zoe, I survived three months

just by drinking my tears alone.

My weakness actually

made me resilient as f*ck.

I kind of want my kid thing to know

that feeling too.

Teresa, as well.

As long I can convince her to come.

Aw, is that why you included

the second bike?

Friendships, eh? They're all we've got.

Yep.

Until you're ready to eat a bitch.

Uh, you all right?

Girls! Eat me.

I'll do it. I'm the oldest,

I'm much more likely to go to heaven

and I've found a few examples

of ritualized sacrifice

in the Old Testament,

which served as a theological

loophole for m*rder.

So, what do you say?

Uh, yeah, uh,

I think we just need a minute, Sister.

I'll say it.

Who's eating mutton

when you could eat lamb?

Shh!

That is such a generous offer,

Sister, but

We can't eat a nun.

Because of God. It would just

piss him off too much.

You understand, right?

But you can run the tribal council.

Girls.

You've taken my little joke too far.

Oh, f*ck it. Mutton it is.

No, no, no, no.

Yes, I will run tribal council.

Just give me a moment.

So, Zoe, how do you feel

about the vote tonight?

Uh, yeah. Look,

I'm, I'm obviously a target.

I'm the only one here

who thinks this is f*cking stupid.

You've kept me awake

for the last time, you little sh*t.

Where are you?

Time to start thinking like a possum.

Once the votes are counted,

the decision is final,

and the person with the highest

amount of votes will be eliminated.

First vote.

Zoe.

No surprise there.

Second vote.

Teresa.

Third vote.

- Megan.

- Oh!

Teresa.

What?

Teresa.

Are you f*cking serious?

All I have done for months

is cook and clean for you

ungrateful b*tches.

All while toe-less, mind you,

and this is the thanks I get?

It's not personal, honestly.

You've treated your body

like a temple through years of IVF.

You're organic as sh*t, T.

Well, if you are all going

to use motherhood against me,

then I am going to use it to save myself.

- Huh?

- What?

I'm gonna raise Sandy's baby.

What? Really?

- The heck is this sh*t?

- You'd do that for me?

Yes, if it keeps the baby safe.

But we're not raising it out at sea

like a couple of pirate freaks.

Okay? We stay on land

and we go to Renee for weekly check-ups.

Oh, okay, okay.

So I'm saved or what?

- Yes.

- Yeah.

I mean, mothers keep things running,

so T is safe.

- Thank you.

- Congratulations.

Teresa. Does not count.

- Zoe.

- Come on.

That's two votes, Zoe.

One vote, Megan.

Teresa.

Does not count.

Final vote.

It's Megan.

- What the f*ck?

- What the f*ck?

So we have two votes, Zoe,

two votes, Megan.

We have a tie.

Two-for-one meal deal.

Nice.

Hey there, little buddy.

Amelia?

No, no!

What? What do you want?

You look nice.

Uh, we just need you to

come to tribal council

and vote in the tiebreaker, please.

No, I'm doing what I promised to do

weeks ago, and I'm waiting for death.

Okay? You guys should try it.

Amelia!

I'm trying really hard

not to regress right now.

I'm trying to be gentle.

And I understand that you have

a different take on the situation.

But you are also kind of the reason

that we are facing this decision.

Your little party really screwed us over.

So, please, come and vote,

because the rest of us really would love

to survive, even if you don't want to.

Fine.

That was a close call

to turn the bitch back on.

Sure. But why am I on the chopping block?

I'm sorry, but playing the fiddle

is not a survival skill.

What, so we don't value art anymore?

This country's never valued art.

Why start now?

Amelia.

Listen, I know I messed up, a lot.

But there are people out there, guys,

and there are other ways to survive.

It's not even about choosing me

or choosing Megan.

It's about choosing no one.

Yeah, that that makes sense to me.

Thank you.

What kind of life

is this anyway, guys?

Just because human beings can survive

doesn't mean that they should.

Suffering doesn't equate to meaning.

Sometimes it's just suffering.

No, no, no. That is not true.

That is not what I meant.

There's always hope, okay?

- We've survived this long, I mean

- No.

No, Zoe. It doesn't matter.

You're missing the point.

None of it matters.

It doesn't matter that we created

electricity or that we grew crops or,

or even that there are

other people out there.

Those people don't matter.

We don't matter. You don't matter.

I matter.

I f*cking matter.

I'm the whole reason you came here.

I'm the reason you're still alive,

so choose me.

Please, save me.

Oh, Zoe.

Don't you know that you're the girl

who doesn't get chosen?

But somehow you're surprised

to be standing here yet again,

waiting to be eliminated.

So, no, I don't choose you.

But I don't choose Megan either.

This is all gonna be over

for all of us soon enough.

Let's not make it any harder until then.

She makes good points.

Yeah, actually, Zoe's f*cked up a lot.

- Yeah.

- Don't listen to her. She's mental.

It was Zoe who trapped us at the reunion.

Did you see what she was wearing?

She's unhinged.

Zoe pushed Sandy out to sea.

And then she made Saskia take the blame.

And it was Zoe's fault the netball hoop

fell on my toe.

That was an accident.

Also was an accident that you k*lled

the last chicken at formal?

- Exactly! That's why we're starving now.

- She always called me Pepé.

I'm the only one who knows

how to work the radio.

She's not wrong.

- So

- True.

Now that we know that

there are people out there,

that's kind of more important than ever.

Well, I can

I don't have any comebacks.

Megan.

I vote Megan.

Yeah, me, too.

- No, no.

- It just makes sense.

No.

Same.

- So sorry, Megan.

- Megan. Seems obvious to me.

- What the hell?

- Megan.

I vote for Megan, too.

And so does our baby.

- Saskia. Oh, please, you tell them.

- Please you don't do this.

- Please.

- Oh, guys, it's not personal.

It's just

If this is what the group wants, then,

yeah, it's Megan. I'm sorry.

Girls, this has now gone too far,

and I'm very sorry

- that I played along.

- Call it, Sister.

For the greater good.

Don't.

The person with the highest

number of votes

is Megan.

Are you serious?

You're a bunch of skanks, the lot of you!

Just a bunch of daughters of b*tches.

Yeah, walk away. I don't care.

f*ck the lot of you!

You are a bunch of balls.

I'm sorry.

Good morning, listeners.

Today is a really bad day for us.

Once again, our coordinates

are 34.4100 degrees south,

150.3037 degrees east.

We know that you're out there.

Please

come and save us from ourselves.

How are we all feeling today?

Excited?

You good? Okay. All right,

let's see what we have here.

It's obviously a baby.

Or is it?

No, no. I

A vibrator, really?

- Please.

- Just go with it, okay?

Okay. Might be a little bit cold.

By my estimations,

you're about four months along.

Do you wanna hear the heartbeat?

Well, it would sound

a little bit like this.

Really?

Really, this is, this is working for you?

Yeah. Sorry.

It's just, this is all I've ever wanted.

But I had to talk myself

out of it months ago.

You know, thinking

that it would never happen.

Well, it's happening

in about seven months.

- Five.

- Five.

Maths, I

You'll get your baby, Teresa, and I'll go.

Once I deliver the thing,

I'll sail off and leave you to it.

What, Sandy?

No one is asking you to leave.

Oh, please.

No one wants me here.

You could not wait for me

to leave in Grade 12.

And Zoe and Saskia pushed me

out to sea first chance they got.

Oh

Even when I tried to join

that group of Guatemalan coast guards,

they cut me loose, too.

I mean, didn't you say

you ate one?

Okay, so they had grounds.

But the point is, I am a lone wolf now,

and I belong at sea.

Sandy,

you are an absolute psycho.

Thank you.

But we want you here.

Okay? And there is literally no one else

I would want to raise this kid with

than my best friend.

Oh, you guys!

f*ck off, Renee!

This is our moment.

Oh!

Oh, no, no, no

What

Yeah, I know. I know.

It's not like I can whip out

a violin at a barbecue

to try to get a singalong going.

I get it. No hard feelings, guys.

No, I beg to differ.

The Corrs, Dave Matthews Band,

the orchestral drum

of the "Thong Song," iconic.

I'll do it.

I volunteer to be sacrificed instead.

Wait, really?

Yeah. Look, I'm done.

I've lost hope.

You guys haven't, so

If it helps you go on,

then that's, that's what I'll do.

f*cking f*ck!

- All right, guys, a little insensitive.

- Are you sure, Amelia?

Yeah. I'm sure.

But none of this

Picnic at Hanging Rock sh*t, all right?

I don't want to see any

What, did you want to give her

a chance to chicken out?

No.

We either do this now,

or we're not going to do it at all.

The minute she said

that sh*t to me last night,

she was pretty much dead to me anyway.

So, I'm going to take care of this, okay?

For all of us.

But then no more,

"Zoe always fucks sh*t up."

Okay? No more, "Zoe doesn't matter,"

all right?

Somebody has to do

the gory sh*t around here,

and it's gonna be me, okay?

Okay.

Go and set the table.

Oh!

Oh, f*ck.

- Oh, thank God.

- What the hell?

Thank God.

For a second there, I actually thought

I had properly done you in.

That was really hard to judge

because I had to hit you hard enough

to make it convincing,

but, like, not so hard that you d*ed.

It looks like I f*cking nailed it.

Why am I on a bike, on a boat, Zoe?

Because you have to go, Amelia, okay?

There is a place out there

called Scuba City,

and they can get you anything you need.

So I need you to go out there

and get yourself some meds,

and then come back home, please.

You are so f*cking annoying.

- What?

- I was ready to go.

I was at peace.

And then you go out

and you do this f*cking fake sacrifice

and psycho boat escape,

and, what, I'm just meant to come back

from all of that?

Yes.

Oh, my God, Zoe, you know what you are?

You're like a, uh, uh

Like a diagnosis, okay?

When the doctor sits you down

and says this really annoying

and sometimes life-threatening thing

is now a part of your life,

so you're just gonna have

to learn to deal with it.

Do you know how lucky we are, Amelia?

You know how many people are out

there and they're just completely alone?

People who would k*ll to have someone

who was a diagnosis

because this thing, this thing

that you refuse to call friendship

because, God forbid, ew, yucky,

this is all either of us have left.

So, yeah, sorry,

I'm always going to be here,

pissing you off and whacking you

just the perfect amount

so that you don't get f*cking eaten,

and telling you your fringe looks great

even though it looks fine,

because the difference between surviving

and actually living up here

is doing all the same sh*t,

but having somebody else to do it with.

It's a f*cking privilege, okay?

I knew I couldn't pull off a fringe.

- Oh, my God.

- Why'd you let me do that?

Is that seriously

what you're regretting right now?

Oh, f*ck. Oh, God.

This is good.

Regret means you're feeling something.

I want to keep feeling things.

Yeah. Good. Then just get up.

Go, go, go! Don't think. Just go.

Be safe.

And come back, please.

Well, I just think it's more tasteful

to have someone do the eulogy as we eat,

so we can truly appreciate the sacrifice.

It's not a theater restaurant, Genevieve.

I'm not saying it's a theater restaurant.

It's an honoring of Amelia's life

- and the sacrifice she's made for us.

- Guys.

That sounds a lot like

a theater restaurant to me.

- Guys.

- It's not,

it's just about appreciating what she did,

her life, her hobbies, her

- friends and family

- What are you gonna say?

Guys.

I'm gonna say, you know

Guys!

We have been listening to Zo-Zo FM.

We can see what looks like a school.

We've just passed netball courts

and, uh, could be a cliff face.

That's the west side.

That's That's boys.

Hey! Wait up. Hey!

Hi. I know we don't know each other,

but I'm freaking out

because I think my forehead really smells,

so can you, can you just smell it for me?

Just, just smell it.

Sorry, that was really weird.

I'm sorry. That was weird.

Zoe, stop!

Get on the boat!

They'll k*ll you if you go back

without me.

Oh, it's about freaking time.

Been standing out here flapping

like a d*ck in the wind,

waiting to see if you'd save me, too.

Well, to be fair,

this boat is built for two people,

so I can only go around in a circle.

It's a fair point.

Well, hurry up, dickhead.

Sorry.

Come on, Sister!

Good day, girls.

We've been looking for a place

to call home.

And we're pretty hungry, so, uh

fire up the stove, ladies.

What do you reckon?

Will you have us?

Six lovely lads coming ashore!

You know, your fringe

doesn't actually look that bad.

Okay, we don't need to talk about it.

You know what they say,

it's only like a week between

a sh*t haircut and a good haircut.

Yeah, well,

at the rate you're riding at,

I'll be freaking Rapunzel

before we get anywhere.

All right, then.

I've got little legs.

Just keep riding, Zo-Zo.

Keep riding.
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