01x05 - Mann Hunt

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Previously on Y: The Last Man...

There's been an event.

The men are dead, Regina.

I am the president of the United States.

How is this not an immediate
constitutional crisis?

If we're a united front,
she'll fall in line.

"Dr. Allison Mann, Harvard."

Boston's been hard to contain.
v*olence, looting.

I can get him out of here.

When were you gonna tell
us about Regina Oliver?

We'll handle the situation.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

A lot of people screaming conspiracy.

We need to talk about the pilots.

They're gonna be a problem.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa!

What happened?

How long till they realize that
two helicopters are missing?

When they do, they'll be looking
for the two missing pilots

that stole them. When we're
done with the scientists,

I'll help you find your girlfriend.

- I'm sorry.
- Well, we'll get to Boston by tomorrow.

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(CHITTERING)


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(GRUNTING)

What do you think she's like?

"Hi, I'm Dr. Allison Mann from Harvard.

Ever heard of it? I'm a geneticist."

It's like, put it away, you know?

Bet she makes a big deal
about not owning a TV.

(SHOUTING IN DISTANCE)

AGENT : I don't care if you like her.

We just need her to do her job.

Okay, well, I'm just saying

we should be ready for the
possibility that she's terrible.

I do not care about her
as a person, Yorick.

Do you care about me as a person?

- Not even remotely.
- Yeah, I don't believe you.

What?

- Oh, sh*t.
- (ENGINE REVVING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

WOMAN (OVER LOUDSPEAKER):
Clear the streets immediately.

For your protection, this area
will be going under curfew.

- Can you put your mask on, please?
- Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

(SHOUTING IN DISTANCE)

- (expl*si*n)
- (a*t*matic g*nf*re)

You're a dark spirit, Boston.

WOMAN (IN DISTANCE):
Keep this area clear.

Stay down, stay down,
stay down, stay down.

YORICK: That's a lot of security.

Come on, let's move.

- Oh, we're leaving?
- Yeah. Move. Stay low.

Do not move, Yorick. Do not wander.

Plant roots here, understand? Mm-hmm.

Good. Also, I value you as a
human being and as a friend.

And we are gonna find this Dr. Mann,

and then we'll get the f*ck out
of this terrifying hellscape.

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What are you... Okay.

Uh, yeah. What's the game plan?

- Do not move. Do not...
- Wander?

Yes, I know.

Okay.

- Hey, Yorick?
- Yeah.

- Put your mask down.
- Yes. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Uh...

- (AMPERSAND CHITTERS)
- Yeah, what was I supposed to say?

She's never given me a Kn*fe before.

SOLDIER: Incoming.
On foot. Stop right there!

- SOLDIER : Hands up!
- Identify yourself.

Stand down.

I'm Sergeant Nash,

nd Airborne.

(DOOR SHUTS)

Why aren't you in uniform?

We were clearing debris on Fayette.

Assholes found a stash of grenades.

First Sergeant didn't want us
making their job easier on them.

Are you gonna let me through, Private?

I've had a pretty shitty day.
I'd like to take my shoes off.

Come on.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

(BRAKES SQUEAK)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

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(AMPERSAND CHITTERING QUIETLY)

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(QUIETLY): Jesus.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Quiet, boy. Quiet.

(expl*si*n IN DISTANCE)

(a*t*matic g*nf*re IN DISTANCE)

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f*ck. Come on, come on.

- (CHITTERING)
- Shh, quiet.

Or I'll tell her it was your idea.

(HELICOPTER APPROACHING)

PERMAR: She one of
ours or one of theirs?

- AGENT : She's one of Harvard's.
- (CHUCKLES)

We count those as ours.

High value?

- She's a geneticist.
- All right.

Yeah.

That's a lot of tear gas.
Haven't seen any rioters yet.

They like to ambush us,
catch us off guard.

- We stay ready.
- So what's the game plan?

We rile them up,

they stick their head out of
whatever hole they're hiding in...

Hang on. Good.

We hit 'em with the gas,

maybe a little nonlethal a*mo.

Break 'em up for a couple hours.

They'll come back, they'll
rattle the cages for a while.

We'll get some sleep,
they'll get some sleep,

and we'll do it all over again tomorrow.

- What do they want?
- Attention.

A time machine. I don't know.

Answers. (SCOFFS) Get in line.

AGENT : Just let them
have the buildings.

What's so special about Harvard?

Research. Priceless art. History.

Somebody in Washington
wants to protect them, so...

They want to burn 'em down.

Uh, your Dr. Mann's not on our list.

Okay, well, I need access to her lab.

The Science Center?

The Science Center was the
first place they got. It's gone.

And if your Dr. Mann was
inside, she's gone, too.

Ready when you are.

Uh, you're doing this right now?

Might rain later.

sh*t.

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(FOOTSTEPS)

What are you doing in here?

Hey, answer me.

You're a friend, right?

- f*cking act like it.
- WOMAN: Hey, open up!

Drop it.

- (BANGING ON DOOR)
- Let me in!

(COUGHING)

How come we've got no clean water,

- and they've got unlimited tear gas?
- Be useful.

It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

Okay. Okay, I'll get you.

- I'll get you, get you, get you.
- (GROANS)

Okay, okay, okay. All right.

Aah!

(RETCHING)

You okay?

Camo fucks!

Get something to eat before
we go back out there.

(EXHALES) Okay.

(COUGHS)

PROTESTOR: minutes to clear the gas.

(EXHALES)

Waiting's the worst part.

Thanks.

Were you here in for the manhunt?

After the marathon?

Whole city locked down.
No one left the house.

Just waiting.

You got a place to go?

My brother's in Jamaica
Plain with a few guys.

They've got testosterone,
if you need it.

Place to sleep.

It's got to be better than
being on your own.

I'm... I'm with a friend.

What, do you work at
the zoo or something?

- Uh, rescued from a lab.
- Right on.

Tom's above Bella Luna if
you ever need anything.

Tell him Steph sent you.

I'm Steph.

Yorick.

Hey, where'd they find him again?

The manhunt. I can't remember.

Hiding in a rowboat.

No one can hide forever when
the whole world's looking.

AGENT : Hey. Hey, hey.

- Yeah, we gotta move.
- Okay.

We gotta move. They're tear
gassing protesters. Come on.

- You okay? What happened?
- Nothing.

Okay, where's my Kn*fe?

Uh, I lost it. Where the...
where the hell is Dr. Mann?

The lab's destroyed. The whole
science building's rubble.

- Come on, we gotta move. Come.
- What?

Come on, come on, move, move.

Let's go, let's go.

(a*t*matic g*nf*re)

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The Israelis land in an hour.

So they'll drop off Secretary Oliver,

then it's our show from Annapolis.

Armored caravans,

lead teams clearing roads.
Off-road vehicles if we need them.

- Okay. Good. Yep.
- Good.

- Good.
- Done.

I'd like to talk to you about
those two missing choppers,

- if you got some time.
- I never have some time.

Let's do it now.

So, there is tracking software

in those birds, if we
can get it working.

We've got a team on it.

Well, let's keep it small.

We can't spare the resources,
and we don't want rumors.

(SIGHS)

When Secretary Oliver gets here,

she will be greeted with full decorum.

Welcome home. Welcome home.

And then at some point,
we'll sit her down

and tell her how thankful we are...

- I am... that she's alive.
- (CHUCKLES)

And how much we look
forward to her joining us

in a senior position of some kind.

- Do not say, "of some kind."
- Wait! How senior?

LISA: I don't even think
that you should be there.

She might feel it's some
kind of a power grab.

- It's not a power grab.
- The Israelis should have kept her.

I wish they had.

Well, they didn't, so
we're stuck with her.

(CHUCKLES)

All right. Let's do this.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

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Hmm.

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I don't see a TV, so that's
still an outstanding concern.

There was nothing in
her file about a kid.

Hey, check this out.

She's obsessed with this place.

Yeah, my dad took us to the
Princeton Club for dinner,

like, three times a
year... it's, like, surf

- and turf, half a frozen tomato...
- (INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

... and three or four
bottles of Chardonnay.

(CLEARS THROAT)

- (INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
- (g*nf*re IN DISTANCE)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Princess, move.

Well, just give me another
minute. I'll get it.

You have ten seconds.

- Ten, nine, eight...
- Can you just... ?

Okay, you know what?
That's too much pressure.

- Move, move, move.
- Yeah, okay. Do your thing.

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Well, she's got to be here somewhere.

(CHUCKLING): Holy sh*t.

Oh, God. I really don't
want to say I told you so,

because I feel like that's...
that's beneath me,

but I freaking... called it.

Look at this place.

What, you still don't think she's here?

You know what, you know what
that is? That is, that's intuition.

That's what it is. They don't
teach that at Harvard.

Don't put your sh*t down, Yorick.

Look, he's a living being,
okay? He needs a break.

(AMPERSAND CHITTERING)

There we go, big guy. I know.
That was a loud noise outside.

I think you're just pissed off

'cause you knew I was
about to pick that lock.

You were never gonna get
that lock downstairs.

Give me five more seconds

- and I would've had that sh*t.
- Oh, please...

- (GRUNTS)
- What the f*ck?

Yorick!

Can you give me a hand?!

Can you just...

- Move out of the way!
- I can't see sh*t.

- Get the f*ck off me!
- Get out of the way!

(PANTS) Oh, sh*t.

It's her.

You're Dr. Allison Mann?

Do you mind?

- (GRUNTS)
- YORICK: Oh, my God.

We've been looking for you.
I'm with the federal government.

You've got a Y chromosome, don't you?

Yorick. Nice to meet you.

All right, buddy.
Hey, hey, it's all right.

You okay?

(AMPERSAND CHITTERS LOUDLY)

We're here on behalf of the President

- of the United...
- Will you please with...

What the hell is that thing, anyway?

YORICK: Hey, guys, please.
He's not a thing. Okay?

His name is Ampersand.

"He"?

- YORICK: Yes.
- There's two of you?

- You were together when it happened?
- Well, okay, I'm a person, but...

- I was gonna finish that.
- You alone, meaningless.

- Cool.
- But you both together?

Two survivors? Two f*cking together?!

- (SCREECHING)
- Shh. Shh, shh...

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

You've been selected by the president,

to take your existing research,

and with unlimited access
to the last two survivors...

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Save the species. Got it.

Hey, little guy.

I'm not gonna hurt you.
I just want to say "hi."

- Hey, hey.
- (GASPS)

Sometimes he needs a minute
to warm up to people.

We're gonna need you to get
your stuff together quickly.

I'll contact the president.

Obviously, we can't stay if
your lab's been destroyed,

but I'm sure we can get
together a secure lo...

No.

What?

Oh.

No, thank you.

I'm headed to San Francisco.

San-San Francisco seems far.

I lost years of research from my lab.

Well, now you have two
surviving subjects and...

And none of the equipment
I need to do the work.

The only lab that has what I need

- is in San Francisco.
- Absolutely not.

- There has to be something closer.
- There isn't.

This research is controversial,

- and not all of it is legal.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- W-Wait a second.
- The U. S. government is especially puritanical

when it comes to anything
resembling human cloning.

- H-Human cloning? What the... ?
- Nobody's using the software I need.

You can't even buy it in the States.

So, we can waste the next
years recreating my research

and trying, and failing, to replicate
highly-complicated software

made by extremely dead
programmers, or...

we can haul ass to San Francisco.

- Do you know that you're bleeding?
- What? Oh. Oh, God.

Uh, yeah, it's fine.

(GROANING)

- No, thank you. (INHALES SHARPLY)
- AGENT : No. No. Mm-hmm.

- This is... this is the last one.
- Mm.

- Well, you keep saying that.
- This is for you.

- YORICK: Ooh. Ooh.
- You're all done.

You do know, if he had bled out,

your special brand of genius
would be pretty much worthless.

I'm sorry, for, like, the tenth time,
that I thought the people

who sh*t down my door might
be here to do me some harm.

The tenth time? You haven't said
"sorry," not one damn time.

Yes, I have.

- BOTH: No, you haven't.
- But it's fine. Hey.

Stabbings happen, you know?

Let's just, everybody just pull it
back a little bit with the, um...

I got to contact the president.
I got to let her know.

YORICK: That we're
going to San Francisco

to human-clone me? Yeah.

And, uh, maybe on the way,
may I suggest sunny Ohio?

How exactly were you planning

- on getting to San Francisco?
- I was gonna walk,

but since you've name-dropped
the president so many times,

maybe she could send a plane?

Mm-mm. His survival's classified,

and President Brown needs
to keep it that way.

Ugh. You'd think that we could
do better than Jennifer Brown.

(SCOFFS) She's as vanilla as they come.

Nobody can know about him.

If those crazies find out he survived,

that stand-off out there just...
it turns into The Harvard m*ssacre.

By "those crazies," are you
talking about the people...

The lunatics blowing up buildings,
screaming conspiracy.

Yeah. Who else am I talking about?

They think the government
isn't telling them something.

Well... that's not crazy.

On any given day, the U. S. government

has thousands of people
building secret sh*t

that could k*ll every single
one of us... weapons,

- viruses...
- Okay.

- ... AI...
- So let me get this straight. Who... ?

Hey, um, have either of
you guys heard the, um...

the tuna fish sandwich joke?

(YORICK MUTTERS)

Have I... have I told you that?

The tuna fish sandwich joke?
Does that ring a bell?

Does that... It's like, "Tuna fish... "

AGENT : I'll be right back.
Neither of you leave this building.

- Where are you going?
- Wait, are you leaving me with her?

I could be saying the
same thing about you.

Uh, yeah, but I didn't s*ab you, so...

I'll be right back. Stay put.

(FOOTSTEPS RETREATING)

So... what's the joke?

YORICK: Hey, can we, uh... ?

Can we, uh... can we talk
about this for a second?

(YORICK SUCKS IN THROUGH
TEETH) I mean...

Maybe, uh... maybe we
should have a code word

or just a little meeting...
like a check-in sort of thing...

- before you just leave me with a...
- The sat phone's broken.

Antennae's busted.

Uh, uh, yeah. I didn't...

- That wasn't me.
- Well, I'll find us a new one.

I'll call your mom and be
back in a couple hours.

Whoa. Hey. Hey, a couple hours?

We need her, okay?

So just do your thing. Charm her.

Cha... Uh, charm her?
What, that's my thing?

I'm the charmer?

Okay, well, drive safe.

- (SIGHS)
- (DOOR CLOSES)

Drive safe?

(YORICK SIGHS)

They're storming statehouses,

governor's mansions, food banks.

Like, if-if we could hold
a press conference,

- we could mitigate some of the damage...
- Press conference? (LAUGHS)

Well, who the f*ck's gonna watch it?

- We don't even have the power on.
- Well, I know...

If a group of people
decide to take up arms

because of rumors,
misinformation, then...

Well, then we'll have to
shut it down, won't we?

No, we can't lose the statehouses.

Where are they getting their
information from now?

Word of mouth. It's like a
game of broken telephone.

- No one knows what to believe.
- Apparently, some of these groups

are circulating newsletters,

connecting dots that don't exist.

We are the government.

We can do better than newsletters.

Okay.

Yes? What? What is it?

We found a crash site in
the eastern Allegheny.

Definitely one, maybe
both, we're not sure.

The stolen choppers, ma'am.

Both? But we're not sure?

We only discovered the debris
field in the last minutes,

but it's our equipment.
We know that much.

How much is strewn about will help us

determine what we're looking at.

Human remains?

Not yet, but, um...

a crash with a thousand
pounds of fuel onboard...

Survival, uh...

They're dead, ma'am.

They've got to be.

Oh.

(SIGHS)

(DOOR CREAKS OPEN)

(GASPS)

Uh...

(CHRISTINE SNIFFLES)

Uh.

You know, it's pretty clear
Jennifer had something to do

with those missing helicopters.

The pilots, Agent Burgin?

(SOFT THUDDING)

She sent them to look for Hero, right?

I-I get it. I get it. I-I...

If I had a child out there,

I would do everything
I could to find them.

Except now we're down one helicopter,

and... the pilots that she sent out...

Jennifer... to fly it...

Uh, it just... It's...
it's very, very bad.

I mean... And Christine... (SIGHS)

... if you were involved,
if you knew, I...

I mean, I-I don't have to tell you...

Can you blackmail me some other time?

I'm not blackmailing you.

Hey.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Are you okay?

Hmm.

Hey. Are you okay?

(SNIFFLES)

Okay.

I think I'm having a miscarriage.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no,
no. Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

Let me help, okay?

I got you. I got you.

I got you.

- (SNIFFLES)
- You're okay. I got you.

- I got you. You're okay.
- (SIGHS)

It's gonna be okay.

(KIMBERLY GROANS SOFTLY)

You're good. I got you, okay?

DR. SCHIRRA: How many weeks?

Weeks? Uh...

ten, maybe. I don't know.

Haven't had time to sleep, let alone...

And so many people miscarried,
so I just thought I'd...

Mm. Let's move that down
a little bit more, okay?

(CHRISTINE INHALES SHARPLY)

I don't want anyone to know about this.

Of course.

This stays between us.

What is it?

What's wrong?

See that, right there?

Right... there. That little flutter?

That is a heartbeat.

- There was so much blood.
- It's not uncommon.

Just a scare.

Is this your first?

It's not my anything.

Well, you are closer to... weeks.

Is it a boy?

We'll need a blood test
to know for sure,

but pretty safe to say
you're having a girl.

Take a listen.

(HEARTBEAT WHOOSHING)

(SNIFFLES) I'm sorry.

There's just been so much death. (GASPS)

KIMBERLY: It's okay.

Don't worry.

Everything is gonna be okay.

(MOTORCYCLE ENGINE HUMMING)

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(FLOORBOARDS CREAK)

Drop it.

- Okay, drop it!
- Okay.

Who are you?

You first.

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMING)

Ah. f*ck.

(GRUNTING)

- Drop it!
- Aah!

- Oh!
- (GRUNTS)

- (GASPING)
- (SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING)

(YELLING)

(WHEEZES LOUDLY)

(BOTH PANTING)

(AGENT WHEEZING)

(YELLING) No!

(BOTH GRUNT)

(PANTING)

How long are we gonna do this?

- This your house?
- f*ck no, this isn't my house.

We're both looking
for her. Cut the sh*t.

She's not here.

I've been here three weeks.

(PANTING)

Okay.

I'm .

- .
- (WHIMPERS)

- (AGENT GROANS)
- (PANTING)

When'd she recruit you?

I mean, w-we must have come
in around the same time.

Are you gonna say anything, or... ?

- We're not supposed to.
- We're not supposed to be here, either.

Did Fran give you this address?

She told me I was the only
one who had it, our secret.

Did she tell you that, too?

- Is your alive?
- Oh, of course not.

What the f*ck am I supposed to do now?

Where, uh... where were
you when it happened?

Middle of an op in Michigan.

Years of recon.

They pulled me out, told
me they were sending me

to the State Department.

They briefed me in a few weeks.

The day it happened was
my first day on the job.

Where were you?

Oklahoma.

They pulled me out,
sent me to the Pentagon.

First day of work when it happened.

That's a hell of a coincidence.

What? You think they knew?

We're not supposed to ask questions.

Took me a while to find all this sh*t.

It was hidden all over the house.

I found this under her bed. (CHUCKLES)

- You mind if I, um... ?
- Take whatever you want.

I got what I need.

She didn't use a tracer.

She doesn't want to be found.

Even by us.

But I'll find her.

She owes me an explanation.

It's really not her fault.

So, let me guess.

Foster care?

Juvie?

Where'd they find you?

We were chosen because we have no one.

That's not true.

So, what, she recruited
you off the debate team?

She ask your mom's permission?

(SNIFFLES)

(AGENT SIGHS)

What are you gonna do if you find her?

I'm gonna put a b*llet
in between her eyes,

and then, I'm gonna live
my life like a person

for the first time ever.

You should do the same.

Oh.

Did you draw all these dicks?

People grieve in their own way.

(CLEARS THROAT)

- You like teaching here?
- Not really.

My girlfriend's a PhD
candidate... anthropology.

She loves teaching.

Teaching is exhausting, unfulfilling,

and requires being around young people,

which is not something
I particularly enjoy.

I teach because I don't want
to work for the government

or some evil pharmaceutical monolith,

and I've got bills.

- Or I did.
- Sure, yeah.

Everyone, uh... everyone has a job.

- What's your job?
- I'm also a teacher.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

Magic.

It's, like, card tricks, escape
artistry, sleight of hand.

What?

Does she always run
off on secret missions

- without telling you where she's going?
- (SCOFFS)

What, ? Yeah.

That's kind of her thing.

?

(SCOFFS) What is that?

- You're supposed to call her that?
- I have asked these questions,

and yes, pretty much, yeah.

I'm supposed to call her that.

Uh, so, what's in San Francisco?

The lab.

- Right.
- The only lab that has what I need

- to do the work properly.
- Right, right. The lab. That's right.

It just sounds like there's
more to it than that,

but... (INHALES SHARPLY)

- What do I know?
- There is highly technical,

highly secret research in that lab.

The kind of research
that only two people

- in the entire world know about.
- Two people. Right.

You and your secret San
Francisco boyfriend?

I'm gay.

- Oh.
- But I need this software

and years of data and samples...

years' worth...

before you're too old to be
reproductively interesting.

"Reproductively interesting"? Wow.

Okay. Uh... (CHUCKLES)

Y-Yeah, I thought...
Can't men... Men can, uh...

Sure, men can reproduce well past ,

but... should they?

After , the caliber of
your genetic material

is seriously downgraded
if not entirely impaired.

Yeah, I'm .

You look older.

Okay. Well, it's kind of been a
bit of a stressful few months,

but thank you for pointing
that out, Doctor.

Is there anything else to drink?

There's... chardonnay.

♪ ♪

(EXHALES HEAVILY)

(EXHALES HEAVILY)

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

Ma'am?

Are you okay?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

They said they'd call
when they got to Boston.

- Why haven't they called?
- They have identified the remains

of the two pilots from the crash.

General Reed confirmed
a few minutes ago.

Nothing about Yorick.

(GASPING)

Do you think...

I mean, could she have
k*lled those pilots?

No.

No, it-it was a horrible accident.

I mean, she said she'd
take care of them.

Did she think I wanted...

She works for me.

Ma'am, this isn't your fault.

- It was an accident.
- Pull everything we have

on the Culper Ring.
Whatever we can find.

She brought back hard drives
from her field office.

I want... I want them decrypted.

Okay. I can enlist some
of our tech people.

Maybe a CIA analyst.

But what do we tell them it's about?

(EXHALES)

I'll worry about the cover
story. You just do it.

I need to find out who
the f*ck my son is with.

Are you okay?

- You seem...
- I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine, ma'am.

Just tired.

Let's not be late.

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We're so glad you're home.

(FOOTSTEPS ECHOING)

You must be exhausted,

but everyone is so happy
that you're home.

I'm-I'm just down the hall
if you need anything.

I'm sorry about your, uh, father.

He was a good man.

Thank you.

None of this turned out the way
he would have wanted it.

Regina, I know we haven't
always seen eye to eye.

When you were on The View,

you called me strident.

None of that matters now.

This place is a Rachel
Maddow fever dream.

(LAUGHS)

We have to stick together.

How do I get my hands
on some decent hair dye?

I came out of that coma
looking like the Crypt Keeper.

(CHUCKLES)

Some of the women in the basement
have the drugstore box stuff. I...

I could ask them.

I haven't dyed my own hair
since I was a teenager.

It's actually not that hard.

I'm happy to help.

Your father won in a landslide,

and we still ended up
with socialists in charge.

Except you're here now.

People are gonna have to pick sides.

Rest up. You have friends here.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Oh, sorry.

- I can come back.
- Oh, no, it's-it's fine.

It was... It was good to talk to you.

Thanks for stopping by.

I look forward to more time together.

Me, too. Madam Secretary.

Madam President.

Suddenly so many Madams.

- That is true.
- Madam this. Madam that.

- In here, there, everywhere. Madams.
- Now more than ever, I-I guess.

I wanted to speak with you.

Oh, I'm sure you do.

You've got the run of the place.

Imagine you're not...
keen to give it up.

We're all working together.
All hands on deck.

Oh, as long as you're in charge.

Is there anything to eat around here?

I could eat just about anything

as long as it isn't hummus.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

I'll see what I can do.

Thanks.

YORICK: Okay, can you...

Can you explain it to me
just one more time?

They're deficient in an enzyme
called -alpha reductase.

- Okay.
- It's the one that converts testosterone

- into dihydrotestosterone.
- To dihydrotestosterone.

- That's... Okay. Okay.
- Completely commonplace

in a remote area of the
Dominican Republic.

Babies are born, assigned female,

only to discover male sex organs
that descend in puberty.

Oh. And then...

there's androgen insensitivity syndrome.

One in , genetically XY births
are resistant to androgens,

the male hormones, and so babies
are born with internal testes

but typically female external traits.

Millions of women dropped dead that day,

some of whom had no idea
they even had a Y chromosome.

Can I ask you a question?

- No, thanks.
- (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Why this place?

Your apartment seemed nice enough.

I didn't have enough Jim Crow-era
stained glass at my place.

(SCOFFS)

Okay.

It's just, um...

- I saw the crib in your, uh...
- And you made assumptions.

I don't have a kid.

- Ok-Okay.
- (EXHALES)

Just, you have a crib, though.

Men love to ask women
about children, don't they?

Didn't you just say that there's
no such thing as men and women?

Yeah, I didn't say
there's no such thing.

I said there's infinite variations.

And the idea that I'll be working
to bring back men is reductive

- and ridiculous and beyond stupid.
- Okay. Okay, I'm sorry.

Look, I was just asking
because you seem sad.

I seem sad?

(SCOFFS)

Look around you.

You understand how f*cked we are, right?

Yeah.

If I can figure out why you survived...

and that's a big if...

and I can somehow figure
out a way to replicate it

or replicate you... and again,
that's an even bigger if...

none of that even begins to scratch
the surface of what we have lost.

Which is not, and I cannot
emphasize this enough...

... men.

Not everyone with a Y
chromosome is a man.

We lost so many people that day.

So many brilliant women.

(CHUCKLES): And biodiversity.

(SNIFFLES)

Because... it's not just us.

It's monkeys.

Giraffes.

Tigers.

(SNIFFLES, EXHALES)

Dogs.

Lemurs.

(CHUCKLES) Koalas.

Coyotes.

(YORICK GRUNTS)

I don't envy you.

You won't have much of a
life from now on, will you?

Hey.

We got to go.

- Did you talk to my mom?
- ALLISON: Your mom?

Oh, yeah, my mom is
Jennifer Brown, by the way.

- You should probably know that.
- (ALLISON GROANS)

- ALLISON: Wait a sec. Wait.
- I spoke with her.

We're authorized to continue
on to San Francisco.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Wait, wait. Wait, what?

That's it? That's all she said?

She said hi, too.

ALLISON: Hey, listen,

- what I said...
- Sh-She's less vanilla

once you get to know her.

- Uh...
- They're using tear gas

every minutes, so we'll
move out after the next round.

Gear up.

YORICK: Um...

- AGENT : Hey.
- Yeah?

What's wrong with her?

Oh, she's drunk.

Oh, my God. Hey, hey, what happened?

Okay.

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