Episode Seven

- Boyage.

“- Last resort contains adult themes and language.”

Listener discretion is advised. (upbeat music) , episode seven, who do you serve? - I know it works special, works special, works special. - It is what you do, it is what you sleep, it is what you sleep.

- Because you, because you trust me, trust me, trust me, trust me, trust me, trust me. - It was a lower-ville slugger, unfinished. - Chip doll to hell. - I don't know where it came from.

He never even watched baseball,

but he sure loved knocking it against the door. The walls. - Remember me, I'm still here. - Yeah, we know Reggie, we know.

“He saw what it did to us, how it made my mother flinch.”

Dinner was always on time because it wasn't worth finding out what had happened, otherwise. He was asleep when I shot him, which is funny because we'd had a really nice day. There was this pop-up theme park in town

and he paid for all the rides and all the food.

He even let me eat a chili cheese corn dog

in the back seat of his Buick. My mother couldn't stop smiling. That's about the happiest I've ever seen or actually. I mean, he got her on the damn tilt-a-world for fuck's sake. What a janky-ass, tetanus-trapped that thing was.

But I knew it couldn't last.

“I knew that Samaro would be a different story”

or the same story all over again. Maybe I could preserve something, you know? Some little shaving of joy for me and for her. So I took the gun out of the nightstand. I popped a single bullet into the chamber

and I shot him. Straight through his five o'clock shadow.

I've never told anyone that.

Not even Michelle must be your clerical demeanor detective. Anyway, you asked me what I'm listening to. What's playing inside my head? It's all the greatest hits of my miss-spent youth on repeat. How about you?

What do you hear? You're never getting out, you know? You're rotting at cell or one very much like it. And that's what I thought about Ecos. But here I am.

Two counts of murder in the first degree. Aggravated assault, destruction of private property. Really? And when we find your accomplice, I'll put this whole fucking nightmare to bed. You still don't get it, do you?

What is it? I'm supposed to get, Miss Delgado. I'm in here, but it's out there. In her, Phyllis doesn't need machines anymore. She is the machine and she can do pretty much whatever she wants now. Yeah, it still amazes me out quickly.

So people can turn absolutely bark and mad with no in or warning, or except maybe there were hands. Maybe there were plenty of clues, but no one was paying attention. I'm a lot of things detective, but I'm not crazy yet. I guess our state appointed shrink will decide that.

Yep. I hope you're right, though, because as far as I'm concerned, your about his guilty as a snake in an apple treaty. You've had it in for me since day one. I'm a professional, I follow facts.

And what are the facts in this case? As you see them. Well, you killed Alvaro Torres, that's established.

The wounds that Mr. Torres sustained would indicate otherwise.

What would you call it? Psychotic rage, then there's Ms. Norquis. Susan killed herself. Uh-huh. Is that so hard to believe?

With all the A+ insanity that was hitting the fan out there? It was hard for me to grasp is why you're girlfriend is still trying to defend you. If you tell me where she is, Alaska.

Come on, you owe me that much.

I don't really owe you a fucking thing. Tell me anyway. Why? Because you'll be dead soon.

“If you want to know what I hear, what I can't get out of my head, my jeers.”

They're they're these little hands symbols from India, paint and gold. Just see how our Christian is with him sometimes. Well, my life gave a pair to my daughter for her eight birthday. Big mistake. She tied them around wrists or ankles, she announced breakfast, lunch, dinner with them.

She take them things that bad and wake us up with, unlike the lady of a matter. We tried to give her some lessons, but that spoiled all the fun, of course. Well, finally, we had to take them in gear as a way that come out on special occasions. You know, until her interest went in a different direction, and she forgot about them entirely. She worshiped you, your clothes, your hair, your smile, each and every curated moment.

She drank it all up in buckets, and I've never seen her so devoted.

She was never going to be you, wishy. You know how hard it is to come as a half-ending teenage girl with broad shoulders and the buck tea that she's absolutely got down perfect just the way she is. Now, we could not afford the Gucci Purses and the Manulo's and the fucking cabaret paint. You cover that smuged-down face of yours with a sorry, covered past tense.

We would not be giving her those things and what my daughter did get on a regular basis. A whole lot of grief from her peers. People she didn't even know tossing the worse insults you can imagine.

“I would have arrested the little degenerates, maybe you should have.”

She said she messaged you once. I suppose that went through like a rain drop in a hurricane. She waited all week for a response, and when that didn't happen, she grabbed her journal, and her stuff to her have. When she wrote her bike up to the mercy canyon, took us three days to find her.

Kyle's found her first. He folks think you're immune to consequences, don't you? If all the standards and protocols rest of us abide by just evaporate when they're proxy to such greatness, such unearned sway, well now you're fine and out. Now you see what's on the other side of that screen, and there ain't no apple and earth

that kind of hell you're about to make.

“Is that why you've had your gun trained on me for the last 10 minutes detective?”

What the hell is this? I don't remember drawing it, do you? Go for sly and hover, go for sly and hover, then I guess you better arrest her can over. I mean you can't approach over, I don't want to come out here and see for yourself over. On my way, sway out, you're only as bright as you're doing this whole.

Wait, can you let me out of here, please? Cute. There must be a back exit, you can cuff me, but we really should be going the other way detective. Because that's not filis, I mean it is, but it's also something else, something much

See in court, Miss Delgado, it's been an honor. At least move Michelle, detective, hey. I'm not going to hurt you, Nikki.

What do you want, I want to be friends, like we were at Ecos, I was never your friend.

Of course you were, we shared a gift you and me. What gift was that? The only one that matters, abundant good health.

“I think maybe we'd define health differently.”

Something's happened to you, you're mistrustful. Why, why, how about you ask Jonah why, or Heather, or Susan, or those cops you just screamed into oblivion? Things were going so well. You were integrating.

Filis, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but your therapy fucking sucks. Oh, it's not mine. How arrogant I think it's mine, but I understand. That was my first mistake as well, believing that I controlled this immense source of healing and prosperity I don't.

None of us, too.

Is that supposed to make me feel better?

What are all those people have in common? The ones who weren't ready. They try to impose their conscious will upon a force that is naturally allergic to it. That's the real problem. Humans.

“And their greedy childish need to categorize, to index, to pull everything down to their”

base levels of kitchen sink morality and say, well, I've made sense of this and therefore I am big and this is small. We're a fraction of a fraction of what's out there, Nikki. We're the ingredients on a box of cereal, but we're being offered something now. And it's our job to accept it, accept it with an open heart and an open hand.

What happened to the amplifier? I destroyed it. Why? I don't need it anymore.

The filter, the enhancer, the whole sensor array.

By the time you reached the control room, it was too late. You can't run forever. I don't want to fight with you, Nikki. In fact, I'd very much like to let you out of that cell, but I'll need a promise from you. I will burn the potatoes every damn time, work with me.

Take an honest effort to face your rage, give it all the space it demands and let it serve you. How?

“I'll let someone you know me through that.”

Michelle? Hi, bitch. Are you okay? I'm great. You look like shit.

What's going on? I, um, I stopped fighting. Who the hell said you could do that? You did. What?

I mean, I know it isn't you, except it is the real you, maybe. In here, she loves me. She's my best friend and she loves me. That's impossible. No.

It's inevitable. Michelle listens, Nikki, and she's rooting for you. Aren't you Michelle? Yes. Stop it.

This is what you're in and you're on the green bell, we need to call it that you're on the wall. Come with us, Nick. Let Michelle go. Come with us.

Or I'll do to her what she did to all of her out. Michelle! Michelle! Look at me. This isn't you.

She's exploiting you. Careful. You talked to me out of my tree. Remember? Back on the island?

Now it's my turn. A lot more people are about to die. Come here. Hold my hand. I, I can't.

Okay, have it your way.

I'll go.

You've made the right choice.

How are we doing this? Follow me, ladies. Follow me. Welcome back, everyone. We're grateful for your presence.

The course is now over. You may speak if you wish to. Hello.

“My two, my two loud, I don't think so, am I?”

Good. So many walkouts, right? So many. I guess people get halfway through and realize it's going to be work. Yeah, sitting quietly for hours on end is definitely work.

That one guy with a gray pony tail who kept flying asleep. He almost crashed into me once. I saw that. I'm fileless. Jonah.

First time. And last. Why?

Well, I think I got what I needed.

Congratulations. Thanks. How about you? We'll see. I mean, it's just your--

Oh, yes. But I've been meaning to come for ages. There's nothing else like it, is there?

“I spent five years in a calming and california,”

and this was a thousand times more cathartic. Five years? At least. Ah. Your back?

Give way between my shoulder blades. Actually, would you mind? Sure.

Does it put your thumb there on a rubble little?

How's that? Amazing. Mind stopped hurting after day five. Before that, though, I wasn't sure I'd make it. A torture.

I kept thinking the body isn't supposed to do that. Spain is there to tell you something. But that's the whole point, isn't it? Do you meditate alone? I try.

It's hard with my condition. You can ask? No. No, I don't want to cry. That was wonderful, Jonah.

Can I return the favor? Oh, ah, ah, ah, good. Wow. Here's something for your service. Candy?

Hazelnut Truffle. Buckle up my friend. You're about to fall in love. We aren't supposed to have these. Do you want it or not?

Wow. I figured we deserved to treat. Can I get your number, fill us? Mm. Mm.

I'm sorry. I'm not sure why I said that. Mm. It's okay. I guess I'm feeling light-headed.

Light-hearted. Anyway, I-- Senace, we get our funds back. Okay. Great.

Great. That's great. What else would you like to know?

“I like to know what you think of the name Rosalind.”

Interesting. Mm. No. Just not a waitress, either. Truffle up.

Oh, maybe she owns the Truffle stop. Rosalind. Three syllables. Ah, first fight. Who's winning?

I tend to get my way. We'll see. Everyone's hooking up. Well, they're just curious who they've been transcending with. You're not.

I--I met you, didn't I? It's funny. The whole time I was in this room with all these people focusing on my breath, my legs, my neck, the little spasms and twitches that got worse and worse than where I ignored them. What I really wanted to do is scream out loud.

I wanted to stand up and find the most placid, peaceful, blissed outface I could and yell

Till there was no more air inside me, and then I'd rip off my shirt and do a little dance.

And I failed spiritual camp dance. It was my one sustaining fantasy. But you didn't do it. Nope. I guess that means I won.

You won spiritual camp. I won spiritual camp.

“Let's go time with Brian Go, great to be with you all, this 19th day of February, and”

it sure is heck, it's chilly out there. But you're in here with us. That's right, folks. It's the six-month anniversary of a very special episode. No one I'm talking about?

Yes? No? Maybe? OK, here we go, April 23rd of this year, you wrote, quote, "I'm very sorry that she, you never name her."

"Very sorry that she felt disappointed.

It's never my intention to let anyone down, and I hope we can, bloody blah, blah, blah, blah."

Now is that an apology, or is that some corporate double-speak for my ass has covered time to move on, Bishas? I guess I can't control how people take things. Ah, another cop out. Two-two?

No, that's me. Real with me, Nick.

“Aren't you trying to keep your head down, hoping this'll all blow over, because you're”

better than us somehow. What are you afraid of? What am I? Oh, man. Fuck it.

Hey. There's nothing to admit to, OK? Nothing to admit to. How interesting. I thought we agreed, you weren't going to play that.

Hold on. You'll get your chance. Friends, sometimes even I can't believe my luck. Now some of you might know my very nuanced and entirely fair-minded opinion of agents.

But if we've learned anything this year, it's that there's always room to grow.

So here I am. Growing. Right in front of you, how am I doing, Ken? You're doing great, Brian. Too kind, too kind, all right.

Before she claws my eyes out, let me introduce my party-crasher, Catherine Lee. Catherine works at one of those big corporate talent factories with an alphabet for a name. I'm told she also enjoys skiing, rock climbing, and holding the door for burktor shoppers at 15 cents a pop.

I can't, I can't because I live. Yes, I totally get it, so funny. Well, that's what they made. You know what else is funny? Auditions.

They're so awkward, right? I mean, I really feel for my clients. You walk into this strange room with all these strange faces staring at you. Waiting for you to make them laugh, or cry, or freak out, and some better, more interesting way than the two dozen other dress shirts they came before you.

You're like a sports car, going zero to 60 in 2.5 seconds. But what's even funnier is when you decide to fire your agent because you didn't get that gig. That hosting gig for that online game show you figured was a slam dunk. Moving on.

“I wanted to think about it and you realized, hey, maybe that wasn't her fault?”

Maybe I should have sobered up from the night before taking a shower, bought some refinance. Maybe I should shove my tail between my legs and see if she'll take me back. That's not quite how it works though. Is it? Cat, I'd love to sit here and debate these hypotheticals with you, but we've got bigger

fish to fry. Yes, and for the record, I've spoken in a key since the arrest. No. Do you know where she is now? Nope.

You wouldn't lie to me, would you kitty cat? No. What can you tell us about the resort she went to? Not much I'm afraid, uh, she wanted to go someplace off-grid to decompress, but I'm not even sure how she found it.

Did you know about her history, her mom, her stepdad? Mickey and I had a wonderful working relationship, but we weren't that close. Our discussions revolved around which designers she liked, which photographers she felt comfortable with, that's where it began to end with us. Well, I guess there's a lot she was keeping to herself.

Okay, here's a hard one, and please be as honest as you can.

With the heck was up with that black and red booster, she looked like a magician's assistant for the late 90s, not that I would know.

“It's all a matter of taste, Brian, isn't that the truth?”

Oh, okay, looks like there's someone in our voice channel who'd like to join us, folks. If this is the person they say they are, you're in for a truly epic surprise. Call her. Are you there? I'm here.

Ron with Go Time. I'm Brian, this is Kat, and who might you be, please? Nikki Delgado. As in, Nikki, the disappeared, Nikki, the criminal suspect, Nikki, the canceled? Hi, Kat.

Um, hi. Brian, I'd love to clear a couple of things up, may I? Of course. Great.

So, first of all, I'm not a suspect.

All the charges against me have been dropped. So, I can evolve. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, go back, go back, what do you mean the charges have been dropped? And that's all I can say right now.

It's lawyers, isn't it? Come on, Nick, you can trust us. The second of all, I've been thinking a lot about our little chat, and you know, you were right about something, that fan who came up to me, who chased me down the street and stuck her pink bedazzled phone in my face like a kid at the natural history museum.

She does deserve more. She deserves better than me, or you. She deserves to wake up in the morning and look out the window and feel whole. She deserves to wear whatever the hell she wants, eat whatever she wants. To follow her own voice, and her own story, her sense of being in this world, is collection

of scattered parts that doesn't always jigsaw together into the picture we were promised.

“That's what I wish for her brand, wholeness.”

And if I played even a small part in pushing her away from that ideal, then I apologize, I really do, because all we have is what we see when we look in the mirror, right? Third of all, cats a liar, excuse me, busted, you freaking mix. All right Niki, the real question, where the heck have you been hiding? Just because someone stops posting them Instagram doesn't mean they're hiding.

It doesn't? Well, if you're in that curious, you might want to come down to Gotham Hall tomorrow after noon. What's happening at Gotham Hall? Two PM, free to enter, first come first served, and make sure your phones are charged. Wait, that's all we get?

For now, that I promise you, Brian, it'll change your life. Cute phone. Thanks. So what do you think about what? About this.

Have you heard anything?

“I mean, it's supposed to be her big comeback, right?”

Is it? Well, yeah, why else go to all the trouble? Sure, it's packed. I slept out there, fourth in line. The minute she made the announcement, I grabbed my parquet and hopped this up away.

Guess your fan then. Fuck no. No. I was. What happened?

I'm kind of the reason we're all here. Oh, you recognize me? Your voice, the girl on the street. The girl who chased Nikki Delgado, I didn't chase her like that's so lame. You just wanted a selfie.

Exactly. Maybe an autograph, but people get so boozy. They forget where they came from, you know? Totally. Whatever.

No regrets. Where are you texting? I'm none of your business. Sorry. If it was me, I think I'd want some closure.

Something that lets me know it's okay to move on.

There is no tree. It's just a stump.

“And if you look hard enough, I'm gonna slime her.”

What?

See that guy with a purple faux hawk over there?

Second from the front. He's got this soup handful of green goo. Oh, clever. My followers are gonna love it. How many do you have?

A lot.

Like times 20 in the last six months.

Congrats. Good afternoon, everyone. If you could please take your seat. We'll be starting in a moment now. Here we go.

What is that? Just try and relax. I can't move. Listen. Listen to the heat of the sun.

Reaching us from 93 million miles away.

Listen to your heartbeat.

“The rhythm. The way it calls in and calls out.”

Listen to the voices. They'll guide you. They'll save you here. Listen to the new world being born. Last resort, produced by Nerv Tank Media,

written and created by Chance Milick, directed by Melanie Armour, featuring Jennifer O'Donnell, Jessica Blank, Eric Jensen, Robin Kurtz, George Sheffey, Ashley Atkinson,

Jennifer Lane Williams, Jason Howard, Michael Luoye, Adam Irrigoyean, Adrian D. Williams, Dio Oletocun, Lisa Bossner, Will Manning, and Erin Crone,

“Sound Design and Mix by David Tattachore,”

Music by Chad Rains, recorded at Silver Sound Studio in New York City. [BLANK_AUDIO]