One of Us Page #3

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Hey.

Every savory piece of meat

you've ever relished

in your entire life

was the result

of a moment just like this.

Do it.

I wouldn't do that

if I were you.

Sorry.

This isn't the bathroom?

This is Brent's study.

Don't ever touch

this door again, okay?

We're not allowed in here.

I'm sorry.

It's just that Brent

is so particular,

and this is where

he mixes our music,

and he doesn't want anybody

to disturb his sanctum, okay?

-Okay.

-Bathroom's right there.

Come find me

when you're done.

I have a job for you.

Okay, yeah, that's it.

Um...

Spread your feet apart.

Measure it out.

Yeah.

Now, just bring it

up over your head...

And bring it down.

Oh!

Your poor, little city mouse.

Okay, get out of the way.

Come on.

Can I ask you something?

Are you happy here?

Have you ever thought

about leaving?

And going where?

Back to Lexington?

I'll pass.

But you could leave, right,

any time you wanted to?

Of course. I mean,

nobody is chaining us

to the wall here, Mary.

No, I know. It's just...

I was wondering

how long people stay.

Like that girl

who was rooming with Luna,

she just decided to leave?

Ceres?

Look, all I know is that

one night, she apparently got

into Brent's study,

and he totally flipped on her.

She ran away,

no money, no ID.

I mean,

Brent eventually found her

and brought her back,

and she settled in.

But I guess it just

wasn't enough for her,

so Brent let her go.

Why the sudden interest?

Oh, no interest.

It's just an interesting name.

You all have interesting names.

Oh.

Well, yeah. It's Brent's doing.

He wants us

to shed our old selves

and all that jazz.

Wait.

You didn't think Venus

was my real name, did you?

Maybe.

Good thing you're pretty.

So, what is your name?

Sorry. House rules.

No real names.

Really?

Yeah. I mean, Brent wants us

to look to the future,

not the past.

Chin up.

You'll be sharing

your new name soon enough.

You're not gonna be Mary

for much longer.

Is this becoming

a regular thing?

Don't get me wrong.

I love hearing from you.

I wouldn't get used to it.

I'm calling about

that picture you sent.

Any idea what to do with it?

It's not rocket science.

I called my buddy

at the department

to run the plates.

Right.

What kind of journalist are you?

An editor.

Think she's okay?

She hasn't sent anything else?

I'm sure she's fine.

Just the text I sent.

Probably just

bad reception

up there.

Yeah.

You know, you don't

have to call me.

You can email or text.

- Use a carrier pigeon.

Yeah, I could have.

I'll, uh...

Call back when

i hear something

on that plate.

Looking forward to it.

Shh!

"Nothing makes sense

out here anymore.

"There's a sadness

in everyone's eyes

that breaks my heart.

"It's like they know

they're all trapped

"and wanna scream,

but they can't,

"so their eyes scream for them.

"I miss our mountain

and our music.

'What we had was special.

"What we had is

the cure to this sickness.

"If I stay off this mountain

for much longer, I will die.

"So, I'm coming home soon.

"With love, ceres."

I knew she couldn't

stay away forever.

She's right.

What we have is special.

What we have is the cure.

Before we eat,

let's go around again

and share what we're curing

within us.

Because if we can't

heal ourselves,

how can we heal the world?

I'll go first.

My father committed suicide

when I was 12 years old.

He made some bad investments.

Lost everything.

Couldn't support us.

He felt like such a failure...

That killing himself seemed

like the only way out.

Figured we could survive

on his life insurance policy

for a while.

My father wasted his life

because he thought

money was the cure.

Money is not the cure.

I used to validate

my self-worth through sex.

The more men I was with,

the more important I felt.

Because in that moment...

They were mine.

In that moment,

i was their entire world...

Life, death...

And everything in between.

Sex is not the cure.

My dad used to hit us

to make himself feel strong.

My mom was too scared to leave.

The one night,

when he was whipping me

with a belt,

I decided to fight back.

I broke his jaw with an iron.

They sent me to prison

for aggravated assault,

and when I got home,

my mom kicked me out,

blamed me for my dad leaving.

I was so scared.

Then I found Brent.

Fear is not the cure.

Um, I guess...

I don't know

what's wrong with me.

I guess I'm still trying

to figure it out.

Self-discovery is

the ultimate journey

any of us will ever go on.

Let us eat.

Oh, sorry.

Don't be. I can think

of worse people to bump into.

Insulin.

You're diabetic.

Getting diagnosed

was my wakeup call.

Gave up all my old bad habits,

started eating clean,

living clean.

In a way,

it's how I ended up

here with all of you.

-Well, I guess

it's a good thing then.

-Hmm.

I don't think I've seen

that room before.

My study.

You're not missing anything.

Trust me.

Sometimes, I just

have to block myself off

from all external stimuli

and meditate.

But I thought that's

something we did together.

What can I say?

Sometimes, I can be a lone wolf.

Well, I'll leave you alone then.

Hey.

I'm glad you're still here.

Me too.

One moment, Mary.

Why don't you take a break

from field work for a day?

Sure. Whatever

you need me to do.

You can take Luna's shift

at the cafe.

-Really?

-Really.

It's a privilege,

and I think you've earned it.

What about Luna?

Like I said, it's a privilege.

Some field work and arnica

will do her some good.

I'm fine doing this

if she'd rather--

please. Indulge me.

It's for the best.

Come on. I'll give you a ride.

Sure beats chopping wood, right?

Yeah, this is definitely

more my speed.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm just worried

about Luna.

Did you see her this morning?

She'll be fine.

You know, Brent says

that she sleepwalks sometimes

and wanders off into the woods.

She banged herself up

pretty good last night.

You really believe

that's what happened to her?

Well, sure.

She wouldn't be the only one.

I mean, I know I've gone

on autopilot a few times.

I'm gonna get some more lids.

Have so much fun.

Hi.

Hello?

Hey, it's me.

Mel, where the hell are you?

I've tried calling you,

like, 20 times.

- I'm sorry. They took my phone.

- They took your phone?

I have everything under control.

The guy running

this place completely bought

my helpless Doe act.

I just have to

sink my teeth in

a little more.

How do you plan on doing that?

Whatever it takes.

Mel, you--

listen, I need you

to get a message to Gavin.

Still no Haley.

Her disappearance is

looking worse every day.

What makes you say that?

I hope I'm wrong.

- Mary?

-I have to go.

What are you doing?

Why do we lock the bathroom?

I almost peed my pants

looking for this.

How'd she do?

Like a fish to water.

Good girl.

How about some tunes?

Venus, will you do the honors?

There are messages

in this music

if you listen

with the right kind of ears.

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