In Berrington, Cassandra, James, Rachel, Abigail and Hunter are on the porch, before they see Kayla and Savannah carrying some pillows.
Cassandra: Uh, Kayla, what are you doing with those pillows?
Cassandra points at the pillows.
Kayla: Oh. Well, I wanted to throw one last hoedown before the big fight.
Abigail: What the fuck is a hoedown? Hoes fighting in a cage?
Kayla: What? You've never heard of a hoedown?
Abigail: Obviously not, Kayla.
Cassandra laughs.
Abigail: What are you laughing about?
It's a slang for party.
Hunter: A party? Is it...uh...just for Berrington people or....?
Rachel: No....no...you can come, too....
Rachel turns to Kayla.
Kayla: Right, Kayla?
Kayla looks at Hunter for a minute with a sympathetic look.
Kayla: Sure....
Abigail: Question; why are we throwing a party when we should be planning?
I know....and I know it's strange throwing a party...but people need something to lift their spirits right about now.
James: Yeah, this could be our last chance.
Kayla: I wanted to make tea for everyone. Could I burrow your heater? Mine broke.
Cassandra nods.
Rachel: I'll help, too.
Kayla raises an eyebrow to Hunter, who walks out on the porch.
Kayla: Really?
Hunter: Yeah...I know I'm not of this place, but I'm a great artist.
Savannah: We could use some art.
Kayla nods.
Kayla: Okay. You two make us something colorful to hang up.
Savannah pokes Kayla's leg, before Kayla looks down at Savannah, who speaks in sign language.
Savannah: Can I help them, Kayla?
Kayla: She's asking to help.
Kayla looks down at Savannah, then back at Rachel.
Rachel: I'll keep an eye on her. Don't worry.
Kayla sighs, then turns to Savannah speaking in sign language.
Kayla: Go ahead.
Savannah: Thanks.
Savannah rushes up to Rachel, then looks up at Hunter. Savannah speaks in sign language.
Savannah: What's his name?
Rachel laughs, then turns to Hunter.
Rachel: She wants to know what your name is.
Hunter: Uh...how do I—
Rachel shows Hunter with her fingers how to communicate in sign language.
Rachel: This is how you say your name. You try.
Hunter: (sign language) Uh...I'm Hunter.
Savannah laughs, then turns to Rachel, speaking in sign language.
Savannah: He sucks at sign language, but I like him.
Savannah smiles, then holds out her hand in a fist. Hunter turns to Rachel.
Hunter: Uh...is she trying to communicate with me or....?
Rachel laughs.
Hunter: What?
Abigail: I think it's just a regular fist bump, dude.
Rachel, Hunter and Savannah walk into the house. Kayla turns to James and Cassandra.
James: So, where's the party going to be at?
Kayla: Sylvester's saloon. Hey, can you two look around Berrington and see if you can find anything to liven the party?
James: Sure, Kayla.
Meanwhile, Shawn starts walking around Berrington starting with the grounds and slowly working his way inside. On a whim, he finds some plastic flowers, blue dafodils, that he thinks Kayla might like for the party. Shawn then brushes away some of the grim covering the petals and smiles slightly.
Meanwhile, Shawn starts walking around Berrington starting with the grounds and slowly working his way inside. On a whim, he finds some plastic flowers, blue dafodils, that he thinks Kayla might like for the party. Shawn then brushes away some of the grim covering the petals and smiles slightly.
Shawn: Mom would've loved these....
Shawn carefully stows them away and walks up to the second floor of the admin building. He checks the five rooms with no luck before stumbling in the sixth room. He then notices a few hair accessories and beads littering a broken desk. Shawn's about to walk out again when he something shiny glints, catching his eye and making him squint. He steps back into the room and notices it came from the desk. Upon picking it up and inspecting it, Shawn notices that it's a charm, which is a silver horse. Shawn smiles, forming an eye in his head.
Caleb: Shawn!
Shawn gives a high pitched yelp, jumping nearly three feet into the air, and spins around ready to fight off any attackers. Instead he's greeted by the sight of Caleb laughing and having to lean on the wall for support as he tries to breathe.
Caleb: Oh, Jesus Christ. I can't fucking breathe...
Shawn: Dude, y-you....fucking asshole!
Caleb: You scream like such a girl!
Shawn scowls at Caleb, playfully, then punches him in the shoulder.
Shawn: Fuck you, man!
Caleb only laughs harder and Shawn rolls his eyes.
Shawn: You're fucking lucky I didn't go for my knife. I could've stabbed your ass, y'know.
Caleb tries composing himself but he couldn't help but let slip a few giggles and raises his ands in surrender.
Caleb: I know. I'm sorry...heh...I'm sorry.
Caleb feign grin tells Shawn otherwise as he shakes his head in a slight smirk.
Shawn: Sure.
Caleb finally notices the charm Shawn was holding.
Caleb: What's this?
Shawn shrugs it off.
Shawn: Nothing much. Just a little something I had in mind.
Caleb: Ohhh...a project, huh?
Caleb does finger quotes and gives Caleb a teasing smile.
Caleb: Does this project include a certain blonde woman with medical experience?
A small smile slowly appears on Shawn's face.
Shawn: Maybe.
Caleb: Well, come on, boy. Let's see it.
Caleb holds out his hand as Shawn hands him the charm he'd found, Shawn picks up the charm and whistles.
Caleb: Goddamn, man! You lucked out! This thing is silver. Of course...style doesn't really matter in the apocalypse...unless it's supplies...but still, sterling silver never rusts. You're lucky, bro. Wish I had something like this to give Elizabeth.
Shawn: You think she's still alive?
Caleb: I hope so. All I've wanted to do since I got here, now that we have a home was to travel out there to the Outlands to bring her and her people here.....but right now, we need to finish this war with Wes. Still, man....Kayla is going to love it. Can I ask you a question?
Shawn: Shoot.
Caleb: Are you sure you're ready? After you know...Jenny?
Shawn sighs, trying to come up with an answer.
Caleb: I think about it...I mean; it's been four months....I think I can finally move on from what happened with Jenny....she would want me to move on.
Suddenly, Kyle walks around the corner as Shawn and Caleb turn their heads.
Caleb: Kyle...
Shawn: Hey, man. What's up?
Kyle: Shawn. Can I talk to you for a minute?
In the Burton house, Rachel, Hunter, Abigail and Savannah draw the pictures for the party. Savannah knocks on the coffee table, causing Hunter, Rachel and Abigail to raise their heads, before Savannah speaks in sign language.
Savannah: All done!
Rachel walks over to the desk and sees Savannah's drawing. Rachel speaks in sign language.
Rachel: Hey, that looks good, kid! You'll be as good of an artist as Alicia.
Savannah: (sign language) I don't know. She's really good. Let's go show Cassandra.
Rachel: (sign language) Okay, sweetie. Come on.
Rachel and Savannah leave the bedroom, leaving Hunter, who is smiling, but then frowns. Abigail looks at Hunter's drawing then nods.
Abigail: Nice job, Hunter. You're a pretty goddamn artist. I'll give you that.
Hunter: Hey....Abigail...I'm really sorry if people around here don't trust me, but....I just want you to know I appreciate you guys taking me in for right now.
Abigail sighs.
Abigail: I kind of know what's it's like to be on the opposite end of Kyle's group....hated and then turned into family....
Hunter: Fuck....what happened if you...uh...don't mind my asking?
Abigail rolls up her sleeve, revealing her Reaper tattoo's.
Abigail: Was a part of the wrong crowd....eventually they all died....thought this group was all about family, but their leader cared about revenge....cared about code more....I was a part of a lot of bad shit...including the deaths of children and families.
Hunter: Was it worth it?
Abigail: Goddamn right.
James then knocks on the door, causing Hunter and Abigail to lift their heads up.
James: You alright?
Hunter: Uh....yeah...I'm...I'm good....I'm just thinking about stuff...
Hunter gets up and walks over to the window.
James: Yeah, what about?
Hunter: About the raiders coming back....taking or killing you all.
James: Oh...
Abigail: Uh...I'm gonna go help out Rachel and Savannah.
Abigail leaves the room, leaving only James and Hunter, who sighs.
Hunter: I know you guys are at war with them, but I'm just....I want everyone to come out okay. You. Your wife. Your brother.... Rachel....Abigail...Savannah...all of you....I just don't want anyone to die.
James sighs, before walking over to the window and putting his hand on Hunter's shoulder.
James: Man...growing in this world, you see so much death. So much violence. It can do a lot to you. It can destroy you...but only if you let it.
Hunter sighs.
Hunter: I lost my mom in the apocalypse and my Dad....he....James, if I tell you what I told Rachel, can you promise not to tell the others? Until I'm ready to.
James nods yes.
Hunter: Okay....the raiders leader...Wes....he's my Dad.
James sighs.
James: I know.
Hunter shakes his head in confusion.
Hunter: You did?
James: Yeah....trust me, kid....you're not the first abused kid we've taken into this group....
Hunter: I just don't know what I'm going to do...
James: Hunter, do you want to go back with your Dad?
Hunter sighs.
Hunter: No...I don't....he's an asshole....he treats me like an animal...he claims he loves me, but that's bullshit. There's not an inch of love in him or this group...but I look at all of you and you're all family here.....James....do you think...I don't know...you could talk to Kyle?
James: You want to be one of us?
Hunter: Yeah.....James, I don't want to go back to that life....Not back to him.
James sighs.
James: I'll talk to Kyle for you.
In Kyle's home, Kyle and Shawn are just finishing a conversation.
Kyle: So, what do you think?
Shawn: What do I think?
Kyle: Yeah, what do you think about this?
Shawn: The fuck do you mean what do I think?
Kyle: I mean about the whole thing.
Shawn looks to the wall, then back at Kyle.
Shawn: I think fuck it.
Kyle: Yeah....fuck it.
Shawn: I don't think that James or Rachel.....will approve of this idea.
Kyle: It's what we gotta do Shawn. We gotta protect our people....and he's too much of a liability.
Shawn sighs.
Kyle: Shawn, get your brother and Cassandra to help...but don't tell Rachel or Kayla.
Shawn: Okay...
Kyle leaves the house, before Peter walks up to him.
Peter: Kyle!
Kyle turns to see Peter.
Kyle: Peter, hey, man...
Peter: Yeah...uh...look, I....I never got a chance to say thank you for saving me.
Kyle nods.
Kyle: Don't mention it.
Peter: But...
Peter sighs, then rubs the back of his neck.
Peter: I was just wondering....You shot that raider who grabbed me, but you saw them take Samantha, too...which you could've saved Samantha and not me. Why...Why'd you pick me, Kyle?
Kyle: I didn't have time to think, Peter. I just...it was a split-second decision.
Peter: I know I'm always teasing her. Trying to get her to do that stupid eye roll does—you know? The you're such a dumb ass, she does a full eye roll. I do it, because I'm her friend and I like seeing her laugh. If I needed her, she'd be there for me. Gun in hand. Ready to take down someone.
Peter frowns at this as Kyle walks up to him and places a hand on his shoulder.
Kyle: We're going to get them back, Peter.
Peter: Damn right we are...
In the Hawkins house, Kayla is taking a break from doing party stuff, when suddenly, Shawn and Caleb walk in.
Shawn: Kayla, I'm home.
Kayla: I'm in here!
Shawn and Caleb walk in to find Kayla on the sofa, kicking her feet up.
Shawn: You look tired.
Kayla: Yeah...I'm planning a big party before this fight...just finished setting up actually and I'm taking some time to do some relaxing.
Shawn: Sounds like you've earned it.
Kayla: Right?
Shawn turns to Caleb, who looks back and forth between him and Kayla, then looks down at his wrist, almost as if it was an invisible watch.
Caleb: Aw, shit. Look at the time! I better go help finish up the party.
Caleb walks towards the door but just before he disappears he shoots a teasing wink at Shawn.
Caleb: See you two love birds later.
Shawn shakes his head and mumbles.
Shawn: Nice fucking subtlety, Caleb.
Caleb shuts the door, leaving Shawn and Kayla alone.
Shawn: Where's Savannah?
Kayla: At your brother's house, hanging out with Rachel, Abigail and that Hunter boy.
Shawn looks down, as if thinking of something.
Kayla: You alright?
Shawn shakes his head then forces a smile.
Shawn: Yeah. It's nothing...
Kayla raises a brow at Shawn.
Kayla: So, what was Caleb's behavior about?
Shawn sighs and turns around.
Shawn: I'll explain in a bit.
Shawn looks up with a smile.
Shawn: It actually has something to do with why I'm here.
Kayla: You mean other than the fact that we're together and this is now our house?
Shawn rolls his eyes.
Shawn: Other than that.
Shawn digs around in his pocket before freezing.
Shawn: Close your eyes.
Kayla: What? Why?
Shawn: Just do it.
Kayla looks at him, playfully with a hint of suspicion.
Kayla: Am I going to be scared? Are you going to prank me?
Shawn: Do I look like Rocky to you? You'll like this, I promise.
Shawn looks off to the side.
Shawn: Hopefully.
Kayla: What was that?
Shawn shakes his head.
Shawn: Nothing. So are you going to trust me or not?
Kayla: I've trusted you for nearly ten months.
Kayla sits up and closes her eyes.
Shawn: Then why stop now?
Shawn smiles and then takes Kayla's hand, before slipping something into her palm. Kayla opens her eyes and inspects the mystery object; a roughly horse charm made of sterling silver. Kayla grins at Shawn, before hugging him.
Kayla: It's so beautiful, Shawn.
Shawn: Thank you...
Kayla: I love it so much, Shawn!
Kayla kisses Shawn on the lips, before the two get more and more intimate on the couch. Kayla then begins unbuckling Shawn's belt.
Shawn: (breathless) You know; we should probably get ready for the party.
Kayla: Yeah...but there's a thing called fashionable late.
Kayla then brings Shawn on top of him as he kisses her neck. The two then surrender at the moment. At Margaret's house, Rocky knocks on the door.
Rocky: Hi...
Margaret: Hi....I thought you were going to meet me at the party.
Rocky: I was, but then....well, can I come in first?
Margaret: Sure...
Rocky walks inside the house.
Margaret: What is this, Rocky?
Rocky: I was thinking...the party made me realize. We might die tomorrow night and never get the chance to go on a real date....So, I asked Peter, who's been in a relationship longer for advice...and he suggested that now would be the perfect time to have one.
Rocky pulls out a lighter then pulls out a bag of Doritos and sets it on the floor.
Margaret: Doritos?
Rocky: Hey, it's an apocalypse and all the good food is scarce these days. I'll promise I'll keep this short so we can finish getting things ready for tomorrow.
Margaret: Okay....I never thought I'd get to go on date...ever.
Rocky: Neither did I. So this will be a first for both of us.
Margaret: You never went on a date with...you know...Faith?
Rocky: Nah...we were too busy about surviving, plus...it was mainly about the sex.
Margaret: What do you know about dating, anyway, Rocky?
Margaret sits on the floor, across from Rocky.
Rocky: I didn't just have porn magazines in my old town, sweetheart. I found magazines that say very interesting things to say about the dating world.
Margaret: Oh, yeah? Like?
Rocky: Well, like...it said you can tell a lot about someone based on what they look for in a possible soulmate. You know, brains, dashing good looks...that sort of tacky shit.
Margaret laughs.
Margaret: Sure. I guess.
Rocky: Luckily...I've got all....well, brains...not much, but muscles...definitely...
Rocky raises his arms and starts to flex his arm muscles. Margaret giggles.
Margaret: You're an idiot, Rocky.
Margaret playfully pushes his shoulder as he laughs.
Rocky: I think that deserves a toast.
Rocky digs into the Dorito bag and pulls out a Dorito.
Margaret: A toast? Don't those usually come at the end?
Rocky: Hey, I told you this'd be a quick fucking date.
Rocky gives a wink which makes Margaret flutter.
Rocky: How bout it? To our last night alive.
Margaret: How about to bringing everyone home alive.
Margaret grabs a Dorito and holds it up, then they both clack the Doritos together, like they would glasses.
Rocky: Yeah, I'll take that actually...