Season 3

Summer inspires the Yellowjackets to ditch soccer for a more contact-intensive sport and revive an old pagan tradition. In the present, a cringe-worthy funeral flows organically into a bar therapy session.

The Yellowjackets are stuck deciding whether to track down a missing teammate or just trip out on mushrooms. Shauna secures a spot on the world's most unsupportive partner list. Misty finds herself tangled in the intimate chaos of sleepover parties.

The return of a Yellowjacket sparks a vengeful frenzy in the team. Lottie's rendition of Cool Aunt Without Kids leaves Callie with an open door to answers about her mother's twisted past. Tai and Van receive a karmic payout for their dine and dash.

The Yellowjackets attempt to spin a hundred suspicions into proof. Coach Scott has an existential meltdown. Meanwhile, Jeff embarks on a crusade to make things right as Shauna is forcibly committed to some "me time." Spoiler: it's not a spa day.

The Yellowjackets confront the reality of having to pull an Old Yeller. Lottie mentors an up-and-coming prophet. In the present, Misty investigates a suspicious death. Shauna, desperate, turns to the last person she would trust – because, why not?

The Yellowjackets start turning on each other faster than a reality TV reunion special. Meanwhile, the Sadecki family "vacation" features a vending machine and a deep dive into questionable parenting choices. Misty uncovers an incriminating clue.

The Yellowjackets realize their choices have snowballed into a catastrophe. Misty sets her sights on a fresh suspect, and even she's surprised by the plot twist. Meanwhile, Taissa's desperation is peeling back layers she didn't even know she had.

With a possible escape from their nightmare, the Yellowjackets learn not everyone may be in a rush to leave. In the present, the unexpected return of an old teammate sends Shauna spiraling in ways that should probably concern everyone.

The Yellowjackets' rites of spring come to an end, with Misty getting a pick-me-up and Shauna facing a sticky Melissa problem, all while taking cues from Stravinsky (or Picciotto).

Things turn frigid as bloody new alliances get built and spilled. It's our time, right now, down here in the new Queen's court. Eat up, drink deep, and descend.