[ominous music]
* *
[hooting and hollering]
[light acoustic music]
- Wait up, I'm coming! - Let's go!
- No. - Don't be lame, Emma.
- Keep your bra on. - Come on!
- No, no. [all cheering]
- Absolutely not.
I can't think of anything more awful.
- They dump raw sewage in there all the time.
That sea is just teemin' with turds.
- It's teemin' with doo-doo. - [laughs]
- You know, I had a friend who,
uh, went swimming in these waters,
and he got flesh-eating bacteria, and he died.
- I heard about that. I'm sorry.
- Yeah, no, he had that shit comin'--
out here takin' risks. - [laughs]
Love a good pool, though.
- Pools are wonderful. - Yeah, I like pools.
* *
- You want a hot toddy?
- Does it come in a cool thermos?
- Oh, my God.
It totally does. - Okay,
then I--then I do.
- Okay.
* *
All right.
* *
- Here you go. [pouring]
- Thank you.
A hot turdy. - Hot turdy.
- [giggles]
- Hot turdy for the dirty turkeys.
- [laughs]
* *
- I'm Noah, by the way.
- I'm Emma.
* *
- Emma. - Yeah.
* *
I just got out of a long-term relationship, though...
* *
Because he died from a flesh-eating virus
that he caught from swimming in that doo-doo water.
- Oh, no. - Yeah.
A manatee passed him... - [laughs]
- Opened his mouth, got a turd in there.
- She was like, "Oh, manatees, ahh!"
[both laughing] - And then that was--
* *
Hey, so, uh, what do you say
we, like, ditch all of our friends here
and we just, like, go find a pool?
- I'd like that.
* *
- Uh-huh. Until--
And what time does the bus leave?
El autobús? Mm-hmm.
Oh, and that's it?
Todos? Okay--uh, gracias.
[sighs] Okay, let's go.
[tense percussive music]
* *
- Ah! - Whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Ah! [gasps]
Oh!
- I think I may be concussed. - Oh, fuck.
- And also potentially sprained my neck.
- Uh-huh. - I don't know
if that's a thing, but, like,
I'm going to turn, and I'm not gettin' a whole lot.
- Yup. - Mobility-wise.
- Here, just keep pressure on it, okay?
- Thanks. - Thank you.
- I like your room. - Thank you.
- It's nice. - Thank you!
- You think it's a suite? - Definitely a suite.
My dad's in the upgrade.
- Hey, who's Illán Iberra?
- [grunting]
Hey, no, no, no.
No.
* *
Okay.
* *
Oh, fuck! - What, what, is it bad?
- No, that's a lot of blood.
Uh, oh, fuck. Yeah, um, just hold on.
I need a towel. [groans]
- It really doesn't hurt as much as it looks like it would.
- I think you need to go to the hospital.
- You know what? I really don't like hospitals.
- Yeah, well, nobody-- - It's just that the lighting's
shitty, and you kind of feel like you're gonna die
when you're in there, so maybe--
- Hey. - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Okay. - Okay, I'm still
a little bit dizzy. - Oh, yeah, obviously.
- And also potentially gonna throw up a little bit.
- Oh, please, go that way.
- I'm gonna try not to do that--
- Don't look at me. - But that's a possibility.
- [groans] - Just to put it on your radar.
- Good? - Good.
- Okay.
* *
Let me just--
Oh. [groans] Ew.
Here.
Sorry I, uh, forgot to put deodorant on,
and you're kinda in the danger zone, so--
- It's all right. I think I completely
lost my sense of smell.
- That's not good.
- [exhales] Must be--I've been told
I have, like, a big head. - Mm-hmm.
- Proportionately to the rest of my body,
so I'm hoping that means that I just have--
- Okay, all right. - Like, more blood to lose,
volume-wise. - Shut up, please.
I'm gonna superglue your head back together, so--
- [chuckles]
Oh, you're not kidding? - No.
It's sturdier than stitches.
- Okay, have you done that before, or?
- No. [scoffs] But I've had it done before.
I used to play hockey in high school,
and my dad had to glue my head a ton, so count to three.
- Is there any, like, sanitation process
we need to do, or, before you start,
or are you just gonna-- - It's a little late for that,
my guy. - You don't need, like,
a specific glue to start? - No--okay.
Oh, my God. It's so long.
Okay, there we go. - [sighs]
- Just gonna pinch her shut. [wound sloshing]
- [inhales sharply, exhales] - Ooh.
- [panting]
I'm Violet.
- I'm Sam.
- [chuckles] - Good start.
Sorry if this ruined your plans.
- Yeah, it did, but um, it's fine.
[light music]
* *
- Okay, thanks.
- Uh, hey, do you wanna put your number in?
You know, so I can check in on you?
In case you die, I can erase any evidence.
- Yeah, good thinking.
I mean, putting my number in your phone
might kind of just connect us more, but--
- No, you don't have to-- - No, no, no, no--good.
It's good for you to have. That's a--that's a me.
- That's a you. [both laugh]
- I don't know why I said it like that.
Okay. - Thank you.
- Thanks.
* *
- Bye.
- Shit, where'd my skateboard go?
[phone buzzing]
- Okay, here we go-- first text.
"Hey, this is my number."
- Should we be reading this? - Yeah, of course we should.
- Okay, all right. - Okay.
- Um, all right, cool.
"Did I leave my skateboard in your room?"
- "Not here, just checked."
- "That's so weird. I think someone stole it."
- Okay, so many questions already.
But missing skateboard--fuck.
- All right, keep goin'. - Okay.
- "That sucks. I suppose we were a bit distracted."
- "Ha ha, yeah, that was fun."
- Oh, so they hooked up right away?
- Yeah. - Okay, well, "Sorry,
I am inexperienced in the head department."
- Ooh! Um--
- Straight to oral. - Yeah.
- Good for her. - Good for him.
- Okay, "Did it dry yet?" - Um, "Yeah, but my hair
is a little sticky." What?
- Oh, my God. - "I'm sorry I left
a gross mess." - "Most of it ended up on me.
A little on the couch." - Oh, no.
"Some of it got in my eye--" Oh, my--
- Ew... - Okay, all right, maybe
we shouldn't be reading this.
[quirky music]
Okay--oh, Jesus-- "It felt pretty deep."
- "Yeah, it was hard not to gag."
- Wow, they're perverts. - Yeah.
- They're like--but what's weird is that they're porny.
- Yeah. - I didn't expect that.
- I know, I know, yeah. - I didn't think they'd be,
like, all porny. - I know, I don't think
I like them. I don't think I like 'em. I don't--
have you ever, like, texted anybody like that?
- No. - Okay.
- Because you have to assume
that people are gonna read your texts.
Okay, here's our first photo. Ready?
- Okay, yeah.
- [gasps] - Ohh! No, no.
Sorry, sorry. Sorry, little kids.
Um, why--what the fuck am I looking at?
"A little headache, but the glue worked."
- Oh, my God.
It's, like, a skull. Like, a--
That's Sam's bloody... - Oh, God, okay.
- Glued skull. So that's--that, okay.
- Yeah. - Well, then that makes sense.
Yeah.
So we're the perverts. - Yeah.
- Okay. - Okay.
"Keep an eye out for my skateboard.
"I think the security guard with the fancy suit
must have taken it." - Okay, security.
So that's a person of interest.
- Yeah. - Okay, uh--
"Do you want to track him down?"
- "I can't tonight. Tomorrow?"
- And then she doesn't respond. That's so weird.
But then she doesn't text him again until 4:00 a.m.
on the 26th. - Yeah.
- She says, "Don't fuck with the yellow snake.
It has four noses."
[eerie music]
* *
- Okay, so they do have yellow vipers here.
- Mm-hmm. - But they do not have
four noses. However, there is this
particular Yucatecan thing,
which does have four noses, but is not yellow.
So I don't know. I guess it's possible
that Sam and Violet could have crossed with this, like,
hybrid poisonous, four-nosed yellow snake.
But I don't think it's likely-- what are you doing?
- I'm calling the police.
- Wait, I thought we said no cops.
- No, no, no.
I'm not gonna tell them anything.
- [speaking Spanish]
- Hi, hello. My name is...Maya Ruins,
and I'm calling from the "New York Times,"
and I would like to speak to Detective Silverio Narro
regarding an old case. - Silverio Narro
hasn't been here in quince años.
- Oh, 15 years ago? [mouthing]
- What case is this regarding?
- Yes, you know, would it be possible for you to tell us
where we could find him now?
- Last I heard, he had a [speaking Spanish]
- Punta Venado. [whispers] Punta Venado.
- [whispers] Punta Venado. - Anything else
I can help you? - Uh, no, that's it.
Thank you so much for your help.
Actually, you know what? I do have one more question.
Does the phrase, "Don't fuck with the yellow snake--
it has four noses" mean anything to you?
Hello?
[line clicks] [phone beeps]
[eerie music]
He hung up.
- Hey, Raul? - Huh?
- It's Raul, right? - Oh, yeah, yes.
- Yeah, Noah. Hey, um-- - Hi, Raul.
- Yeah, can I ask you a question?
- Yeah, yeah, sure. That's why I'm here.
- Have you ever heard the phrase,
"Don't fuck with the yellow snake--it has--"
- "Four noses." - Yeah.
- Oh, that's Frias.
- What is that? - Yeah.
- What's "Frias"?
- Frias is the yellow snake.
- I don't understand what that--yeah.
- I don't understand. - Let me show you.
- Yo, yo, yo, wait. - Oh!
both: Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Look, look, look. - Okay, no, no, no.
Look, look. You see?
- Oh, the yellow snake. - You see?
- Oh, it's an underwear brand. - Oh, no.
Frias is an empire. It's not only clothes.
It's everything. Politics, real estate, you know?
- Oh, okay, so, like, why don't you fuck with the yellow snake?
- Yeah. - Do you wanna be fucked
by a yellow snake? - No, no, I do not.
* *
- If you cross the yellow snake, it sniff you out--
[imitates biting] Puncture you, huh?
Cuidado.
* *
- It says here that the Frias is a dynasty
of tailors, clothiers, and designers
spanning four generations in the Yucatan.
- Okay, so here's something I found.
It's a little flow chart about how detectives--
- No, we don't need to be googling how detectives work.
I think we should be following our instincts.
- Okay, well, what are your instincts telling you?
- Well, we know that, um, Sam was missing his skateboard.
We know that they were in someone else's room
at 5:30 in the morning, and we know that they had this
weird obsession with a yellow snake.
So I think that that's the thread
that we should be pulling. - Well, I don't know.
I mean, maybe we should be heeding the warning
to not fuck with them.
- No, because that's what makes them seem so guilty.
Oh, my God.
- What, what? - I--okay.
I think the Frias family owns the resort.
- What? - Yeah, I'm almost positive.
I'm pretty sure that I saw them
on a sign at the Oceana Vista last night.
- Hang on. Yeah, but you went
to an abandoned resort in Mexico alone at night?
- I didn't go alone. The cab driver was there.
- Oh, my God! Are you kidding me?
That is the dumbest thing! - I didn't go inside.
- Emma, we are tourists here! We are not detectives!
- Take the tour, then.
- Okay, can we get two more shots of tequila, please?
Okay, you know what I think?
I think we need to go and talk to someone in the Frias world.
- Yeah. - Yeah?
- That's what I think too. - Okay.
- I think that's a really great idea.
- Yeah, let's see what the fuck
is up with this yellow snake.
- Yeah, because I wanna know why
you can't fuck with it. - Yeah, and see if it
really has four noses. - Yeah.
- Yeah! - Yeah, I mean, that could be
bullshit, but yeah, let's go talk to them.
- Okay.
- There we go. Here we go.
- [grunts] - You ready?
- Yeah.
All right.
[door creaks open]
- Hola.
Gracias. - Hola, hola.
So is this a store or a museum?
- Izamal legend tells of Orelliano Frias' encounter
with a rare yellow snake with four noses.
- Oh, that's the snake! - Frias was known
throughout the region as the king of henequen fiber.
But it was Orelliano's only daughter, Beatriz Frias,
who created the fashion empire.
Combining pashmina wool and henequen fiber,
she created unique collections
that stitched the iconic Frias label
into the history of the peninsula.
From the suit the governor put on as he was sworn in,
all the way to the dress Miss Yucatan wore
when she was crowned Miss Universe.
Frias is everywhere, and everywhere is better for it.
- Frias is everywhere.
May I offer you a drink?
Complements from my private distillery, Frias Añejo.
[dramatic music]
- Yes. - Oh, we good.
- Gracias.
* *
- Do you have an appointment?
- Oh, my God, that's so good. Um, an appointment?
No, but you know what?
* *
I...love this dress.
* *
- Would you like one of our tailors
to take your measurement?
* *
- Um...
you know...
* *
Um...
* *
Do you wanna take my measurement? Hmm?
Hmm? - [chuckles]
- Mm.
- Sure.
- Veintiocho.
Apologies for my pace.
I'm still an apprentice.
- You're doing great, Caesar. - Okay, 32, perfect.
- Hey, do you know anything
about the, um, Oceana Vista?
[suspenseful music]
- Um--
I--I don't know.
Ooh.
- [whispering] I think--hey.
I think you do know.
- Hey, you get commissions?
- Uh, turn around. - You can talk to us, you know?
We'll buy that dress. - Yeah.
* *
[clattering] [indistinct chatter]
- It's mostly rumors.
There is a conflict between the Frias and the resort.
As you may have heard, the Frias have a vengeful side,
and they're always listening.
Um-- - What kind of conflict?
- A member of the Frias family used to work at the resort.
- Who?
- If you look up photos of the Frias family--
- Mm-hmm? - You won't see
Beatriz's youngest son.
But if you look up photos of Oceana Vista,
then you will see him.
We don't talk about him much.
He was a master tailor, the best there ever was.
Even better than Beatriz.
But he threw it all away.
- What's his name?
- Um-- [whispers] no.
- Caesar.
Hey.
Give us one name.
Just give us his name.
Just one.
You can do it.
Give us his name.
* *
- Baltasar. - Thank you.
[patting pockets] Where's my phone?
- What, you don't-- - Do you have my phone?
- No, I don't have it. - Shoot, my bag.
Where's my bag? - I think you left it outside.
- I left it out there. Thank you.
I don't know. I put it here.
We need to find Baltasar.
- Is Caesar taking good care of you?
- She would like to buy La Reina de la Que Va.
- Yeah, I wanna get it.
- The La Reina de la Que Va? - Yeah, how much is it?
- That's 450,000 pesos.
- Oh, 450,000 pesos. So that--then, what is that?
- That's 22,000 U.S. dollars.
- American? - Wow.
- We don't have it. - Wow, um--
- I know.
So what exactly are you doing here?
* *
- Can I have my bag, please?
Thank you.
[whispers] Give him the thing. - Yeah, this is--yeah.
Yeah, thanks. - [whispers] Pleasure.
- [whispering] Oh, my God.
Keep walking, keep walking,
keep walking, keep walking, keep walking.
I think we just fucked with the yellow snake.
- Fuck. What the fuck?
- What was that? - What the fuck?
- What the--
Look at--that guy just took our picture.
- Which guy? - That guy.
- [gasps]
He's following us. He's following us.
- Let's run.
- I think I'm too drunk for this. Oh, my God.
No, no, no, no. Go, go, go, go.
- Okay, okay, okay, okay. - Go, go, go, out.
[panting]
Oh, my God. Go, go run!
Ow, ow, ow, my leg, my leg. - Are you okay?
Go, go, go! - Okay!
- Okay, he's still behind us.
[breathing heavily]
- Ooh! - Oh, sorry!
- There he is! He's really fast!
- Oh, damn it. Hold it! - Ahh!
No, no, stay, stay! - Ah--hey!
- Sorry! - Oh, Lord Jesus!
- We're not gonna win this one.
- Oh, no! - We gotta hide! Noah!
* *
Sorry. Thank you.
Gracias, muchas gracias. - Mm-hmm.
Hola. [panting]
[gasps] [exhales deeply]
Estoy caliente.
* *
[whispers] What the fuck does this guy want?
- Oh, yeah, let me just--
* *
Oh, shit.
Oh, my God. [line trilling]
Pick up your phone. Pick up your phone.
[phone buzzing]
- Thank you--sorry, sorry.
Hey, Emma. Hey, where are you?
- Don't look for me. Don't look for me. Shit!
- Emma? Emma? - Oh, God. Oh, my God.
- What? - Get back in the shop.
- Where are you?
I don't see you. - God damn it.
Ah-- - Oh, hey!
- Go, run! - Oh, oh, okay.
- No! - [grunts]
- [laughs] - Oh!
- Whoo!
- What the hell is even happening?
- I feel alive!
- What? - [screams]
- Okay, I did not-- I did not like that at all,
not even a little bit, or maybe I did--who the fuck is that?
- I gotta show you something. - I should not have had
all that tequila! - I wanna show you something.
- Are we in real danger?
Because I don't wanna-- I don't wanna, like, be
in real danger at all. - Come here--I've been doing--
I've been doing some research. - All right, all right.
- I gotta-- I can't move with it.
- I got it, I got it, I got it.
- Okay, and we just gotta figure out
which one of these guys is Baltasar Frias.
This guy in the suit, right? He's gotta know something.
- Hey, um, wait, does this--
does this person look familiar to you?
Right here.
- [gasps] - Yeah.
- Oh, my God. - Yeah.
- No way. - Yeah, I think it is--
- We're following our instincts.
That's a crack in the case! - Well, okay--oh.
- You good? - Yeah, I'm good.
Let's go fucking get her. - We're gonna talk, I mean--
- Yeah! [laughs] Let's go.
- [speaking Spanish] Okay, gracias.
Mr. and Mrs. Reed! So good to see you again.
So how do you like the-- - Is that you?
- [laughs] Sorry?
- That's you, right?
- No, I don't think so. Okay, no.
No, no. [speaks Spanish]
- That is totally you, right?
- Oh, yes. That's Oceana Vista, yes.
Yes, I have worked in so many resorts.
- Well, Emma found this phone in the jungle
that belongs to this missing kid.
- No. - And we were just--what?
- Is this-- is this Baltasar Frias?
Right there.
[suspenseful music]
- I don't know.
- I think you do, because I think
that you're standing next to him.
So I think you do know that it's him,
and you continue to know.
* *
- Yes. He worked in security.
Hello? - Security?
You don't say. - I must take this.
Yeah, yes.
- Is someone really calling? - What the hell?
- Okay, where's that detective's boat?
Now we're cooking with gas.
- You are not the first to ask me about that case.
- Yeah, but I bet you that we are the first people
to have actually found something, right?
- It's better to eat the past.
- Eat the-- eat the past?
- Does the name Baltasar Frias mean anything to you?
- Not here.
Come aboard.
- Hey, salud! [laughter]
- Mmm.
- All right! - [speaking Spanish]
- I don't know though. I think you should--
- [laughs] - You think you can
keep the fuck up? [laughter]
- Be careful.
She will get herself killed.
Or maybe you. [laughter]
Bien.
[laughter]
Stay right here.
- Weird energy there. - Yeah, no.
To me, this seems totally normal.
Do you wanna leave? - No.
He knows something, and I know that he knows something,
and I wanna know what he knows, you know?
- All right, just don't challenge him
to a drinking contest. It--I'm--I'm spinning.
- Were you actually drinking this?
Noah, you can't be drinking. - You aren't?
- No, I'm doing a swish and spit--I'm goin'--
- Oh, no. - You can't drink this.
You don't know what it is. - Oh, no.
- It's okay. Okay, it's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.
I got it. I got it.
- All right, well, look.
Just in case he's on his way back up here to kill us--
happy anniversary.
- What? - [whispers] Happy Anniversary!
- No. [gasps]
It's the 23rd. Oh, my God.
- Yeah, it's fine. - Oh, my God, I'm sorry.
I am so sorry. - No, it's fine.
It's fine. - Noah,
why didn't you say anything? - Well, I was gonna say
something earlier while you were in the shower,
but you seemed distracted, and then there was all--
and with the phone. - I'm so sorry.
- Then we got caught up in the mystery--
- I can't believe I did that. - And I just didn't wanna
make you feel under pressure to do anything.
- You gotta tell me that. You can't bottle it up.
- It's fine. * Everything is fine *
- [sighs]
We found the boy's skateboard in Baltasar's bedroom.
- Holy shit. - He was our prime suspect.
- Really? - Uh-huh.
I interviewed Baltasar Frias.
He was a hunted man and a liar.
- Peniche? - He change his name.
- Well. - I know it was him.
But the storm washed everything away
before I got any evidence. - Mm.
- I did not give up.
But the big, big fish eat the little fish.
The Frias are the big fish. - Where is he now?
- Some say he's dead.
Some say he changed his identity
and lives in Buenos Aires.
I believe he's out there somewhere.
Wait a sec. Does that say
what I think it says? Is that--
- His room number. - He was staying there
when all this went down? - He lived there.
His room was painted yellow like Izamal--
the Frias' homeland. - Oh, my God.
- Yellow. - Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.
Um...is that his room?
- Maybe. - The time stamp here is 5:30
in the morning, right?
He doesn't have a shirt on. I don't think
they're gonna fuck in either of their parents' rooms.
So what if they were in his room?
What if--what if-- what if--what if--what if
um, Sam and Violet went to go get Sam's skateboard
from Baltasar's room,
and then he caught them there, and he killed them on the spot?
- [chuckles]
- Okay, so we just have to match
this photo to his room, which is yellow, right?
- [chuckles]
You should let me keep the phone.
- No. - For your own good.
* *
[sighs] Do you like your life?
- What kind of question is that?
- I like my life-- the fish, the boat.
[chuckles]
But this is not what I wanted.
Trust me, this thing is gonna fuck with your head.
You're on vacation.
I suggest you stay on it.
* *
[indistinct chatter]
[light acoustic music playing]
* *
- You would've been proud of me--I skipped the dolphins.
I went horseback riding on the beach,
but they were out of horses, so I got a mule named Esdel.
I thought they said "Estelle." I thought it was a her,
but I guess it was a he.
- What? - You're on your phone.
- Anyway, and I went for a ride in a spaceship.
[clears throat] Who's the lucky guy?
- No one.
- You know, I told you I got you something, too.
* *
Merry Christmas, kiddo.
* *
- Mom's car.
- I know she'd want you to have it.
* *
- I swear, this door is smaller than the standard size.
- Yeah, I can assure you it's not any smaller
than it was when the bed arrived.
Push--push-- when I say "push," on three.
One, two, three. Push!
[all grunting]
I swear, this was easier when you guys brought it in.
[grunting]
Yeah, just--there you go. Once we get it rollin'...
- [sniffing]
[footsteps approaching] You need anything?
- I'm okay.
- I, um--
- [sighs]
[mysterious music]
* *
[wondrous music]
* *
- You, uh, you wanna go find
this guy's room tomorrow, don't you?
- Yeah, well, I do.
- You know what I wanna do?
- Hmm? - I wanna go
get in that fuckin' pool!
* *
- What? - Oh!
- [laughs] I belly-flopped so bad!
I belly-flopped.
* *
- Jesus, I'm like a manatee.
[both laugh]
* *
Oh, man. There's so much weird, like, smeg in here.
- [laughs] Ew.
- Come on.
- Wait, I can just make it.
- There you go.
* *
- Whoo. - Whoo.
[both howling]
* *
[both speak Spanish]
* *
[crunches]
* *
[spits]
* *
- Baltasar.
[both speaking Spanish]
* *
[beeps] [keys clacking]