- Don't you miss it?
I'm starting to forget things.
Who I am. Who we are.
[tense music]
- [sighs]
What's this?
- It's my tooth. It broke.
[gasps]
- I am worried about you.
- Okay, well, great. I feel very cared for.
- Two kids are missing.
- Hey, Vi?
Where is she?
- All of these places in your book
are real places in the Peninsula,
all leading to Pasaje.
- This is all my fault.
I started a series of events that ended up in death.
- We have to go find Pasaje.
That's where they were going, so we gotta go there too.
- Emma, you gotta move on.
- Don't follow me.
* *
[wind howling]
[upbeat acoustic guitar music]
[indistinct chatter]
* *
[phone rattles]
* *
[touch-tones beeping]
- You have six new messages.
First message.
[phone beeps]
- Hi, Mr. Thompson.
I don't know if this hotline is real,
but my name is Emma Reed,
and you don't-- you don't know me.
But I'm here in Akumal at the Bahía del Paraíso,
and a few days ago...
- * Along the sea *
* He drew circles in the sand *
- [snoring]
- * Thinking they could shut us out *
- [blowing]
- * He drew circles and closed himself inside *
- Emma?
- * The lines round about *
- Emma.
- * He doesn't believe it's *
- And another smile.
[camera shutter clicking] - Oh--Luna! Hey!
- Okay. Keep the smiles.
- Hey, Luna, you haven't seen Emma anywhere, have you?
- No, Mr. Reed. Is everything okay?
- Oh, yeah, it's fine.
She's probably just at the pool.
- * Lose his life and will not know why *
- Okay, smile.
- [groans]
For real? For real.
[line trilling]
- Hey, it's Emma. Uh, I'll call you back.
Thanks. Bye.
- * For we *
* Love you *
* *
* People love each other *
* I'm sure it's the only *
- * I'm sure it's the only way *
- * Only way *
* I know you will discover *
* Some striking similarities *
* Open up your eyes and you can see *
- [groans]
* *
* And we *
* Love you *
* *
* La-la-la-la-la-la-la *
* *
* And we *
- What in tarnation?
- There's a guy down there!
Oh, shoot. Did my ball hit you?
- What the hell? - Are you all right?
Don't touch it. You just let it lie.
Huh? What?
Hey!
Hey, you! - [hisses]
- Don't you hiss at me.
Come back here, you. - Hey.
- Wait!
- How about snorkeling? - Not so much.
I have trouble breathing out of my mouth.
I have a trachea that kind of just
shuts down sometimes with allergens.
- Oh, okay. - Stop, stop, stop.
I have never been snorkeling, so--
- What? You have never been snorkeling?
A grown man has never been snorkeling.
- [chuckling] I've told you.
Ted, please don't shame me in front of people.
- I'm not shaming you.
- You know, I grew up lower middle-class.
My family never did these things.
- Snorkeling is not an expensive activity, Ted.
It's just that I have trouble with it.
- It's fine. Maybe we can do something else.
- I'm so sorry. Excuse me.
I think you're missing the point about being surprised.
- Oh, for Christ's sake.
Are you still worked up about this?
- Yes. I want you to pick
something new and different for us to do,
something that I've never done.
Is it so hard? - Yes, it's hard.
I don't know what you haven't done.
- Sorry. You know what?
I'm just gonna get a drink by myself
while I wait to be surprised.
- [sighs] I'm gonna be surprised
if I don't throw him in the pool.
- [laughs]
- Okay, let's see what we have here.
- Yes. Um, how about the birds?
- Well, here's something we haven't done, I don't think.
[tires screeching] Ahh!
- Oh, my God! - Holy shit.
This is why I don't golf.
Everybody's a fuckin' lunatic.
- Emma?
I need to see the book!
[upbeat quirky music]
[groaning]
Oh!
[breathing heavily]
* *
Emma?
Noah!
* *
Ahh!
Puta madre. [groans]
* *
[knock at door]
[both speaking Spanish]
- No, no, no, no! Qué haces? Qué haces?
[knock at door] - Shh, shh!
[door clicks]
- Emma?
Baltasar Frías.
- Murray Thompson.
Time hasn't been too kind to us.
- No, it has not.
both: What are you doing here?
I'm looking for Emma.
How do you know Emma?
- You go first. - No, you go first.
You came in last. - Somebody just speak.
- I got a long, disturbing message
from some woman named Emma.
She believes that Violet was searching
for something called Pasaje.
And now I guess she's gone to look for it too.
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
- She found it?
- This woman doesn't sound well.
- No, no, no, no, no. - I was hoping to arrive here
before she left, but I'm... - She's gone.
- No. - Guessing I missed her.
- It's all happening again.
Noah asked me for her this morning,
and now they're both gone.
- Then I'll go find them.
- No, you can't.
The only man who knows how to get there
is dead because of me.
- I'm sorry? - Yeah, that's a long story
filled with shame and regret and pain,
and we don't have time for that.
- Well, then it's a good thing she told me how to get there.
All we need is a ride.
[phone beeps] - Hi, Mr. Thompson.
Uh, I don't know if this hotline is real,
but, um, my name is Emma Reed,
and you don't-- you don't know me.
But I'm here in Akumal at the Bahía del Paraíso,
and a few days ago, I found a cell phone
that belonged to Sam Lawford.
And, uh, yesterday, my husband found Violet's phone.
Uh, it's wild.
It's been a really strange week
and a long night, and I haven't slept much,
and honestly, I'm--I'm a little bit
losing my grip on reality,
but I have some good news, which is that I know
where Sam and Violet were going.
They were searching for something called Pasaje.
And it's this kind of underground room
that exists outside of time,
and Violet thought that she could see
her mom again there.
And now, uh, I'm about to look for it myself.
So I--I wanted to j--
[phone beeps]
Sorry about that. Your phone cut me off.
Sorry. Uh, sorry. Uh, moving on.
Um, and you might want to take notes here, I think.
Okay, so to find this Pasaje thing,
you enter the jungle at Parque de Corazones Degollado,
and then you hike straight in for exactly 13.5 kilometers
until you find a very large clearing of tall grass.
Now, this is where it gets very tricky,
because somewhere near the clearing
is this cluster of rare pink fungi,
but the fungi doesn't grow year round.
But when it does grow, though,
it's always within 30 meters of the underground entrance
to Pasaje.
And, um, I know that this sounds
like I'm totally full of shit.
But, uh, all the details are in the last chapter
of this book called "La Desilusión del Tiempo."
And now--so the writer of this book,
he took Violet and Sam there 15 years ago,
and he's dead now.
The writer is-- the writer's dead.
And anyway, I-- [phone beeps]
[gasping, coughing]
Sorry, again.
Anyway, yes.
So the--yeah, the author died,
and that was fucking horrific...
[screaming] To see.
It really puts shit into perspective, you know?
My own life. My own mortality.
Um, sorry.
Sorry, I'm--
I'm turning this into a therapy session.
This isn't about me. This is about Violet and Sam.
[gentle music]
I just--I think I was falling in love
with the idea of Violet and Sam
because they were at that time in their life
when everything is so meaningful,
and the highs are, like, so fucking high, you know?
And who doesn't want to go back in time
to that first love, to be young and dumb and--
you know, I'm not saying that your daughter
is dumb, of course.
I just--I just think that's why we love "Titanic"
and "Romeo and Juliet" so much.
But then we forget how fucking low the lows are.
Romeo and Juliet die, and the "Titanic" sinks.
The highs are never as high again,
but the lows just keep getting lower.
* *
- Here, I can help. - Oh. Thank you.
- Uh, are we lost?
- No, no.
Look, we'll find it in the morning.
It doesn't make sense to look for it
while it's dark, you know?
- Uh-huh.
- Are you hungry? - Yeah.
- Maybe we should, like, hunt, right?
- You know how to hunt? - No.
Do you? - I do not. No.
- Fuck. Sam.
[exhales]
How long can we go without water?
- I think they say, like, three days.
- That's it?
- But we're small, so maybe--
maybe that means we can go longer?
- Yeah, okay.
* *
You want to go back, don't you?
- No. No, no, no.
I'm sorry. I'm okay.
I think if we can't find it in the morning,
then we should probably...
- [chuckling]
[both laughing]
- And in the end,
everything just floats in the middle.
[chuckling] Maybe that's the disappointment of t--
[phone beeps] [gasps]
Time! Disappointment of time.
Or disillusionment of time. I--fuck. I don't know.
I don't--I don't know what I'm saying.
This is kind of fucked up, but, um, my husband Noah
is asleep in the other room, and I'm not telling him
that I'm going into the jungle,
because he would try to stop me.
He treats me like I'm this delicate little kid
who can't take care of herself.
[insect buzzing]
And, um, you know, he hasn't always been like that.
We took this vacation to celebrate
our wedding anniversary.
It's been ten years.
And, um, the entire process has made me realize
that my future won't be as good as my past.
- Emma?
- I drink more now. - Emma!
- Like, I get home from work and I pour a drink
before I even say hi to Noah.
And now, like, here, with the drinks and the pool--
and then half my tooth broke off by the lazy river,
and the other half is fucking killing me.
[gasps] Um--oh, my God.
Here's a dim realization I think that I just made
in this moment, which is that vacation
is kind of like life.
It's fun at first, and you try new things, right?
And you're like, new foods, new experiences.
The sex with your partner is more fun.
And then at a certain point,
you're just so fucking annoyed with them.
And you've done all the excursions
and you've tried all the food and you get bad indigestion
and you're too sore and too lazy
and hungover to do anything but watch
shitty true-crime shows in your hotel bed,
and then after a while, you just want to go home.
But then you get home, and it isn't
quite as good as you remembered,
so you just want to go back on vacation.
Sorry. I'm done.
And I don't--I don't even know
if you're gonna, uh, hear this.
- Oh, fuck. - You have a good day.
[phone beeps]
[both breathing heavily]
[helicopter blades whirring]
[dramatic music]
* *
- [screams] What are you doing here?
- Oh, hey. It's good to see you too.
- You called in a fucking helicopter?
- No, how would I do that?
- Ah! That was incredible!
Hi! - Ha, we found you too.
- Hi! - Double surprise!
Thanks, Abigail. Great pilot.
- [grunts] - Ooh, timber.
- I did not think that this morning would end up like this.
So many adventures. Thank you, Baltasar.
- That's mine. - Smile.
- Is that really a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?
Oh, no, just peanut butter. [chuckling]
And then these three-- thank you.
These three-- one, two, and three--
they come chasing after us in a golf cart.
And I'm thinking that maybe the helicopter was on fire,
or maybe we were gonna get hijacked.
- By the way, we heard about the Pasa-ha.
I guess we'd all love to find some room outside of time.
But I'm too afraid to crawl
down in some mole hole to go underground.
- Maybe it's worth it that you face your fears,
you know, to see what's down there.
- Well, what's down there is a bunch of bullshit,
so I'll just stay up here.
- Stop, stop, stop. - Anyway--
- Can I talk to you for a second, please?
- Mm-hmm. - It's whatever.
Some people believe in God.
Other people believe in magical rooms
suspended...in time.
Oh, boy. That can't be good.
- Luna says, um, they are in a very specific stage,
you know, called, um, la pubertad de matrimonio.
The puberty of marriage.
- Ooh. - Nothing worse than puberty.
- Like, you didn't think it'd be cool to, like,
leave--leave a note or--or anything at all?
- I don't need you to rescue me.
- No, I'm not here to rescue you.
- Noah, I'm going to go in there if I find it.
- Mm-hmm. - There's no stopping me.
- No, no, you--you-- - There's no...
- Yeah. - Talking me out of it.
- Yeah, no, you've made it crystal fucking clear, so--
- Then why are you here?
Why are you here?
You don't care about any of this.
You don't believe in any of it. - No, you know what?
But I--I do care about you. -Mm-hmm.
- And I'm not gonna just stand by
and let my wife walk into a jungle alone.
Are you kidding me? I am not built like that.
You know this.
Like, I'm-- I'm not sure what's--
what's next for us after all this shit,
but in the meantime, we're married,
and this is what I signed up for.
And if you could just be-- - Don't teach me a lesson.
- If you could just--well, maybe you need to learn one--
- You talk to me like I'm five years old.
- You are so selfish. - How am I being selfish?
- If you could just take my feelings into consideration--
- I'm out here in the middle of fucking nowhere--
- Oh, don't---oh, my God-- - I'm doing all this--
- I'm sorry, I'm just gonna go over there.
- That's a fantastic idea. - Excuse me?
- The king of giving great marital advice.
Can I have a sandwich?
- What's that supposed to mean, Ted?
- I love you, but you are
the worst one of all to do this.
- I think you--you should go.
It would be very interesting to see that human interaction.
- Mm. I see what you're doing. - Don't egg him on.
- Oh, there is no signal anywhere.
- You're putting words in my mouth.
- What's going on? - Where am I fucking up?
- Your friends are getting a divorce.
- This is 100% for you.
- And you coming here... - This is for you.
- Is 100% about you. - Oh, Go--you know what?
You haven't thought about me since you left this morning.
- I did. - And that sucked.
Oh, you did? - Mm-hmm.
- Okay, when?
- I did think about you this morning,
and I decided that I need something that is mine.
- Okay, like wha--like, the two missing kids?
- No. - Like, that's what you--
- [stammers] - Then what?
- We're supposed to be two separate people.
We are not separate people anymore.
- Are we? - We do everything together.
Everything is always together. - Okay--
- We don't even have our own friends anymore.
We're like this-- - Is that bad?
- Yeah, it is bad.
- Wow. Wow, Em.
You literally talk about marriage
like it's a fucking problem.
- It is a problem.
- Wow, you know-- [chuckling]
You know what sucks?
Like, I don't--I don't--
I don't know if you even like me anymore.
That--that sucks.
Like, that--like, do you want to be married to me anymore,
or, like, nah?
[tense music]
- [inhales]
- [grunts] Okay.
Okay. Good news.
I'm catching a whiff of something pungent
coming from the west.
So I'm gonna check that out before nightfall.
You guys set up camp in the trees.
Never go into the tall grass after dark.
Never.
I've only got three tents, so you might want to think
about getting along at some point.
- Well, I think the Teds are out of here.
- Ooh, could we get a quick pic by the helicopter?
- Okay, okay. I got it.
- Who's taking it? Ted.
- I got it. - No, let Ted do it.
[both laugh]
- That's funny.
- Safe to say you're gonna re-up for another seven years?
- I'd give it 50/50.
How 'bout you?
- Okay.
Got it. Smile.
[camera shutter clicks]
[helicopter blades whirring]
- "Follow nature's call to the pink fungi.
"53 meters northwest is a hidden entrance.
"But hold your palm above it, and you will feel heat.
And only then will the arrow of time appear."
- Nature calls.
Could be an "Ace Ventura" reference.
- Mm.
Okay, so, um, Pasaje.
Let's say it's real.
What is a room outside of time?
Iberra--Iberra says it takes you
where you need to be, right?
- Mm-hmm.
- Well, uh, I'm 99% sure
that Iberra was full of shit.
- Yeah, well, maybe, but still, like,
what is outside of time versus inside of time?
It seems like Pasaje is about reliving a moment, no?
Or having a glimpse into the future.
So where do you want to go?
Where do you want to be?
No one?
Okay. Me--me again.
Luna, do you remember when I turned 35?
- [chuckling]
- I was very clear I didn't want to have a party.
You know, I was feeling very old.
So that day, I was feeling miserable.
And I was--I was so depressed, at 10:00 p.m.,
I was in my bathroom crying, taking a shit.
And suddenly, I hear a knock on the door.
And Luna and Alex, these fucking assholes,
stole cases of fireworks...
all: Whoa!
- And--and a kilogram of weed
from this crazy spring break party.
And just with that, I had, um,
the best night of my life.
- Salud.
- Yeah. [cups clinking]
So what about you guys?
It's a beautiful night.
Are--are you gonna share anything?
- Yeah, okay.
Okay. Uh...
Yeah, you know, if any of this shit is real,
I, uh--I think I would--
I would want to go a year from now.
- [chuckling] Why?
- Just want to see how Emma and I are doing.
- How do you think we'll be doing?
- For the first time in my life,
I have absolutely no idea.
And that terrifies me.
[machete chopping in distance]
- [grunting]
[clears throat]
- Nature called, hmm?
Did you find the pink fungi?
- I didn't see anything.
We'll have better luck in the morning.
[harmonica trills]
[solemn harmonica music]
* *
- Good night, guys. - Yeah, man.
- Everybody says this is garbage,
but not my family.
First Rita,
then Violet carried it everywhere.
I must have thought it was just another vampire
or wizard one.
Should've paid more attention.
- I'm so sorry.
- Yeah, me too.
- Do you mind if I ask what happened to your wife?
You don't have to tell me.
- Uh...
- I'm sorry. That's...
- No, no, no. - Invasive.
- Started in her breast. Spread to her brain.
Took its time.
- I'm so sorry.
And I'm so sorry that I, like--
oh, I just keep saying I'm sorry,
and I know that that's not, you know--
I know that's not helpful.
That must have been impossible.
- Yeah, strange time...
- Mm-hmm.
- To go from husband to caregiver.
I mean-- but we had time together.
My dad died when he was 45,
so anything over that, for me, is a bonus.
- I mean, if that's what tells you
how long you're gonna live, I'm screwed,
'cause my grandmother is 96,
and that's, like...
[chuckles]
Way too much time to fill.
- I don't--I don't feel that way.
This is--this is weird.
I--I'm obsessed with trying to remember
the last thing that I said to Violet.
I can--I can picture where we were.
I--I--I can see the scene.
But there's no sound, you know.
Probably something so stupid and banal.
I'm--I'm just not...
I'm just not sure if I can remember, uh, her face.
Are you okay?
- Um...
Noah and I tried to, uh, start a family
a couple years ago, and it didn't work.
Um...
everyone treats you like you're broken
when they hear about it.
But, um,
I--I--
I refuse to be defined by it.
You know, we're so much more than what happens to us...
[sniffles] Right?
- No.
Sorry.
We're not.
- I didn't get to see her face.
Um, my...
Daughter.
I, uh, chose not to.
And I think that...
maybe if this, uh,
thing is real,
maybe I can.
Maybe you can see Violet again.
- No.
No, that's bullshit.
You don't get to say that.
- What?
- Good night.
[Elliott Smith's "The Biggest Lie"]
* *
- * I'm waiting for the train *
* *
* The subway that only goes one way *
* *
* The stupid thing that'll come to pull us apart *
- Oh, fuck. Sorry. Are you okay?
- Yeah. - You okay?
- Yeah.
- This is actually kind of hard for my neck.
- Oh, do you want me to move up?
- Sure.
- There. This is not--
- Maybe we should go back to the side.
- Yeah. - Okay.
- * Wanted everything to stop that bad *
- [moaning] - What's wrong?
- I just don't like people touching me.
- Oh, sorry. - Yeah.
- * Credit card registered to Smith *
- Sam, could you do a little less tongue?
- My bad--I was just kind of matching what you were doing.
We don't have to do any tongue. - Yeah, I'd rather not.
- I'm sorry. It's not--
- Yeah, I'm--I'm tired. - I'm so tired.
- [chuckling] Hey.
- Do you--do you want to just maybe go to bed?
- Yeah, let's--let's sleep.
Okay.
- Okay. - Cool.
- Good night. - Good night.
* *
- * You turned white like a saint *
* I'm tired of dancing on *
* A pot of gold-flaked paint *
[birds chirping]
- [inhales]
[groaning]
Are you awake?
- Mm-hmm.
- [inhales]
You--you asked me earlier if I miss it,
and I--I miss this.
I--
Emma, I just want to go home.
- [sniffles]
- Em, you okay?
Sweetheart, what's wrong?
Oh, fuck, your mouth.
- [muffled] My tooth hurts. - Oh, Lord. Emma, Emma--
- And my whole body is hot. - It's hot outside.
- And my jaw is stiff. Am I gonna die?
- We gotta get you to a dentist.
- Where are we gonna find a dentist?
- We have to leave. - No, I can't leave.
- We have to leave and get you to a dentist.
- This is significant, yes.
- Emma, I want you to be happy,
but that tooth is gonna have to come out.
- Yeah, or what's left of it.
- I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine.
- No, you're not fine at all.
It has to come out right now. - Mm-mm.
- Okay, I can't get any fucking reception out here.
- What's the worst thing that could happen?
- You could get an infection in your brain and die.
- Mm! - Okay, besides me,
who's the fastest runner here?
- To find cell phone reception?
It's me. It's me. - Oh, no. It's me.
So I'm gonna get Abigail,
and I'm gonna get you a dentist.
I'm gonna get you out of here, Emma!
- [speaking Spanish]
Wow, she's--she's really fast.
- No, no. I'm not gonna leave.
Do you have pliers?
[tense music]
Oh, no.
Get it over with.
- What--no, no, no. No, no, no. We gotta get you to a doctor.
- Noah, you wanted to come here and help me.
Fucking help me.
- [exhales]
- Noah.
* *
[groaning]
- I got her. Now go.
- You sure you want to do this? - Let's go.
- All right. - Do it.
- All right, it's gonna be okay.
- Just do it! - It's gonna be okay.
- Counting down from ten. - From five.
- From five... - Cinco...
- Four... - Cuatro...
- Three... - Tres...
- No. - Two...
- Dos... - One.
- Just do it. - Oh, no!
- Oh, shit. - [screaming]
[all screaming]
[sobbing]
- Yes! - [laughing]
- Yes!
- [laughing] Yeah!
- You did so good.
- It worked!
[laughing tearfully]
- [grunting]
[exhales]
[grunting]
[flatulating]
[exhales]
[mysterious music]
* *
My God.
- Hi.
- Hey.
How's your mouth?
- Oh, it's good. - Okay.
- It's much better, actually.
- Good.
- I passed out too.
- You did? - Yeah, I did.
- All right.
- Murray drained the pus, and I--
I went down.
- [groaning]
[inhales deeply]
Well, I guess we don't have to hash it out
about the tooth, huh?
- Yeah.
- [whistles]
[tense music]
[whistling]
* *
- It's warm.
- Well...
- Here we are...at last.
* *
- So what now?
- We go in.