- Previously on "The Resort"...
- I want to get answers. I'm gonna bring some closure.
- What if there are no answers? - Well, there have to be--
otherwise what is the fucking point?
- I have memory leakage.
- "Leakage"? - Yeah, from my ears.
- Our memory, that's all we have.
When you allow yourself to remember,
seemingly random pieces fall into place.
- "Vi, meet me here. Love, Mom."
- She believed that you hid
the location of Pasaje in this book.
- A room outside of time.
- I need to find it.
- My daughter wanted to spend Christmas here
but doesn't want to spend it with me.
- Mezcal, on the house.
[thunder crashes]
- Noah, I'm going to go in there if I find it.
- I am not gonna just stand by and let my wife walk into--
- We're supposed to be two separate people.
- Do you want to be married to me anymore?
- I'm obsessed with trying to remember
the last thing that I said to Violet.
- What do you need, Emma?
- I'm fine.
- So what now?
- We go in.
[dramatic music]
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- [snoring]
- Stop it.
- [snoring]
- [sighs]
- [chuckles]
[mumbling]
[snoring, mumbles]
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- [groans]
- No mames.
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This appears to be an obstacle.
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- Is this it?
- Mm, I don't think so.
- What do we do now?
Maybe swim across?
- Shit. - Yeah, indeed, shit.
All this water had to come from someplace.
- What if we, uh, walk along the, um, edge here?
- Yeah. - Yeah.
- What the fuck is this? - What?
Holy shit.
- [grunts]
- Huh. That's-- that's pretty convenient.
[all grunting]
- Okay. [breathing heavily]
Let's pull.
- Whoa, whoa, no. Wait, maybe we shouldn't mess
with anything until we know who put this here.
- Maybe you put it here, Noah,
or maybe I did...
or maybe Sam and Violet,
or maybe it's not even here.
both: What? - Yeah.
[all grunting]
- Okay, keep going. Keep going, keep going.
[grunting continues]
- What the fuck is that?
- Are you gonna pull?
- Yes, I'm sorry.
[grunting continues]
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[echoing whistle]
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- Thank you. [breathing heavily]
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Is that daylight?
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- So this is Pasaje?
- I don't feel anything. - Yeah, me neither.
- How the fuck did we miss this?
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- I don't know what we're even expecting to find here.
In a hurricane, we'd be underwater right now.
- [gasps]
- Hey! Over here!
I found a tunnel. - There's one over here, too.
- Hell, yeah.
Holler if you find something, anything.
- Okay. - I want to know either way.
[dramatic music]
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- It's warm.
[thunder rumbles, wind gusting]
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- Violet?
Violet!
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Violet!
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- So...
what happened to your face?
- What happened to your fucking face?
- Shut up. - What do you mean?
- The scar under you eye, Murray.
Looks like dried cum.
- Well, the story begins when you left me for dead in Pomuch.
- You had no pulse. - Ah, fair point.
Did you know there are 12,544 resorts
with over 627,000 rooms in the Yucatán Peninsula?
- That doesn't seem accurate.
- I went to every single one of them looking for Violet.
I also called in every favor I had earned
after giving 27 years of my life
working for the U.S. government,
but eventually everybody gave up.
So one day, I walked out into the jungle,
looked around and...
I don't know.
Everything kind of just shut off.
I lost myself.
But then I found myself
bouncing along on the bed of a U.S. military truck--
an REO M35 that had been decommissioned
and sold to a network of socialist guerilla fighters.
The Frente Farabundo Martí...
both: Para la Liberación Nacional.
- I've heard of them. Yeah, they're great.
- Operating back in those days
in the political wilds of El Salvador.
I can't divulge much about the next year
other than I impersonated an exterminator
and embedded myself in a certain communist regime.
I'm talking about Cuba.
- It's pronounced Coo-ba. - Cuba.
I'm talking about the island nation of Cuba.
And I engaged in a brief but very passionate affair
with the stepdaughter of a man it's best not to name.
- Who's that? - Rhymes with fool-iani.
I was required to make a hasty exit,
so I found an abandoned shipping container
outside of Havana that I could squat in.
It turned out it was still operational,
which I discovered one morning when I awoke
and felt the sea rolling underneath me.
I was locked inside for days, maybe weeks--I don't know.
And in that darkness,
all of my memories were all that I had--
Rita, the freckles on her back that looked like stars,
the smell of Violet's hair when she would hug me.
And that's when it hit me-- what the fuck was I doing?
I'm her dad.
It was my only job to find her and protect her.
And I'd given up. - Yeah, you did.
- So with every ounce of will I could summon,
plus one copper penny,
a small packet of yellow mustard,
and a bit of personal bile,
I was able to effect an escape from that shipping container.
I commandeered a Norwegian family's
44-million-krone sailboat,
set a course due south around the Cape of Good Hope,
and headed straight for Quintana Roo,
where this all began.
- Hmm.
And how the fuck did you get that scar?
- What?
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Eggs?
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- [screaming] - Wait.
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- Hang on!
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I got it.
- [groaning] [snake hissing]
- Holy shit.
Oh, hol--hol--
hold that bastard still.
I'll puncture him in the Jacobson's organ.
- Back off!
I'm tired of being assaulted by symbols.
[shouts, groaning]
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- [continues hissing] - [breathing deeply]
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You--you do have...
four noses.
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Are we done here?
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Good.
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- No. No, no, no, no, fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
- Violet!
- Sam? - Violet, can you hear me?
- Yeah, yeah. I'm over here.
- Where are you? - Can you hear me?
Sam.
Can you see my light? - Yeah, I see.
Hey. - Sam.
- Hey. - Sam, hi.
- Hi. - [laughs] How'd you find me?
- Are you okay? - Yeah, I'm okay.
- You're not hurt? - Yeah, I'm good.
- Okay. - Are you okay?
- Yeah. We got to get out of here.
It's starting to get bad. - Yes, please.
- Why'd you ditch me?
- I didn't ditch you. I left a note.
- What note? What are you talking about?
- It's in your shoe. - Which shoe?
- The right one. I don't know.
- Why would you put it in a shoe?
- 'Cause it was there. Where else would I put it?
- What did it say? - I don't know.
It doesn't really matter. Can we--can we go?
- Okay. How did it go?
You find Pasaje? - No.
- Okay.
- We can get out over here. - Okay.
- This is--
Man, it looks like--almost like cookie dough, right?
It's kind of like cookie dough.
One up there that look like a nipple.
- [gasps] Ew.
- What? - Oh, my God.
A bat shit on me.
- What? No. I-I doubt a bat shat on--
- [gasps]
[splat] - Oh, what the fuck?
- Oh, my God. - Oh, no, no.
What the fuck? - Oh, my God!
No, no, no, no!
[both screaming]
- Move, move, move, move, move! - Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Oh, my God! Oh, my God! - Move, move, move!
Fuck you, bats! Go, go, go, go, go, go!
[both screaming]
- Oh, my God. Dude, no!
Ah! - Oh, my God.
[breathing heavily] Wait.
But it's good luck to be shit on by a bat, right?
- That sounds like something a bat would say.
- [laughs]
Wait. What?
Shit. It's a dead end.
- Oh, hello. Maybe not.
- [breathing heavily]
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- Holy shit.
- Shit. I-I could've sworn it was right here.
- There's nothing here. - Listen...
No, there's--there's got to be another way out.
- Okay. Okay. - Hold on one second.
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I didn't see anything.
It's okay. We'll figure something out.
[thunder rumbles]
- I'm really sorry.
- No, no, it's okay. It's okay.
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- What's that? - What?
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Okay. - Okay. Um, hold this.
- Yeah. Yeah.
- I'm gonna, like, parkour to the...
[grunts] Okay.
- You okay? - Yeah, I'm okay.
[chuckles] both: Okay. Um...
- Hey, you know what?
Actually, let me--let me give you a little boost.
- That's, like, 20 feet in the air, Noah.
- First off, it's, like, 12 feet in the air,
and you're gonna stand on my shoulders, come on.
I have been working out so much.
Maybe it's just for this moment right here, so...
- You sure? - Yeah, come on. Let's go.
- Okay. - Yeah.
- Okay. You ready? - Yeah.
- One, two, three.
[both grunting]
- Oh, goddamn. Okay.
[groans] Oh, dear fuck. - [grunting]
The tunnel keeps going.
Can you lift me a little higher?
I can almost crawl inside.
- Okay, let's just wait for the other guys to get here.
- I can do it. I just can't get up on my own.
[grunts] Please.
- Ready? - Yeah.
- Go! [grunting]
- [grunts]
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- You good?
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- Well, this is a kind of shitty way
to end a pretty great vacation.
- [chuckles]
Pretty stupid for you to follow me in here.
- All in all, I think...
still better than talking to Hanna
about her professor's penis.
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- Help! - Help!
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- This is gonna kill my dad.
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- Wow. It's really, um...
it's really tight back here.
- Em?
- I have to check this out, okay?
- Oh, uh, okay.
Oh, sorry.
- Um... here, give me your hand.
I can, um--I can pull you up.
- Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Okay.
Ah, shit.
Okay, wait. Let me--
Ah, shit. - You okay?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm fine.
Okay, uh...
you go ahead.
Um, I'll be here.
Uh, just keep talking to me so I know you're okay.
Okay?
- Okay. - Okay.
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- [breathing heavily]
- You seeing anything?
- [echoing] Not yet.
[grunts]
[breathing quickly]
The tunnel keeps getting smaller.
- Uh, o-- Wait. How small?
- I'm okay.
I'm okay.
[breathing heavily]
- Okay, uh, you know,
maybe you should turn around now, yeah?
- What do I do? What do I do?
[grunts] What do I do?
Shit. [breathing heavily]
Okay. It's okay. Okay.
- Emma, please, please, would you just,
like, keep talking to me.
- I'm okay. It's fine. It's fine.
[grunts]
It's not that much farther,
and I-I can see the other side.
- Okay, Emma, I can't--
I can't hear you.
So speak up.
Emma?
- [grunts]
- What's going on? You're not talking.
- [hyperventilating]
No, no, no. No. No. No.
[grunts, hyperventilating]
- What are you doing? Please, please, keep talking to me.
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- [cries]
- It's okay if you need to tell me that you're not okay,
so please tell me if you're not okay.
- I'm not okay.
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I'm not--I'm not okay. I'm--I'm--I'm stuck.
- What? Are you serious?
- Yeah. - Um, okay. Uh--
Help! - Noah.
- Stay calm. I got you.
Just--just-- - Noah, I'm really scared.
- It's gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay.
Vi, it's gonna be okay.
[gasps]
- [gasps]
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- [gasps]
[screaming, cries]
- Emma!
- [hyperventilating]
- Wait. All right, Em, uh...
All right, look, just, uh...
- [hyperventilating]
- Remember to, like, just slow your breathing...
relax your muscles,
and just breathe in and out, okay?
- [gasps] - In and out.
In and out. - [breathes slowly]
- Breathe in...
- [breathes deeply
Good. Good.
Good. Breathe in and out. I am right here with you.
[continues indistinctly]
Good. Breathe in-- [monitor beeping]
- [grunts softly, breathing heavily]
[exhales deeply]
[baby cries]
[breathing heavily]
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[grunts loudly]
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[gasping, grunting]
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[breathing heavily]
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[whimpering]
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[breathing heavily]
- Emma?
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Emma!
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[baby giggles] - [chuckles]
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[baby giggles]
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[no audio]
[soft music]
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- Em!
Emma!
- [gasps]
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Give me your hand.
I got you. I got you.
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All right.
- [gasping]
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- [coughing]
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[groans]
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- [gasping] - Hey.
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Who are you?
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- Ahh.
- I'm okay.
- Baltasar, you just saved my life again.
That's four times now.
I'm gonna need you to take a drink.
- Mmm.
This is good mezcal.
- Mm. - Yeah.
- I lived in Michoacán for one year,
learning the ways of mezcal at the Patasacaro distillery.
- What do you say?
- "Patasacaro" distillery. - Pátzcuaro, you mean?
- That is what I said. - Yeah.
Your Spanish is still very bad after all these years.
- So I've been told. - Yeah.
- I'm not any good at making mezcal either,
but they did give me a few cases before they fired me.
- That seems fair.
[dramatic music]
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- Dad?
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What's going on?
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Why do you look like that? What happened?
[both crying]
I was looking for you.
- I'm sorry.
- I was looking for you the whole time.
- What?
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- [chuckling]
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- What the fuck's happening right now?
- Oh.
You...
you haven't told them.
- We didn't know what to say.
- We thought maybe you could handle that.
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- Well, that's--I-- That's just not possible.
We were at the resort yesterday morning.
- The resort was destroyed by a hurricane 15 years ago.
Hand. - But I-I saw you dance.
- Oh, I haven't danced in 15 years, kid.
- Okay, well, that would be sad if it were true, but I saw you.
Y-you were dancing with a whole bunch of other people,
and then the crazy guy who owns the resort
elbowed me in the face, and then that developed
into kind of, like, a-- more of a kidnapping situation.
- Well, um, Alex walked into the ocean
and drowned 15 years ago.
- Whoa, okay, softer touch.
- "Softer touch"?
We don't need to be softer with these guys.
These guys just transcended time.
They're fucking heroes. It's--it's bananas.
What...
what do you remember, huh?
What happened when you were floating there all those years?
- I-I don't understand why you keep saying "years."
We were in there for maybe five minutes.
- Well, what happened when you were floating there
those five minutes? - [sighs]
I, uh...
- What?
- I...
I-I don't remember.
- [clears throat]
- Wait. Why did you scratch your ear?
- It--it itched.
- [chuckles]
[indistinct conversation]
- [exhales deeply]
- Hey, uh...
look, man, I, uh-- I don't understand
any of this shit either,
but, uh, you know, you're here.
You're alive. That's good.
And, uh...
you're gonna be okay.
- Yeah. Thank you. - Yeah.
- Do you have a cell phone I can borrow?
I-I feel like I should call my parents.
- Yeah, absolutely.
I mean, I doubt you'll be able to get any service out here,
but, uh, here you go.
- What's this?
- Oh, ri--sorry. Yeah, yeah, let me unlock it for you.
All right, there we go.
- Is there a keypad?
- Right, right, yeah. So, like, here--
there's--the keypad comes up here, and it's all just touch.
- Hey. - Hi.
- Thank you.
- Did you see her?
Was it worth it?
- It still hurts.
- [chuckles] Yeah, well, it gets better.
It's always there, but...
It gets better.
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- My parents hung up on me.
They, uh--
they thought I was trying to prank-call them.
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I guess I'm just glad they're still alive.
[Noah laughs] - Yeah.
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- Violet...
want to learn to fire a flare gun?
- Wow.
- Yeah, and see? It'll linger.
Hopefully somebody's in the area.
- Like, I know we're supposed to be all mature
and cool about this, but...
Fuck.
- Yeah.
- I mean, like, they were in there for 5 minutes,
and they were out 15 fucking years.
I mean, what if they'd been in there for, like, 20 minutes?
Why didn't you get in the water?
- I didn't want to lose 15 years.
[dramatic music]
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- Dad, are we still on for dinner tonight?
Remember, we made a plan.
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- Right. [laughs]
[Violet chuckles] Yeah.
Uh, yeah, dinner sounds-- I think that'll be fine.
- Yeah? - Dinner.
- Okay. [both laugh]
- Sam, don't point that at me. - Okay.
And you want to two-hand it and just do it?
[flare gun fires]
- [chuckles]
- [sighs]
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Hmm?
- I'm good. - No. Good.
* *
- Well...
we did it.
I guess we're not terrible detectives after all.
- Eh, we're not good ones either, though.
- Hmm. - Speak for yourself.
- You did not fight a snake.
- What? - You didn't fight a snake.
- I did. I-I swear, I--
I was holding him so tight,
blood was coming out of--of his eyes.
- Yeah, but it was, like, a baby one, right?
Like, a little--
- It was a-a four-nosed fucking serpent, Noah.
Hmm? It was huge.
- Yeah, dude, I don't know about that.
- It was a fucking anaconda.
- It all kind of seems like a bunch of bullshit.
[helicopter blades whirring]
- I kind of want to rent a Jet Ski.
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Or a banana boat.
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[indistinct chatter]
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- [chuckles]
- Mm.
- [laughs] - ¿Qué?
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[The Beach Boys' "Sloop John B." in Spanish]
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