The Resort (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Episode #1.1 - full transcript
- Slow down!
- Speed up?
- Slow the fuck down, bro!
- Okay, hang on tight!
- Ahh!
- Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
- Oh.
- Hi.
- Mr. and Mrs. Reed, welcome.
- Hey, how you doing?
- Oh, yeah.
- How was your flight?
- It was great.
- Uh, it was pretty turbulent.
- Raul!
Sorry about that.
- No.
- It's all good. We're here.
- Yeah.
- My name is Luna.
- Hi, Luna.
- And take this,
as they will get you
everything you need.
- Oh, even heroin?
- Sorry?
- She's joking.
- It was a bad joke.
Although I will
try anything twice.
- No,
no, no, no heroin.
Eh, cocktails?
- Yes, please.
- Thank you.
- Thank you, gracias.
- And smile!
Okay, ah, no.
Maybe if you come a
little bit closer, please.
Yes, that's
perfect. Thank you.
One, two, three, smile.
And what brings
you two to Akumal?
Vacation from the kids?
- Uh, no kids. That
ship has sailed.
It's our ten year anniversary.
- Ten years?
- Yeah.
- Wow. La pubertad
del matrimonio.
- Mm.
- The marriage of what?
- The puberty of marriage.
- Oh!
- Puberty of marriage.
- Okay.
La pubertad del matrimonio.
- What?
- Yes, that's right.
- Okay, all right.
- That's right.
Yes, it's when the
real love begins.
You become who you will be.
- You okay?
- Are you okay, sir?
- Yeah, yeah.
It was a mosquito.
- In your mouth?
- Yeah, in the throat.
- Oh.
- Oh.
Well, you can relax now.
You're in paradise.
No work, no stress, no regrets.
- Ahh.
There are few greater pleasures
in life than a good hotel bed.
- Yeah, or two of them.
- Look, I'm sorry.
I had to book this
on Amex points,
and all the king size
rooms were taken, so...
- Oh, that's okay.
This is great.
I like this.
- I'm just kidding. We'll
sleep together tonight.
- All inclusive.
- Yeah, unlimited
week of alcohol, yeah.
- And to adventure and gluttony.
- Yeah.
- Here's to ten years.
- The
puberty of marriage.
- Ow.
- Oh, yeah... oh, my God.
- It's okay, it's okay.
- Oops, sorry, sorry.
- It's okay.
- Were you holding your breath?
- Uh, yeah, you got
something a little...
A little stinky
going on in there.
Lazy river?
- Yeah.
- All right.
Yeah, you know, I'm at
this point in my life
where I'm not sure
if it's the jet lag
or the alcohol that's
more damaging to my brain.
- You don't have jet lag.
It's a three-hour
time difference.
- Well, I mean, but
that's what jet lag is.
It's like I travel by jet,
and now I'm lagging.
- Yeah, but then you should
feel more awake, actually.
I think your problem is that
you're just always tired.
- What do you want
to do for dinner?
- It's all been taken care of.
We don't have to
leave the resort
for any meals if
we don't want to.
- But what if we want to?
- Oh, you want to?
- Mm.
- Great, sushi at 9:00.
- You sure you're
gonna be awake?
You won't be too jet lagged?
- Oh, wow.
Such a sleep shamer.
I'll bet you... I'll
bet you 20 bucks,
American, I stay awake.
- All right, I'm ready.
I win.
- Oh, I knew that
we would be friends
when I saw you at the pool.
- Does it ever get weird with,
like, both of your
names being Ted?
- Well, our friends
call him Young Ted.
They call me Gray Ted.
- No.
They used to call me Young Ted.
Now I have more
gray than Gray Ted.
- Well, except around my pubes.
- Oh, wow!
- Too much, too much.
Sorry, we went, just went.
- Wow, so how many
years is this?
- So every seven years,
we'll pick a vacation spot
we've never been to.
- So the first time,
we went to Laos.
- Uh-huh.
- You know, by Thailand,
Southeast Asia.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- And then the next
seven years was Memphis
because Ted is a big Elvis fan.
- Guilty, so anyway, this year,
what we're doing is, we
always have a good time,
but we also spend the week
reevaluating our marriage
to see if we want
to stay married.
- Oh.
- Yeah.
- Okay, that sounds
absolutely terrifying.
- Marriage is
technically a contract.
- That's right. People
change, love changes.
Yin and yang, so why not
plan for these things
by really asking ourselves,
do we still make
each other happy?
- Oh, and do we still
surprise each other?
- You know, if we make
it through this trip,
we will be at 21 years.
- Wow, okay, and like,
what if you don't?
- Oh, we separate
and life goes on.
- Yeah, no biggie.
I get to keep the dog though.
- No, no, no, no,
Beans comes with me.
- Is the air even on?
- Full blast.
How much did you have
to drink last night?
- Hey, I have
some water. Here.
- Oh, okay, thank you.
- Oh, is she all right?
- Yeah, she gets
a little carsick.
She'll be fine.
- You good? You're
gonna do great.
Just always keep
your eyes ahead.
- Keep close!
- Let's roll out!
- Whoo!
- Noah!
- Come on!
- Ah, ah!
- Whoo!
- Ah!
Ah!
Holy shit.
- Emma?
Emma!
Emma, oh, my God.
Oh, my God, stay there!
Stay there, stay
there. Don't move.
- Pretty good, huh?
Gracias.
- God, that's so sweet.
Is there alcohol in that?
- No, because
you're on pain meds,
and you have a head injury.
- I can handle one drink.
- You sure that's a good idea?
- I can handle one drink.
- Yeah, you said
that before now,
so your repeating
yourself might be a sign
of a more serious brain injury.
- You got to stop
treating me like a baby,
or I'm gonna get a
fucking face tattoo.
- Wow, okay. Um,
you know what?
Here, knock yourself out.
- It's okay, it's okay.
- Hello, strangers.
- Hi, friends.
- How are you?
- ATV friends.
- Hi.
- Hey.
- Oh, my goodness.
How are you feeling?
- I'm okay.
- Let's see. Can I see?
- Are you okay... oh.
- Okay.
- Yeah.
- All right.
- It's gonna be fine though.
- I'll be right back.
- It wasn't funny. It hurt.
- Oh, of course, we'll be here.
- She's a lot of fun.
Nice.
Shit, I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Yeah, sorry.
Yes. Oh, my God!
Yes... yes, thank
you. Muchas gracias.
- Yeah.
Fuck.
- Who else is
buying this? Veinte.
Okay, put that there.
There we go.
Can I charge this in here?
Do you have an outlet for this?
- "Where are you?
Meet in lobby?"
The Oceana Vista.
- Hola.
- Violet Thompson.
Holy shit.
What happened to you, Sam?
- Ready?
Brutal honesty, please.
Who you texting?
- Uh, someone from school.
Oh, geez.
- Oh, Jesus. Okay, really?
- Sorry... no.
- Is it...
- I mean, it's not that bad.
Is it?
- No, no, it's good.
It's really good.
It just is... uh,
what does this mean?
- Uh, I don't know.
Doesn't mean anything, really.
I don't think everything has
to have a deeper meaning.
You know? It's just a drawing.
- Okay, maybe, but it feels
like there's a lot in it.
And you know, even if it's
just for you to know, right?
Otherwise, what's the point?
- Why does there
have to be a point?
- Okay, so then maybe
it's a commentary
on the correlation
between the American tourism
industry and gluttony?
- Yeah, okay.
- Don't worry about it.
Hey, it's so good.
It's... you're so good.
I love you.
- Love you too.
- Do you think he might be gay?
- He has a girlfriend, Carl.
- A lot of my gay friends
used to have girlfriends.
- Oh, what gay men do you know?
- Pat Cridel.
- Pat Cri...
You are such an idiot.
- Oh, what are you...
- Just stop it.
- What's wrong?
- Just admiring your cool.
Just jonesing on your cool.
Be you, buddy.
- Okay. Weird, but thank you.
- I'm gonna have a little snack.
- I'm okay, thanks.
- What?
I thought...
- Morning, folks.
We just missed that storm,
so we should have you
in Cancun in two hours.
- Oh, we're getting there.
- Mm-hmm.
- Oh, God.
- Sh...
- Ow, son of a...
- Hello.
Noah.
I'm sorry.
- Jesus, you can't...
- I was just taking
a little peek.
- I'm almost done.
- Oh.
Cool. All right, yeah.
No rush.
How did you sleep last night?
- Um, I...
I didn't sleep that
great actually.
- You feeling okay?
- Yeah.
I just need to eat
something, I think.
- I think that can be arranged.
The, uh, buffet is open
for another half hour,
and we just got to be
at our bus to Tulum
by 10:00, so...
You know, Emma, I think
I'm gonna buy myself
one of those hats today.
You know, like, one of those,
uh... those Panama hats.
- Yeah.
- No.
What the fuck?
- For you.
- Thank you.
- This fell out of your purse.
- It fell out, or you
went snooping in my purse?
- Eh, is there a difference?
- Kind of, yeah, what, do you
think I'm cheating on you?
- No, but...
I don't know, are you?
- Using an old Razr?
- Okay, then what is it?
- I found that phone in
the jungle yesterday,
and it doesn't even work.
- I know, 'cause you
took out the SIM card.
Wow.
- Just make it sense, please.
- I took out the
SIM card in that
'cause I put it in this one.
This phone belonged to a kid
who went missing down
here 15 years ago.
- Oh.
- Here's what I know.
It belonged to Sam Lawford,
who was this 22-year-old
college kid from San Diego,
and on December 24, 2007,
him, and his mom, and his
dad, and his girlfriend went
to this resort called
the Oceana Vista.
Now, on Christmas night,
right, the following night,
Sam goes to bed,
everything's normal,
everything's fine.
The morning after,
December 26, 2007,
he's gone.
He completely
disappeared. Gone.
No note, no nothing.
Gone, gone, gone.
Now, later that day,
this other guest
from the resort,
Violet Thompson,
was also reported missing,
but they didn't know each other.
And the police couldn't find
a single piece of
evidence connecting them.
Are you still with me?
- I... yeah.
- Good, because before
the police get a chance
to investigate these
disappearances,
on December 27, 2007,
this once-in-a-century
hurricane comes along
and destroys the resort
after they were
reported missing.
Now here's where things start
getting really fucking crazy
because after the hurricane,
this naked dead guy
washes up on the shore,
but his body is so
badly mutilated,
his corpse is, like,
unidentifiable.
They can't figure out who it is.
They can't even determine
what it is that killed him,
but it's definitely not
Sam and clearly not Violet.
- Huh.
- Two separate missing
kids, and a dead body,
and a rogue hurricane that
wipes out all the evidence?
There's no explanation.
It's dead end after
dead end after dead end
until this,
until now.
- What are you planning
to do with all this?
- I'm gonna figure it out.
I want to get answers. I'm
gonna bring some closure.
- And what if there
are no answers?
- Well, there have to be,
because otherwise, what
is the fucking point?
- What... what is the poi...
What are you... okay, hang on.
What do you mean,
what is the point?
- Don't you miss it?
- Miss what?
- I'm starting to forget things.
Who I am.
Who we are.
I don't know. I
think I'm just tired.
- No, no, no. Wait, wait.
No, hang on, hang on, hang on.
Um...
Okay, look, um...
what we should do is
probably turn these
into the police.
- Okay, yeah.
- Right.
But what is the difference
between turning it in now
versus turning it in
right before we leave
at the end of the week?
- Yeah, it doesn't
make a difference.
- Right, so why don't we
just see where this leads us?
- Don't get your hopes too
high because there's not...
You know, there's
a couple of photos
and then there's some texts.
It's nothing substantial.
- Yet.
There's nothing substantial yet.
- I like that positive attitude.
That's gonna help us.
- All right.
This is driving me
crazy. Let me just...
- Stop.
- This kid takes a
lot of cat photos.
- Oh, my God, yeah.
He loves his cat.
And then that is Hanna.
That's the girlfriend.
- Oh.
Yeah, that is... That
is not a happy couple.
- Yeah, I mean, they have...
They have zero chemistry.
It's pathetic.
She sent him all
these apology texts.
- Oh, you don't think that
she's the one who killed him?
- No, no, I don't. I just...
I bet she's cheating on him.
- Oh.
Wait, how can you tell
that someone's cheating
just by looking at a photo?
- I can just tell.
And she's wearing
a Juicy tracksuit.
- Oh, oh, yeah, I see that.
Whoa, hey. Did you
check the trash folder?
There's tons of
deleted messages.
It looks like Sam and
Violet did know each other.
- Holy shit.
- Stay clear please.
Stay clear of the door.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, okay.
- Yep.
- We ready? Let's go, okay.
- Hello, everybody! Hello.
- Hola.
- Welcome to Oceana.
- Oh, it's pretty.
- Wow.
- Oh, it's gorgeous.
Are you good?
- Uh-huh.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah.
- You've just been
awkwardly quiet.
- Maybe a little jet lag.
- Um, hey, give me your phone.
Mine's out of battery.
We could take a selfie.
- What's a selfie?
- So what should we do first?
Hanna, you wanna hit the pool?
- Ooh, I can't wait
to get in the pool.
I have to send an
email to my professor.
- No, on Christmas Eve?
- Paper due.
- Hanna, try to enjoy yourself.
- Whoa-oh-oh!
- Let's create some memories.
- Memories of Carl and his...
- Hey!
- Sam!
Is she okay? Are you okay?
- Hey, Dad.
- What's this, Violet?
- It's your Christmas present.
- Aw.
- Hey, you look
like Indiana Jones.
- Sweet.
"Snakes, why did it
have to be snakes?"
- Hey, you gotta
work on that one.
I got you something too,
but it's in the room.
- That's okay. We
can do gifts later.
So what you got on today, Pops?
- I'm gonna swim
with the dolphins.
- Are you serious?
- Yeah, it was a good deal.
- Wait, Dad, everybody
knows that, like,
dolphins in captivity are, like,
mistreated and super depressed.
- Well, so are we all.
I thought we were each
gonna do our own thing,
but if you want to do
something together...
- No, no, no, it's fine.
You swim with the
depressed dolphins,
and I am... well, I
have a friend in Cancun,
and we're gonna meet
up halfway, so...
- Okay, well, be safe.
Have fun, but be
safe, but have fun.
- Great.
- But be safe.
- Okay, Dad.
- Do your thing.
- Okay, are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm great.
- Yeah... okay.
- I'm great.
- Sorry.
Hey!
- Ah!
- Whoa-whoa-whoa!
- Oh.
Oh, my God. Are you okay?
- Hi.
- Speed up?
- Slow the fuck down, bro!
- Okay, hang on tight!
- Ahh!
- Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
- Oh.
- Hi.
- Mr. and Mrs. Reed, welcome.
- Hey, how you doing?
- Oh, yeah.
- How was your flight?
- It was great.
- Uh, it was pretty turbulent.
- Raul!
Sorry about that.
- No.
- It's all good. We're here.
- Yeah.
- My name is Luna.
- Hi, Luna.
- And take this,
as they will get you
everything you need.
- Oh, even heroin?
- Sorry?
- She's joking.
- It was a bad joke.
Although I will
try anything twice.
- No,
no, no, no heroin.
Eh, cocktails?
- Yes, please.
- Thank you.
- Thank you, gracias.
- And smile!
Okay, ah, no.
Maybe if you come a
little bit closer, please.
Yes, that's
perfect. Thank you.
One, two, three, smile.
And what brings
you two to Akumal?
Vacation from the kids?
- Uh, no kids. That
ship has sailed.
It's our ten year anniversary.
- Ten years?
- Yeah.
- Wow. La pubertad
del matrimonio.
- Mm.
- The marriage of what?
- The puberty of marriage.
- Oh!
- Puberty of marriage.
- Okay.
La pubertad del matrimonio.
- What?
- Yes, that's right.
- Okay, all right.
- That's right.
Yes, it's when the
real love begins.
You become who you will be.
- You okay?
- Are you okay, sir?
- Yeah, yeah.
It was a mosquito.
- In your mouth?
- Yeah, in the throat.
- Oh.
- Oh.
Well, you can relax now.
You're in paradise.
No work, no stress, no regrets.
- Ahh.
There are few greater pleasures
in life than a good hotel bed.
- Yeah, or two of them.
- Look, I'm sorry.
I had to book this
on Amex points,
and all the king size
rooms were taken, so...
- Oh, that's okay.
This is great.
I like this.
- I'm just kidding. We'll
sleep together tonight.
- All inclusive.
- Yeah, unlimited
week of alcohol, yeah.
- And to adventure and gluttony.
- Yeah.
- Here's to ten years.
- The
puberty of marriage.
- Ow.
- Oh, yeah... oh, my God.
- It's okay, it's okay.
- Oops, sorry, sorry.
- It's okay.
- Were you holding your breath?
- Uh, yeah, you got
something a little...
A little stinky
going on in there.
Lazy river?
- Yeah.
- All right.
Yeah, you know, I'm at
this point in my life
where I'm not sure
if it's the jet lag
or the alcohol that's
more damaging to my brain.
- You don't have jet lag.
It's a three-hour
time difference.
- Well, I mean, but
that's what jet lag is.
It's like I travel by jet,
and now I'm lagging.
- Yeah, but then you should
feel more awake, actually.
I think your problem is that
you're just always tired.
- What do you want
to do for dinner?
- It's all been taken care of.
We don't have to
leave the resort
for any meals if
we don't want to.
- But what if we want to?
- Oh, you want to?
- Mm.
- Great, sushi at 9:00.
- You sure you're
gonna be awake?
You won't be too jet lagged?
- Oh, wow.
Such a sleep shamer.
I'll bet you... I'll
bet you 20 bucks,
American, I stay awake.
- All right, I'm ready.
I win.
- Oh, I knew that
we would be friends
when I saw you at the pool.
- Does it ever get weird with,
like, both of your
names being Ted?
- Well, our friends
call him Young Ted.
They call me Gray Ted.
- No.
They used to call me Young Ted.
Now I have more
gray than Gray Ted.
- Well, except around my pubes.
- Oh, wow!
- Too much, too much.
Sorry, we went, just went.
- Wow, so how many
years is this?
- So every seven years,
we'll pick a vacation spot
we've never been to.
- So the first time,
we went to Laos.
- Uh-huh.
- You know, by Thailand,
Southeast Asia.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- And then the next
seven years was Memphis
because Ted is a big Elvis fan.
- Guilty, so anyway, this year,
what we're doing is, we
always have a good time,
but we also spend the week
reevaluating our marriage
to see if we want
to stay married.
- Oh.
- Yeah.
- Okay, that sounds
absolutely terrifying.
- Marriage is
technically a contract.
- That's right. People
change, love changes.
Yin and yang, so why not
plan for these things
by really asking ourselves,
do we still make
each other happy?
- Oh, and do we still
surprise each other?
- You know, if we make
it through this trip,
we will be at 21 years.
- Wow, okay, and like,
what if you don't?
- Oh, we separate
and life goes on.
- Yeah, no biggie.
I get to keep the dog though.
- No, no, no, no,
Beans comes with me.
- Is the air even on?
- Full blast.
How much did you have
to drink last night?
- Hey, I have
some water. Here.
- Oh, okay, thank you.
- Oh, is she all right?
- Yeah, she gets
a little carsick.
She'll be fine.
- You good? You're
gonna do great.
Just always keep
your eyes ahead.
- Keep close!
- Let's roll out!
- Whoo!
- Noah!
- Come on!
- Ah, ah!
- Whoo!
- Ah!
Ah!
Holy shit.
- Emma?
Emma!
Emma, oh, my God.
Oh, my God, stay there!
Stay there, stay
there. Don't move.
- Pretty good, huh?
Gracias.
- God, that's so sweet.
Is there alcohol in that?
- No, because
you're on pain meds,
and you have a head injury.
- I can handle one drink.
- You sure that's a good idea?
- I can handle one drink.
- Yeah, you said
that before now,
so your repeating
yourself might be a sign
of a more serious brain injury.
- You got to stop
treating me like a baby,
or I'm gonna get a
fucking face tattoo.
- Wow, okay. Um,
you know what?
Here, knock yourself out.
- It's okay, it's okay.
- Hello, strangers.
- Hi, friends.
- How are you?
- ATV friends.
- Hi.
- Hey.
- Oh, my goodness.
How are you feeling?
- I'm okay.
- Let's see. Can I see?
- Are you okay... oh.
- Okay.
- Yeah.
- All right.
- It's gonna be fine though.
- I'll be right back.
- It wasn't funny. It hurt.
- Oh, of course, we'll be here.
- She's a lot of fun.
Nice.
Shit, I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Yeah, sorry.
Yes. Oh, my God!
Yes... yes, thank
you. Muchas gracias.
- Yeah.
Fuck.
- Who else is
buying this? Veinte.
Okay, put that there.
There we go.
Can I charge this in here?
Do you have an outlet for this?
- "Where are you?
Meet in lobby?"
The Oceana Vista.
- Hola.
- Violet Thompson.
Holy shit.
What happened to you, Sam?
- Ready?
Brutal honesty, please.
Who you texting?
- Uh, someone from school.
Oh, geez.
- Oh, Jesus. Okay, really?
- Sorry... no.
- Is it...
- I mean, it's not that bad.
Is it?
- No, no, it's good.
It's really good.
It just is... uh,
what does this mean?
- Uh, I don't know.
Doesn't mean anything, really.
I don't think everything has
to have a deeper meaning.
You know? It's just a drawing.
- Okay, maybe, but it feels
like there's a lot in it.
And you know, even if it's
just for you to know, right?
Otherwise, what's the point?
- Why does there
have to be a point?
- Okay, so then maybe
it's a commentary
on the correlation
between the American tourism
industry and gluttony?
- Yeah, okay.
- Don't worry about it.
Hey, it's so good.
It's... you're so good.
I love you.
- Love you too.
- Do you think he might be gay?
- He has a girlfriend, Carl.
- A lot of my gay friends
used to have girlfriends.
- Oh, what gay men do you know?
- Pat Cridel.
- Pat Cri...
You are such an idiot.
- Oh, what are you...
- Just stop it.
- What's wrong?
- Just admiring your cool.
Just jonesing on your cool.
Be you, buddy.
- Okay. Weird, but thank you.
- I'm gonna have a little snack.
- I'm okay, thanks.
- What?
I thought...
- Morning, folks.
We just missed that storm,
so we should have you
in Cancun in two hours.
- Oh, we're getting there.
- Mm-hmm.
- Oh, God.
- Sh...
- Ow, son of a...
- Hello.
Noah.
I'm sorry.
- Jesus, you can't...
- I was just taking
a little peek.
- I'm almost done.
- Oh.
Cool. All right, yeah.
No rush.
How did you sleep last night?
- Um, I...
I didn't sleep that
great actually.
- You feeling okay?
- Yeah.
I just need to eat
something, I think.
- I think that can be arranged.
The, uh, buffet is open
for another half hour,
and we just got to be
at our bus to Tulum
by 10:00, so...
You know, Emma, I think
I'm gonna buy myself
one of those hats today.
You know, like, one of those,
uh... those Panama hats.
- Yeah.
- No.
What the fuck?
- For you.
- Thank you.
- This fell out of your purse.
- It fell out, or you
went snooping in my purse?
- Eh, is there a difference?
- Kind of, yeah, what, do you
think I'm cheating on you?
- No, but...
I don't know, are you?
- Using an old Razr?
- Okay, then what is it?
- I found that phone in
the jungle yesterday,
and it doesn't even work.
- I know, 'cause you
took out the SIM card.
Wow.
- Just make it sense, please.
- I took out the
SIM card in that
'cause I put it in this one.
This phone belonged to a kid
who went missing down
here 15 years ago.
- Oh.
- Here's what I know.
It belonged to Sam Lawford,
who was this 22-year-old
college kid from San Diego,
and on December 24, 2007,
him, and his mom, and his
dad, and his girlfriend went
to this resort called
the Oceana Vista.
Now, on Christmas night,
right, the following night,
Sam goes to bed,
everything's normal,
everything's fine.
The morning after,
December 26, 2007,
he's gone.
He completely
disappeared. Gone.
No note, no nothing.
Gone, gone, gone.
Now, later that day,
this other guest
from the resort,
Violet Thompson,
was also reported missing,
but they didn't know each other.
And the police couldn't find
a single piece of
evidence connecting them.
Are you still with me?
- I... yeah.
- Good, because before
the police get a chance
to investigate these
disappearances,
on December 27, 2007,
this once-in-a-century
hurricane comes along
and destroys the resort
after they were
reported missing.
Now here's where things start
getting really fucking crazy
because after the hurricane,
this naked dead guy
washes up on the shore,
but his body is so
badly mutilated,
his corpse is, like,
unidentifiable.
They can't figure out who it is.
They can't even determine
what it is that killed him,
but it's definitely not
Sam and clearly not Violet.
- Huh.
- Two separate missing
kids, and a dead body,
and a rogue hurricane that
wipes out all the evidence?
There's no explanation.
It's dead end after
dead end after dead end
until this,
until now.
- What are you planning
to do with all this?
- I'm gonna figure it out.
I want to get answers. I'm
gonna bring some closure.
- And what if there
are no answers?
- Well, there have to be,
because otherwise, what
is the fucking point?
- What... what is the poi...
What are you... okay, hang on.
What do you mean,
what is the point?
- Don't you miss it?
- Miss what?
- I'm starting to forget things.
Who I am.
Who we are.
I don't know. I
think I'm just tired.
- No, no, no. Wait, wait.
No, hang on, hang on, hang on.
Um...
Okay, look, um...
what we should do is
probably turn these
into the police.
- Okay, yeah.
- Right.
But what is the difference
between turning it in now
versus turning it in
right before we leave
at the end of the week?
- Yeah, it doesn't
make a difference.
- Right, so why don't we
just see where this leads us?
- Don't get your hopes too
high because there's not...
You know, there's
a couple of photos
and then there's some texts.
It's nothing substantial.
- Yet.
There's nothing substantial yet.
- I like that positive attitude.
That's gonna help us.
- All right.
This is driving me
crazy. Let me just...
- Stop.
- This kid takes a
lot of cat photos.
- Oh, my God, yeah.
He loves his cat.
And then that is Hanna.
That's the girlfriend.
- Oh.
Yeah, that is... That
is not a happy couple.
- Yeah, I mean, they have...
They have zero chemistry.
It's pathetic.
She sent him all
these apology texts.
- Oh, you don't think that
she's the one who killed him?
- No, no, I don't. I just...
I bet she's cheating on him.
- Oh.
Wait, how can you tell
that someone's cheating
just by looking at a photo?
- I can just tell.
And she's wearing
a Juicy tracksuit.
- Oh, oh, yeah, I see that.
Whoa, hey. Did you
check the trash folder?
There's tons of
deleted messages.
It looks like Sam and
Violet did know each other.
- Holy shit.
- Stay clear please.
Stay clear of the door.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, okay.
- Yep.
- We ready? Let's go, okay.
- Hello, everybody! Hello.
- Hola.
- Welcome to Oceana.
- Oh, it's pretty.
- Wow.
- Oh, it's gorgeous.
Are you good?
- Uh-huh.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah.
- You've just been
awkwardly quiet.
- Maybe a little jet lag.
- Um, hey, give me your phone.
Mine's out of battery.
We could take a selfie.
- What's a selfie?
- So what should we do first?
Hanna, you wanna hit the pool?
- Ooh, I can't wait
to get in the pool.
I have to send an
email to my professor.
- No, on Christmas Eve?
- Paper due.
- Hanna, try to enjoy yourself.
- Whoa-oh-oh!
- Let's create some memories.
- Memories of Carl and his...
- Hey!
- Sam!
Is she okay? Are you okay?
- Hey, Dad.
- What's this, Violet?
- It's your Christmas present.
- Aw.
- Hey, you look
like Indiana Jones.
- Sweet.
"Snakes, why did it
have to be snakes?"
- Hey, you gotta
work on that one.
I got you something too,
but it's in the room.
- That's okay. We
can do gifts later.
So what you got on today, Pops?
- I'm gonna swim
with the dolphins.
- Are you serious?
- Yeah, it was a good deal.
- Wait, Dad, everybody
knows that, like,
dolphins in captivity are, like,
mistreated and super depressed.
- Well, so are we all.
I thought we were each
gonna do our own thing,
but if you want to do
something together...
- No, no, no, it's fine.
You swim with the
depressed dolphins,
and I am... well, I
have a friend in Cancun,
and we're gonna meet
up halfway, so...
- Okay, well, be safe.
Have fun, but be
safe, but have fun.
- Great.
- But be safe.
- Okay, Dad.
- Do your thing.
- Okay, are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm great.
- Yeah... okay.
- I'm great.
- Sorry.
Hey!
- Ah!
- Whoa-whoa-whoa!
- Oh.
Oh, my God. Are you okay?
- Hi.