The Resort (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Episode #1.2 - full transcript
- Wait up, I'm coming!
- Let's go!
- No.
- Don't be lame, Emma.
- Keep your bra on.
- Come on!
- No, no.
- 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.
- 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.
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.
- Thank you.
A hot turdy.
- Hot turdy.
- Hot turdy for
the dirty turkeys.
- 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...
- Opened his mouth,
got a turd in there.
- She was like,
"Oh, manatees, ahh!"
- 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.
Okay, let's go.
- Ah!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Ah!
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?
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.
- 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.
- Just to put it on your radar.
- Good?
- Good.
- Okay.
Let me just...
Oh. 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.
- 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...
Oh, you're not kidding?
- No.
It's sturdier than stitches.
- Okay, have you
done that before, or?
- No. 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.
- Just gonna pinch her shut.
- Ooh.
I'm Violet.
- I'm Sam.
- Good start.
Sorry if this ruined your plans.
- Yeah, it did,
but um, it's fine.
- 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.
- I don't know why
I said it like that.
Okay.
- Thank you.
- Thanks.
- Bye.
- Shit, where'd
my skateboard go?
- 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.
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.
- 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."
- 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.
- 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?
- 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
- Punta Venado.
Punta Venado.
- 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?
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...
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.
- You ready?
- Yeah.
All right.
- 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.
- 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?
- Mm.
- 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?
- Um...
I... I don't know.
Ooh.
- 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.
- 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... 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.
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.
Give him the thing.
- Yeah, this is... yeah.
Yeah, thanks.
- Pleasure.
- 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 fuck?
- What the...
Look at... that guy
just took our picture.
- Which guy?
- That guy.
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.
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.
- 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.
Estoy caliente.
What the
fuck does this guy want?
- Oh, yeah, let me just...
Oh, shit.
Oh, my God.
Pick up your phone.
Pick up your phone.
Pick up your phone.
- 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!
- Oh!
- Whoo!
- What the hell
is even happening?
- I feel alive!
- What?
- 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.
- 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! Let's go.
Okay, gracias.
Mr. and Mrs. Reed! So
good to see you again.
So how do you like the...
- Is that you?
- Sorry?
- That's you, right?
- No, I don't
think so. Okay, no.
No, no.
- 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.
- 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!
- Mmm.
- All right!
- I don't know though.
I think you should...
- You think you can
keep the fuck up?
- Be careful.
She will get herself killed.
Or maybe you.
Bien.
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.
I got it.
- All right, well, look.
Just in case he's on his way
back up here to kill us...
Happy anniversary.
- What?
- Happy Anniversary!
- No.
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.
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?
- Okay, so we just have to match
this photo to his room,
which is yellow, right?
You should let me
keep the phone.
- No.
- For your own good.
Do you like your life?
- What kind of question is that?
- I like my life...
The fish, the boat.
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.
- 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.
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!
I swear, this was easier
when you guys brought it in.
Yeah, just... there you go.
Once we get it rollin'...
You need anything?
- I'm okay.
- I, um...
- 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!
- I
belly-flopped so bad!
I belly-flopped.
- Jesus, I'm like a manatee.
Oh, man. There's so much
weird, like, smeg in here.
- Ew.
- Come on.
- Wait, I can just make it.
- There you go.
- Whoo.
- Whoo.
- Baltasar.
- Let's go!
- No.
- Don't be lame, Emma.
- Keep your bra on.
- Come on!
- No, no.
- 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.
- 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.
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.
- Thank you.
A hot turdy.
- Hot turdy.
- Hot turdy for
the dirty turkeys.
- 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...
- Opened his mouth,
got a turd in there.
- She was like,
"Oh, manatees, ahh!"
- 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.
Okay, let's go.
- Ah!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Ah!
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?
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.
- 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.
- Just to put it on your radar.
- Good?
- Good.
- Okay.
Let me just...
Oh. 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.
- 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...
Oh, you're not kidding?
- No.
It's sturdier than stitches.
- Okay, have you
done that before, or?
- No. 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.
- Just gonna pinch her shut.
- Ooh.
I'm Violet.
- I'm Sam.
- Good start.
Sorry if this ruined your plans.
- Yeah, it did,
but um, it's fine.
- 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.
- I don't know why
I said it like that.
Okay.
- Thank you.
- Thanks.
- Bye.
- Shit, where'd
my skateboard go?
- 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.
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.
- 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."
- 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.
- 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?
- 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
- Punta Venado.
Punta Venado.
- 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?
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...
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.
- You ready?
- Yeah.
All right.
- 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.
- 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?
- Mm.
- 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?
- Um...
I... I don't know.
Ooh.
- 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.
- 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... 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.
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.
Give him the thing.
- Yeah, this is... yeah.
Yeah, thanks.
- Pleasure.
- 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 fuck?
- What the...
Look at... that guy
just took our picture.
- Which guy?
- That guy.
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.
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.
- 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.
Estoy caliente.
What the
fuck does this guy want?
- Oh, yeah, let me just...
Oh, shit.
Oh, my God.
Pick up your phone.
Pick up your phone.
Pick up your phone.
- 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!
- Oh!
- Whoo!
- What the hell
is even happening?
- I feel alive!
- What?
- 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.
- 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! Let's go.
Okay, gracias.
Mr. and Mrs. Reed! So
good to see you again.
So how do you like the...
- Is that you?
- Sorry?
- That's you, right?
- No, I don't
think so. Okay, no.
No, no.
- 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.
- 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!
- Mmm.
- All right!
- I don't know though.
I think you should...
- You think you can
keep the fuck up?
- Be careful.
She will get herself killed.
Or maybe you.
Bien.
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.
I got it.
- All right, well, look.
Just in case he's on his way
back up here to kill us...
Happy anniversary.
- What?
- Happy Anniversary!
- No.
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.
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?
- Okay, so we just have to match
this photo to his room,
which is yellow, right?
You should let me
keep the phone.
- No.
- For your own good.
Do you like your life?
- What kind of question is that?
- I like my life...
The fish, the boat.
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.
- 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.
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!
I swear, this was easier
when you guys brought it in.
Yeah, just... there you go.
Once we get it rollin'...
You need anything?
- I'm okay.
- I, um...
- 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!
- I
belly-flopped so bad!
I belly-flopped.
- Jesus, I'm like a manatee.
Oh, man. There's so much
weird, like, smeg in here.
- Ew.
- Come on.
- Wait, I can just make it.
- There you go.
- Whoo.
- Whoo.
- Baltasar.