The Resort (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - Episode #1.5 - full transcript
- Previously on "The Resort"...
- What is "Pasaje"?
- It must have been important
once 'cause it's right there.
- Who's Illán Iberra?
- This mural is my attempt
to preserve my memories.
- Holy shit.
- Oh, shit.
- What did you do, Alex?
- What did I do?
- What did you do?
- Well, what did I do?
Tell me what the fuck I did!
This isn't the end.
The second half is
a heartbreaker, man.
Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.
- Baltasar, my memory detective,
things are crumbling fast.
I don't know when I
am or when you are.
Uh...
God, I hope I'm not far off.
- Alexander Vasilakis.
Where did you come up
with such a stupid fucking name?
Oceana, Oceana.
Ugh.
Size 30.
Ha!
- What the fuck was that?
- I think we should
make a run for it.
- What about my pants?
- Fuck your pants.
- Okay, but they're
my only pair.
- Come on.
- Oh, shit.
- Okay.
- Oh, shit.
- Come on.
- Where do you
think you're going?
- Fuck.
- I think he's painting us.
- Oh, chill out.
Stop moving your leg.
It's making me nervous.
- I can't.
He smells weird, right?
I can't put my finger on it.
It's like a mix of blue
cheese and patchouli.
- Oh, my God, I think
I'm gonna vomit.
- Please try not to,
because if you vomit,
I'm gonna vomit, and
if we both start...
- Stop talking.
- As you can see,
my investigation
is way more complex and serious
than that useless Silverio.
And, first of all, I want to say
I'm sorry for this
ridiculous location,
but the resort's business
center is booked,
so their daycare
center will have to do.
- You have everything.
- Oh, yeah, I did my homework.
So the first question
we need to solve is,
how were you in a painting
that a man with some kind
of amnesia did 15 years ago?
- Yeah. Where do we start?
- Let's start with Sam's phone.
Do you remember
anything from it?
- You know, I don't
think, besides that photo,
there was much that
was substantial
because there was
flirty texts...
- Mm-hmm.
- There were some cat photos.
- Yeah... oh, and the head.
Sam had some kind
of head injury.
- There was some
skateboarding incident.
- Right, and I think that...
We think that his girlfriend
was cheating on him.
- Hm.
- Mm...
Do you recall seeing a picture
of a penis on his phone?
- No, no, no.
I think we would've remembered
something like that.
- Yeah.
- Hm, Sam was looking
a picture of a penis
on his plane over on...
I really believe it
actually belonged to a man
that his girlfriend
was sleeping with.
- I knew it.
- All right, all right.
- Juicy tracksuit...
- All right, all right.
- Like I said.
- You know, I believe that
this entire thing began
with a picture of a penis.
- Sorry, I'm 12, okay?
- Where did you find the phone?
- In the jungle. I
was on an ATV tour.
The trail of the Naranjal.
- Can I see it?
- Yeah.
- How did you find it?
- My ATV crashed, and
I fell down this hill.
And then I landed next to it.
- Did you find
anything else there?
You did search the
area for more evidence.
- Oh, well, we were going to...
- Well, I mean that
makes sense to do...
- After Silverio's...
- I think.
- But we just thought...
- God!
Oh, my God, you suck!
You're horrible detectives.
- Whoa, whoa, okay.
- Oh, my God!
- All right, okay, fine, yeah,
but I mean, it's highly
unlikely that anything's
gonna be out there
15 years later.
- Yeah, is it? Is it really?
Is it really that
hard to believe,
a shoe, a fucking condom.
It's plastic, man. That's
gonna be there forever.
- Okay, we'll go
back there tomorrow.
- Okay, let's... let's move on.
Let's move on.
We know what was on the phone.
And we know where
and how you found it.
But now we need to figure
out why you found it.
- I don't really
think there is a why.
- Oh, no, there's always a why.
And in order to understand why,
I really need to
know you guys better.
Who are you two, hm?
Alex always said, "Answers
are in our memories."
- Sam, there's a sword.
- What?
- Go get the sword.
- The sword?
- We could, like,
sneak attack him.
And then we could,
like, make a run for it.
- You want to play
with my sword?
"There is an egoless letting go
that transcends the
attachment to life or death."
What do you think
that means, guys?
So what are you
doing in my room?
- We were just trying to get
my skateboard back, that's all.
- Seems like you're
trying to do a little bit
of a fuck and steal.
- The what?
- A fuck and st...
- You're trying to rob me.
- We weren't trying to rob you.
- No!
What are you doing in my resort?
- I'm on a vacation
with my family.
- Yeah, no, same.
My dad's, like, a
really intimidating guy.
And he's probably
looking for me right now.
- Yeah.
- So I should really get going.
- Yeah, I doubt that. Listen,
what do you like
about this place?
- I mean, you have
a wonderful resort.
- We love it.
- You do?
- We really do.
- Mm-hmm.
- Yep, it's...
- Tell me what
you like about it,
and I'll let you go.
- Oh, the food.
- I was gonna say the food.
- The food, right?
- Drinks.
- You guys, don't
fucking lie to me.
The food sucks.
- Oh, it's...
- I know it does.
- It's awful.
But honestly...
- It's not great.
- Your drinks are good.
- Okay, whatever.
But what do you love about it?
- I met her.
- And you guys like each other?
Of course you do.
I smelled precum
in your GAP jeans.
- Gross, man.
- Yeah.
- Come on.
- I just wish I could
be young like you
and fall in love again.
Back to business.
People have been
stealing from me.
So I'm gonna need you
both to cough it up,
unload your bags, your
purse, whatever you got.
Come on.
- Yeah.
- Okay, let's see.
Who's Hanna?
Should we send her a pic?
- Please don't.
- Yeah.
Come on.
Get closer together.
Say, "breaking and entering."
Yes, I don't want
to forget that.
This will be useful someday.
All right, let's see in the bag.
- You know, there's
nothing in my bag.
- Well, it looks like there's
tons of shit in your bag.
- It's my shit.
It's not your shit.
- Could be.
- What are you...
Great.
- What is this?
- We didn't steal anything.
Can I just have that back?
- What?
- No, I'm just scared!
- It's a condition
called tempus exhaurire.
- What is Pasaje?
- Where did you get this?
- I need to know everything,
partials and particulars.
Like, how long have
you been together?
- Well, why does that matter?
- Yeah.
- Just, how long have
you been together?
It's a simple question, no?
- Yeah, okay, we've been
married for ten years.
And we met 15 years ago.
- Sam and Violet met
15 years ago too.
Where did you guys meet?
What did you feel the first
time you saw each other?
- Why is that relevant?
- Okay.
Okay, lady, I'm gonna
show you something.
You are in a fucking
painting from 15 years ago.
So as far as I'm concerned,
everything is equally
relevant and irrelevant.
- So you want to share
something with me?
Oh, my God. Okay,
I'm gonna go first.
My name is Baltasar Frías.
I was born in 1975.
My mother says I was
born with this dexterity
that was gonna bring the
Frías into the future.
So when I was ten years old,
I was already sewing the
yellow snake onto garments
for the most rich
and horrible people
in my country.
And that left me pretty
fucking depressed.
And that year, my father,
who was also my best friend,
died unexpectedly.
And then, because of this
horrible incident caused
by this terrible detective
novel called "El Espejo,"
I realized I could
no longer be a Frías.
So I ran away, and I was adrift
until I found this strange
and sweet man called Alex
who saw in me...
me.
So you see, every single point,
every single turn in my life,
was significant because
it brought me here, now,
in front of you two.
So please just tell me,
how did you guys meet?
- Yeah, okay, I'll bite.
We met at a bonfire
in Huntington Beach.
And we pretty much hit
it off right off the bat.
- Did you fuck that first night?
- Whoa, okay.
- What?
- It's a simple question.
- Hey.
- It's a simple question.
Does it make you uncomfortable
to talk about your
sexual activity?
- Yes.
It does, with you.
- Oh.
- 'Cause we just met.
- Yeah, and I just put
my whole heart and soul
onto a platter for you.
- You share too much.
- Okay.
Okay, okay, okay, okay,
whatever, whatever.
We hooked up.
- How was it?
- No, I... okay.
- I mean, we're still together.
- Yeah.
- So do the math.
- How many times did you
do it that first night?
- It's fucking ridiculous.
- Wait!
- I'm just trying
to break the ice.
I'm just trying to
break the ice, okay?
- Four times, four times.
- Noah, Noah.
- I... yeah, I...
- That's my record too.
- What are you doing?
- I'm on vacation.
I don't know.
- Okay, let's move on.
And then what? Then
you fall in love.
You get married.
What has been the highest point
in your marriage so far?
- Well, I'd say the marriage.
The marriage... the wedding.
The wedding was... It
was pretty special.
- Yeah.
- What about the lowest point?
- We were really broke
when we first got married
because I didn't have a job,
and we had a lot of
financial stress.
And we got through it.
- Financial stress?
- That was the lowest point?
- You wouldn't understand that.
You were born rich.
- Ouch.
Yeah, it's very
expensive to survive.
Can we get back to the phone?
- Yeah, sure.
Let's go back to the phone.
Why didn't you turn in
the phone to the police
when you found it?
- Now I'm thinking
that I should have.
- Yeah, yeah, I'm with her.
I mean, we're just, you
know, just trying to help.
- Do you like to help her?
- Yeah, yeah, of course.
- Did she ask you for your help?
- She... mm.
- I wanted your help.
- Did you, really?
- Yeah.
Yeah, I did.
- Hm. It's getting tense, no?
- Okay, that's
enough for tonight.
- No, no, no, no, no,
just one more question.
Emma, you said you
fell off your ATV,
and then you landed, no?
What did you feel when
you first saw the phone?
- I was confused,
and then I was like,
why is there an
old phone out here?
- Anything else? You
felt any other emotion?
- No.
- Nothing?
- No, nothing.
- Wow.
I was wrong.
I thought Noah was
gonna be tough,
but you are a fortress.
- Thank you.
- Why is this your
mystery to solve?
- Why is it yours?
- I ask you first.
I just... I'm trying to
find, you know, closure.
I'm trying to bring
closure to these parents.
- What did you lose?
- There's a reason I'm
asking these questions.
Every single person
in this lost something
or someone they loved.
And then they all ended
up in the Oceana Vista.
You know, they lost
a fucking skateboard,
a family member,
memory, a home, a phone.
Can't you see that? Loss
is the common denominator.
- Well, I don't know
what to tell you.
Everyone loses something
that they love at some point.
- Yeah, but did you know
that Violet lost her mother
one year before she disappeared?
- No, I didn't.
- I know that look in your eyes.
I recognized it the
minute I met you.
What did you lose?
Do you really want to
go with him tomorrow?
- Yeah, yeah, I do.
Why, do you not?
- I saw Sam and Violet's
parents' phone numbers
in one of the binders.
And I think that, you
know, yeah, we can go.
And if we don't see
anything, which I don't think
that we're going to,
and we can just
put it behind us,
I think, you know,
and call them.
- Okay, yeah, I guess, yeah.
Hey, are you doing all right?
- Yeah.
Are you?
- Yeah, yeah, no, I'm fine.
I just... I guess I just hadn't
thought about it in a while.
- Yeah.
- What are you doing?
- Who the fuck are you?
And are you fucking with me?
- What are you talking about?
- This book is about me.
- No, it isn't.
- I am Alejandro.
I am in this book.
My name is Alex.
Look at this, "Alejandro
woke up on the beach.
"And he witnessed the
beginning of the end.
"With his retirement
came an unruly beard
"and an unpleasant gut,
but little did he know
"that his retirement
would be short-lived.
"And what you will
soon find out is
"that his next investigation
will truly be his last.
"It will lead our
disappointed detective
"into a hole deep in the ground,
"deep in the jungle.
Alejandro will reach
the end of the line."
I'm Alejandro.
This is about me.
- Because you also have a beard?
- No, it's not because
I have a beard.
You don't understand.
- You're psychotic.
- "Alejandro wanted to
go back, back to a time
"before he could find
himself failed as a lover,
"as a father, as a
brother, as a friend,
"back to before the cosmic fear
that mistakenly
wrenched all things..."
- Dude, you're just
reading the book.
- "Into sour existence.
'I am tired of
suffering, ' he cried."
I am suffering.
"And with his final, pitiful
whimper into oblivion,
"Alejandro pulled himself
"into the cold glow...
of Pasaje, a room
outside of time."
"Vi, meet me here. Love, Mom."
You see your mom in there?
- What are you talking about?
- You found Pasaje?
- What is this?
- It's just the directions
to the author's house.
- I got to go see that guy.
- You guys can stay or not stay.
I don't really give a shit.
- You can't take my book.
- Wait, what's
going on? Holy shit!
- You're welcome to join, but
the book's coming with me.
- What? No!
- If you do, lift your legs
before you hit the ground,
or you might break them.
Sayonara, fuckers.
- No, wait!
Come back!
- Do we follow him?
- What the fuck's a "Pasaje"?
- You know, it'd be really
good to get our phones back,
just to check in
with our parents,
so they don't think
we've been kidnapped.
- No mames.
You'd tell your parents that
I actually did kidnap you.
Come on.
- Hey, do you mind just
keeping your eyes on the road?
I could read the book for you.
- These fucking guys.
You two have been a
couple a while, right?
- What?
- I can always tell.
You have a history between
you, and a chemistry.
You know, after
time, it fizzles out,
just completely dissolves.
And all that's left is
bitterness, name-calling,
bad sex, so, so much regret.
Yeah, I was in love once.
I was.
- What happened?
- Hey!
- Whoa!
Whoa, Alex, Alex!
- Brakes, brakes, brakes!
- Let's get some fruit.
- Fruit?
- Over here!
I think I found a clue.
Is it here?
- Oh, yeah.
Yeah, this is where I crashed.
- So, what, now we walk around
to try to find some bones?
- Good idea. Let's
split in pairs.
You and Noah, you
go follow the trail.
And Emma and I, we
will go down the hill.
- Or, Noah, you and I can go,
and then you guys can...
- No, no, that's okay.
I can go with Luna.
- Okay.
- Okay.
- I am pretty sure
it was here.
- Here?
You have the original
phone, right?
- Yes.
- Mm-hmm.
Put it where it was.
- Okay.
Um...
I was there, I think.
- Are you sure it
wasn't, like, there?
Try to be specific.
- Okay, it was, uh...
- Good!
- It was right there.
- Good, and where were
you when you saw it?
- Uh, here-ish.
- Mm-hmm.
Yeah, you were laying down, no?
- This guy's fucking nuts.
- Looks like an alien.
- What the fuck is going on?
- What do we do? Do
we try to ditch him?
- He has my book.
- Shit.
- And he has our phones.
- That's right.
I'm really sorry about your mom.
- Thanks, me too.
- What the
fuck is going on?
- She was really
sick for a while.
For whatever reason, the
last couple of weeks,
I couldn't get myself
to step foot in her room
to say goodbye to her.
I don't know. Maybe
I was just scared
to remember her
like that, or maybe,
it was just easier to not go in.
It's pretty fucked up.
- I don't think so.
- I wish I asked
her more questions.
- Sorry about last night.
Baltasar means well,
but he doesn't know
when to back off.
- Well, yeah, I mean, he
wasn't totally off base.
Emma and I actually lost a kid.
- Oh, no.
- A baby girl.
- I'm so sorry.
- No, no, no, it's fine.
It's fine.
- Let's try to
focus on the memory.
Let's try...
- This is so stupid.
- Mm.
- I don't understand
how this is helpful.
- I think you do.
- Okay.
- Don't you feel something
deeper happening?
For some reason,
this is the place
where your life intersected
with Sam's and Violet's.
Is it a completely
random coincidence?
Maybe, maybe not, hm?
- You're suggesting I was
meant to find the phone.
- I'm not suggesting anything.
I'm just saying that
every single moment
in your life led to this point.
There are no isolated moments.
They are all significant,
even if you don't
think that way.
- Okay.
- Good.
Now, maybe if...
you allow yourself
to remember...
- Mm-hmm.
- You might learn something new.
- About what?
- About you.
Let's go back to
the exact moment.
What did you feel when
you opened your eyes?
- Yeah, the baby made it
about an hour, 63 minutes.
And Emma never got to meet her.
I mean, I got this memory
of this beautiful, perfect,
pudgy little face,
and Emma doesn't.
And that seems cruel.
- What do you want, Emma, hm?
- Nothing.
- What do you need?
- I'm fine.
- What are you hoping to find?
- I don't think this is working.
- Sorry I scared you. I
scare myself sometimes.
Listen, I think I
remember what I'm supposed
to remember right now.
And it's... I'm starting
to understand everything.
Thank you for that book.
It has shed a light
on a lot of things.
And I think there's still
time that I can help.
So...
- Help what?
- Help you.
Do not go to Pasaje.
- What?
- Turn around, go home.
- What are you talking about?
- Fly, children.
- Where are you going?
- Fly where?
- Go!
- What... go where?
- Go home!
- He took our phones.
- Baltasar, my memory detective,
things are crumbling fast.
I don't know when I
am or when you are.
- Okay, this is clearly
not an ATV trail, so...
- Should we just go back?
- Yeah, let's go back.
- Yeah, let's go back.
- God, I hope I'm not far off.
- And after Alex died,
I just left and
never looked back.
But here I am again. Ha!
- Violet and... Swimmy?
Whatever. He had a
forgettable name.
They went to find Illán Iberra.
Pasaje.
God, I hope they didn't.
- Yeah, it's weird how
everything just comes
back around again and again.
- Anyway, I'm sure
I'll see you soon,
and you won't know
what I'm talking about.
- What the hell? Emma!
What happened?
- Nothing.
- Oh, my... Noah!
- Are you okay?
Noah!
Are you okay?
Holy shit.
- No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no.
- Shit.
Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.
- What is "Pasaje"?
- It must have been important
once 'cause it's right there.
- Who's Illán Iberra?
- This mural is my attempt
to preserve my memories.
- Holy shit.
- Oh, shit.
- What did you do, Alex?
- What did I do?
- What did you do?
- Well, what did I do?
Tell me what the fuck I did!
This isn't the end.
The second half is
a heartbreaker, man.
Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.
- Baltasar, my memory detective,
things are crumbling fast.
I don't know when I
am or when you are.
Uh...
God, I hope I'm not far off.
- Alexander Vasilakis.
Where did you come up
with such a stupid fucking name?
Oceana, Oceana.
Ugh.
Size 30.
Ha!
- What the fuck was that?
- I think we should
make a run for it.
- What about my pants?
- Fuck your pants.
- Okay, but they're
my only pair.
- Come on.
- Oh, shit.
- Okay.
- Oh, shit.
- Come on.
- Where do you
think you're going?
- Fuck.
- I think he's painting us.
- Oh, chill out.
Stop moving your leg.
It's making me nervous.
- I can't.
He smells weird, right?
I can't put my finger on it.
It's like a mix of blue
cheese and patchouli.
- Oh, my God, I think
I'm gonna vomit.
- Please try not to,
because if you vomit,
I'm gonna vomit, and
if we both start...
- Stop talking.
- As you can see,
my investigation
is way more complex and serious
than that useless Silverio.
And, first of all, I want to say
I'm sorry for this
ridiculous location,
but the resort's business
center is booked,
so their daycare
center will have to do.
- You have everything.
- Oh, yeah, I did my homework.
So the first question
we need to solve is,
how were you in a painting
that a man with some kind
of amnesia did 15 years ago?
- Yeah. Where do we start?
- Let's start with Sam's phone.
Do you remember
anything from it?
- You know, I don't
think, besides that photo,
there was much that
was substantial
because there was
flirty texts...
- Mm-hmm.
- There were some cat photos.
- Yeah... oh, and the head.
Sam had some kind
of head injury.
- There was some
skateboarding incident.
- Right, and I think that...
We think that his girlfriend
was cheating on him.
- Hm.
- Mm...
Do you recall seeing a picture
of a penis on his phone?
- No, no, no.
I think we would've remembered
something like that.
- Yeah.
- Hm, Sam was looking
a picture of a penis
on his plane over on...
I really believe it
actually belonged to a man
that his girlfriend
was sleeping with.
- I knew it.
- All right, all right.
- Juicy tracksuit...
- All right, all right.
- Like I said.
- You know, I believe that
this entire thing began
with a picture of a penis.
- Sorry, I'm 12, okay?
- Where did you find the phone?
- In the jungle. I
was on an ATV tour.
The trail of the Naranjal.
- Can I see it?
- Yeah.
- How did you find it?
- My ATV crashed, and
I fell down this hill.
And then I landed next to it.
- Did you find
anything else there?
You did search the
area for more evidence.
- Oh, well, we were going to...
- Well, I mean that
makes sense to do...
- After Silverio's...
- I think.
- But we just thought...
- God!
Oh, my God, you suck!
You're horrible detectives.
- Whoa, whoa, okay.
- Oh, my God!
- All right, okay, fine, yeah,
but I mean, it's highly
unlikely that anything's
gonna be out there
15 years later.
- Yeah, is it? Is it really?
Is it really that
hard to believe,
a shoe, a fucking condom.
It's plastic, man. That's
gonna be there forever.
- Okay, we'll go
back there tomorrow.
- Okay, let's... let's move on.
Let's move on.
We know what was on the phone.
And we know where
and how you found it.
But now we need to figure
out why you found it.
- I don't really
think there is a why.
- Oh, no, there's always a why.
And in order to understand why,
I really need to
know you guys better.
Who are you two, hm?
Alex always said, "Answers
are in our memories."
- Sam, there's a sword.
- What?
- Go get the sword.
- The sword?
- We could, like,
sneak attack him.
And then we could,
like, make a run for it.
- You want to play
with my sword?
"There is an egoless letting go
that transcends the
attachment to life or death."
What do you think
that means, guys?
So what are you
doing in my room?
- We were just trying to get
my skateboard back, that's all.
- Seems like you're
trying to do a little bit
of a fuck and steal.
- The what?
- A fuck and st...
- You're trying to rob me.
- We weren't trying to rob you.
- No!
What are you doing in my resort?
- I'm on a vacation
with my family.
- Yeah, no, same.
My dad's, like, a
really intimidating guy.
And he's probably
looking for me right now.
- Yeah.
- So I should really get going.
- Yeah, I doubt that. Listen,
what do you like
about this place?
- I mean, you have
a wonderful resort.
- We love it.
- You do?
- We really do.
- Mm-hmm.
- Yep, it's...
- Tell me what
you like about it,
and I'll let you go.
- Oh, the food.
- I was gonna say the food.
- The food, right?
- Drinks.
- You guys, don't
fucking lie to me.
The food sucks.
- Oh, it's...
- I know it does.
- It's awful.
But honestly...
- It's not great.
- Your drinks are good.
- Okay, whatever.
But what do you love about it?
- I met her.
- And you guys like each other?
Of course you do.
I smelled precum
in your GAP jeans.
- Gross, man.
- Yeah.
- Come on.
- I just wish I could
be young like you
and fall in love again.
Back to business.
People have been
stealing from me.
So I'm gonna need you
both to cough it up,
unload your bags, your
purse, whatever you got.
Come on.
- Yeah.
- Okay, let's see.
Who's Hanna?
Should we send her a pic?
- Please don't.
- Yeah.
Come on.
Get closer together.
Say, "breaking and entering."
Yes, I don't want
to forget that.
This will be useful someday.
All right, let's see in the bag.
- You know, there's
nothing in my bag.
- Well, it looks like there's
tons of shit in your bag.
- It's my shit.
It's not your shit.
- Could be.
- What are you...
Great.
- What is this?
- We didn't steal anything.
Can I just have that back?
- What?
- No, I'm just scared!
- It's a condition
called tempus exhaurire.
- What is Pasaje?
- Where did you get this?
- I need to know everything,
partials and particulars.
Like, how long have
you been together?
- Well, why does that matter?
- Yeah.
- Just, how long have
you been together?
It's a simple question, no?
- Yeah, okay, we've been
married for ten years.
And we met 15 years ago.
- Sam and Violet met
15 years ago too.
Where did you guys meet?
What did you feel the first
time you saw each other?
- Why is that relevant?
- Okay.
Okay, lady, I'm gonna
show you something.
You are in a fucking
painting from 15 years ago.
So as far as I'm concerned,
everything is equally
relevant and irrelevant.
- So you want to share
something with me?
Oh, my God. Okay,
I'm gonna go first.
My name is Baltasar Frías.
I was born in 1975.
My mother says I was
born with this dexterity
that was gonna bring the
Frías into the future.
So when I was ten years old,
I was already sewing the
yellow snake onto garments
for the most rich
and horrible people
in my country.
And that left me pretty
fucking depressed.
And that year, my father,
who was also my best friend,
died unexpectedly.
And then, because of this
horrible incident caused
by this terrible detective
novel called "El Espejo,"
I realized I could
no longer be a Frías.
So I ran away, and I was adrift
until I found this strange
and sweet man called Alex
who saw in me...
me.
So you see, every single point,
every single turn in my life,
was significant because
it brought me here, now,
in front of you two.
So please just tell me,
how did you guys meet?
- Yeah, okay, I'll bite.
We met at a bonfire
in Huntington Beach.
And we pretty much hit
it off right off the bat.
- Did you fuck that first night?
- Whoa, okay.
- What?
- It's a simple question.
- Hey.
- It's a simple question.
Does it make you uncomfortable
to talk about your
sexual activity?
- Yes.
It does, with you.
- Oh.
- 'Cause we just met.
- Yeah, and I just put
my whole heart and soul
onto a platter for you.
- You share too much.
- Okay.
Okay, okay, okay, okay,
whatever, whatever.
We hooked up.
- How was it?
- No, I... okay.
- I mean, we're still together.
- Yeah.
- So do the math.
- How many times did you
do it that first night?
- It's fucking ridiculous.
- Wait!
- I'm just trying
to break the ice.
I'm just trying to
break the ice, okay?
- Four times, four times.
- Noah, Noah.
- I... yeah, I...
- That's my record too.
- What are you doing?
- I'm on vacation.
I don't know.
- Okay, let's move on.
And then what? Then
you fall in love.
You get married.
What has been the highest point
in your marriage so far?
- Well, I'd say the marriage.
The marriage... the wedding.
The wedding was... It
was pretty special.
- Yeah.
- What about the lowest point?
- We were really broke
when we first got married
because I didn't have a job,
and we had a lot of
financial stress.
And we got through it.
- Financial stress?
- That was the lowest point?
- You wouldn't understand that.
You were born rich.
- Ouch.
Yeah, it's very
expensive to survive.
Can we get back to the phone?
- Yeah, sure.
Let's go back to the phone.
Why didn't you turn in
the phone to the police
when you found it?
- Now I'm thinking
that I should have.
- Yeah, yeah, I'm with her.
I mean, we're just, you
know, just trying to help.
- Do you like to help her?
- Yeah, yeah, of course.
- Did she ask you for your help?
- She... mm.
- I wanted your help.
- Did you, really?
- Yeah.
Yeah, I did.
- Hm. It's getting tense, no?
- Okay, that's
enough for tonight.
- No, no, no, no, no,
just one more question.
Emma, you said you
fell off your ATV,
and then you landed, no?
What did you feel when
you first saw the phone?
- I was confused,
and then I was like,
why is there an
old phone out here?
- Anything else? You
felt any other emotion?
- No.
- Nothing?
- No, nothing.
- Wow.
I was wrong.
I thought Noah was
gonna be tough,
but you are a fortress.
- Thank you.
- Why is this your
mystery to solve?
- Why is it yours?
- I ask you first.
I just... I'm trying to
find, you know, closure.
I'm trying to bring
closure to these parents.
- What did you lose?
- There's a reason I'm
asking these questions.
Every single person
in this lost something
or someone they loved.
And then they all ended
up in the Oceana Vista.
You know, they lost
a fucking skateboard,
a family member,
memory, a home, a phone.
Can't you see that? Loss
is the common denominator.
- Well, I don't know
what to tell you.
Everyone loses something
that they love at some point.
- Yeah, but did you know
that Violet lost her mother
one year before she disappeared?
- No, I didn't.
- I know that look in your eyes.
I recognized it the
minute I met you.
What did you lose?
Do you really want to
go with him tomorrow?
- Yeah, yeah, I do.
Why, do you not?
- I saw Sam and Violet's
parents' phone numbers
in one of the binders.
And I think that, you
know, yeah, we can go.
And if we don't see
anything, which I don't think
that we're going to,
and we can just
put it behind us,
I think, you know,
and call them.
- Okay, yeah, I guess, yeah.
Hey, are you doing all right?
- Yeah.
Are you?
- Yeah, yeah, no, I'm fine.
I just... I guess I just hadn't
thought about it in a while.
- Yeah.
- What are you doing?
- Who the fuck are you?
And are you fucking with me?
- What are you talking about?
- This book is about me.
- No, it isn't.
- I am Alejandro.
I am in this book.
My name is Alex.
Look at this, "Alejandro
woke up on the beach.
"And he witnessed the
beginning of the end.
"With his retirement
came an unruly beard
"and an unpleasant gut,
but little did he know
"that his retirement
would be short-lived.
"And what you will
soon find out is
"that his next investigation
will truly be his last.
"It will lead our
disappointed detective
"into a hole deep in the ground,
"deep in the jungle.
Alejandro will reach
the end of the line."
I'm Alejandro.
This is about me.
- Because you also have a beard?
- No, it's not because
I have a beard.
You don't understand.
- You're psychotic.
- "Alejandro wanted to
go back, back to a time
"before he could find
himself failed as a lover,
"as a father, as a
brother, as a friend,
"back to before the cosmic fear
that mistakenly
wrenched all things..."
- Dude, you're just
reading the book.
- "Into sour existence.
'I am tired of
suffering, ' he cried."
I am suffering.
"And with his final, pitiful
whimper into oblivion,
"Alejandro pulled himself
"into the cold glow...
of Pasaje, a room
outside of time."
"Vi, meet me here. Love, Mom."
You see your mom in there?
- What are you talking about?
- You found Pasaje?
- What is this?
- It's just the directions
to the author's house.
- I got to go see that guy.
- You guys can stay or not stay.
I don't really give a shit.
- You can't take my book.
- Wait, what's
going on? Holy shit!
- You're welcome to join, but
the book's coming with me.
- What? No!
- If you do, lift your legs
before you hit the ground,
or you might break them.
Sayonara, fuckers.
- No, wait!
Come back!
- Do we follow him?
- What the fuck's a "Pasaje"?
- You know, it'd be really
good to get our phones back,
just to check in
with our parents,
so they don't think
we've been kidnapped.
- No mames.
You'd tell your parents that
I actually did kidnap you.
Come on.
- Hey, do you mind just
keeping your eyes on the road?
I could read the book for you.
- These fucking guys.
You two have been a
couple a while, right?
- What?
- I can always tell.
You have a history between
you, and a chemistry.
You know, after
time, it fizzles out,
just completely dissolves.
And all that's left is
bitterness, name-calling,
bad sex, so, so much regret.
Yeah, I was in love once.
I was.
- What happened?
- Hey!
- Whoa!
Whoa, Alex, Alex!
- Brakes, brakes, brakes!
- Let's get some fruit.
- Fruit?
- Over here!
I think I found a clue.
Is it here?
- Oh, yeah.
Yeah, this is where I crashed.
- So, what, now we walk around
to try to find some bones?
- Good idea. Let's
split in pairs.
You and Noah, you
go follow the trail.
And Emma and I, we
will go down the hill.
- Or, Noah, you and I can go,
and then you guys can...
- No, no, that's okay.
I can go with Luna.
- Okay.
- Okay.
- I am pretty sure
it was here.
- Here?
You have the original
phone, right?
- Yes.
- Mm-hmm.
Put it where it was.
- Okay.
Um...
I was there, I think.
- Are you sure it
wasn't, like, there?
Try to be specific.
- Okay, it was, uh...
- Good!
- It was right there.
- Good, and where were
you when you saw it?
- Uh, here-ish.
- Mm-hmm.
Yeah, you were laying down, no?
- This guy's fucking nuts.
- Looks like an alien.
- What the fuck is going on?
- What do we do? Do
we try to ditch him?
- He has my book.
- Shit.
- And he has our phones.
- That's right.
I'm really sorry about your mom.
- Thanks, me too.
- What the
fuck is going on?
- She was really
sick for a while.
For whatever reason, the
last couple of weeks,
I couldn't get myself
to step foot in her room
to say goodbye to her.
I don't know. Maybe
I was just scared
to remember her
like that, or maybe,
it was just easier to not go in.
It's pretty fucked up.
- I don't think so.
- I wish I asked
her more questions.
- Sorry about last night.
Baltasar means well,
but he doesn't know
when to back off.
- Well, yeah, I mean, he
wasn't totally off base.
Emma and I actually lost a kid.
- Oh, no.
- A baby girl.
- I'm so sorry.
- No, no, no, it's fine.
It's fine.
- Let's try to
focus on the memory.
Let's try...
- This is so stupid.
- Mm.
- I don't understand
how this is helpful.
- I think you do.
- Okay.
- Don't you feel something
deeper happening?
For some reason,
this is the place
where your life intersected
with Sam's and Violet's.
Is it a completely
random coincidence?
Maybe, maybe not, hm?
- You're suggesting I was
meant to find the phone.
- I'm not suggesting anything.
I'm just saying that
every single moment
in your life led to this point.
There are no isolated moments.
They are all significant,
even if you don't
think that way.
- Okay.
- Good.
Now, maybe if...
you allow yourself
to remember...
- Mm-hmm.
- You might learn something new.
- About what?
- About you.
Let's go back to
the exact moment.
What did you feel when
you opened your eyes?
- Yeah, the baby made it
about an hour, 63 minutes.
And Emma never got to meet her.
I mean, I got this memory
of this beautiful, perfect,
pudgy little face,
and Emma doesn't.
And that seems cruel.
- What do you want, Emma, hm?
- Nothing.
- What do you need?
- I'm fine.
- What are you hoping to find?
- I don't think this is working.
- Sorry I scared you. I
scare myself sometimes.
Listen, I think I
remember what I'm supposed
to remember right now.
And it's... I'm starting
to understand everything.
Thank you for that book.
It has shed a light
on a lot of things.
And I think there's still
time that I can help.
So...
- Help what?
- Help you.
Do not go to Pasaje.
- What?
- Turn around, go home.
- What are you talking about?
- Fly, children.
- Where are you going?
- Fly where?
- Go!
- What... go where?
- Go home!
- He took our phones.
- Baltasar, my memory detective,
things are crumbling fast.
I don't know when I
am or when you are.
- Okay, this is clearly
not an ATV trail, so...
- Should we just go back?
- Yeah, let's go back.
- Yeah, let's go back.
- God, I hope I'm not far off.
- And after Alex died,
I just left and
never looked back.
But here I am again. Ha!
- Violet and... Swimmy?
Whatever. He had a
forgettable name.
They went to find Illán Iberra.
Pasaje.
God, I hope they didn't.
- Yeah, it's weird how
everything just comes
back around again and again.
- Anyway, I'm sure
I'll see you soon,
and you won't know
what I'm talking about.
- What the hell? Emma!
What happened?
- Nothing.
- Oh, my... Noah!
- Are you okay?
Noah!
Are you okay?
Holy shit.
- No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no.
- Shit.
Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.