The Resort (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - Episode #1.6 - full transcript
Previously, on
"The Resort:...
"Don't fuck
with the yellow snake.
It has four noses."
If you cross
the yellow snake,
it sniff you out
and poison you, huh?
I know you're a Frías.
Because of this
horrible incident
caused by this terrible
detective novel
called "El Espejo,"
I realized I could
no longer be a Frías.
Hey, who's Illán Iberra?
- This book is about me.
- No, it isn't.
What is this?
It's just the directions
to the author's house.
I gotta go see that guy.
I'm starting
to understand everything.
And I think there's still time
that I can help.
Do not go to Pasaje.
Emma and I actually
lost a kid.
And I never got to meet her.
That seems cruel.
Things are crumbling fast.
[grunts]
I don't know when I am...
I found that phone
in the jungle yesterday,
and it doesn't even work.
When you are...
I took out the SIM card,
and I put it in this one.
"They went to find
Illán Iberra...
Pasaje."
Romantic Latin music...
Juan Gabriel's "Mi Fracaso" plays...
Speaking Spanish...
Speaking Spanish...
[singing in Spanish]
[♪ ♪]
Speaking Spanish...
[♪ ♪]
Speaking Spanish...
[laughing]
Speaking Spanish...
[♪ ♪]
Baltasar,
the memory detective.
"They went to find
Illán Iberra...
Pasaje."
I found the author
Illán Iberra.
He has, uh, books on Amazon
for, like, 10¢ used.
"Pasaje"...
"Passage," right?
- Yeah, I can't watch any more of this video.
- Passage to what?
Okay.
All right, what if...
And I'm not...
I'm not saying
that I believe this.
But what if
he put the phones there
on purpose
because he knew that we would
be there, maybe,
- to, like, find them?
- What?
I don't know.
Guys, uh, I am afraid
this is getting more unusual
than I was ever imagining.
Uh-huh.
If Sam and Violet were
looking for Illán Iberra,
I think we should do the same.
Okay, but I can't find
anything on this guy.
I mean, he's a full-on recluse.
Just off the grid.
No phone number.
- No address. Nothing.
- Oh, no, he has an address.
And I think I know
how to find him.
- Oh, no shit?
- Yes.
I think we need
to go to my house.
- We need to go to El Caracol.
- Yes, we do.
- Speaks Spanish. Yeah.
- Oh, no, no, no, no way.
You guys are all bananas,
and this is a bunch
of crazy nonsense,
and I have to get back to work.
I'm calling an Uber.
Hey, Luna.
[indistinct conversation]
Okay, so
what's up?
This is, like,
our biggest break yet,
and you haven't said a word
since we left the jungle.
Yeah, no, it's big.
Yeah, I think, um...
I'm just trying to wrap
my brain around all of it.
Speaking Spanish...
- Ah!
- [indistinct speech]
[upbeat music]
That's when
I finally understood
why everyone said that
you shouldn't fuck
with the yellow snake.
Okay, so your family
does murder people?
No, no, no, no.
My mother just had Iberra
removed from the university.
And ruined his reputation.
You don't need to kill people
when you have influence,
you know?
You know,
I just gotta say, man,
it kind of sounds like you were
a real prick as a little kid.
Oh, yes, I was. For sure.
[chuckles]
You didn't have to,
like, write this dude
and tell him
that you hated his book.
Why not?
My intention was not
to enrage him.
My intention was to help him
to write something better,
to become a better writer.
But he just took it
like a big baby.
Was his next book any better?
I don't know, I never read
anything else from him.
[upbeat music playing]
[sighs]
[♪ ♪]
Things have taken
a very unexpected turn, no?
Hmm.
Kind of an understatement.
Luna told me you had
an interesting conversation
with her.
[♪ ♪]
Oh, Luna sucks
at keeping secrets.
You should be aware of that.
And I have to say I'm truly
sorry you had to experience
a loss like that.
Yeah, thanks.
Um, I guess I just hadn't
talked about it in a long time,
and I guess I just
wanted to forget it.
Our past, our memory,
that's all we have.
That's how you found the phone.
W... what?
Yeah.
You allowed yourself to be
there, living the memory,
and then you found the phone.
Yeah, dude,
that doesn't make any sense.
Oh, really?
Do you have a better theory
than that?
Why do you think
you found the phone?
That second phone,
Violet's phone,
that's a huge coincidence,
don't you think?
I don't know, there's...
There is a lot of shit that
I don't understand right now.
- Yeah.
- So...
Me neither.
Do you mind taking...
Oh, yeah.
[♪ ♪]
Listen, I...
I have noticed that when
you allow yourself to open up
and to remember,
to recognize
the darker corners
of your subconscious,
seemingly random pieces
fall into place, no?
Like the "Tetris."
- [chuckles]
- Yep.
- "Tetris"?
- Yeah.
Yeah.
[♪ ♪]
[dramatic music]
[♪ ♪]
You might have noticed
the Caracol is one of
the only buildings
in all of Izamal
that is not painted yellow.
It's been in the Frías family
for 100 years.
Some of the marble tile was
stolen from the Parthenon.
I would invite you in,
but I guess my brother is home,
and he doesn't really
like tourists,
or anyone, really.
He's been trying to kill me
since he discovered
that I'm better than him
at everything in life.
Okay.
Stay in the van.
I mean it.
You want to go look around?
[soft pensive music]
[♪ ♪]
Speaking Spanish...
Speaking Spanish...
Are we being stupid
by being here?
What do you mean?
Well, everyone told us not
to fuck with the yellow snake,
and now we're sort of inside
of the yellow snake.
Yeah, but as guests.
[inhales sharply]
Yeah, I know,
but why does he still
need us around, though?
Because we were
in the painting.
Well, we were in a painting
that he showed us.
Think about it.
And now he's...
poking around
inside of our personal lives,
and I don't...
Did something happen
in the jungle?
I just think he talks a lot,
and he is full of shit.
[shouting]
- What... oh, my God!
- [shrieks]
[shouting in Spanish]
- Holy shit! Holy shit!
- What the fuck?
- What the fuck?
- Holy shit!
The keys!
Get the keys!
- Start the fucking car!
- Okay, all right!
- All right!
- Start the car!
We got to get...
Gah...
[dramatic music]
[♪ ♪]
[lock chirps]
I think he wants us
to take that one.
[panting]
What?
- Whose car is this?
- I don't know!
- Oh, my God.
- Okay.
That's the guy
from the Frías shop?
- I know, I know!
- Is that his brother?
- Is that his brother?
- Yeah, I guess so!
Start the car!
- Start... start the car!
- Okay! All right!
All right, yeah. Yeah.
All right.
Open the window!
[both screaming]
[glass shatters]
- Oh, my God!
- Oh, my God!
- Oh, my God!
- Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Go.
[engine revving,
tires squealing]
[shouting in Spanish]
Whoo! Yeah!
Oh, my God.
What a fucking rush, man!
Oh, my brother.
He's a fucking asshole.
But I love him.
- [laughter]
- Is he gonna follow us?
No, he cannot drive anything
but this piece of shit.
- Okay.
- And he's very stupid.
But if he sees you again,
he's gonna kill you.
Why did we steal
his car then?
We cannot show up
in a Frías van.
If Iberra knows it's me,
we're gonna be in great danger.
Here, this is the address.
- Nice driving.
- Thanks, man.
Ugh!
[suspenseful music]
[♪ ♪]
I mean, do we really think
they came all the way out here?
Oh, my God.
His house is as horrible
as his book.
So, uh,
we don't think he actually
did something
to the kids, right?
Well...
He marked his letters
in blood.
Yeah.
I don't know if I feel
scared or nervous
or guilty now.
You know what?
Maybe you should hang back.
What...
Absolutely not.
This is mine to finish, okay?
And in this car, I...
I am the person
who has done the most work
trying to solve this thing.
Well, okay,
but we found the phones.
Yeah, and I am the detective,
and you're just
fucking tourists, okay?
Eh, aren't you a tailor?
- [grunting]
- Stop!
Hey! Stop!
- Oh, I wish upon a star.
- Just calm down!
I wish upon a star.
Everyone, just fucking
stop freaking out!
Jesus fucking...
Take that back.
No, I'm not taking
anything back.
- You stop!
- Your mother is a tailor.
- They're gonna hear you!
- You're a seamstress, bro.
Buenas noches.
Speaking Spanish...
Hmm. Um...
No.
[scoffs] No.
[both laugh]
[insects chirping]
I don't think
she's coming back, guys.
All right, that's 20.
That is 20 fucking bites.
You know, in...
In some cultures,
the mosquito symbolizes
discovery and persistence.
- That's real sweet.
- Mm-hmm.
Well, that's 21.
[suspenseful music]
[♪ ♪]
[person coughing]
Emma?
Emma?
[♪ ♪]
Emma? Emma?
- Emma?
- [gasps] Baltasar!
[both speaking Spanish]
[Emma screaming]
- Emma!
- Emma!
Ah, sorry!
[screaming]
[shouting in Spanish]
[all shouting]
Sorry!
I was just trying
to ask you some questions!
What?
You speak English.
I know six languages.
One I created myself.
Were they here?
You think
I did something to them?
Did you?
Maybe I did.
[doorbell buzzing]
Speaking Spanish...
Qué, qué, qué, qué, qué?
What? What?
Speaking Spanish...
- What?
- You speak English?
Oh, not do I
only speak English,
I speak six
different languages,
two of which scholars
claim are extinct,
and one I created myself.
[rumbling]
Shoes take off.
Shoes! Socks! Off! Now!
- Now! Now!
- Take off...
- Do you want us to come in?
- Should we wait out here?
Are you...
There's a built-in cycle
that holds balance.
Down there holds the key.
Balance.
Oh, hey, you want
to make yourselves useful?
- Come on, help. Grab that.
- Yeah, yeah, okay, okay.
Grab there.
Okay, all right.
You won't see the horizon
from the center.
Uh-huh.
So once
you're in the whirlpool,
you're stuck going around.
Okay, don't let it go!
Whoa, whoa, don't let it go!
Maybe we can talk about this
a little bit later.
- Yes! Oh, yes, yes!
- Hey, maybe you guys could
- do this a little bit later?
- I have the book, I have it.
- [gurgling]
- Oh! What the fuck is that?
That, my young friend,
is the filth of time.
- Jarritos?
- Yeah.
Okay, gypsies, here you go.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
So what can I do for you?
Speaking Spanish...
Por favor, please,
stop speaking to me
in that awful,
masticated Spanish.
Talk to me in the language
of your President Jimmy Carter.
He still is the president?
No, no, he's...
He's long dead.
No, he's actually
still alive.
A great man.
Crisis of Confidence.
What's your crisis?
Well, señoro, um...
Gosh, it's been
such a long journey.
I don't even know
where to start.
Fuck, okay, I've been waiting
for this moment for months.
Here, just...
[suspenseful music]
These pages only hold
the most painful years
of a man's life.
It was my comeback,
my masterpiece.
My name and career was sunk by
a family of fucking parasites.
But that's a story
for another time.
So what, you guys came
all the way out here
to ask me for an autograph?
No.
Um, I came to find Pasaje.
Bring.
[♪ ♪]
Who sent you here?
[♪ ♪]
[muttering indistinctly]
This is a sacrilege!
Desecrating a book like this.
Who does such a thing?
- My mom.
- Does she thinks she could
write better stories than me?
She knows nothing! Nada!
Okay, you know what?
We've come so far
and had a long, weird-ass day,
all just to see you.
If she has so many opinions,
why doesn't she write
her own damn book?
Violet, you want to...
Because she died
reading your book.
Are you implying that
my book killed your mother?
Oh, no, no, no, no.
No, she believed
that you hid the location
of Pasaje in this book.
What do you believe?
I need to find it.
Because you want
to see her again?
I'm only missing one piece.
What piece is that?
[mysterious music]
[♪ ♪]
I... I don't know
what that means.
Say it.
What?
Louder.
[chuckles]
I mean, that can't be right.
Show me what you know.
So my mom figured out
that all these places
that Alejandro investigates
in the book
are actually real places
in the Yucatán Peninsula.
Intemperie is actually Akumal.
Abismos, Okap.
La gun a Mental is Peto.
And that makes Lluvia Atrasada
Espita.
So all of these places
in your book
are real places
in the peninsula,
and they're all leading
to Pasaje,
except I found all the spots
but the one
for the entrance to the jungle.
"With a backpack
and a bottle of water,
"Alejandro walked through...
In search of Pasaje."
So what the fuck is that?
Those aren't words.
[whispering]
It's my language.
Yeah, right.
It's different for everyone.
You see, Pasaje baits you
by promising to transcend time.
But that's a dangerous thing.
We went to Pasaje in 1982,
Alejandro and I.
I got out.
But him...
I don't know.
I never saw
my best friend again.
Where is it?
What if I told you
that I wrote the book
as a warning,
not as an invitation?
I would still ask,
where is it?
If it's all real,
what did you see in there?
[eerie music]
It was such a long time ago,
it's all a dream now.
Yeah, but what did you see?
Read the book.
I... I don't have time.
You don't have time,
or you don't know how to read?
- I know how to read.
- No, I read the book.
Then you know.
Yeah, but you didn't
actually describe it.
You never actually
went in, did you?
[♪ ♪]
You calling me a liar?
Yeah.
I am.
Mm.
I told them not to go.
They wouldn't listen to me.
So I dropped them off
at the jungle myself.
I didn't know
there was a hurricane.
They told me it
would be downgraded
to a tropical depression.
Well, why the hell
didn't you tell anybody?
I forgot!
Jesus Christ.
This is bullshit.
Speaking Spanish...
So how do you get there?
Were you not listening to me?
Pasaje is the villain
in the story.
Well, two kids are missing,
and their parents need answers.
Do you want to find the kids,
or do you want to find Pasaje?
[♪ ♪]
What difference does it make?
Translate it.
You're all fools.
[foreboding music]
Fuck it.
- Fine.
- No, no, no.
No, no, no.
[speaks Spanish]
[grunting]
[♪ ♪]
My new novel,
it's about time, right?
I know how it ends now, yes.
Okay, so now...
I dropped the kids
at the center of the spiral.
Huncb fo Llub Seeth...
Four words.
"Hunch", H, hach,
the thread, the fence,
the most divisive letter
in the English language.
That's why it's the
first letter of my alphabet.
[chuckles]
Then there's umlaut.
Who was the first
to say umlaut?
Germans.
- No.
- Mm-hmm.
Phoenicians.
No.
- Uh...
- Excuse me?
Sorry.
That's right.
"Huncb" translates to "park."
Okay, so which park?
Now,
"fo," say it like "wa."
- Wa.
- Wa.
Can you just give us
the word, please?
Because I really...
We really can't.
We don't have time.
"Fo" translates to "de,"
which translates to "of."
Oh, it's "of?"
You just swapped the letters?
That's all you did?
This is why I can't
teach fools like you.
Everybody thinks
they're a scholar.
Mm-hmm.
Okay, so now...
Okay.
[humming]
No bueno, no bueno.
A pen. Pen, please.
I need a pen.
Speaking Spanish...
This can't be...
No bueno, no bueno, no bueno.
Okay, can I please have
one pen that writes?
[speaks Spanish]
You want to know the answer?
I need a pen.
Can I get a pen, please?
- Find a pen! Let's go!
- Okay!
There's got to be one pen
in this forsaken house.
That's my private drawer.
- One pen!
- All right, here we go.
- Here we go.
- Oh. Okay.
That's not a pen. I need a pen!
All my life,
and I can't find a pen.
I need a pen that can write!
- [speaks Spanish]
- That's crazy.
- Pen! Pen, please!
- This is...
I'd like to finish this,
explaining this to you.
- [speaks Spanish]
- This is getting dumb.
No, aye.
- Pen! Pen! Pen, pen, pen, pen!
- Here, here, here, sir.
- Pen!
- Try this.
Pen.
[tense music]
Nice pen.
Ooh, I like that.
I like that. Okay.
Speaking Spanish...
This is a Frías pen.
[♪ ♪]
Who gave you this pen?
Baltasar
Frías.
You fucking snake.
[screaming]
Oh, my God!
[all shouting]
[grunting]
[all shouting]
No, no, no, no!
No, no, no, Papa!
No, Papa!
How disappointing.
[exhales]
[screaming]
[all screaming]
Mmm.
This is all my fault.
It's nobody's fault, man.
No, it is,
because I wrote a letter
to the man that started
a series of events
that ended up in death.
Come on, you give yourself
too much credit.
What happened happened.
And now, you have to do
the right thing.
Yes.
Yes, I will.
I will.
[speaks Spanish]
Hey!
To prepare to die.
[sighs]
We have to go find it.
Find what?
- The Pasaje.
- The... wait, what?
Well, I mean,
that's where they were going,
- so we gotta go there too.
- Whoa, whoa, Emma.
A guy died in front of us.
Baltasar got stabbed
in the hand.
I'm sorry, this is over.
I mean, yeah, look.
I got wrapped up
into this, too,
but this shit is done.
Sam and Violet met on vacation.
They thought it would be cool
to explore some
make-believe underground room,
and then they got lost
in the jungle,
and they died because
they got caught in a hurricane.
And that's all assuming
this Iberra guy
even took them out there
in the first place.
Okay?
That is it.
All right? You gotta move on.
- Where you going?
- Back to the room.
Don't follow me.
[inquisitive music]
[♪ ♪]
[♪ ♪]
[♪ ♪]
[♪ ♪]
"The Resort:...
"Don't fuck
with the yellow snake.
It has four noses."
If you cross
the yellow snake,
it sniff you out
and poison you, huh?
I know you're a Frías.
Because of this
horrible incident
caused by this terrible
detective novel
called "El Espejo,"
I realized I could
no longer be a Frías.
Hey, who's Illán Iberra?
- This book is about me.
- No, it isn't.
What is this?
It's just the directions
to the author's house.
I gotta go see that guy.
I'm starting
to understand everything.
And I think there's still time
that I can help.
Do not go to Pasaje.
Emma and I actually
lost a kid.
And I never got to meet her.
That seems cruel.
Things are crumbling fast.
[grunts]
I don't know when I am...
I found that phone
in the jungle yesterday,
and it doesn't even work.
When you are...
I took out the SIM card,
and I put it in this one.
"They went to find
Illán Iberra...
Pasaje."
Romantic Latin music...
Juan Gabriel's "Mi Fracaso" plays...
Speaking Spanish...
Speaking Spanish...
[singing in Spanish]
[♪ ♪]
Speaking Spanish...
[♪ ♪]
Speaking Spanish...
[laughing]
Speaking Spanish...
[♪ ♪]
Baltasar,
the memory detective.
"They went to find
Illán Iberra...
Pasaje."
I found the author
Illán Iberra.
He has, uh, books on Amazon
for, like, 10¢ used.
"Pasaje"...
"Passage," right?
- Yeah, I can't watch any more of this video.
- Passage to what?
Okay.
All right, what if...
And I'm not...
I'm not saying
that I believe this.
But what if
he put the phones there
on purpose
because he knew that we would
be there, maybe,
- to, like, find them?
- What?
I don't know.
Guys, uh, I am afraid
this is getting more unusual
than I was ever imagining.
Uh-huh.
If Sam and Violet were
looking for Illán Iberra,
I think we should do the same.
Okay, but I can't find
anything on this guy.
I mean, he's a full-on recluse.
Just off the grid.
No phone number.
- No address. Nothing.
- Oh, no, he has an address.
And I think I know
how to find him.
- Oh, no shit?
- Yes.
I think we need
to go to my house.
- We need to go to El Caracol.
- Yes, we do.
- Speaks Spanish. Yeah.
- Oh, no, no, no, no way.
You guys are all bananas,
and this is a bunch
of crazy nonsense,
and I have to get back to work.
I'm calling an Uber.
Hey, Luna.
[indistinct conversation]
Okay, so
what's up?
This is, like,
our biggest break yet,
and you haven't said a word
since we left the jungle.
Yeah, no, it's big.
Yeah, I think, um...
I'm just trying to wrap
my brain around all of it.
Speaking Spanish...
- Ah!
- [indistinct speech]
[upbeat music]
That's when
I finally understood
why everyone said that
you shouldn't fuck
with the yellow snake.
Okay, so your family
does murder people?
No, no, no, no.
My mother just had Iberra
removed from the university.
And ruined his reputation.
You don't need to kill people
when you have influence,
you know?
You know,
I just gotta say, man,
it kind of sounds like you were
a real prick as a little kid.
Oh, yes, I was. For sure.
[chuckles]
You didn't have to,
like, write this dude
and tell him
that you hated his book.
Why not?
My intention was not
to enrage him.
My intention was to help him
to write something better,
to become a better writer.
But he just took it
like a big baby.
Was his next book any better?
I don't know, I never read
anything else from him.
[upbeat music playing]
[sighs]
[♪ ♪]
Things have taken
a very unexpected turn, no?
Hmm.
Kind of an understatement.
Luna told me you had
an interesting conversation
with her.
[♪ ♪]
Oh, Luna sucks
at keeping secrets.
You should be aware of that.
And I have to say I'm truly
sorry you had to experience
a loss like that.
Yeah, thanks.
Um, I guess I just hadn't
talked about it in a long time,
and I guess I just
wanted to forget it.
Our past, our memory,
that's all we have.
That's how you found the phone.
W... what?
Yeah.
You allowed yourself to be
there, living the memory,
and then you found the phone.
Yeah, dude,
that doesn't make any sense.
Oh, really?
Do you have a better theory
than that?
Why do you think
you found the phone?
That second phone,
Violet's phone,
that's a huge coincidence,
don't you think?
I don't know, there's...
There is a lot of shit that
I don't understand right now.
- Yeah.
- So...
Me neither.
Do you mind taking...
Oh, yeah.
[♪ ♪]
Listen, I...
I have noticed that when
you allow yourself to open up
and to remember,
to recognize
the darker corners
of your subconscious,
seemingly random pieces
fall into place, no?
Like the "Tetris."
- [chuckles]
- Yep.
- "Tetris"?
- Yeah.
Yeah.
[♪ ♪]
[dramatic music]
[♪ ♪]
You might have noticed
the Caracol is one of
the only buildings
in all of Izamal
that is not painted yellow.
It's been in the Frías family
for 100 years.
Some of the marble tile was
stolen from the Parthenon.
I would invite you in,
but I guess my brother is home,
and he doesn't really
like tourists,
or anyone, really.
He's been trying to kill me
since he discovered
that I'm better than him
at everything in life.
Okay.
Stay in the van.
I mean it.
You want to go look around?
[soft pensive music]
[♪ ♪]
Speaking Spanish...
Speaking Spanish...
Are we being stupid
by being here?
What do you mean?
Well, everyone told us not
to fuck with the yellow snake,
and now we're sort of inside
of the yellow snake.
Yeah, but as guests.
[inhales sharply]
Yeah, I know,
but why does he still
need us around, though?
Because we were
in the painting.
Well, we were in a painting
that he showed us.
Think about it.
And now he's...
poking around
inside of our personal lives,
and I don't...
Did something happen
in the jungle?
I just think he talks a lot,
and he is full of shit.
[shouting]
- What... oh, my God!
- [shrieks]
[shouting in Spanish]
- Holy shit! Holy shit!
- What the fuck?
- What the fuck?
- Holy shit!
The keys!
Get the keys!
- Start the fucking car!
- Okay, all right!
- All right!
- Start the car!
We got to get...
Gah...
[dramatic music]
[♪ ♪]
[lock chirps]
I think he wants us
to take that one.
[panting]
What?
- Whose car is this?
- I don't know!
- Oh, my God.
- Okay.
That's the guy
from the Frías shop?
- I know, I know!
- Is that his brother?
- Is that his brother?
- Yeah, I guess so!
Start the car!
- Start... start the car!
- Okay! All right!
All right, yeah. Yeah.
All right.
Open the window!
[both screaming]
[glass shatters]
- Oh, my God!
- Oh, my God!
- Oh, my God!
- Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Go.
[engine revving,
tires squealing]
[shouting in Spanish]
Whoo! Yeah!
Oh, my God.
What a fucking rush, man!
Oh, my brother.
He's a fucking asshole.
But I love him.
- [laughter]
- Is he gonna follow us?
No, he cannot drive anything
but this piece of shit.
- Okay.
- And he's very stupid.
But if he sees you again,
he's gonna kill you.
Why did we steal
his car then?
We cannot show up
in a Frías van.
If Iberra knows it's me,
we're gonna be in great danger.
Here, this is the address.
- Nice driving.
- Thanks, man.
Ugh!
[suspenseful music]
[♪ ♪]
I mean, do we really think
they came all the way out here?
Oh, my God.
His house is as horrible
as his book.
So, uh,
we don't think he actually
did something
to the kids, right?
Well...
He marked his letters
in blood.
Yeah.
I don't know if I feel
scared or nervous
or guilty now.
You know what?
Maybe you should hang back.
What...
Absolutely not.
This is mine to finish, okay?
And in this car, I...
I am the person
who has done the most work
trying to solve this thing.
Well, okay,
but we found the phones.
Yeah, and I am the detective,
and you're just
fucking tourists, okay?
Eh, aren't you a tailor?
- [grunting]
- Stop!
Hey! Stop!
- Oh, I wish upon a star.
- Just calm down!
I wish upon a star.
Everyone, just fucking
stop freaking out!
Jesus fucking...
Take that back.
No, I'm not taking
anything back.
- You stop!
- Your mother is a tailor.
- They're gonna hear you!
- You're a seamstress, bro.
Buenas noches.
Speaking Spanish...
Hmm. Um...
No.
[scoffs] No.
[both laugh]
[insects chirping]
I don't think
she's coming back, guys.
All right, that's 20.
That is 20 fucking bites.
You know, in...
In some cultures,
the mosquito symbolizes
discovery and persistence.
- That's real sweet.
- Mm-hmm.
Well, that's 21.
[suspenseful music]
[♪ ♪]
[person coughing]
Emma?
Emma?
[♪ ♪]
Emma? Emma?
- Emma?
- [gasps] Baltasar!
[both speaking Spanish]
[Emma screaming]
- Emma!
- Emma!
Ah, sorry!
[screaming]
[shouting in Spanish]
[all shouting]
Sorry!
I was just trying
to ask you some questions!
What?
You speak English.
I know six languages.
One I created myself.
Were they here?
You think
I did something to them?
Did you?
Maybe I did.
[doorbell buzzing]
Speaking Spanish...
Qué, qué, qué, qué, qué?
What? What?
Speaking Spanish...
- What?
- You speak English?
Oh, not do I
only speak English,
I speak six
different languages,
two of which scholars
claim are extinct,
and one I created myself.
[rumbling]
Shoes take off.
Shoes! Socks! Off! Now!
- Now! Now!
- Take off...
- Do you want us to come in?
- Should we wait out here?
Are you...
There's a built-in cycle
that holds balance.
Down there holds the key.
Balance.
Oh, hey, you want
to make yourselves useful?
- Come on, help. Grab that.
- Yeah, yeah, okay, okay.
Grab there.
Okay, all right.
You won't see the horizon
from the center.
Uh-huh.
So once
you're in the whirlpool,
you're stuck going around.
Okay, don't let it go!
Whoa, whoa, don't let it go!
Maybe we can talk about this
a little bit later.
- Yes! Oh, yes, yes!
- Hey, maybe you guys could
- do this a little bit later?
- I have the book, I have it.
- [gurgling]
- Oh! What the fuck is that?
That, my young friend,
is the filth of time.
- Jarritos?
- Yeah.
Okay, gypsies, here you go.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
So what can I do for you?
Speaking Spanish...
Por favor, please,
stop speaking to me
in that awful,
masticated Spanish.
Talk to me in the language
of your President Jimmy Carter.
He still is the president?
No, no, he's...
He's long dead.
No, he's actually
still alive.
A great man.
Crisis of Confidence.
What's your crisis?
Well, señoro, um...
Gosh, it's been
such a long journey.
I don't even know
where to start.
Fuck, okay, I've been waiting
for this moment for months.
Here, just...
[suspenseful music]
These pages only hold
the most painful years
of a man's life.
It was my comeback,
my masterpiece.
My name and career was sunk by
a family of fucking parasites.
But that's a story
for another time.
So what, you guys came
all the way out here
to ask me for an autograph?
No.
Um, I came to find Pasaje.
Bring.
[♪ ♪]
Who sent you here?
[♪ ♪]
[muttering indistinctly]
This is a sacrilege!
Desecrating a book like this.
Who does such a thing?
- My mom.
- Does she thinks she could
write better stories than me?
She knows nothing! Nada!
Okay, you know what?
We've come so far
and had a long, weird-ass day,
all just to see you.
If she has so many opinions,
why doesn't she write
her own damn book?
Violet, you want to...
Because she died
reading your book.
Are you implying that
my book killed your mother?
Oh, no, no, no, no.
No, she believed
that you hid the location
of Pasaje in this book.
What do you believe?
I need to find it.
Because you want
to see her again?
I'm only missing one piece.
What piece is that?
[mysterious music]
[♪ ♪]
I... I don't know
what that means.
Say it.
What?
Louder.
[chuckles]
I mean, that can't be right.
Show me what you know.
So my mom figured out
that all these places
that Alejandro investigates
in the book
are actually real places
in the Yucatán Peninsula.
Intemperie is actually Akumal.
Abismos, Okap.
La gun a Mental is Peto.
And that makes Lluvia Atrasada
Espita.
So all of these places
in your book
are real places
in the peninsula,
and they're all leading
to Pasaje,
except I found all the spots
but the one
for the entrance to the jungle.
"With a backpack
and a bottle of water,
"Alejandro walked through...
In search of Pasaje."
So what the fuck is that?
Those aren't words.
[whispering]
It's my language.
Yeah, right.
It's different for everyone.
You see, Pasaje baits you
by promising to transcend time.
But that's a dangerous thing.
We went to Pasaje in 1982,
Alejandro and I.
I got out.
But him...
I don't know.
I never saw
my best friend again.
Where is it?
What if I told you
that I wrote the book
as a warning,
not as an invitation?
I would still ask,
where is it?
If it's all real,
what did you see in there?
[eerie music]
It was such a long time ago,
it's all a dream now.
Yeah, but what did you see?
Read the book.
I... I don't have time.
You don't have time,
or you don't know how to read?
- I know how to read.
- No, I read the book.
Then you know.
Yeah, but you didn't
actually describe it.
You never actually
went in, did you?
[♪ ♪]
You calling me a liar?
Yeah.
I am.
Mm.
I told them not to go.
They wouldn't listen to me.
So I dropped them off
at the jungle myself.
I didn't know
there was a hurricane.
They told me it
would be downgraded
to a tropical depression.
Well, why the hell
didn't you tell anybody?
I forgot!
Jesus Christ.
This is bullshit.
Speaking Spanish...
So how do you get there?
Were you not listening to me?
Pasaje is the villain
in the story.
Well, two kids are missing,
and their parents need answers.
Do you want to find the kids,
or do you want to find Pasaje?
[♪ ♪]
What difference does it make?
Translate it.
You're all fools.
[foreboding music]
Fuck it.
- Fine.
- No, no, no.
No, no, no.
[speaks Spanish]
[grunting]
[♪ ♪]
My new novel,
it's about time, right?
I know how it ends now, yes.
Okay, so now...
I dropped the kids
at the center of the spiral.
Huncb fo Llub Seeth...
Four words.
"Hunch", H, hach,
the thread, the fence,
the most divisive letter
in the English language.
That's why it's the
first letter of my alphabet.
[chuckles]
Then there's umlaut.
Who was the first
to say umlaut?
Germans.
- No.
- Mm-hmm.
Phoenicians.
No.
- Uh...
- Excuse me?
Sorry.
That's right.
"Huncb" translates to "park."
Okay, so which park?
Now,
"fo," say it like "wa."
- Wa.
- Wa.
Can you just give us
the word, please?
Because I really...
We really can't.
We don't have time.
"Fo" translates to "de,"
which translates to "of."
Oh, it's "of?"
You just swapped the letters?
That's all you did?
This is why I can't
teach fools like you.
Everybody thinks
they're a scholar.
Mm-hmm.
Okay, so now...
Okay.
[humming]
No bueno, no bueno.
A pen. Pen, please.
I need a pen.
Speaking Spanish...
This can't be...
No bueno, no bueno, no bueno.
Okay, can I please have
one pen that writes?
[speaks Spanish]
You want to know the answer?
I need a pen.
Can I get a pen, please?
- Find a pen! Let's go!
- Okay!
There's got to be one pen
in this forsaken house.
That's my private drawer.
- One pen!
- All right, here we go.
- Here we go.
- Oh. Okay.
That's not a pen. I need a pen!
All my life,
and I can't find a pen.
I need a pen that can write!
- [speaks Spanish]
- That's crazy.
- Pen! Pen, please!
- This is...
I'd like to finish this,
explaining this to you.
- [speaks Spanish]
- This is getting dumb.
No, aye.
- Pen! Pen! Pen, pen, pen, pen!
- Here, here, here, sir.
- Pen!
- Try this.
Pen.
[tense music]
Nice pen.
Ooh, I like that.
I like that. Okay.
Speaking Spanish...
This is a Frías pen.
[♪ ♪]
Who gave you this pen?
Baltasar
Frías.
You fucking snake.
[screaming]
Oh, my God!
[all shouting]
[grunting]
[all shouting]
No, no, no, no!
No, no, no, Papa!
No, Papa!
How disappointing.
[exhales]
[screaming]
[all screaming]
Mmm.
This is all my fault.
It's nobody's fault, man.
No, it is,
because I wrote a letter
to the man that started
a series of events
that ended up in death.
Come on, you give yourself
too much credit.
What happened happened.
And now, you have to do
the right thing.
Yes.
Yes, I will.
I will.
[speaks Spanish]
Hey!
To prepare to die.
[sighs]
We have to go find it.
Find what?
- The Pasaje.
- The... wait, what?
Well, I mean,
that's where they were going,
- so we gotta go there too.
- Whoa, whoa, Emma.
A guy died in front of us.
Baltasar got stabbed
in the hand.
I'm sorry, this is over.
I mean, yeah, look.
I got wrapped up
into this, too,
but this shit is done.
Sam and Violet met on vacation.
They thought it would be cool
to explore some
make-believe underground room,
and then they got lost
in the jungle,
and they died because
they got caught in a hurricane.
And that's all assuming
this Iberra guy
even took them out there
in the first place.
Okay?
That is it.
All right? You gotta move on.
- Where you going?
- Back to the room.
Don't follow me.
[inquisitive music]
[♪ ♪]
[♪ ♪]
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