The Wilds (2019–…): Season 2, Episode 2 - Episode #2.2 - full transcript
Name?
Rafael Garcia.
And where are you
coming from today?
My home in Tijuana.
Where are you going?
To school in San Diego.
But where did you think
you were going?
When you boarded that plane,
where do you think
you were headed?
Answer the question.
I don't know
how much time I have.
Where did you think
that plane was taking you,
and what exactly do you
remember about it going down?
To... to Hawaii.
To a retreat, but... but...
And then there was
a mechanical failure, right?
Or something that felt
like a mechanical failure?
Did... did they give you
anything to eat on the flight?
I don't know.
Can you just stop?
Was there cake?
Was there dessert?
Maybe, yes.
Yeah, I think there was cake.
But can... can you stop
and tell me who you are
and what the fuck
you're doing here?
I'm you.
I am you.
I mean, obviously,
I'm not you-you.
But everything that you
have been through,
the same thing
happened to me.
The plane crash, the island,
the ending up here.
Same sandals, same sweatpants,
same nightmare.
Okay, don't take this
the wrong way,
but I really think
I should go get somebody.
No, don't, don't, don't.
Don't.
Nobody behind this door
is actually here to help you.
This place, this situation,
this whole mind-fucking saga
that you've been trapped in
for I don't know how long,
it's all a setup.
The plane crash
wasn't an accident.
This isn't
a coast guard station.
Our parents aren't
coming to get us.
This is a prison,
and if we have any chance
of getting out of here,
like, any at all, I'm going
to need you to talk to me.
Okay, I know how it sounds
and how I sound saying it,
but that awareness,
that has got to count
for something, right?
And I am aware.
I am, like, nauseously aware
of how crazy
I must seem right now.
Not just crazy.
Afraid.
I am.
All right.
I'm either agreeing
to this for real,
or I'm just humoring you
until you disappear.
Which one is it?
Trying to figure
that out myself.
So...
...what do you want to know?
Everything.
We were all lost,
all eight of us.
Not that I was worse off,
but for me, it kind of felt,
like, double lost.
Lost inside of a lost place.
What the fuck am I even doing?
You're helping me
save your life.
That's what you're doing.
Every single thing you tell me,
it's like a...
it's like another rung in
the ladder leading out of here.
Okay, and I'm trying
to buy into that,
but I don't even know
your name.
Leah.
It's Leah.
Just checking.
I'm Raf.
Yo!
The fuck you lookin' at?
I can't wash off
for five minutes
without some perv trying to get
a look at my dick, huh?
Wh... what? What?
You were watching me.
You still are.
- You little dick-looker.
- I wasn't.
I... I didn't even know
you were out there.
It's like you can't
look away, man.
Fuckin' shameless.
Maybe... maybe put
your pants back on.
Hey, hey, hey.
Don't put this back on me.
That's what you call, uh,
blaming the victim.
Honestly, Kirin,
I wasn't looking at you.
I... I would never do that.
Honestly, Rafe,
I'm not real clear on what
you would or wouldn't do
'cause I don't know
shit about you.
We've been here
for, what, four days
and you've said
maybe 11 words tops.
So excuse me if I can't
rule out the possibility
that you might peep
the occasional dick.
I have a fucking girlfriend!
Whoa!
Okay, noted.
But you do know this
isn't about that, right?
I don't give a shit
if you're gay.
This is about privacy.
I'm not gay. I...
I repeat.
Definitely not about that.
But if that is something
you're looking to prove,
screaming at the top
of your lungs
that you have a girlfriend
doesn't help.
Seems a little desperate.
Kirin, I am...
I am nothing.
I am... I'm nothing
you're saying that I am.
I'm just...
I'm going.
So you spent
a lot of time alone?
At first, I guess.
And the others,
they... they considered you
to be sort of quiet?
Why are you looking at me as if
that's some sort of red flag?
Well, in my experience,
out there...
if someone was quiet,
on their own a lot...
...it meant they were
hiding something.
Yeah, well, it wasn't
some slick cover,
just a good old
personality flaw.
He did seem
pretty skeptical, though,
about what you were doing.
And why is it so hard
for you to explain yourself?
Because, like,
I was just sitting there,
and...'cause...
I don't know.
I mean, I didn't know...
Didn't know what?
Me.
My life before...
...was... was...
...there was darkness.
There was haze.
The days were so tiring,
so repetitive,
it all just
kind of blurred together...
...like a fog...
...hanging heavy in my head.
Rafael, this is third period.
You're not in my class
until sixth.
Oh, right, right.
Perdón.
I... I'm sorry.
A fog so thick,
even I couldn't
see myself through it.
Only one thing was clear.
Only one thing made sense.
Only one thing made me
feel like I made sense.
And there I was
stuck on that island,
thousands of miles
away from it.
So like I said...
Lost in a lost place.
You have some experience
with that?
You have no idea.
Shift's up.
- Can I tag you in?
- Yeah.
Did she sleep at all?
Shit, that's four days.
Yeah, can't tell
where her mind is, you know,
or what made her
want to take her own life.
I wouldn't waste
your time wondering.
Maybe her head's
in the clouds.
Maybe she's fantasizing
about her geriatric boyfriend.
What matters is,
she's alive
and she's finally
fucking quiet.
Deepest apologies,
but I'm not gonna be pressed
over her sad little case
of insomnia.
You know
what would have helped?
A benzo.
But she hoovered them all
before we made her
puke 'em out,
so it looks like she dug
her own grave on that one.
Yeah, Fatin.
She almost did.
I'm sorry.
But I'm done with her.
- I don't think you mean that.
- I don't?
No, I know shit talk
when I hear it,
and you don't mean that.
All right.
Well, we had you scheduled
to watch her later,
but maybe I'll just
pull a double shift.
Thank you.
Hey, happy to play nurse
to Rachel,
you know,
if you need me to.
I got all the time
in the world for that one.
Let's go.
I'm not gonna
sit here being pitied.
Let's go.
Are we, uh... are we feeling
optimistic about that?
Absolutely fucking not.
Whoops.
Look at me making a racket like
some kind of amateur, I swear.
I usually got
a much softer foot.
Shh, shh.
You're gonna scare it.
If the trap didn't hold,
it might bolt out.
Stay here.
Oh, you got him good,
Martha.
He's a beauty.
You know,
I really thought that
I might be able to lend
some expertise today,
but turns out,
I'm a little obsolete.
- Oh, sorry.
- No, don't apologize.
I'm in awe, and besides, I can
still provide moral support,
and that's what Toni
thought you might need anyway.
Toni told you
to come with me?
We sort of decided together,
I guess.
She was telling me
about your rabbits
and, uh, the shelties
you used to have,
and we both just got
to thinking how...
tough it must be,
you know, loving animals
the way that you do and...
still coming
out here every day,
taking on so much
just so that we can eat.
What else has Toni
said about me?
I don't know.
Lots of things, I guess.
But only in the spirit
of helping you out, you know?
And speaking for myself, I...
...I know how hard it is to,
um...
to put your values aside
or change them
faster than you might
be ready for.
We just want
to be there for you.
Yeah, I know.
Thanks.
Um...
...we should go.
He's not gonna last us
very long.
Starvation is a notoriously
horrific way to die.
Right up there
with radiation poisoning
- and crucifixion...
- Jesus, could you not?
No one's fuckin'
starving to death.
This can't be all
that's left, can it?
- That seems impossible.
- Yeah, I'm sorry.
I just, uh... it can't end
like this for me.
I mean, my mom
doesn't even know
where to look for my novella,
so how am I
supposed to be
published posthumously, hmm?
It's on my Google Drive,
Mother.
Just click on the second folder
marked "Novella W-I-P."
Shut up, Taylor!
We'll be fine.
We just need to slow down
on the food
since obviously,
rescue's not...
...since they're taking
longer than we thought.
We can play a game,
like, as a distraction.
I always play my Xbox
when I want
to stop snacking
on refined sugars.
My nutritionist
encourages it.
Not a bad call.
Any suggestions?
- Hell no.
- Oh, maybe a theater game.
Something that will expose us.
- Definitely no theater.
- Okay, awesome.
How about
two truths and a lie?
Sounds cool.
I'll play.
- Yes, Rafe all day.
- Hey.
Take a seat. It's "Raf."
Get out of here.
Raf?
- Yeah.
- I love it.
Anyway, you know
the game, right?
You say two truths and a lie,
and then we guess
which is which.
Where you're from, they might
call it something different,
like dos verdades...
das verdades...
You know, I think I...
I think I get it.
Okay.
So, like, uh,
I go to school in San Diego,
but I live in Tijuana.
Ah, that one's true.
He's a crosser.
It's actually really admirable.
Raf, man, you're not
supposed to say something
that somebody can
immediately confirm.
That's just bad gameplay.
Unless he and Josh
are colluding.
Oh, shit, fuck.
I love a good game of wits.
Please, continue.
Secondly...
my girlfriend's family
actually owns
this salsa company.
- That's bullshit.
- But is it, though?
First off, it's bullshit
that anyone would bring salsa
on a weekend retreat
to begin with.
Oh, I can only eat
the low-acid kind.
Wasn't sure if they'd have any.
But your girlfriend being heir
to the Veracruz Salsa company
is an even bigger load of shit.
And lastly...
...I secretly like
to look at people's dicks.
He admitted it.
Holy shit.
Rafe here was lurking
like a sicko,
trying to sneak a peek
at my dicko.
Wait, no, that...
that one was the lie.
That was the whole point.
Wait, wait, wait, so your
girlfriend does in fact own
a publicly traded
salsa company?
Yeah, yes.
Yeah, her dad owns stake
in the parent company.
So that one is the lie,
and you are a dick looker.
Jesus, no.
I just...
- Oh. I'm so sorry!
- Oh.
What the fuck?
- Oh!
- I'm so sorry!
You tool!
We could have eaten that!
I'm so sorry!
I am so sorry!
Nobody move.
Don't touch that.
Uh, can I?
Thank you.
Could somebody
please explain to me
what in the absolute caucasity
this man is doing?
Grabbing shots for his
ridiculous social media feed.
Not having to hear about Spillz
was the lone silver lining
of this place,
and now...
tarnished.
Wait, wait, wait, Seth,
you're... you're Spillz?
You're, like, the Spillz,
with a Z?
- Guilty.
- What the fuck is Spillz?
Oh, my God.
You haven't heard of Spillz?
It's, like,
this Insta and Twitter
that rates pictures
of spilled food
always with the best
and most hilarious captions.
- Oh, my God.
- It's no big deal.
Yo, yo.
I've heard of that before.
You do brand collabs
and shit like that, huh?
Yo, I bet you get paid.
Don't you?
Oh, wait, what are you
gonna rate the salsa?
Like, a level-five
Sloppy Tsunami?
And what are you
gonna name it?
Well, maybe, like,
a play on pico de gallo.
Maybe, like,
pico de "oh, no."
Fucking lame!
Raf, come here.
What do you think?
I don't know.
I mean, it can't really compete
with my mom's velvet painting
of Selena, but...
- Stop playing.
No, no, and I kind of think
that I could do just as good.
I painted a fruit bowl
in art class,
and Mrs. Wentz said,
"What even is that?"
- I think I'm a natural.
- God, I hate you so much.
Mm-mm-mm.
You love me.
Now would you shut up
and look with me?
The colors are so deep
and so saturated.
I feel physically warmer
when I look at it.
Hmm, specifically,
where do you feel warmer?
Raf, I didn't know
you were here.
How you doing?
You're eating the canapés.
Oh, sorry.
Was I not supposed to?
No, no, no, go to town,
as long as you tell me
what you think.
These are the samples
from the caterer
so that we can choose
our spread for Thursday night.
- I like the chewy ones.
- The pulpo?
I know.
They're to die for.
See, I knew you had
good taste.
Is he coming with us
on Thursday?
No, he's got soccer
in Carlsbad.
Oh, uh, actually, maybe not.
They don't always put me
on the game roster.
What's on Thursday?
Oh, well, we're hosting
a fundraiser/gallery night.
This entire house is gonna be
filled with indigenous art.
Gringos with cash to burn.
AKA valuable benefactors
who are gonna help us
relocate all these pieces
down to the cultural center
in Tijuana
'cause they've been up
in the States for too long.
Wow, that's, uh...
- that's amazing.
- Yeah.
Mi amor,
we have to hit the road.
- I'll see you Thursday.
- Okay.
- Bye.
- Bye.
So what should I wear
to this thing?
I mean, I know I'm mostly
invisible when I'm with you,
but, uh, I don't want to be
a grungy hole in the air.
Hey, where's your, uh...
Oh, I took it off to shower.
I probably just left it
in the bathroom.
- Oye, floating away on me.
- Yeah.
No, I'm just
completely obsessed with it.
What's beautiful about it
is how simple it is.
You know,
a native woman at work,
just a totally
regular moment for her but...
one that could have been erased
or forgotten or whatever,
but that's the incredible thing
about art, you know.
It remembers.
Deep.
Deep into my bullshit.
No, no, I get it.
It's your thing.
Listening to you go off
like that is...
it's amazing.
You should do one of those
TED Talks or whatever.
You.
I love how you
always hype me up.
Do you ever...
you ever think
about what your thing is?
Maybe.
I don't know.
Guess I'll figure it out
eventually.
But if not...
this is pretty great.
You smell so good.
"As her blood warmed,
he drew her closer
and deepened,
deepened the kiss
a whisper at a time
until everything blurred.
She went pliant,
and the sigh she made
was surrender."
Steamy, right?
Like a fresh pile
of shit.
I mean, an entire book
about hornball wedding planners
in some snobby fuckin' town
called "Green-wich,"
Connecticut.
"Grennich."
And that's not the only one.
Apparently, there's four
in the series.
Four of these turds?
I can't even get
one sequel of District 9,
and the world gets
four of these shit cakes.
Why don't you just give it
a few more pages?
Maybe it'll hook you.
It's a hot little romp.
People actually enjoy
this activity,
holding open
a big stack of paper
and just moving their eyes
back and forth
and back and forth?
God.
Toni, help me out.
Fatin is trying
to convince me
that I might actually
enjoy reading
this skid mark
of a romance book.
Oh, hell yeah.
I love that one.
Get the fuck out.
I'm not, like,
a Martha-level superfan.
That's, like, super
straight and white.
But I don't know, I kind of
like all the wedding shit.
You kind of like the what?
The wedding-planning stuff.
Gets me thinking what I want
for mine, you know?
A big-ass buttercream cake,
flowers all over the place,
a fancy fuckin' dinner.
Wait, what's it called
when it's not a buffet?
Plated, a plated dinner.
I want all that shit.
This is incredible.
Who are you?
Who are any of you?
Why am I a stranger
in a strange land?
Uh-oh.
I know what's wrong with you.
Your dependents walked off,
the shelter is put in place,
and for the first time ever,
Dorothy has nothing to do.
And that's a problem
because she sucks at leisure.
She's fine at leisure.
Mm.
Where you going?
To do leisure.
Are you okay?
I'm sorry, Leah,
for the other day.
I went off on you so hard.
Something just sort of broke.
And to think
that I might have...
...to think that I might
have pushed you...
Rachel, you didn't.
And I didn't.
I don't think I actually
meant to, like, end it all.
I think I just wanted
to stop feeling.
I know.
It's the fucking worst.
I will say,
and yes, I'm absolutely
asking the universe
to slap me back down, but...
...right now,
doing useful shit,
I kind of feel okay.
Bold of you to say that
out loud.
Yeah, I'm regretting it
already.
I'm feeling better too,
by the way.
It's like...
I forgot that my blood
wants to circulate.
Leah.
You really want
to get it pumping?
- What is that?
- Let's find out.
No, no.
No.
Shit, shit.
Ow, ow.
Ow.
Ow, fuck, ow!
Fuck!
Fuck, fuck.
Raf!
- Ow!
- What the fuck?
- They're all over me!
- Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
- Fuck! Ow!
- Pants off now, come on.
Now, now, let's go.
Let's go.
- Let's go.
- Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Ah!
Oh, fuck me.
Oh, Jesus, it fucking stings.
Yeah.
- Ow! Fuck.
- It's working.
We're getting 'em.
We're getting 'em.
You're okay.
Oh!
Oh, shit.
God.
So you were swarmed
by fire ants.
Tell me, Rafael,
how do... how do you feel?
Not great.
I feel like I almost got eaten
alive over this thing that...
...might only matter to me.
Well, my therapist would say
there's a lot to unpack there.
But I... I hate my therapist,
so maybe we can
just let it lie.
This is just not my day.
- Mm.
- Like, at all.
You should ask Scotty and Bo
about the ant bites.
They're from
the Florida sticks.
I'm sure
they've seen a few.
And Josh probably has
ten different creams.
Yeah, well,
I'm not really sure
where I stand with those guys.
Do you want my read
of the situation?
Everyone's fuckin' afraid.
Unknowns are crazy scary,
and this island
is a big gaping unknown,
and I mean, no offense,
but so are you.
But people just want to put
other people on the map.
Take my stepbro Henry,
for instance.
He's the prince
of fuckin' darkness,
but you can still map him.
Gothy e-boy
is a known quantity,
which makes him
entirely unscary, but...
...you're a different story,
you know?
I mean, we just got
to get you on the map.
You make it sound
like it's easy.
Let's go.
Let's go.
Where?
Track down some food,
fruit, berries,
I don't know.
There's got to be
some goods out there.
You can be the guy
that brings snacks.
Everybody loves that guy.
Everybody.
Ooh!
What's this about, heartbreaker?
You trying that on for homecoming?
Babe.
Mm.
Look at your boy, my God!
He looks like his dad, no?
You come from a long, long line of
Garcias who look incredible in suits.
This doesn't surprise me.
Thanks, yeah... But no.
I, um... I actually have
an event tonight,
and it's kind of formal, so...
Rafael, but it's Thursday.
Your father works third shift,
so you work the stand with me.
That's how it goes,
that's what we agreed on.
I know, I know, I'm sorry...
I would, but like...
...it's kind of a big deal.
How's it a big deal if we
haven't heard about it?
That school of yours sends emails
about every little thing.
No, it's not a school thing...
It's, like,
a Chicano art show.
At the Núñezes' house.
Ay.
No, it's just...
it's... they're...
they're trying
to raise money
to bring Mexican culture
back to Tijuana,
so it's important.
Here's what I get, Rafael.
I get that you quit soccer
to spend more time with that girl.
I get that your head is full of fantasies
about her and her family.
That you're getting C's in four classes.
What you don't seem to be getting
is that the Núñezes and their paintings
don't pay your tuition.
Well, the Núñezes
are actually major donors
to the scholarship fund,
so they kind of do.
Hey...
You aren't better than us.
Hurry up!
Take these tamales to the truck.
Wait for your mother.
This is what
I'm supposed to be doing,
going up there,
meeting people like them.
I mean, that's why you
sent me to the school
in the first place, isn't it?
And, you know, it actually
reflects good on you
that they even want me there.
You shut up, and you listen
because it's important that you hear this.
That girl...
...is going to forget you.
Her family is going to forget you.
She's gonna go off to some pretty little
college on the other side of the country
and you will never see her again.
I might make shit money,
but I bet every cent of it
that that's what happens.
You don't know anything.
We'll see, but in the meantime
take the tamales to the truck
and wait for your mother.
Move it.
I have no idea
what I'm doing, but...
look at these bad boys.
Wonder if they're okay to eat.
Yeah, there's a rhyme
for berries, um, I think.
What is it?
Uh, uh, purple and blue,
good for you.
White and yellow,
kill a fellow.
Guess you're not totally
clueless about the outdoors.
Yeah, well, Henry actually
taught me that rhyme.
Yeah, the little knowledge
I have actually came from him.
Kid was a serious Boy Scout
back in the day.
He knows how to tie, like,
60 different kinds of knots.
Oh, didn't even know
there were that many.
Yeah.
Yeah.
He used to, um, tie
my headphone cords together
just to fuck with me,
but, um, AirPods, so...
Yeah, you guys don't seem
all that close.
Yeah.
Is it that obvious, huh?
What?
Up there.
Oh.
Okay.
What the fuck did you find?
Fuck.
Come on, come on,
come on, come on.
Sweets?
No.
Go away! Go away!
Fuck.
Hey, man.
I'm so sorry.
What the fuck is wrong with you?!
I said I'm sorry.
Fucking brat!
Don't you know how to pay attention?
Fuck you, man.
I said it was an accident.
Hey, over here.
Fuck!
Got him.
Holy shit.
Get that.
Get it.
You ready?
Yeah.
Um, what do you...
what do you think's in there?
Considering
my track record today,
it's probably a portal to hell.
I'll go first.
Okay.
Andiamo.
Seth?
Seth?
Rafael Garcia,
I am pleased to inform you
that your shit day
has just turned into gold.
Get down here.
Dude.
Mother lode, right?
Give me that box.
Give me that box.
Holy shit!
Oh, my fucking God.
Dude!
What?
Where do you think
it came from?
I don't know.
Looks like this place was used
to do some kind
of wildlife study.
Last data entry's from 2006.
Do you think any
of the food is still good?
Oh, yeah, expiration dates
are just suggestions
on things like...
Lifeblood.
Water?
Well, yeah, but also...
...lifeblood.
This, this is all you, man.
We found this because of you.
So don't go doubting your
instincts on me, all right,
because you got
some good ones.
- Seriously.
- Thanks.
Yeah.
Call who you need to.
Hola, sí, bueno.
Bueno, sí.
Rafa?
Raf...
No one was home.
Anyone else you can call?
Hey, stranger.
Everything all right?
Mm-hmm, just trying
to skin them downwind.
Doesn't always smell so great.
Are you sure you're okay
with me and Shelby hanging out
and everything?
'Cause she told me that maybe
you weren't feeling so...
Shelby told you,
you told Shelby, that...
that is what
I'm not okay with.
My shit is my shit,
and I want it to stay that way.
Martha, I would never say
anything about anything
that you wouldn't
tell her yourself.
Not on my life
would I do that.
How about you just
tell her nothing, you know?
- To be on the safe side.
- Yeah, of course.
Whatever you need.
Sorry.
I don't mean to be...
Nah, it's cool.
It's all cool.
I'm so proud of you.
Why?
You've gotten so strong.
You're like a fuckin' warrior.
Whoop, whoop!
Surprise!
Yeah, surprise they
didn't murder each other
- in cold blood.
- Where'd that come from?
- Pulled it out of the water.
- What the hell's in it?
Take a look.
Bet you'll like it.
Or at least be, like, mildly
amused and confused by it.
Party supplies?
Um...
...an old person's party,
an old person named Barbara.
Why on earth are y'all
acting disappointed?
I mean, look at these.
That... yeah, plastic forks.
Yeah, but they're, like,
the fancy plastic.
Like, full-on
dishwasher safe.
And aren't you excited to eat
with a frickin' fork again?
Oh, my God.
How precious are these?
They're plates.
You're gonna lose
your girlfriend
to this kitschy party shit.
I mean, can you
get her off like this?
This Barbara
knows how to party.
You know, honestly,
I'm not sure.
This is a real heat check
for me.
Hey, Fatin, there might be
something for you yet.
Okay, I take back
all negative commentary.
Barbara,
you're a fucking legend.
Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.
Is this what I think it is?
Oh, it's a piñata.
And candy!
Holy shit, Babs, you were gonna
beat up your boss in effigy?
Yeah, I can't tell whether
that's punk rock or disturbing.
Both.
You okay, Leah?
Yeah, no.
I'm... I'm...
Yeah, I'm sorry.
It's just the piñata.
My dad has this friend
named Top Ramen.
His name is actually Paul,
but we call him Top Ramen
because this one time
on a ski trip,
he got very drunk
and snorted, like, ten lines
of ramen seasoning.
The piñata looks just like him.
Wow.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Look, you know Dot's gonna
want to inventory the shit
- out of all this.
- Yeah, where is Dot?
Hey, Boy Scout.
Don't you know
how to make a fire?
Yes, but only with a ferro rod.
A what?
It's a rod-shaped tool
often made of synthetic alloy
or magnesium.
Okay, you can stop.
Bo-Bo, you crashing, man?
Only a little.
Hey.
Oh, man.
Man, that's funny.
I swear to God, Josh.
If you're laughing
about something you saw
- on fucking Spillz again.
- I'm sorry.
It just keeps
popping into my head.
There was this one photo...
there's tikka masala
all over someone's
computer keyboard...
- Stop!
- Shut up!
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God!
I forgot about my kids.
Okay, I'll bite.
Tell me about these kids,
Joshua.
I put them in my bag,
and I hid them
in one of my socks.
Sour Patch Kids?
Who the hell
just calls them Kids?
- Doesn't everybody?
- Absolutely not.
- But you know what? I love it.
- Yeah, me too.
It brings cannibalism into the
experience in a more real way.
Yeah, I'd like to cannibalize
a few right now, actually.
Hey, Joshua,
may I have a child?
Um, shoot.
I, uh... I forgot
I already ate most of them.
Tut! Shh!
The fuck?
A lighter?
You had this all along?
Uh...
yeah, right.
Um, that's actually for my...
my ear candle in case
I get too waxy...
You fuckin' moron!
All this time,
we've been freezing,
and here we could have had
a campfire.
But no, you've been
too busy yukking it up
over that smarty-farty's
dumb little website
to remember you had
a goddamn lighter
in your goddamn suitcase!
Okay, somebody needs
to, like, deescalate.
You're gonna tell me that?
You of all people
gonna fuckin' tell me that?
Deescalate my ball sack,
Taylor.
What else have you forgotten
to tell us about, huh?
Maybe it's time to have
a real good look around.
- Jesus.
- You want a spill?
There's a spill.
What should we rate it, huh?
Stage seven suitcase
some fuckin' something
stupid fucking
piece-of-shit disaster?
Uh, Kirin, if you steal my IP,
I will have to send
a cease and desist.
- Anybody hungry?
- My God!
- Oh!
- Oh!
Oh, my God!
Peanut butter.
A third-tier nut butter,
but I... I am not complaining.
You found all this?
Oh, no, not me.
Raf did.
Raf, oh, thank you!
But hey, stop burying
the lede, brother.
Oh, right.
There's beer and more of it
at the bunker.
Oh, my God!
Let's go!
Hey, Kirin.
A lifeblood?
Yeah, thanks.
Hey, you don't drink.
Yeah, but then
I thought about it.
And does that even
make any sense?
Cheers.
Guys, thanks be to Raf.
To Raf!
Hey, hey, Raf, Raf, Raf!
Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf!
Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf,
Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf,
Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf,
Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf!
Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf,
Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf!
Rafael Garcia.
That's you, right?
You're good to go.
Ay, Mari.
Thank you.
Sure.
Uh, Raf, you won't
be able to head stateside
until the hold
on your visa is lifted,
but I don't think
it'll take long.
And Marisol can get
your homework for you
so you don't fall behind.
I know how important
that is to you.
Oh, and if the immigration
stuff gets too sticky...
Mm.
...here's a good organization
to contact.
I have a lawyer friend
who knows the CBP in and out.
He says they're
a great resource.
Hey.
Are we...
are we, like, okay?
Yeah.
- Mom.
- Hmm?
Can you turn it up?
I think this is Martha Molinar.
Yeah.
It's like I always
used to need someone else.
...to make me feel whole...
...to make me feel...
...a little less lost.
But I know better now.
It never leads anywhere good.
Well, that doesn't exactly
bode well,
like, for me.
Meaning?
I'm asking you to trust me,
to go along with me here,
to think that I'm not
completely insane
and that I'm working
to free us both.
But it just doesn't sound like
you're prepared to do that.
No.
I'm not.
But it doesn't seem like I have
much of a choice here, do I?
I'm gonna get us
out of here, Raf.
I swear to fucking God.
Hey, hey!
Hey, what are you doing?
You can't be here.
Leah.
Hi.
She's fine.
Uh, please, have a seat.
I've got a great story
for you.
Okay.
Would you like to hear it?
Yes, please.
Once upon a time,
two plane crashes were staged.
All of the victims were dosed
and stranded on two islands,
eight on one,
eight on the other.
Though that number
was subject to change.
I met Rafael tonight.
We've been catching up.
But you already knew that,
didn't you?
You've got eyes on us
all the time.
There's no way I would
have been allowed to stay
in that room
if there wasn't something
that you wanted from him.
Something you can't
seem to get.
Something you think I can.
You're not in charge here.
I mean, that's, like,
painfully obvious.
But I want you
to tell whoever is...
...that I can get them
what they need.
But there's something
I want too.
Beep, beep, coming through!
Rafael Garcia.
And where are you
coming from today?
My home in Tijuana.
Where are you going?
To school in San Diego.
But where did you think
you were going?
When you boarded that plane,
where do you think
you were headed?
Answer the question.
I don't know
how much time I have.
Where did you think
that plane was taking you,
and what exactly do you
remember about it going down?
To... to Hawaii.
To a retreat, but... but...
And then there was
a mechanical failure, right?
Or something that felt
like a mechanical failure?
Did... did they give you
anything to eat on the flight?
I don't know.
Can you just stop?
Was there cake?
Was there dessert?
Maybe, yes.
Yeah, I think there was cake.
But can... can you stop
and tell me who you are
and what the fuck
you're doing here?
I'm you.
I am you.
I mean, obviously,
I'm not you-you.
But everything that you
have been through,
the same thing
happened to me.
The plane crash, the island,
the ending up here.
Same sandals, same sweatpants,
same nightmare.
Okay, don't take this
the wrong way,
but I really think
I should go get somebody.
No, don't, don't, don't.
Don't.
Nobody behind this door
is actually here to help you.
This place, this situation,
this whole mind-fucking saga
that you've been trapped in
for I don't know how long,
it's all a setup.
The plane crash
wasn't an accident.
This isn't
a coast guard station.
Our parents aren't
coming to get us.
This is a prison,
and if we have any chance
of getting out of here,
like, any at all, I'm going
to need you to talk to me.
Okay, I know how it sounds
and how I sound saying it,
but that awareness,
that has got to count
for something, right?
And I am aware.
I am, like, nauseously aware
of how crazy
I must seem right now.
Not just crazy.
Afraid.
I am.
All right.
I'm either agreeing
to this for real,
or I'm just humoring you
until you disappear.
Which one is it?
Trying to figure
that out myself.
So...
...what do you want to know?
Everything.
We were all lost,
all eight of us.
Not that I was worse off,
but for me, it kind of felt,
like, double lost.
Lost inside of a lost place.
What the fuck am I even doing?
You're helping me
save your life.
That's what you're doing.
Every single thing you tell me,
it's like a...
it's like another rung in
the ladder leading out of here.
Okay, and I'm trying
to buy into that,
but I don't even know
your name.
Leah.
It's Leah.
Just checking.
I'm Raf.
Yo!
The fuck you lookin' at?
I can't wash off
for five minutes
without some perv trying to get
a look at my dick, huh?
Wh... what? What?
You were watching me.
You still are.
- You little dick-looker.
- I wasn't.
I... I didn't even know
you were out there.
It's like you can't
look away, man.
Fuckin' shameless.
Maybe... maybe put
your pants back on.
Hey, hey, hey.
Don't put this back on me.
That's what you call, uh,
blaming the victim.
Honestly, Kirin,
I wasn't looking at you.
I... I would never do that.
Honestly, Rafe,
I'm not real clear on what
you would or wouldn't do
'cause I don't know
shit about you.
We've been here
for, what, four days
and you've said
maybe 11 words tops.
So excuse me if I can't
rule out the possibility
that you might peep
the occasional dick.
I have a fucking girlfriend!
Whoa!
Okay, noted.
But you do know this
isn't about that, right?
I don't give a shit
if you're gay.
This is about privacy.
I'm not gay. I...
I repeat.
Definitely not about that.
But if that is something
you're looking to prove,
screaming at the top
of your lungs
that you have a girlfriend
doesn't help.
Seems a little desperate.
Kirin, I am...
I am nothing.
I am... I'm nothing
you're saying that I am.
I'm just...
I'm going.
So you spent
a lot of time alone?
At first, I guess.
And the others,
they... they considered you
to be sort of quiet?
Why are you looking at me as if
that's some sort of red flag?
Well, in my experience,
out there...
if someone was quiet,
on their own a lot...
...it meant they were
hiding something.
Yeah, well, it wasn't
some slick cover,
just a good old
personality flaw.
He did seem
pretty skeptical, though,
about what you were doing.
And why is it so hard
for you to explain yourself?
Because, like,
I was just sitting there,
and...'cause...
I don't know.
I mean, I didn't know...
Didn't know what?
Me.
My life before...
...was... was...
...there was darkness.
There was haze.
The days were so tiring,
so repetitive,
it all just
kind of blurred together...
...like a fog...
...hanging heavy in my head.
Rafael, this is third period.
You're not in my class
until sixth.
Oh, right, right.
Perdón.
I... I'm sorry.
A fog so thick,
even I couldn't
see myself through it.
Only one thing was clear.
Only one thing made sense.
Only one thing made me
feel like I made sense.
And there I was
stuck on that island,
thousands of miles
away from it.
So like I said...
Lost in a lost place.
You have some experience
with that?
You have no idea.
Shift's up.
- Can I tag you in?
- Yeah.
Did she sleep at all?
Shit, that's four days.
Yeah, can't tell
where her mind is, you know,
or what made her
want to take her own life.
I wouldn't waste
your time wondering.
Maybe her head's
in the clouds.
Maybe she's fantasizing
about her geriatric boyfriend.
What matters is,
she's alive
and she's finally
fucking quiet.
Deepest apologies,
but I'm not gonna be pressed
over her sad little case
of insomnia.
You know
what would have helped?
A benzo.
But she hoovered them all
before we made her
puke 'em out,
so it looks like she dug
her own grave on that one.
Yeah, Fatin.
She almost did.
I'm sorry.
But I'm done with her.
- I don't think you mean that.
- I don't?
No, I know shit talk
when I hear it,
and you don't mean that.
All right.
Well, we had you scheduled
to watch her later,
but maybe I'll just
pull a double shift.
Thank you.
Hey, happy to play nurse
to Rachel,
you know,
if you need me to.
I got all the time
in the world for that one.
Let's go.
I'm not gonna
sit here being pitied.
Let's go.
Are we, uh... are we feeling
optimistic about that?
Absolutely fucking not.
Whoops.
Look at me making a racket like
some kind of amateur, I swear.
I usually got
a much softer foot.
Shh, shh.
You're gonna scare it.
If the trap didn't hold,
it might bolt out.
Stay here.
Oh, you got him good,
Martha.
He's a beauty.
You know,
I really thought that
I might be able to lend
some expertise today,
but turns out,
I'm a little obsolete.
- Oh, sorry.
- No, don't apologize.
I'm in awe, and besides, I can
still provide moral support,
and that's what Toni
thought you might need anyway.
Toni told you
to come with me?
We sort of decided together,
I guess.
She was telling me
about your rabbits
and, uh, the shelties
you used to have,
and we both just got
to thinking how...
tough it must be,
you know, loving animals
the way that you do and...
still coming
out here every day,
taking on so much
just so that we can eat.
What else has Toni
said about me?
I don't know.
Lots of things, I guess.
But only in the spirit
of helping you out, you know?
And speaking for myself, I...
...I know how hard it is to,
um...
to put your values aside
or change them
faster than you might
be ready for.
We just want
to be there for you.
Yeah, I know.
Thanks.
Um...
...we should go.
He's not gonna last us
very long.
Starvation is a notoriously
horrific way to die.
Right up there
with radiation poisoning
- and crucifixion...
- Jesus, could you not?
No one's fuckin'
starving to death.
This can't be all
that's left, can it?
- That seems impossible.
- Yeah, I'm sorry.
I just, uh... it can't end
like this for me.
I mean, my mom
doesn't even know
where to look for my novella,
so how am I
supposed to be
published posthumously, hmm?
It's on my Google Drive,
Mother.
Just click on the second folder
marked "Novella W-I-P."
Shut up, Taylor!
We'll be fine.
We just need to slow down
on the food
since obviously,
rescue's not...
...since they're taking
longer than we thought.
We can play a game,
like, as a distraction.
I always play my Xbox
when I want
to stop snacking
on refined sugars.
My nutritionist
encourages it.
Not a bad call.
Any suggestions?
- Hell no.
- Oh, maybe a theater game.
Something that will expose us.
- Definitely no theater.
- Okay, awesome.
How about
two truths and a lie?
Sounds cool.
I'll play.
- Yes, Rafe all day.
- Hey.
Take a seat. It's "Raf."
Get out of here.
Raf?
- Yeah.
- I love it.
Anyway, you know
the game, right?
You say two truths and a lie,
and then we guess
which is which.
Where you're from, they might
call it something different,
like dos verdades...
das verdades...
You know, I think I...
I think I get it.
Okay.
So, like, uh,
I go to school in San Diego,
but I live in Tijuana.
Ah, that one's true.
He's a crosser.
It's actually really admirable.
Raf, man, you're not
supposed to say something
that somebody can
immediately confirm.
That's just bad gameplay.
Unless he and Josh
are colluding.
Oh, shit, fuck.
I love a good game of wits.
Please, continue.
Secondly...
my girlfriend's family
actually owns
this salsa company.
- That's bullshit.
- But is it, though?
First off, it's bullshit
that anyone would bring salsa
on a weekend retreat
to begin with.
Oh, I can only eat
the low-acid kind.
Wasn't sure if they'd have any.
But your girlfriend being heir
to the Veracruz Salsa company
is an even bigger load of shit.
And lastly...
...I secretly like
to look at people's dicks.
He admitted it.
Holy shit.
Rafe here was lurking
like a sicko,
trying to sneak a peek
at my dicko.
Wait, no, that...
that one was the lie.
That was the whole point.
Wait, wait, wait, so your
girlfriend does in fact own
a publicly traded
salsa company?
Yeah, yes.
Yeah, her dad owns stake
in the parent company.
So that one is the lie,
and you are a dick looker.
Jesus, no.
I just...
- Oh. I'm so sorry!
- Oh.
What the fuck?
- Oh!
- I'm so sorry!
You tool!
We could have eaten that!
I'm so sorry!
I am so sorry!
Nobody move.
Don't touch that.
Uh, can I?
Thank you.
Could somebody
please explain to me
what in the absolute caucasity
this man is doing?
Grabbing shots for his
ridiculous social media feed.
Not having to hear about Spillz
was the lone silver lining
of this place,
and now...
tarnished.
Wait, wait, wait, Seth,
you're... you're Spillz?
You're, like, the Spillz,
with a Z?
- Guilty.
- What the fuck is Spillz?
Oh, my God.
You haven't heard of Spillz?
It's, like,
this Insta and Twitter
that rates pictures
of spilled food
always with the best
and most hilarious captions.
- Oh, my God.
- It's no big deal.
Yo, yo.
I've heard of that before.
You do brand collabs
and shit like that, huh?
Yo, I bet you get paid.
Don't you?
Oh, wait, what are you
gonna rate the salsa?
Like, a level-five
Sloppy Tsunami?
And what are you
gonna name it?
Well, maybe, like,
a play on pico de gallo.
Maybe, like,
pico de "oh, no."
Fucking lame!
Raf, come here.
What do you think?
I don't know.
I mean, it can't really compete
with my mom's velvet painting
of Selena, but...
- Stop playing.
No, no, and I kind of think
that I could do just as good.
I painted a fruit bowl
in art class,
and Mrs. Wentz said,
"What even is that?"
- I think I'm a natural.
- God, I hate you so much.
Mm-mm-mm.
You love me.
Now would you shut up
and look with me?
The colors are so deep
and so saturated.
I feel physically warmer
when I look at it.
Hmm, specifically,
where do you feel warmer?
Raf, I didn't know
you were here.
How you doing?
You're eating the canapés.
Oh, sorry.
Was I not supposed to?
No, no, no, go to town,
as long as you tell me
what you think.
These are the samples
from the caterer
so that we can choose
our spread for Thursday night.
- I like the chewy ones.
- The pulpo?
I know.
They're to die for.
See, I knew you had
good taste.
Is he coming with us
on Thursday?
No, he's got soccer
in Carlsbad.
Oh, uh, actually, maybe not.
They don't always put me
on the game roster.
What's on Thursday?
Oh, well, we're hosting
a fundraiser/gallery night.
This entire house is gonna be
filled with indigenous art.
Gringos with cash to burn.
AKA valuable benefactors
who are gonna help us
relocate all these pieces
down to the cultural center
in Tijuana
'cause they've been up
in the States for too long.
Wow, that's, uh...
- that's amazing.
- Yeah.
Mi amor,
we have to hit the road.
- I'll see you Thursday.
- Okay.
- Bye.
- Bye.
So what should I wear
to this thing?
I mean, I know I'm mostly
invisible when I'm with you,
but, uh, I don't want to be
a grungy hole in the air.
Hey, where's your, uh...
Oh, I took it off to shower.
I probably just left it
in the bathroom.
- Oye, floating away on me.
- Yeah.
No, I'm just
completely obsessed with it.
What's beautiful about it
is how simple it is.
You know,
a native woman at work,
just a totally
regular moment for her but...
one that could have been erased
or forgotten or whatever,
but that's the incredible thing
about art, you know.
It remembers.
Deep.
Deep into my bullshit.
No, no, I get it.
It's your thing.
Listening to you go off
like that is...
it's amazing.
You should do one of those
TED Talks or whatever.
You.
I love how you
always hype me up.
Do you ever...
you ever think
about what your thing is?
Maybe.
I don't know.
Guess I'll figure it out
eventually.
But if not...
this is pretty great.
You smell so good.
"As her blood warmed,
he drew her closer
and deepened,
deepened the kiss
a whisper at a time
until everything blurred.
She went pliant,
and the sigh she made
was surrender."
Steamy, right?
Like a fresh pile
of shit.
I mean, an entire book
about hornball wedding planners
in some snobby fuckin' town
called "Green-wich,"
Connecticut.
"Grennich."
And that's not the only one.
Apparently, there's four
in the series.
Four of these turds?
I can't even get
one sequel of District 9,
and the world gets
four of these shit cakes.
Why don't you just give it
a few more pages?
Maybe it'll hook you.
It's a hot little romp.
People actually enjoy
this activity,
holding open
a big stack of paper
and just moving their eyes
back and forth
and back and forth?
God.
Toni, help me out.
Fatin is trying
to convince me
that I might actually
enjoy reading
this skid mark
of a romance book.
Oh, hell yeah.
I love that one.
Get the fuck out.
I'm not, like,
a Martha-level superfan.
That's, like, super
straight and white.
But I don't know, I kind of
like all the wedding shit.
You kind of like the what?
The wedding-planning stuff.
Gets me thinking what I want
for mine, you know?
A big-ass buttercream cake,
flowers all over the place,
a fancy fuckin' dinner.
Wait, what's it called
when it's not a buffet?
Plated, a plated dinner.
I want all that shit.
This is incredible.
Who are you?
Who are any of you?
Why am I a stranger
in a strange land?
Uh-oh.
I know what's wrong with you.
Your dependents walked off,
the shelter is put in place,
and for the first time ever,
Dorothy has nothing to do.
And that's a problem
because she sucks at leisure.
She's fine at leisure.
Mm.
Where you going?
To do leisure.
Are you okay?
I'm sorry, Leah,
for the other day.
I went off on you so hard.
Something just sort of broke.
And to think
that I might have...
...to think that I might
have pushed you...
Rachel, you didn't.
And I didn't.
I don't think I actually
meant to, like, end it all.
I think I just wanted
to stop feeling.
I know.
It's the fucking worst.
I will say,
and yes, I'm absolutely
asking the universe
to slap me back down, but...
...right now,
doing useful shit,
I kind of feel okay.
Bold of you to say that
out loud.
Yeah, I'm regretting it
already.
I'm feeling better too,
by the way.
It's like...
I forgot that my blood
wants to circulate.
Leah.
You really want
to get it pumping?
- What is that?
- Let's find out.
No, no.
No.
Shit, shit.
Ow, ow.
Ow.
Ow, fuck, ow!
Fuck!
Fuck, fuck.
Raf!
- Ow!
- What the fuck?
- They're all over me!
- Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
- Fuck! Ow!
- Pants off now, come on.
Now, now, let's go.
Let's go.
- Let's go.
- Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Ah!
Oh, fuck me.
Oh, Jesus, it fucking stings.
Yeah.
- Ow! Fuck.
- It's working.
We're getting 'em.
We're getting 'em.
You're okay.
Oh!
Oh, shit.
God.
So you were swarmed
by fire ants.
Tell me, Rafael,
how do... how do you feel?
Not great.
I feel like I almost got eaten
alive over this thing that...
...might only matter to me.
Well, my therapist would say
there's a lot to unpack there.
But I... I hate my therapist,
so maybe we can
just let it lie.
This is just not my day.
- Mm.
- Like, at all.
You should ask Scotty and Bo
about the ant bites.
They're from
the Florida sticks.
I'm sure
they've seen a few.
And Josh probably has
ten different creams.
Yeah, well,
I'm not really sure
where I stand with those guys.
Do you want my read
of the situation?
Everyone's fuckin' afraid.
Unknowns are crazy scary,
and this island
is a big gaping unknown,
and I mean, no offense,
but so are you.
But people just want to put
other people on the map.
Take my stepbro Henry,
for instance.
He's the prince
of fuckin' darkness,
but you can still map him.
Gothy e-boy
is a known quantity,
which makes him
entirely unscary, but...
...you're a different story,
you know?
I mean, we just got
to get you on the map.
You make it sound
like it's easy.
Let's go.
Let's go.
Where?
Track down some food,
fruit, berries,
I don't know.
There's got to be
some goods out there.
You can be the guy
that brings snacks.
Everybody loves that guy.
Everybody.
Ooh!
What's this about, heartbreaker?
You trying that on for homecoming?
Babe.
Mm.
Look at your boy, my God!
He looks like his dad, no?
You come from a long, long line of
Garcias who look incredible in suits.
This doesn't surprise me.
Thanks, yeah... But no.
I, um... I actually have
an event tonight,
and it's kind of formal, so...
Rafael, but it's Thursday.
Your father works third shift,
so you work the stand with me.
That's how it goes,
that's what we agreed on.
I know, I know, I'm sorry...
I would, but like...
...it's kind of a big deal.
How's it a big deal if we
haven't heard about it?
That school of yours sends emails
about every little thing.
No, it's not a school thing...
It's, like,
a Chicano art show.
At the Núñezes' house.
Ay.
No, it's just...
it's... they're...
they're trying
to raise money
to bring Mexican culture
back to Tijuana,
so it's important.
Here's what I get, Rafael.
I get that you quit soccer
to spend more time with that girl.
I get that your head is full of fantasies
about her and her family.
That you're getting C's in four classes.
What you don't seem to be getting
is that the Núñezes and their paintings
don't pay your tuition.
Well, the Núñezes
are actually major donors
to the scholarship fund,
so they kind of do.
Hey...
You aren't better than us.
Hurry up!
Take these tamales to the truck.
Wait for your mother.
This is what
I'm supposed to be doing,
going up there,
meeting people like them.
I mean, that's why you
sent me to the school
in the first place, isn't it?
And, you know, it actually
reflects good on you
that they even want me there.
You shut up, and you listen
because it's important that you hear this.
That girl...
...is going to forget you.
Her family is going to forget you.
She's gonna go off to some pretty little
college on the other side of the country
and you will never see her again.
I might make shit money,
but I bet every cent of it
that that's what happens.
You don't know anything.
We'll see, but in the meantime
take the tamales to the truck
and wait for your mother.
Move it.
I have no idea
what I'm doing, but...
look at these bad boys.
Wonder if they're okay to eat.
Yeah, there's a rhyme
for berries, um, I think.
What is it?
Uh, uh, purple and blue,
good for you.
White and yellow,
kill a fellow.
Guess you're not totally
clueless about the outdoors.
Yeah, well, Henry actually
taught me that rhyme.
Yeah, the little knowledge
I have actually came from him.
Kid was a serious Boy Scout
back in the day.
He knows how to tie, like,
60 different kinds of knots.
Oh, didn't even know
there were that many.
Yeah.
Yeah.
He used to, um, tie
my headphone cords together
just to fuck with me,
but, um, AirPods, so...
Yeah, you guys don't seem
all that close.
Yeah.
Is it that obvious, huh?
What?
Up there.
Oh.
Okay.
What the fuck did you find?
Fuck.
Come on, come on,
come on, come on.
Sweets?
No.
Go away! Go away!
Fuck.
Hey, man.
I'm so sorry.
What the fuck is wrong with you?!
I said I'm sorry.
Fucking brat!
Don't you know how to pay attention?
Fuck you, man.
I said it was an accident.
Hey, over here.
Fuck!
Got him.
Holy shit.
Get that.
Get it.
You ready?
Yeah.
Um, what do you...
what do you think's in there?
Considering
my track record today,
it's probably a portal to hell.
I'll go first.
Okay.
Andiamo.
Seth?
Seth?
Rafael Garcia,
I am pleased to inform you
that your shit day
has just turned into gold.
Get down here.
Dude.
Mother lode, right?
Give me that box.
Give me that box.
Holy shit!
Oh, my fucking God.
Dude!
What?
Where do you think
it came from?
I don't know.
Looks like this place was used
to do some kind
of wildlife study.
Last data entry's from 2006.
Do you think any
of the food is still good?
Oh, yeah, expiration dates
are just suggestions
on things like...
Lifeblood.
Water?
Well, yeah, but also...
...lifeblood.
This, this is all you, man.
We found this because of you.
So don't go doubting your
instincts on me, all right,
because you got
some good ones.
- Seriously.
- Thanks.
Yeah.
Call who you need to.
Hola, sí, bueno.
Bueno, sí.
Rafa?
Raf...
No one was home.
Anyone else you can call?
Hey, stranger.
Everything all right?
Mm-hmm, just trying
to skin them downwind.
Doesn't always smell so great.
Are you sure you're okay
with me and Shelby hanging out
and everything?
'Cause she told me that maybe
you weren't feeling so...
Shelby told you,
you told Shelby, that...
that is what
I'm not okay with.
My shit is my shit,
and I want it to stay that way.
Martha, I would never say
anything about anything
that you wouldn't
tell her yourself.
Not on my life
would I do that.
How about you just
tell her nothing, you know?
- To be on the safe side.
- Yeah, of course.
Whatever you need.
Sorry.
I don't mean to be...
Nah, it's cool.
It's all cool.
I'm so proud of you.
Why?
You've gotten so strong.
You're like a fuckin' warrior.
Whoop, whoop!
Surprise!
Yeah, surprise they
didn't murder each other
- in cold blood.
- Where'd that come from?
- Pulled it out of the water.
- What the hell's in it?
Take a look.
Bet you'll like it.
Or at least be, like, mildly
amused and confused by it.
Party supplies?
Um...
...an old person's party,
an old person named Barbara.
Why on earth are y'all
acting disappointed?
I mean, look at these.
That... yeah, plastic forks.
Yeah, but they're, like,
the fancy plastic.
Like, full-on
dishwasher safe.
And aren't you excited to eat
with a frickin' fork again?
Oh, my God.
How precious are these?
They're plates.
You're gonna lose
your girlfriend
to this kitschy party shit.
I mean, can you
get her off like this?
This Barbara
knows how to party.
You know, honestly,
I'm not sure.
This is a real heat check
for me.
Hey, Fatin, there might be
something for you yet.
Okay, I take back
all negative commentary.
Barbara,
you're a fucking legend.
Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.
Is this what I think it is?
Oh, it's a piñata.
And candy!
Holy shit, Babs, you were gonna
beat up your boss in effigy?
Yeah, I can't tell whether
that's punk rock or disturbing.
Both.
You okay, Leah?
Yeah, no.
I'm... I'm...
Yeah, I'm sorry.
It's just the piñata.
My dad has this friend
named Top Ramen.
His name is actually Paul,
but we call him Top Ramen
because this one time
on a ski trip,
he got very drunk
and snorted, like, ten lines
of ramen seasoning.
The piñata looks just like him.
Wow.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Look, you know Dot's gonna
want to inventory the shit
- out of all this.
- Yeah, where is Dot?
Hey, Boy Scout.
Don't you know
how to make a fire?
Yes, but only with a ferro rod.
A what?
It's a rod-shaped tool
often made of synthetic alloy
or magnesium.
Okay, you can stop.
Bo-Bo, you crashing, man?
Only a little.
Hey.
Oh, man.
Man, that's funny.
I swear to God, Josh.
If you're laughing
about something you saw
- on fucking Spillz again.
- I'm sorry.
It just keeps
popping into my head.
There was this one photo...
there's tikka masala
all over someone's
computer keyboard...
- Stop!
- Shut up!
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God!
I forgot about my kids.
Okay, I'll bite.
Tell me about these kids,
Joshua.
I put them in my bag,
and I hid them
in one of my socks.
Sour Patch Kids?
Who the hell
just calls them Kids?
- Doesn't everybody?
- Absolutely not.
- But you know what? I love it.
- Yeah, me too.
It brings cannibalism into the
experience in a more real way.
Yeah, I'd like to cannibalize
a few right now, actually.
Hey, Joshua,
may I have a child?
Um, shoot.
I, uh... I forgot
I already ate most of them.
Tut! Shh!
The fuck?
A lighter?
You had this all along?
Uh...
yeah, right.
Um, that's actually for my...
my ear candle in case
I get too waxy...
You fuckin' moron!
All this time,
we've been freezing,
and here we could have had
a campfire.
But no, you've been
too busy yukking it up
over that smarty-farty's
dumb little website
to remember you had
a goddamn lighter
in your goddamn suitcase!
Okay, somebody needs
to, like, deescalate.
You're gonna tell me that?
You of all people
gonna fuckin' tell me that?
Deescalate my ball sack,
Taylor.
What else have you forgotten
to tell us about, huh?
Maybe it's time to have
a real good look around.
- Jesus.
- You want a spill?
There's a spill.
What should we rate it, huh?
Stage seven suitcase
some fuckin' something
stupid fucking
piece-of-shit disaster?
Uh, Kirin, if you steal my IP,
I will have to send
a cease and desist.
- Anybody hungry?
- My God!
- Oh!
- Oh!
Oh, my God!
Peanut butter.
A third-tier nut butter,
but I... I am not complaining.
You found all this?
Oh, no, not me.
Raf did.
Raf, oh, thank you!
But hey, stop burying
the lede, brother.
Oh, right.
There's beer and more of it
at the bunker.
Oh, my God!
Let's go!
Hey, Kirin.
A lifeblood?
Yeah, thanks.
Hey, you don't drink.
Yeah, but then
I thought about it.
And does that even
make any sense?
Cheers.
Guys, thanks be to Raf.
To Raf!
Hey, hey, Raf, Raf, Raf!
Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf!
Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf,
Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf,
Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf,
Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf!
Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf,
Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf!
Rafael Garcia.
That's you, right?
You're good to go.
Ay, Mari.
Thank you.
Sure.
Uh, Raf, you won't
be able to head stateside
until the hold
on your visa is lifted,
but I don't think
it'll take long.
And Marisol can get
your homework for you
so you don't fall behind.
I know how important
that is to you.
Oh, and if the immigration
stuff gets too sticky...
Mm.
...here's a good organization
to contact.
I have a lawyer friend
who knows the CBP in and out.
He says they're
a great resource.
Hey.
Are we...
are we, like, okay?
Yeah.
- Mom.
- Hmm?
Can you turn it up?
I think this is Martha Molinar.
Yeah.
It's like I always
used to need someone else.
...to make me feel whole...
...to make me feel...
...a little less lost.
But I know better now.
It never leads anywhere good.
Well, that doesn't exactly
bode well,
like, for me.
Meaning?
I'm asking you to trust me,
to go along with me here,
to think that I'm not
completely insane
and that I'm working
to free us both.
But it just doesn't sound like
you're prepared to do that.
No.
I'm not.
But it doesn't seem like I have
much of a choice here, do I?
I'm gonna get us
out of here, Raf.
I swear to fucking God.
Hey, hey!
Hey, what are you doing?
You can't be here.
Leah.
Hi.
She's fine.
Uh, please, have a seat.
I've got a great story
for you.
Okay.
Would you like to hear it?
Yes, please.
Once upon a time,
two plane crashes were staged.
All of the victims were dosed
and stranded on two islands,
eight on one,
eight on the other.
Though that number
was subject to change.
I met Rafael tonight.
We've been catching up.
But you already knew that,
didn't you?
You've got eyes on us
all the time.
There's no way I would
have been allowed to stay
in that room
if there wasn't something
that you wanted from him.
Something you can't
seem to get.
Something you think I can.
You're not in charge here.
I mean, that's, like,
painfully obvious.
But I want you
to tell whoever is...
...that I can get them
what they need.
But there's something
I want too.
Beep, beep, coming through!