The Resort (2022) s01e08 Episode Script

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Previously on "The Resort"
- I want to get answers.
- I'm gonna bring some closure.
- What if there are no answers?
- Well, there have to be
Otherwise what is the fucking point?
I have memory leakage.
- "Leakage"?
- Yeah, from my ears.
Our memory, that's all we have.
When you allow yourself to remember,
seemingly random pieces fall into place.
"Vi, meet me here. Love, Mom."
She believed that you hid
the location of Pasaje in this book.
A room outside of time.
I need to find it.
My daughter wanted to spend
Christmas here
but doesn't want to spend it with me.
Mezcal, on the house.
Noah, I'm going to
go in there if I find it.
I am not gonna just stand by
and let my wife walk into
We're supposed to be
two separate people.
Do you want to be married to me anymore?
I'm obsessed with trying to remember
the last thing that I said to Violet.
What do you need, Emma?
I'm fine.
So what now?
We go in.
Stop it.
No mames.
This appears to be an obstacle.
Is this it?
Mm, I don't think so.
What do we do now?
Maybe swim across?
- Shit.
- Yeah, indeed, shit.
All this water had to come
from someplace.
What if we, uh, walk
along the, um, edge here?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- What the fuck is this?
- What?
Holy shit.
- Huh. That's
- That's pretty convenient.
Okay.
Let's pull.
- Whoa, whoa, no.
- Wait, maybe we shouldn't mess
with anything until we know
who put this here.
Maybe you put it here, Noah,
or maybe I did
or maybe Sam and Violet,
or maybe it's not even here.
- What?
- Yeah.
- Okay, keep going.
- Keep going, keep going.
What the fuck is that?
Are you gonna pull?
Yes, I'm sorry.
Thank you.
Is that daylight?
So this is Pasaje?
- I don't feel anything.
- Yeah, me neither.
How the fuck did we miss this?
I don't know what we're
even expecting to find here.
In a hurricane,
we'd be underwater right now.
Hey! Over here!
- I found a tunnel.
- There's one over here, too.
Hell, yeah.
Holler if you find something, anything.
- Okay.
- I want to know either way.
It's warm.
Violet?
Violet!
Violet!
So
what happened to your face?
What happened to your fucking face?
- Shut up.
- What do you mean?
The scar under you eye, Murray.
Looks like dried cum.
Well, the story begins when
you left me for dead in Pomuch.
- You had no pulse.
- Ah, fair point.
Did you know there are 12,544 resorts
with over 627,000 rooms
in the Yucatán Peninsula?
That doesn't seem accurate.
I went to every single one
of them looking for Violet.
I also called in every favor
I had earned
after giving 27 years of my life
working for the U.S. government,
but eventually everybody gave up.
So one day, I walked out
into the jungle,
looked around and
I don't know.
Everything kind of just shut off.
I lost myself.
But then I found myself
bouncing along on the bed
of a U.S. military truck
An REO M35 that had been decommissioned
and sold to a network
of socialist guerilla fighters.
The Frente Farabundo Martí
Para la Liberación Nacional.
- I've heard of them.
- Yeah, they're great.
Operating back in those days
in the political wilds of El Salvador.
I can't divulge much about the next year
other than I impersonated
an exterminator
and embedded myself
in a certain communist regime.
I'm talking about Cuba.
- It's pronounced Coo-ba.
- Cuba.
I'm talking about
the island nation of Cuba.
And I engaged in a brief
but very passionate affair
with the stepdaughter of a man
it's best not to name.
- Who's that?
- Rhymes with fool-iani.
I was required to make a hasty exit,
so I found an abandoned
shipping container
outside of Havana that I could squat in.
It turned out it was still operational,
which I discovered
one morning when I awoke
and felt the sea rolling underneath me.
I was locked inside for days,
maybe weeks I don't know.
And in that darkness,
all of my memories were all that I had
Rita, the freckles on her back
that looked like stars,
the smell of Violet's hair
when she would hug me.
And that's when it hit me
What the fuck was I doing?
I'm her dad.
It was my only job to find her
and protect her.
- And I'd given up.
- Yeah, you did.
So with every ounce of will
I could summon,
plus one copper penny,
a small packet of yellow mustard,
and a bit of personal bile,
I was able to effect an escape
from that shipping container.
I commandeered a Norwegian family's
44-million-krone sailboat,
set a course due south
around the Cape of Good Hope,
and headed straight for Quintana Roo,
where this all began.
Hmm.
And how the fuck did you get that scar?
What?
Eggs?
Wait.
Hang on!
I got it.
Holy shit.
Oh, hol hol
Hold that bastard still.
I'll puncture him
in the Jacobson's organ.
Back off!
I'm tired of being assaulted by symbols.
You you do have
four noses.
Are we done here?
Good.
No. No, no, no, no, fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Violet!
- Sam?
- Violet, can you hear me?
Yeah, yeah. I'm over here.
- Where are you?
- Can you hear me?
Sam.
- Can you see my light?
- Yeah, I see.
- Hey.
- Sam.
- Hey.
- Sam, hi.
- Hi.
- How'd you find me?
- Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm okay.
- You're not hurt?
- Yeah, I'm good.
- Okay.
- Are you okay?
Yeah. We got to get out of here.
- It's starting to get bad.
- Yes, please.
Why'd you ditch me?
I didn't ditch you. I left a note.
What note? What are you talking about?
- It's in your shoe.
- Which shoe?
The right one. I don't know.
Why would you put it in a shoe?
- 'Cause it was there.
- Where else would I put it?
- What did it say?
- I don't know.
It doesn't really matter.
Can we can we go?
Okay. How did it go?
- You find Pasaje?
- No.
Okay.
- We can get out over here.
- Okay.
This is
Man, it looks like almost
like cookie dough, right?
It's kind of like cookie dough.
One up there that look like a nipple.
Ew.
- What?
- Oh, my God.
A bat shit on me.
What? No. I-I doubt a bat shat on
Oh, what the fuck?
- Oh, my God.
- Oh, no, no.
- What the fuck?
- Oh, my God!
No, no, no, no!
- Move, move, move, move, move!
- Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
- Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
- Move, move, move!
Fuck you, bats! Go, go, go, go, go, go!
Oh, my God. Dude, no!
- Ah!
- Oh, my God.
Wait.
But it's good luck
to be shit on by a bat, right?
That sounds like something
a bat would say.
Wait. What?
Shit. It's a dead end.
Oh, hello. Maybe not.
Holy shit.
Shit. I-I could've sworn
it was right here.
- There's nothing here.
- Listen
No, there's there's got to be
another way out.
- Okay. Okay.
- Hold on one second.
I didn't see anything.
It's okay. We'll figure something out.
I'm really sorry.
No, no, it's okay. It's okay.
- What's that?
- What?
- Okay.
- Okay. Um, hold this.
Yeah. Yeah.
I'm gonna, like, parkour to the
Okay.
- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm okay.
Okay. Um
Hey, you know what?
Actually, let me let me
give you a little boost.
That's, like, 20 feet in the air, Noah.
First off,
it's, like, 12 feet in the air,
and you're gonna stand
on my shoulders, come on.
I have been working out so much.
Maybe it's just for this moment
right here, so
- You sure?
- Yeah, come on. Let's go.
- Okay.
- Yeah.
- Okay. You ready?
- Yeah.
One, two, three.
Oh, goddamn. Okay.
Oh, dear fuck.
The tunnel keeps going.
Can you lift me a little higher?
I can almost crawl inside.
Okay, let's just wait for
the other guys to get here.
- I can do it.
- I just can't get up on my own.
Please.
- Ready?
- Yeah.
Go!
You good?
Well, this is a kind of shitty way
to end a pretty great vacation.
Pretty stupid for you
to follow me in here.
All in all, I think
still better than talking to Hanna
about her professor's penis.
- Help!
- Help!
This is gonna kill my dad.
Wow. It's really, um
it's really tight back here.
Em?
I have to check this out, okay?
Oh, uh, okay.
Oh, sorry.
Um here, give me your hand.
I can, um I can pull you up.
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Okay.
Ah, shit.
Okay, wait. Let me
- Ah, shit.
- You okay?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm fine.
Okay, uh
you go ahead.
Um, I'll be here.
Uh, just keep talking to me
so I know you're okay.
Okay?
- Okay.
- Okay.
You seeing anything?
Not yet.
The tunnel keeps getting smaller.
Uh, o Wait. How small?
I'm okay.
I'm okay.
Okay, uh, you know,
maybe you should turn around now, yeah?
What do I do? What do I do?
What do I do?
Shit.
Okay. It's okay. Okay.
Emma, please, please, would you just,
like, keep talking to me.
I'm okay. It's fine. It's fine.
It's not that much farther,
and I-I can see the other side.
Okay, Emma, I can't
I can't hear you.
So speak up.
Emma?
What's going on? You're not talking.
No, no, no. No. No. No.
What are you doing? Please,
please, keep talking to me.
It's okay if you need to tell
me that you're not okay,
so please tell me if you're not okay.
I'm not okay.
I'm not I'm not okay.
I'm I'm I'm stuck.
What? Are you serious?
- Yeah.
- Um, okay. Uh
- Help!
- Noah.
Stay calm. I got you.
- Just just
- Noah, I'm really scared.
- It's gonna be okay.
- It's gonna be okay.
Vi, it's gonna be okay.
Emma!
Wait. All right, Em, uh
All right, look, just, uh
Remember to, like,
just slow your breathing
relax your muscles,
and just breathe in and out, okay?
In and out.
In and out.
Breathe in
[breathes deeply
Good. Good.
Good. Breathe in and out.
I am right here with you.
Good. Breathe in
Emma?
Emma!
Em!
Emma!
Give me your hand.
I got you. I got you.
All right.
Hey.
Who are you?
Ahh.
I'm okay.
Baltasar, you just saved my life again.
That's four times now.
I'm gonna need you to take a drink.
Mmm.
This is good mezcal.
- Mm.
- Yeah.
I lived in Michoacán for one year,
learning the ways of mezcal
at the Patasacaro distillery.
What do you say?
- "Patasacaro" distillery.
- Pátzcuaro, you mean?
- That is what I said.
- Yeah.
Your Spanish is still very bad
after all these years.
- So I've been told.
- Yeah.
I'm not any good
at making mezcal either,
but they did give me a few
cases before they fired me.
That seems fair.
Dad?
What's going on?
Why do you look like that?
What happened?
I was looking for you.
I'm sorry.
I was looking for you the whole time.
What?
What the fuck's happening right now?
Oh.
You
you haven't told them.
We didn't know what to say.
We thought maybe you could handle that.
- Well, that's I
- That's just not possible.
We were at the resort yesterday morning.
The resort was destroyed
by a hurricane 15 years ago.
- Hand.
- But I-I saw you dance.
Oh, I haven't danced in 15 years, kid.
Okay, well, that would be sad
if it were true, but I saw you.
Y-you were dancing with
a whole bunch of other people,
and then the crazy guy
who owns the resort
elbowed me in the face,
and then that developed
into kind of, like, a
More of a kidnapping situation.
Well, um, Alex walked into the ocean
and drowned 15 years ago.
Whoa, okay, softer touch.
"Softer touch"?
We don't need to be softer
with these guys.
These guys just transcended time.
They're fucking heroes.
It's it's bananas.
What
what do you remember, huh?
What happened when you were
floating there all those years?
I-I don't understand
why you keep saying "years."
We were in there for maybe five minutes.
Well, what happened
when you were floating there
those five minutes?
I, uh
What?
I
I-I don't remember.
Wait. Why did you scratch your ear?
It it itched.
Hey, uh
look, man, I, uh I don't understand
any of this shit either,
but, uh, you know, you're here.
You're alive. That's good.
And, uh
you're gonna be okay.
- Yeah. Thank you.
- Yeah.
Do you have a cell phone I can borrow?
I-I feel like I should call my parents.
Yeah, absolutely.
I mean, I doubt you'll be able
to get any service out here,
but, uh, here you go.
What's this?
Oh, ri sorry. Yeah, yeah,
let me unlock it for you.
All right, there we go.
Is there a keypad?
Right, right, yeah. So, like, here
There's the keypad comes up
here, and it's all just touch.
- Hey.
- Hi.
Thank you.
Did you see her?
Was it worth it?
It still hurts.
Yeah, well, it gets better.
It's always there, but
It gets better.
My parents hung up on me.
They, uh
They thought I was trying
to prank-call them.
I guess I'm just glad
they're still alive.
Yeah.
Violet
want to learn to fire a flare gun?
Wow.
Yeah, and see? It'll linger.
Hopefully somebody's in the area.
Like, I know we're supposed
to be all mature
and cool about this, but
Fuck.
Yeah.
I mean, like, they were
in there for 5 minutes,
and they were out 15 fucking years.
I mean, what if they'd been
in there for, like, 20 minutes?
Why didn't you get in the water?
I didn't want to lose 15 years.
Dad, are we still on for dinner tonight?
Remember, we made a plan.
Right.
Yeah.
Uh, yeah, dinner sounds
I think that'll be fine.
- Yeah?
- Dinner.
Okay.
- Sam, don't point that at me.
- Okay.
And you want to two-hand it
and just do it?
Hmm?
- I'm good.
- No. Good.
Well
we did it.
I guess we're not
terrible detectives after all.
Eh, we're not good ones either, though.
- Hmm.
- Speak for yourself.
You did not fight a snake.
- What?
- You didn't fight a snake.
I did. I-I swear, I
I was holding him so tight,
blood was coming out of of his eyes.
Yeah, but it was,
like, a baby one, right?
Like, a little
It was a-a four-nosed
fucking serpent, Noah.
Hmm? It was huge.
Yeah, dude, I don't know about that.
It was a fucking anaconda.
It all kind of seems
like a bunch of bullshit.
I kind of want to rent a Jet Ski.
Or a banana boat.
Mm.
¿Qué?