All language subtitles for MacGyver (2016) 5x01 - Resort + Desi + Riley + Window Cleaner + Witness (English)

- This is Codex.
- Previously on MacGyver...

A millenarianist doomsday international

terrorist organization...
This threat is real.

What do you say? Breakfast
with your dear old aunt?

Why do you refuse to
see what is happening?

You're compromised.

You are off this mission!

Dad, you used to always

say that the only real failure

is never having tried at all.

I'm gonna try something.

But it means risking everything.

Everyone I love.

I'm sorry.

Angus MacGyver is now
officially an enemy of the state.

- Riles?
- Get in!

- You know you don't have to do this, right?
- What?

And miss all the fun?

Well, well, well.

The fam's all here.

Codex has a nuke!

Welcome back to the Phoenix.

Hilarious.

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Oh. I'm sorry, mate.

Come on, man, watch it, boomer.

What did you say?

Save it.

It shouldn't have worked that fast.

Yes, well, I may have given
him something as a precaution.

- Oh, are you...? Russ, I had it.
- Better safe than sorry.

Just help me with his legs.

Wouldn't have to help you if you'd just

let me handle it.

Get behind this thing. I'm
gonna figure something out.

Pressure is defined

as force exerted per unit area.

And much like the
pressure someone might feel

from, say, an egotistical British boss,

steam creates pressure

when trapped inside a glass bottle.

Given enough heat and time,

the internal pressure
created by the steam

becomes stronger than
the strength of the glass

and it explodes.

Roll him over.

I think our first mission back's

going rather well, don't you?

Agree to disagree.

- Synced and corrected by VitoSilans -
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Finally. He's up.

Well, would have been up hours ago
if someone hadn't double-dosed him.

Yes. No fighting in
front of the hostage.

Where am I? Who are you?

It doesn't matter who we are.

We just need you to make a phone call.

We need you to check us
into the Zurich Grand.

We hear it's a good place
to lay low for a while,

get fixed up. The cops won't touch it.

The problem is, they only
take guests by referral.

Mm-hmm.

And I'm thinking,

a personal recommendation
from a grade A screwup

like yourself would be
just the ticket, hmm?

You obviously don't
know who my father is,

or else you would not be
talking to me like that.

We know who your father is.

We also know that you've
been keeping secrets from him.

I think Vincent Senior will
be very interested to hear

that his son had been using the Grand

to embezzle money from him.

Ten million dollars,

to be exact.

All right, what names are we using?

Well, actually, we aren't the guests.

Okay.

Oh, come on.

Good God.

Your phone's broken.

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Get the door!

Checking in, I presume?

Reservation for

Diaz and Henderson.

Vincent Brul� made it for us.

Ah, Vincent.

Yes, of course.

Friends of Vincent's are
friends of the Zurich Grand.

The Zurich Grand isn't
easy to penetrate.

First you'll meet my friend
Egor at the front desk.

He's the gatekeeper. He's chill.

If you play by the rules.

And there you are.

Would you like us to send
up dinner to your room?

The hotel's ancient.

Goes back about a hundred years or so,

so everything has a code.

"Dinner" means first aid.

We'll take dinner in our room.

Right. Should there be anything further,

the spa is open 24 hours.

"Spa" is a hospital.

Now, for a little housekeeping.

"Housekeeping" is code for security.

No guns, no cell phones,

tablets or electronics of any kind.

See, the Zurich Grand

has a long-standing tradition

of being a peaceful establishment.

Welcome to the Zurich Grand.

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Good workout?

Uh-huh.

Good. Good.

How's the new place?

Oh, it's good. Yeah. I'm all settled.

Oh, great, you're here.

I made you two a reservation.

Uh, a reservation?

Didn't turn out so well last
time we had dinner together.

I got stuffed in a trunk.

- Your apartment got destroyed.
- Oh, and then

- I got dumped. Remember that?
- It's not dinner.

It's a weekend at the
Zurich Grand Resort and Spa.

You're sending us

on a spa retreat?

Ugh.

You don't like spas?

R & R was never my thing.

It's not a vacation.

The Zurich Grand is where the criminal

underworld of Europe hide out.

You two will be going undercover
to extract Paula Matos.

Paula's a money manager for
arms dealer Gustavo Salazar.

The Butcher of Brazil?

Unfortunately, a well-earned
nickname, given the trail

of bodies left in Salazar's wake.

- And what about this Paula Matos?
- Paula

Is a money manager for one of
Salazar's legitimate businesses.

Last year, he pulled her over to
the criminal side of his empire,

and threatened to kill
her son if she talked.

A few weeks ago, Paula
sent her son into hiding,

and she went off the grid.

Our sources tracked
her to the Zurich Grand.

Why would Paula run
to a gangster hideout

if she's fleeing one?

Because all guests

of the Zurich Grand are
guaranteed safety and anonymity

while they get a whole new identity,

bank accounts, a fresh start.

And those new I.D.s
are impossible to track

because of the resort's
rock-solid cybersecurity.

And thanks to Mac and
Taylor's new friend Vincent,

you two will be checking
in to the Zurich Grand

as a criminal team specializing
in high-risk tech heists.

I'm counting on you two
to get in and get Paula

out of there before
she disappears forever.

Just us?

Just you.

I need a technician

and an exfil specialist.

Small team, low profile,

undercover.

- Just us.
- Just us.

We got this.

We got this.

Good luck. Goodbye.

Y'all got this.

Okay, now.

Uh, is something going
on with those two?

When Mac went after Codex,

Riley and Desi were on
opposite sides of that op.

Mac and Taylor were, too.

I mean, you saw it
play out between them.

A trust was broken.

And then we got shut
down by the pandemic.

They need to get their mojo back.

That's why you paired 'em up.

No, they are the right
skill set for this op,

but as an added bonus, it
will force Riley and Desi

and Mac and Taylor into
some one-on-one time.

Hash out what's left unsaid.

That's pretty brilliant.

Or pretty stupid. We'll see.

We do hope the room is entirely
to your satisfaction, ladies.

Good luck with dinner.

Thank you.

But this isn't the first
time I've had to cook for us.

Patching into their system now.

The resort confiscates your electronics

to cut off all contact
with the outside world.

And your rooms have low-tech tablets

that could never hack anything, but...

they won't think to check your guns.

I modified Desi's

magazine case to transmit a signal

connecting you to the Phoenix, so...

you can set up comms and
use the muscle of our servers

to crack their system.

We're in.

All right.

Double-O-Boze has done it again.

Three weeks ago, Paula
checked into the hotel.

Three days later...
had a facial at the spa.

But then, nothing.

I'm gonna run her photo
through facial recognition,

see if these cameras
in here did their job.

That's weird.

After her facial, it's
like she disappeared.

Chez Gustav's?

- Five stars.
- Salmon trout

and pink gamba.

Yeah.

With a side...

of Iranian beluga

caviar.

Yeah. So, what can you tell us

about "facials"?

Ooh.

Facials are gonna cost you.

I figured.

I have ten million
reasons why you're gonna

tell us.

What is your dad's problem?

What?

Dad? I'm not his dad, all right?

Now talk.

All right. The Grand employs

the best plastic surgeons in Europe.

Patients get a new face

and a new identity to
go right along with it.

They only keep paper records. That way,

there's no digital trail.

You know, ensure complete secrecy.

So they can't connect the
old identity with the new one.

Yeah, exactly.

So, Paula doesn't look like Paula.

Great.

If you can find out
what work Paula had done,

I can input it into a
prosthetics software program.

It can construct

an image of what Paula looks like now.

Unfortunately, I can't
hack paper records.

Which means we're gonna
have to steal them.

Okay, get the hospital specs

so I can find a way to sneak
in without anybody notic...

Yes, hi. Um,

when's your next available appointment?

Oh. You can take me now.

That's great.

Got us in at the spa.

- What?
- Your bullet wound is fake.

Yeah, I know. Okay, relax.

I got this.

Trust me.

Hello, my dears. I am Susie.

Welcome to the spa.

Please, right this way.

Thank you.

If I could just see

- what's bothering you.
- Yeah, sure.

Bozer's pneumatic

tube lipstick thingamajiggy

was supposed to be a last resort.

Lighten up, Dez.

Toys... are meant to be played with.

Looks like a bullet bounced off a rib.

It's subcutaneous.

Ah, close range,

gunpowder residue.

You're very lucky.

I'll page the doctor, and she will

get that removed and
stitched up right away.

Okay. Thank you. Thank you.

Okay.

Canceling the doctor's page.

Calling the nurse to an
emergency on the 14th floor.

Should buy us enough time
to find Paula's records.

Huh?

Let's go.

Okay.

Hey, you need to compare patient records

with medical prescriptions.

There's blood thinners used
both pre and post facial surgery

that will link Paula's two identities.

We're looking for files
dated three weeks ago.

Here.

Perfect.

So, are we good?

Uh-huh.

Really?

'Cause you've been extra
monosyllabic, even for you.

Huh?

See what I'm talking about?

Look. Patient 247.

That's got to be Paula.

Uploading this to Bozer now.

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They definitely don't
look like resort security.

We need to hide.

I have an idea.

Follow my lead.

Gentlemen.

Can I help you?

Hello.

What are you doing?

Saving our asses.

Ah!

They were buying it!

No, they weren't.

Ah!

Dez!

Dez, you-you all right?

Peachy keen, Riley-bean.

Oh.

Did you just stab me, too?

Yeah.

You're gonna thank me in three,

two, one.

All right.

Uploading this to Bozer...

now.

They're two of Salazar's men.

Clearly trying to find Paula.

And these won't be the last people

that Salazar sends after her

- once these two don't report back.
- Mac,

Taylor, you got to get in
there and watch their backs.

Okay.

Vincent, how would you like
your freedom, your money,

and your dad to be none the wiser?

And what about my caviar?

Oh, I'll throw in the caviar, for sure.

Okay. Well, now you're
talking. What do you need?

We need you to check
us into the Zurich Grand

as your new business partners.

Once you're in, you withdraw your cash,

you split it with us,
and then we let you go.

- Mac.
- All of this goes away.

I don't trust this guy.

Just trust me.

- What?
- I have reason, given your track record

of becoming overly involved
with previous Phoenix targets.

The Merchant. Your aunt.

And you have a track record
of becoming overly involved

due to your personal vendettas.

Leland killing your Spearhead team.

For all I know, Salazar

- killed your mom.
- Come on. Salazar?

This is totally different.

- Vincent is totally different.
- You bought him Caviar.

Really, Mr. Psyops? Let me
educate you for a second.

Establishing trust with
a hostage is far better

than threats of violence.

Oh, yes, because that worked a treat

when your Auntie Gwen used it on you.

And she helped us beat Codex.

So I say we use this guy
right here to get Salazar,

unless you would rather drop
a bomb on the Zurich Grand

- and call it a day.
- Stop it.

The both of you.

Now, Taylor, I'm with Mac on this one.

Oh, surprise, surprise.

Take precautions, but get in there. Now.

Right. If you try anything

and we don't check in
regularly, our associate

will transmit all the info she
has on your misdeeds to Daddy.

- Got it?
- Mmm.

That could be bad.

So?

Do we have a deal?

Let's get this bread.

One problem, though.

Uh, nobody is gonna believe

that you're my guys dressed like that.

Vincent.

Darling.

I love the suit.

Egor, my man, you're
looking as fly as always.

Well, delighted to have you back.

Tell me, uh, how is
your father these days?

Sadly, he's feeling a
bit under the weather.

- Under the weather. I'm so sorry to hear that.
- Yes.

I'll make sure to send a card.

Please, thank you.

Now, let's get you and your
friends checked in, shall we?

Please.

That hurts.

- Oh!
- Should have thought about that

Before you gave yourself
a real fake wound.

If you didn't like my plan,

you should have said something.

Well, you didn't even
let me get my plan out

before you called down and
gave yourself a bullet-otomy.

Oh, kind of like you didn't
even let me talk to those thugs

before you started throwing punches?

Ow!

Thanks.

Seriously, Dez, what is up?

We need to get rid of them.

Come on. Help me lift them.

Nobody will find Tweedledee and
Tweedledum until the morning,

and by then, we'll have
Paula and be long gone.

- The sooner the better.
- Agreed.

Come on, let's get them strapped down.

It's always such a pleasure to
have you with us, as you know.

Thank you.

I trust you'll have a safe journey.

Of course. Don't I always?

Salazar has just checked into the hotel.

Hold on.

The Butcher of Brazil is there now?

Yeah.

From the medical records,
I've been able to reconstruct

an image of what Paula
may look like now.

Running facial rec on all guests.

We just got a hit on a guest

on the 15th floor.

Salazar just entered the spa.

We can't let him search back here.

We need to get to Paula
before Salazar finds her.

Stay put.

We'll deal with Salazar.

- You, act injured.
- But I'm not.

There are 26 bones in the foot to break.

Pick five you don't need, or act.

Okay.

Buenas noches.

I am worried.

I was supposed to meet my friends here,

and I can't seem to find them.

Sorry, toots. You know,

not allowed to discuss

anything about the other guests.

You know how they are about the rules.

Ah, Vincent.

Take a seat, you handsome devil.

I'll be right with you.

Take your time, my love, take your time.

I suppose it's okay if
I take a look for myself?

Oh, no, it would not be, cupcake.

Diluted in small doses,

tea tree oil has healing properties.

But in high quantities, heat
will bind it to the ammonia

in the window cleaner,
and you have yourself

an effective deterrent.

Wait for my signal.

- Copy that.
- I'd cover your noses if I were you.

What the hell is that?

Dez, Riles, go. We're
gonna follow Salazar.

Please follow me.

Headed to Paula's room.

There they are. Let's go.

Ever at your service, Vincent.

Huh?

Now, who are these two?

I honestly have no idea.

But granddad over here is very rude.

Vincent, what the hell?

My dad's perfectly fine, guys.

"Under the weather" is hotel code for

being with undesirables.

You are making such a big mistake.

Am I?

When our associates don't hear from us,

they will call your daddy.

By the time they realize,
I'll be long gone.

Egor has everything that I need

here at the Grand for me to
get my paper and disappear.

Hey, I'm really sorry to have
to do you like this, though, man.

Bye.

Room service.

- Get back!
- Whoa. Whoa. Hey.

- Hands up. Hands up!
- Hey.

Who the hell are you?

Is that ceramic?

How'd you get that past security?

Ew. Don't want to know.

I'm not going to ask you again.

- Who are you?
- Long story short,

Salazar's checked in,

he wants to kill you,

and we're here to make
sure that doesn't happen.

Lots of people want to kill me.

How do I know you aren't one of them?

'Cause we're the good guys?

Speak for yourself.

I'm here because death is far too good

for a bastard like Salazar.

I need to see him rotting in a cell,

like a caged rat.

Abandoned by his family,

forgotten by the world.

Go on.

I trusted Salazar.

Opened up.

Thought I'd found my family.

But I was a fool to trust anyone.

He double-crossed me.

Left me for dead.

I'm here because I need you to testify.

Put him away. For me, for your son.

For the countless
other lives he's ruined.

Make him pay, Paula.

I can't testify.

But I have something better.

All the evidence on a hard drive.

The books. Where the bodies are buried.

I checked it in with
Egor for safekeeping.

It's in a vault in the basement.

If you get me out of here alive,

it's yours.

All right, you got yourself a deal.

But you need to leave that gun here.

There might be metal
detectors on the way.

Resort rules.

Okay... now she wants
to follow the rules.

Welcome to our RHT rooms.

Radiant heat temperature?

Ransom, hostage and troublemakers.

The Grand must accommodate
the unique needs

of all our guests.

Please, make yourselves at home.

Matty, do you copy?

Matty?

They only left one guard.

'Cause the room's really secure.

Reinforced walls, I'm guessing,

to keep our comms from getting through.

Bars on the windows,
and I don't see any vents

big enough to crawl through.

Well, you could just
call your friend Vincent.

Offer him some ice
cream if he lets us out.

You know, I told you
he couldn't be trusted.

I never claimed that we could trust him.

The real question is,

do you trust me enough
to get us out of here?

I guess I could really leave you cuffed.

Angus...

I trust you to get us out of here.

Honestly, how hard was that?

All right, so here's the deal.

Walls in bathrooms are
plumbed next to each other,

- so there's a chance...
- Don't hurt me.

Yeah, we're not here to hurt you.

No, we got into a bit of
a pickle at the resort,

and we're locked up, too.

They didn't lock me up.

Well, then, why are you here?

My boss tracked me here. I figured

an RHT room would be
the last place he'd look.

You're Paula.

Paula Matos.

So much for the Grand's famed anonymity!

New face, new life.
Don't ask any questions.

Lying sons of bitches!

Look, you're the reason we're here.

- We're trying to get you out.
- If you're Paula...

...then who the dickens
are Desi and Riley with?

Good job back there...

getting her to come with us.

But that speech about
opening up... and family?

Come on, Dez, talk to me.

When Mac gassed me and
Taylor, and went to join Codex,

you charged after him... why?

Because I trust Mac.

The question is, why didn't you?

Maybe I would have if you'd asked me.

- Ah.
- But you didn't let me in on the plan,

- and you just bailed.
- Maybe because you were too busy

Planning to drop a bomb on Mac's head...

That wasn't my plan.
And I stopped the bomb.

We stopped Codex.

Let's get Paula the hell out of here.

Why don't you hold on
to this for safekeeping.

Now she trusts me.

I'll take that hard drive now.

I swear I saw you leave that.

Got lots of tricks up my sleeve.

It's amazing what a little
hair dye and makeup will do.

- Who the hell are you?
- Call me Jane.

See, when Salazar put
out a hit on Paula Matos,

I blew it off.

But then he added a bonus for some

hard drive of evidence that she had.

And I figured while all the no-necks

are going after the blood price,

I'll grab his financials and
sell them to the highest bidder.

So what'd you do with the real Paula?

She's around here somewhere.

I tracked her here, same
as you. Hung out at the spa

until I saw one face stop
coming, and another face start.

That was in case somebody
caught you searching her room.

The hard drive, now,

or your friend dies.

I'm supposed to believe
you two are super spies

who are gonna save me from
the most murder-y gangster

in the western hemisphere?

Yes. Look, I promise...

These rooms are built for
hostages and kidnap victims.

- We're not getting out.
- My colleague has a talent

for looking at anything...

Problems, objects, people...

and seeing what others don't.

His methods are unorthodox.

He doesn't always do
what I think he should do,

but his gift is

what makes him the best.

Despite my colleague's dubious past,

and tendency to withhold
personal vendettas,

in the end, he always
does the right thing.

Am I supposed to say something?

Right. Ready?

Okay, here's how to get
out of a locked room.

The magnetic field of
the motor's induction coil

moves the critical components
within the lock's chamber,

allowing a dead bolt to be withdrawn,

transforming a common household item

into a powerful lockpick.

The hard drive.

Just give her the hard drive, Dez.

If I give it to her, she's
just gonna shoot you anyway.

Relax. Okay?

I got this.

You... did not just tell me to relax.

Okay? Out of

everyone here, you
need to relax the most.

- Oh, that's rich. I need to relax?
- Yes.

Look at you. You're all
high-strung, walking around here

- with an attitude all the time.
- Attitude?

I don't know why you're upset.
You're blowing the mission!

- I...
- Shut up, both of you!

And give me the damn drive.

Fine.

Like we said, just relax!

Go. Up! Up! Up!

There they are!

Down, down, down!

It's locked.

Buy me two minutes?

You got it.

Two minutes may have been optimistic.

We're in. Let's go.

Headed south on the second floor.

Salazar is in pursuit.

All right. We're headed
your way with the real Paula.

Unfortunately, the concierge's
guards aren't far behind.

- Hey.
- Any idea on how to get out of here?

You're the idea guy.

I know a way out. Follow me.

How do we know you're not
leading us into a trap?

'Cause I want to get out of
this damn hotel more than you do.

All right, let's follow her. Come on.

The resort converted the
old servants' hallways

into secret passages
so that the resort staff

and security can get around.

Just like Disneyland.

Whoa.

Once Riley hacks the elevator,

we'll be able to escape from the lobby.

I'm locked out.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we have discovered unwanted
guests in the hotel.

We kindly request that
you remain in your room,

under lockdown, until
the matter is resolved.

And once again, have a pleasant stay

at the Zurich Grand Resort and Spa.

I knew I should have
stayed in the bathroom.

We will get you out of here.

I can get us out of here
if I build us a pulley.

I just need an initial burst of lift.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

Yeah. Mac, follow us
to the surgical suite.

Can you barricade the door?

Our friends are in the spa.

Tell all housekeeping
personnel to meet me in the spa.

With the guns.

All the guns.

Dez, can you wrap the surgical tubing

around the support beams?

And can you help me get these?

Use your feet.

Okay, everybody grab one of these,

loop 'em around your wrist. Paula?

On the count of three,
you two smash the valves.

It'll boost 'em across
the floor, pulling us up.

Wait.

You trust that this thing will hold us?

Yes.

Use your weapons!

One.

Two. Three!

Pressure is often only seen

as something negative, but all it takes

is a small change in
direction... In this case,

surgical tubing looped over a beam

and the team's renewed
commitment to trust...

To change pressure from
something that shatters

to something that uplifts.

I-I still can't believe

the whole flying tank
things actually worked.

He pulls it off, every time.

Well, it's really all in the physics,

'cause if you change the
direction of an applied motion,

you can lift anything,
including this airplane.

I'm sorry to interrupt
this science lesson.

That was Matilda.
Everything's been arranged

for you to testify in
exchange for your immunity.

And...

I have a little something
to ensure Salazar

never sees the light of day again.

Am I supposed to know what that is?

That is all the data
from the hard drive.

You checked in with the concierge.

How'd you get it?

Thank you.

I backed everything up just in
case Salazar went after my son.

Speaking of your son Luis,
we sent a team to pick him up,

so he should be waiting
for you when you arrive.

Thank you.

All of you. Thank you so much.

You're all...

unorthodox, aren't you?

That is

an understatement.

Let me ask you something.

Mm-hmm.

If you had the data, why did you
give me the hard drive to carry?

It was a misdirect.

I knew something was
off about our Paula.

That why you didn't let
me in on the plan... again?

No.

Ever since Codex, there's been this...

wall up between us.

So...

Well, that's my fault.

I'm still angry at you
for going after Mac.

I did it to protect him.

I know.

But you're right. I...

I didn't let you in on
the plan, and I'm sorry.

Truth is...

I was angry at myself for believing

you'd both gone over to Codex.

I regret not trusting you.

I was hoping you could forgive me.

- We're cool, Riles.
- Good.

'Cause I have a confession to make.

I hate my new place.

My next-door neighbor...
he blasts Macklemore 24/7.

I also have a confession to make.

I've never been to a spa.

Really?

Yeah.

How do you relax?

I hit things.

That explains so much about you.

Mama!

Luis!

Um, for what it's worth,

I think we all assumed

that everything would go
back to normal after Codex.

Well, it did... mostly.

I became so focused
on your past mistakes

that I... I was blind to my own.

And I'm sorry.

Fresh start?

To making new mistakes.

To think that he, uh...

He thought I was your father?

- Yeah, ridiculous, isn't it?
- Yeah.

Dashing older brother, perhaps, but...

Congrats, guys.

After reviewing Paula's hard drive

and with the promise of her testimony,

Swiss authorities were
able to issue a warrant

for Salazar's arrest.

And the Zurich Grand was

all too happy to turn him over,

given he was persona non grata

after he broke every house rule.

Yeah, I'm a bit curious

as to what happened to
our-our friend Vincent.

After you escaped,

Egor turned on Vincent.

He was furious with Vincent
for bringing the Phoenix

into the hotel and refused
to help him disappear.

How do we know all that?

Because Vincent left and ran
straight to the authorities.

I guess jail time

was a better prospect

than facing Vincent Senior's wrath.

Right.

So where are Riley and Desi?

Oh. I've given them the Phoenix
jet for a special assignment.

Hang on.

I... I own that jet.

Right. Bye-bye.

Yes, Matilda, you don't
seem to understand.

Listen, I don't know how
many times I have to say this.

I literally own the...
this op... Matilda?

I literally own

this operation!

- Thank you very much.
- You're welcome.

Here's to relaxing on

your very first spa getaway.

You know what? To our first getaway.

To the first of many.

You hate the mud, don't you?

Yeah. It's mud.

I don't know what to do with it.

Well, you gave it a fair shot.

I'm here for the company, Riley.

You can get out, Dez. It's fine.

- I just...
- I can't.

I think I lost my bikini bottom.

- What?
- Don't you dare laugh.

Don't laugh.

Don't.

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