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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?