All language subtitles for The.Resort.S01E07.WEBRip.x264-ION10-English

- Don't you miss it?

I'm starting to forget things.

Who I am. Who we are.

[tense music]

- [sighs]

What's this?

- It's my tooth. It broke.

[gasps]

- I am worried about you.

- Okay, well, great.
I feel very cared for.

- Two kids are missing.

- Hey, Vi?

Where is she?

- All of these places
in your book

are real places
in the Peninsula,

all leading to Pasaje.

- This is all my fault.

I started a series of events
that ended up in death.

- We have to go find Pasaje.

That's where they were going,
so we gotta go there too.

- Emma, you gotta move on.

- Don't follow me.

* *

[wind howling]

[upbeat acoustic guitar music]

[indistinct chatter]

* *

[phone rattles]

* *

[touch-tones beeping]

- You have six new messages.

First message.

[phone beeps]

- Hi, Mr. Thompson.

I don't know
if this hotline is real,

but my name is Emma Reed,

and you don't--
you don't know me.

But I'm here in Akumal
at the Bahía del Paraíso,

and a few days ago...

- * Along the sea *

* He drew circles
in the sand *

- [snoring]

- * Thinking they could
shut us out *

- [blowing]

- * He drew circles
and closed himself inside *

- Emma?

- * The lines round about *

- Emma.

- * He doesn't believe it's *

- And another smile.

[camera shutter clicking]
- Oh--Luna! Hey!

- Okay. Keep the smiles.

- Hey, Luna, you haven't seen
Emma anywhere, have you?

- No, Mr. Reed.
Is everything okay?

- Oh, yeah, it's fine.

She's probably
just at the pool.

- * Lose his life
and will not know why *

- Okay, smile.

- [groans]

For real? For real.

[line trilling]

- Hey, it's Emma.
Uh, I'll call you back.

Thanks. Bye.

- * For we *

* Love you *

* *

* People love each other *

* I'm sure it's the only *

- * I'm sure
it's the only way *

- * Only way *

* I know you will discover *

* Some striking similarities *

* Open up your eyes
and you can see *

- [groans]

* *

* And we *

* Love you *

* *

* La-la-la-la-la-la-la *

* *

* And we *

- What in tarnation?

- There's a guy down there!

Oh, shoot.
Did my ball hit you?

- What the hell?
- Are you all right?

Don't touch it.
You just let it lie.

Huh? What?

Hey!

Hey, you!
- [hisses]

- Don't you hiss at me.

Come back here, you.
- Hey.

- Wait!

- How about snorkeling?
- Not so much.

I have trouble breathing
out of my mouth.

I have a trachea
that kind of just

shuts down sometimes
with allergens.

- Oh, okay.
- Stop, stop, stop.

I have never been
snorkeling, so--

- What?
You have never been snorkeling?

A grown man has never
been snorkeling.

- [chuckling] I've told you.

Ted, please don't shame me
in front of people.

- I'm not shaming you.

- You know, I grew up
lower middle-class.

My family never did
these things.

- Snorkeling is not
an expensive activity, Ted.

It's just that I have
trouble with it.

- It's fine.
Maybe we can do something else.

- I'm so sorry. Excuse me.

I think you're missing the
point about being surprised.

- Oh, for Christ's sake.

Are you still worked up
about this?

- Yes.
I want you to pick

something new and different
for us to do,

something that I've never done.

Is it so hard?
- Yes, it's hard.

I don't know
what you haven't done.

- Sorry. You know what?

I'm just gonna get
a drink by myself

while I wait to be surprised.

- [sighs]
I'm gonna be surprised

if I don't throw him
in the pool.

- [laughs]

- Okay, let's see
what we have here.

- Yes.
Um, how about the birds?

- Well, here's something
we haven't done, I don't think.

[tires screeching]
Ahh!

- Oh, my God!
- Holy shit.

This is why I don't golf.

Everybody's a fuckin' lunatic.

- Emma?

I need to see the book!

[upbeat quirky music]

[groaning]

Oh!

[breathing heavily]

* *

Emma?

Noah!

* *

Ahh!

Puta madre.
[groans]

* *

[knock at door]

[both speaking Spanish]

- No, no, no, no!
Qué haces? Qué haces?

[knock at door]
- Shh, shh!

[door clicks]

- Emma?

Baltasar Frías.

- Murray Thompson.

Time hasn't been
too kind to us.

- No, it has not.

both: What are you doing here?

I'm looking for Emma.

How do you know Emma?

- You go first.
- No, you go first.

You came in last.
- Somebody just speak.

- I got a long,
disturbing message

from some woman named Emma.

She believes
that Violet was searching

for something called Pasaje.

And now I guess
she's gone to look for it too.

- No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

- She found it?

- This woman
doesn't sound well.

- No, no, no, no, no.
- I was hoping to arrive here

before she left, but I'm...
- She's gone.

- No.
- Guessing I missed her.

- It's all happening again.

Noah asked me for her
this morning,

and now they're both gone.

- Then I'll go find them.

- No, you can't.

The only man
who knows how to get there

is dead because of me.

- I'm sorry?
- Yeah, that's a long story

filled with shame and regret
and pain,

and we don't have time
for that.

- Well, then it's a good thing
she told me how to get there.

All we need is a ride.

[phone beeps]
- Hi, Mr. Thompson.

Uh, I don't know
if this hotline is real,

but, um, my name is Emma Reed,

and you don't--
you don't know me.

But I'm here in Akumal
at the Bahía del Paraíso,

and a few days ago,
I found a cell phone

that belonged to Sam Lawford.

And, uh, yesterday, my husband
found Violet's phone.

Uh, it's wild.

It's been
a really strange week

and a long night,
and I haven't slept much,

and honestly,
I'm--I'm a little bit

losing my grip on reality,

but I have some good news,
which is that I know

where Sam and Violet
were going.

They were searching
for something called Pasaje.

And it's this
kind of underground room

that exists outside of time,

and Violet thought
that she could see

her mom again there.

And now, uh, I'm about
to look for it myself.

So I--I wanted to j--

[phone beeps]

Sorry about that.
Your phone cut me off.

Sorry. Uh, sorry.
Uh, moving on.

Um, and you might want
to take notes here, I think.

Okay, so to find
this Pasaje thing,

you enter the jungle at Parque
de Corazones Degollado,

and then you hike straight in
for exactly 13.5 kilometers

until you find a very large
clearing of tall grass.

Now, this is where
it gets very tricky,

because somewhere
near the clearing

is this cluster
of rare pink fungi,

but the fungi doesn't
grow year round.

But when it does grow, though,

it's always within 30 meters
of the underground entrance

to Pasaje.

And, um,
I know that this sounds

like I'm totally full of shit.

But, uh, all the details
are in the last chapter

of this book called
"La Desilusión del Tiempo."

And now--so the writer
of this book,

he took Violet and Sam there
15 years ago,

and he's dead now.

The writer is--
the writer's dead.

And anyway, I--
[phone beeps]

[gasping, coughing]

Sorry, again.

Anyway, yes.

So the--yeah, the author died,

and that was
fucking horrific...

[screaming]
To see.

It really puts shit
into perspective, you know?

My own life. My own mortality.

Um, sorry.

Sorry, I'm--

I'm turning this
into a therapy session.

This isn't about me.
This is about Violet and Sam.

[gentle music]

I just--I think I was
falling in love

with the idea
of Violet and Sam

because they were
at that time in their life

when everything is
so meaningful,

and the highs are, like,
so fucking high, you know?

And who doesn't want to go
back in time

to that first love,
to be young and dumb and--

you know, I'm not saying
that your daughter

is dumb, of course.

I just--I just think
that's why we love "Titanic"

and "Romeo and Juliet"
so much.

But then we forget
how fucking low the lows are.

Romeo and Juliet die,
and the "Titanic" sinks.

The highs are never
as high again,

but the lows just
keep getting lower.

* *

- Here, I can help.
- Oh. Thank you.

- Uh, are we lost?

- No, no.

Look,
we'll find it in the morning.

It doesn't make sense
to look for it

while it's dark, you know?

- Uh-huh.

- Are you hungry?
- Yeah.

- Maybe we should,
like, hunt, right?

- You know how to hunt?
- No.

Do you?
- I do not. No.

- Fuck. Sam.

[exhales]

How long can we go
without water?

- I think they say,
like, three days.

- That's it?

- But we're small, so maybe--

maybe that means
we can go longer?

- Yeah, okay.

* *

You want to go back, don't you?

- No. No, no, no.

I'm sorry. I'm okay.

I think if we can't
find it in the morning,

then we should probably...

- [chuckling]

[both laughing]

- And in the end,

everything just floats
in the middle.

[chuckling] Maybe that's
the disappointment of t--

[phone beeps]
[gasps]

Time! Disappointment of time.

Or disillusionment of time.
I--fuck. I don't know.

I don't--I don't know
what I'm saying.

This is kind of fucked up,
but, um, my husband Noah

is asleep in the other room,
and I'm not telling him

that I'm going
into the jungle,

because he would try
to stop me.

He treats me like I'm this
delicate little kid

who can't take care
of herself.

[insect buzzing]

And, um, you know, he hasn't
always been like that.

We took this vacation
to celebrate

our wedding anniversary.

It's been ten years.

And, um, the entire process
has made me realize

that my future
won't be as good as my past.

- Emma?

- I drink more now.
- Emma!

- Like, I get home from work
and I pour a drink

before I even say hi to Noah.

And now, like, here,
with the drinks and the pool--

and then half my tooth
broke off by the lazy river,

and the other half
is fucking killing me.

[gasps]
Um--oh, my God.

Here's a dim realization
I think that I just made

in this moment,
which is that vacation

is kind of like life.

It's fun at first,
and you try new things, right?

And you're like,
new foods, new experiences.

The sex with your partner
is more fun.

And then at a certain point,

you're just so fucking annoyed
with them.

And you've done
all the excursions

and you've tried all the food
and you get bad indigestion

and you're too sore
and too lazy

and hungover to do
anything but watch

shitty true-crime shows
in your hotel bed,

and then after a while,
you just want to go home.

But then you get home,
and it isn't

quite as good
as you remembered,

so you just want
to go back on vacation.

Sorry. I'm done.

And I don't--I don't even know

if you're gonna,
uh, hear this.

- Oh, fuck.
- You have a good day.

[phone beeps]

[both breathing heavily]

[helicopter blades whirring]

[dramatic music]

* *

- [screams]
What are you doing here?

- Oh, hey.
It's good to see you too.

- You called in
a fucking helicopter?

- No, how would I do that?

- Ah! That was incredible!

Hi!
- Ha, we found you too.

- Hi!
- Double surprise!

Thanks, Abigail.
Great pilot.

- [grunts]
- Ooh, timber.

- I did not think that this
morning would end up like this.

So many adventures.
Thank you, Baltasar.

- That's mine.
- Smile.

- Is that really a peanut
butter and jelly sandwich?

Oh, no, just peanut butter.
[chuckling]

And then these three--
thank you.

These three--
one, two, and three--

they come chasing after us
in a golf cart.

And I'm thinking that maybe
the helicopter was on fire,

or maybe we were
gonna get hijacked.

- By the way,
we heard about the Pasa-ha.

I guess we'd all love to find
some room outside of time.

But I'm too afraid to crawl

down in some mole hole
to go underground.

- Maybe it's worth it
that you face your fears,

you know,
to see what's down there.

- Well, what's down there
is a bunch of bullshit,

so I'll just stay up here.

- Stop, stop, stop.
- Anyway--

- Can I talk to you
for a second, please?

- Mm-hmm.
- It's whatever.

Some people believe in God.

Other people believe
in magical rooms

suspended...in time.

Oh, boy. That can't be good.

- Luna says, um, they are
in a very specific stage,

you know, called, um,
la pubertad de matrimonio.

The puberty of marriage.

- Ooh.
- Nothing worse than puberty.

- Like, you didn't think
it'd be cool to, like,

leave--leave a note
or--or anything at all?

- I don't need you
to rescue me.

- No, I'm not here
to rescue you.

- Noah, I'm going to go
in there if I find it.

- Mm-hmm.
- There's no stopping me.

- No, no, you--you--
- There's no...

- Yeah.
- Talking me out of it.

- Yeah, no, you've made it
crystal fucking clear, so--

- Then why are you here?

Why are you here?

You don't care
about any of this.

You don't believe in any of it.
- No, you know what?

But I--I do care about you.
-Mm-hmm.

- And I'm not gonna
just stand by

and let my wife
walk into a jungle alone.

Are you kidding me?
I am not built like that.

You know this.

Like, I'm--
I'm not sure what's--

what's next for us
after all this shit,

but in the meantime,
we're married,

and this is what
I signed up for.

And if you could just be--
- Don't teach me a lesson.

- If you could just--well,
maybe you need to learn one--

- You talk to me
like I'm five years old.

- You are so selfish.
- How am I being selfish?

- If you could just take my
feelings into consideration--

- I'm out here in the middle
of fucking nowhere--

- Oh, don't---oh, my God--
- I'm doing all this--

- I'm sorry, I'm just gonna
go over there.

- That's a fantastic idea.
- Excuse me?

- The king of giving
great marital advice.

Can I have a sandwich?

- What's that
supposed to mean, Ted?

- I love you, but you are

the worst one of all
to do this.

- I think you--you should go.

It would be very interesting
to see that human interaction.

- Mm. I see what you're doing.
- Don't egg him on.

- Oh, there is
no signal anywhere.

- You're putting
words in my mouth.

- What's going on?
- Where am I fucking up?

- Your friends are
getting a divorce.

- This is 100% for you.

- And you coming here...
- This is for you.

- Is 100% about you.
- Oh, Go--you know what?

You haven't thought about me
since you left this morning.

- I did.
- And that sucked.

Oh, you did?
- Mm-hmm.

- Okay, when?

- I did think about
you this morning,

and I decided that I need
something that is mine.

- Okay, like wha--like,
the two missing kids?

- No.
- Like, that's what you--

- [stammers]
- Then what?

- We're supposed to be
two separate people.

We are not separate people
anymore.

- Are we?
- We do everything together.

Everything is always together.
- Okay--

- We don't even have
our own friends anymore.

We're like this--
- Is that bad?

- Yeah, it is bad.

- Wow. Wow, Em.

You literally talk
about marriage

like it's a fucking problem.

- It is a problem.

- Wow, you know--
[chuckling]

You know what sucks?

Like, I don't--I don't--

I don't know if you
even like me anymore.

That--that sucks.

Like, that--like, do you want
to be married to me anymore,

or, like, nah?

[tense music]

- [inhales]

- [grunts] Okay.

Okay. Good news.

I'm catching a whiff
of something pungent

coming from the west.

So I'm gonna check that out
before nightfall.

You guys set up camp
in the trees.

Never go into the tall grass
after dark.

Never.

I've only got three tents,
so you might want to think

about getting along
at some point.

- Well, I think
the Teds are out of here.

- Ooh, could we get a quick pic
by the helicopter?

- Okay, okay.
I got it.

- Who's taking it? Ted.

- I got it.
- No, let Ted do it.

[both laugh]

- That's funny.

- Safe to say you're gonna
re-up for another seven years?

- I'd give it 50/50.

How 'bout you?

- Okay.

Got it. Smile.

[camera shutter clicks]

[helicopter blades whirring]

- "Follow nature's call
to the pink fungi.

"53 meters northwest
is a hidden entrance.

"But hold your palm above it,
and you will feel heat.

And only then will
the arrow of time appear."

- Nature calls.

Could be
an "Ace Ventura" reference.

- Mm.

Okay, so, um, Pasaje.

Let's say it's real.

What is a room outside of time?

Iberra--Iberra says
it takes you

where you need to be, right?

- Mm-hmm.

- Well, uh, I'm 99% sure

that Iberra was full of shit.

- Yeah, well, maybe,
but still, like,

what is outside of time
versus inside of time?

It seems like Pasaje is
about reliving a moment, no?

Or having a glimpse
into the future.

So where do you want to go?

Where do you want to be?

No one?

Okay. Me--me again.

Luna, do you remember
when I turned 35?

- [chuckling]

- I was very clear
I didn't want to have a party.

You know,
I was feeling very old.

So that day,
I was feeling miserable.

And I was--I was
so depressed, at 10:00 p.m.,

I was in my bathroom
crying, taking a shit.

And suddenly, I hear
a knock on the door.

And Luna and Alex,
these fucking assholes,

stole cases of fireworks...

all: Whoa!

- And--and a kilogram of weed

from this crazy
spring break party.

And just with that, I had, um,

the best night of my life.

- Salud.

- Yeah.
[cups clinking]

So what about you guys?

It's a beautiful night.

Are--are you gonna
share anything?

- Yeah, okay.

Okay. Uh...

Yeah, you know, if any
of this shit is real,

I, uh--I think I would--

I would want to go
a year from now.

- [chuckling] Why?

- Just want to see
how Emma and I are doing.

- How do you think
we'll be doing?

- For the first time
in my life,

I have absolutely no idea.

And that terrifies me.

[machete chopping in distance]

- [grunting]

[clears throat]

- Nature called, hmm?

Did you find the pink fungi?

- I didn't see anything.

We'll have better luck
in the morning.

[harmonica trills]

[solemn harmonica music]

* *

- Good night, guys.
- Yeah, man.

- Everybody says
this is garbage,

but not my family.

First Rita,

then Violet
carried it everywhere.

I must have thought it was
just another vampire

or wizard one.

Should've paid more attention.

- I'm so sorry.

- Yeah, me too.

- Do you mind if I ask
what happened to your wife?

You don't have to tell me.

- Uh...

- I'm sorry. That's...

- No, no, no.
- Invasive.

- Started in her breast.
Spread to her brain.

Took its time.

- I'm so sorry.

And I'm so sorry that I, like--

oh, I just keep saying
I'm sorry,

and I know that
that's not, you know--

I know that's not helpful.

That must have been impossible.

- Yeah, strange time...

- Mm-hmm.

- To go from husband
to caregiver.

I mean--
but we had time together.

My dad died when he was 45,

so anything over that,
for me, is a bonus.

- I mean,
if that's what tells you

how long you're gonna live,
I'm screwed,

'cause my grandmother is 96,

and that's, like...

[chuckles]

Way too much time to fill.

- I don't--I don't
feel that way.

This is--this is weird.

I--I'm obsessed
with trying to remember

the last thing that I said
to Violet.

I can--I can picture
where we were.

I--I--I can see the scene.

But there's no sound,
you know.

Probably something
so stupid and banal.

I'm--I'm just not...

I'm just not sure if I can
remember, uh, her face.

Are you okay?

- Um...

Noah and I tried
to, uh, start a family

a couple years ago,
and it didn't work.

Um...

everyone treats you
like you're broken

when they hear about it.

But, um,

I--I--

I refuse to be defined by it.

You know, we're so much more
than what happens to us...

[sniffles] Right?

- No.

Sorry.

We're not.

- I didn't get to see her face.

Um, my...

Daughter.

I, uh, chose not to.

And I think that...

maybe if this, uh,

thing is real,

maybe I can.

Maybe you can see Violet again.

- No.

No, that's bullshit.

You don't get to say that.

- What?

- Good night.

[Elliott Smith's
"The Biggest Lie"]

* *

- * I'm waiting
for the train *

* *

* The subway that only goes
one way *

* *

* The stupid thing that'll
come to pull us apart *

- Oh, fuck. Sorry.
Are you okay?

- Yeah.
- You okay?

- Yeah.

- This is actually
kind of hard for my neck.

- Oh, do you want me
to move up?

- Sure.

- There.
This is not--

- Maybe we should
go back to the side.

- Yeah.
- Okay.

- * Wanted everything
to stop that bad *

- [moaning]
- What's wrong?

- I just don't like
people touching me.

- Oh, sorry.
- Yeah.

- * Credit card registered
to Smith *

- Sam, could you do
a little less tongue?

- My bad--I was just kind of
matching what you were doing.

We don't have to do any tongue.
- Yeah, I'd rather not.

- I'm sorry.
It's not--

- Yeah, I'm--I'm tired.
- I'm so tired.

- [chuckling] Hey.

- Do you--do you want
to just maybe go to bed?

- Yeah, let's--let's sleep.

Okay.

- Okay.
- Cool.

- Good night.
- Good night.

* *

- * You turned white
like a saint *

* I'm tired of dancing on *

* A pot of gold-flaked paint *

[birds chirping]

- [inhales]

[groaning]

Are you awake?

- Mm-hmm.

- [inhales]

You--you asked me earlier
if I miss it,

and I--I miss this.

I--

Emma, I just want to go home.

- [sniffles]

- Em, you okay?

Sweetheart, what's wrong?

Oh, fuck, your mouth.

- [muffled] My tooth hurts.
- Oh, Lord. Emma, Emma--

- And my whole body is hot.
- It's hot outside.

- And my jaw is stiff.
Am I gonna die?

- We gotta get you
to a dentist.

- Where are we gonna
find a dentist?

- We have to leave.
- No, I can't leave.

- We have to leave
and get you to a dentist.

- This is significant, yes.

- Emma, I want you to be happy,

but that tooth is
gonna have to come out.

- Yeah, or what's left of it.

- I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine.

- No, you're not fine at all.

It has to come out right now.
- Mm-mm.

- Okay, I can't get any
fucking reception out here.

- What's the worst thing
that could happen?

- You could get an infection
in your brain and die.

- Mm! - Okay, besides me,

who's the fastest runner here?

- To find cell phone reception?

It's me. It's me.
- Oh, no. It's me.

So I'm gonna get Abigail,

and I'm gonna get you
a dentist.

I'm gonna get you
out of here, Emma!

- [speaking Spanish]

Wow, she's--she's really fast.

- No, no. I'm not gonna leave.

Do you have pliers?

[tense music]

Oh, no.

Get it over with.

- What--no, no, no. No, no, no.
We gotta get you to a doctor.

- Noah, you wanted
to come here and help me.

Fucking help me.

- [exhales]

- Noah.

* *

[groaning]

- I got her. Now go.

- You sure you want to do this?
- Let's go.

- All right.
- Do it.

- All right,
it's gonna be okay.

- Just do it!
- It's gonna be okay.

- Counting down from ten.
- From five.

- From five...
- Cinco...

- Four...
- Cuatro...

- Three...
- Tres...

- No.
- Two...

- Dos...
- One.

- Just do it.
- Oh, no!

- Oh, shit.
- [screaming]

[all screaming]

[sobbing]

- Yes!
- [laughing]

- Yes!

- [laughing] Yeah!

- You did so good.

- It worked!

[laughing tearfully]

- [grunting]

[exhales]

[grunting]

[flatulating]

[exhales]

[mysterious music]

* *

My God.

- Hi.

- Hey.

How's your mouth?

- Oh, it's good.
- Okay.

- It's much better, actually.

- Good.

- I passed out too.

- You did?
- Yeah, I did.

- All right.

- Murray drained
the pus, and I--

I went down.

- [groaning]

[inhales deeply]

Well, I guess we don't
have to hash it out

about the tooth, huh?

- Yeah.

- [whistles]

[tense music]

[whistling]

* *

- It's warm.

- Well...

- Here we are...at last.

* *

- So what now?

- We go in.