All language subtitles for the.resort.s01e02.2160p.web.h265-ggez_T3_Subtitle - English

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[hooting and hollering]

[light acoustic music]

- Wait up, I'm coming!
- Let's go!

- No.
- Don't be lame, Emma.

- Keep your bra on.
- Come on!

- No, no.
[all cheering]

- Absolutely not.

I can't think
of anything more awful.

- They dump raw sewage
in there all the time.

That sea is just
teemin' with turds.

- It's teemin' with doo-doo.
- [laughs]

- You know, I had a friend who,

uh, went swimming
in these waters,

and he got flesh-eating
bacteria, and he died.

- I heard about that.
I'm sorry.

- Yeah, no,
he had that shit comin'--

out here takin' risks.
- [laughs]

Love a good pool, though.

- Pools are wonderful.
- Yeah, I like pools.

♪ ♪

- You want a hot toddy?

- Does it come
in a cool thermos?

- Oh, my God.

It totally does.
- Okay,

then I--then I do.

- Okay.

♪ ♪

All right.

♪ ♪

- Here you go.
[pouring]

- Thank you.

A hot turdy.
- Hot turdy.

- [giggles]

- Hot turdy
for the dirty turkeys.

- [laughs]

♪ ♪

- I'm Noah, by the way.

- I'm Emma.

♪ ♪

- Emma.
- Yeah.

♪ ♪

I just got out of a long-term
relationship, though...

♪ ♪

Because he died
from a flesh-eating virus

that he caught from swimming
in that doo-doo water.

- Oh, no.
- Yeah.

A manatee passed him...
- [laughs]

- Opened his mouth,
got a turd in there.

- She was like,
"Oh, manatees, ahh!"

[both laughing]
- And then that was--

♪ ♪

Hey, so, uh, what do you say

we, like,
ditch all of our friends here

and we just,
like, go find a pool?

- I'd like that.

♪ ♪

- Uh-huh.
Until--

And what time
does the bus leave?

El autobús?
Mm-hmm.

Oh, and that's it?

Todos?
Okay--uh, gracias.

[sighs]
Okay, let's go.

[tense percussive music]

♪ ♪

- Ah!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Ah!
[gasps]

Oh!

- I think I may be concussed.
- Oh, fuck.

- And also potentially
sprained my neck.

- Uh-huh.
- I don't know

if that's a thing, but, like,

I'm going to turn, and
I'm not gettin' a whole lot.

- Yup.
- Mobility-wise.

- Here, just keep
pressure on it, okay?

- Thanks.
- Thank you.

- I like your room.
- Thank you.

- It's nice.
- Thank you!

- You think it's a suite?
- Definitely a suite.

My dad's in the upgrade.

- Hey, who's Illán Iberra?

- [grunting]

Hey, no, no, no.

No.

♪ ♪

Okay.

♪ ♪

Oh, fuck!
- What, what, is it bad?

- No, that's a lot of blood.

Uh, oh, fuck.
Yeah, um, just hold on.

I need a towel.
[groans]

- It really doesn't hurt as
much as it looks like it would.

- I think you need
to go to the hospital.

- You know what?
I really don't like hospitals.

- Yeah, well, nobody--
- It's just that the lighting's

shitty, and you kind of feel
like you're gonna die

when you're in there,
so maybe--

- Hey.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Okay.
- Okay, I'm still

a little bit dizzy.
- Oh, yeah, obviously.

- And also potentially gonna
throw up a little bit.

- Oh, please, go that way.

- I'm gonna try not
to do that--

- Don't look at me.
- But that's a possibility.

- [groans]
- Just to put it on your radar.

- Good?
- Good.

- Okay.

♪ ♪

Let me just--

Oh. [groans]
Ew.

Here.

Sorry I, uh, forgot to put
deodorant on,

and you're kinda
in the danger zone, so--

- It's all right.
I think I completely

lost my sense of smell.

- That's not good.

- [exhales]
Must be--I've been told

I have, like, a big head.
- Mm-hmm.

- Proportionately
to the rest of my body,

so I'm hoping that means
that I just have--

- Okay, all right.
- Like, more blood to lose,

volume-wise.
- Shut up, please.

I'm gonna superglue
your head back together, so--

- [chuckles]

Oh, you're not kidding?
- No.

It's sturdier than stitches.

- Okay,
have you done that before, or?

- No. [scoffs]
But I've had it done before.

I used to play hockey
in high school,

and my dad had to glue my head
a ton, so count to three.

- Is there any, like,
sanitation process

we need to do, or,
before you start,

or are you just gonna--
- It's a little late for that,

my guy.
- You don't need, like,

a specific glue to start?
- No--okay.

Oh, my God.
It's so long.

Okay, there we go.
- [sighs]

- Just gonna pinch her shut.
[wound sloshing]

- [inhales sharply, exhales]
- Ooh.

- [panting]

I'm Violet.

- I'm Sam.

- [chuckles]
- Good start.

Sorry if this ruined
your plans.

- Yeah, it did,
but um, it's fine.

[light music]

♪ ♪

- Okay, thanks.

- Uh, hey, do you wanna
put your number in?

You know,
so I can check in on you?

In case you die,
I can erase any evidence.

- Yeah, good thinking.

I mean,
putting my number in your phone

might kind of just
connect us more, but--

- No, you don't have to--
- No, no, no, no--good.

It's good for you to have.
That's a--that's a me.

- That's a you.
[both laugh]

- I don't know
why I said it like that.

Okay.
- Thank you.

- Thanks.

♪ ♪

- Bye.

- Shit,
where'd my skateboard go?

[phone buzzing]

- Okay, here we go--
first text.

"Hey, this is my number."

- Should we be reading this?
- Yeah, of course we should.

- Okay, all right.
- Okay.

- Um, all right, cool.

"Did I leave my skateboard
in your room?"

- "Not here, just checked."

- "That's so weird.
I think someone stole it."

- Okay, so many questions
already.

But missing skateboard--fuck.

- All right, keep goin'.
- Okay.

- "That sucks. I suppose
we were a bit distracted."

- "Ha ha, yeah,
that was fun."

- Oh, so they hooked up
right away?

- Yeah.
- Okay, well, "Sorry,

I am inexperienced
in the head department."

- Ooh! Um--

- Straight to oral.
- Yeah.

- Good for her.
- Good for him.

- Okay, "Did it dry yet?"
- Um, "Yeah, but my hair

is a little sticky."
What?

- Oh, my God.
- "I'm sorry I left

a gross mess."
- "Most of it ended up on me.

A little on the couch."
- Oh, no.

"Some of it got in my eye--"
Oh, my--

- Ew...
- Okay, all right, maybe

we shouldn't be reading this.

[quirky music]

Okay--oh, Jesus--
"It felt pretty deep."

- "Yeah, it was hard
not to gag."

- Wow, they're perverts.
- Yeah.

- They're like--but what's
weird is that they're porny.

- Yeah.
- I didn't expect that.

- I know, I know, yeah.
- I didn't think they'd be,

like, all porny.
- I know, I don't think

I like them. I don't think I
like 'em. I don't--

have you ever, like,
texted anybody like that?

- No.
- Okay.

- Because you have to assume

that people are
gonna read your texts.

Okay, here's our first photo.
Ready?

- Okay, yeah.

- [gasps]
- Ohh! No, no.

Sorry, sorry.
Sorry, little kids.

Um, why--what the fuck
am I looking at?

"A little headache,
but the glue worked."

- Oh, my God.

It's, like, a skull.
Like, a--

That's Sam's bloody...
- Oh, God, okay.

- Glued skull.
So that's--that, okay.

- Yeah.
- Well, then that makes sense.

Yeah.

So we're the perverts.
- Yeah.

- Okay.
- Okay.

"Keep an eye out
for my skateboard.

"I think the security guard
with the fancy suit

must have taken it."
- Okay, security.

So that's a person of interest.

- Yeah.
- Okay, uh--

"Do you want to track
him down?"

- "I can't tonight. Tomorrow?"

- And then she doesn't respond.
That's so weird.

But then she doesn't text him
again until 4:00 a.m.

on the 26th.
- Yeah.

- She says, "Don't fuck
with the yellow snake.

It has four noses."

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

- Okay, so they do have
yellow vipers here.

- Mm-hmm.
- But they do not have

four noses.
However, there is this

particular Yucatecan thing,

which does have four noses,
but is not yellow.

So I don't know.
I guess it's possible

that Sam and Violet could have
crossed with this, like,

hybrid poisonous, four-nosed
yellow snake.

But I don't think it's likely--
what are you doing?

- I'm calling the police.

- Wait,
I thought we said no cops.

- No, no, no.

I'm not gonna
tell them anything.

- Hi, hello.
My name is...Maya Ruins,

and I'm calling
from the "New York Times,"

and I would like to speak
to Detective Silverio Narro

regarding an old case.
- Silverio Narro

hasn't been here
in quince años.

- Oh, 15 years ago?
[mouthing]

- What case is this regarding?

- Yes, you know, would it be
possible for you to tell us

where we could find him now?

- Punta Venado.
[whispers] Punta Venado.

- [whispers] Punta Venado.
- Anything else

I can help you?
- Uh, no, that's it.

Thank you so much
for your help.

Actually, you know what?
I do have one more question.

Does the phrase, "Don't fuck
with the yellow snake--

it has four noses"
mean anything to you?

Hello?

[line clicks]
[phone beeps]

[eerie music]

He hung up.

- Hey, Raul?
- Huh?

- It's Raul, right?
- Oh, yeah, yes.

- Yeah, Noah. Hey, um--
- Hi, Raul.

- Yeah, can I ask you
a question?

- Yeah, yeah, sure.
That's why I'm here.

- Have you ever
heard the phrase,

"Don't fuck with
the yellow snake--it has--"

- "Four noses."
- Yeah.

- Oh, that's Frias.

- What is that?
- Yeah.

- What's "Frias"?

- Frias is the yellow snake.

- I don't understand
what that--yeah.

- I don't understand.
- Let me show you.

- Yo, yo, yo, wait.
- Oh!

both: Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Look, look, look.
- Okay, no, no, no.

Look, look.
You see?

- Oh, the yellow snake.
- You see?

- Oh, it's an underwear brand.
- Oh, no.

Frias is an empire.
It's not only clothes.

It's everything. Politics,
real estate, you know?

- Oh, okay, so, like, why don't
you fuck with the yellow snake?

- Yeah.
- Do you wanna be fucked

by a yellow snake?
- No, no, I do not.

♪ ♪

- If you cross the yellow
snake, it sniff you out--

[imitates biting]
Puncture you, huh?

Cuidado.

♪ ♪

- It says here that
the Frias is a dynasty

of tailors,
clothiers, and designers

spanning four generations
in the Yucatan.

- Okay,
so here's something I found.

It's a little flow chart
about how detectives--

- No, we don't need to be
googling how detectives work.

I think we should be
following our instincts.

- Okay, well, what are
your instincts telling you?

- Well, we know that, um,
Sam was missing his skateboard.

We know that they were
in someone else's room

at 5:30 in the morning,
and we know that they had this

weird obsession
with a yellow snake.

So I think that
that's the thread

that we should be pulling.
- Well, I don't know.

I mean, maybe we should
be heeding the warning

to not fuck with them.

- No, because that's what
makes them seem so guilty.

Oh, my God.

- What, what?
- I--okay.

I think the Frias family
owns the resort.

- What?
- Yeah, I'm almost positive.

I'm pretty sure that I saw them

on a sign at the Oceana Vista
last night.

- Hang on.
Yeah, but you went

to an abandoned resort
in Mexico alone at night?

- I didn't go alone.
The cab driver was there.

- Oh, my God!
Are you kidding me?

That is the dumbest thing!
- I didn't go inside.

- Emma, we are tourists here!
We are not detectives!

- Take the tour, then.

- Okay, can we get two more
shots of tequila, please?

Okay, you know what I think?

I think we need to go and talk
to someone in the Frias world.

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

- That's what I think too.
- Okay.

- I think that's
a really great idea.

- Yeah, let's see what the fuck

is up with this yellow snake.

- Yeah, because
I wanna know why

you can't fuck with it.
- Yeah, and see if it

really has four noses.
- Yeah.

- Yeah!
- Yeah, I mean, that could be

bullshit, but yeah,
let's go talk to them.

- Okay.

- There we go.
Here we go.

- [grunts]
- You ready?

- Yeah.

All right.

[door creaks open]

- Hola.

Gracias.
- Hola, hola.

So is this a store
or a museum?

- Izamal legend tells
of Orelliano Frias' encounter

with a rare yellow snake
with four noses.

- Oh, that's the snake!
- Frias was known

throughout the region
as the king of henequen fiber.

But it was Orelliano's only
daughter, Beatriz Frias,

who created
the fashion empire.

Combining pashmina wool
and henequen fiber,

she created unique collections

that stitched
the iconic Frias label

into the history
of the peninsula.

From the suit the governor
put on as he was sworn in,

all the way to the dress
Miss Yucatan wore

when she was crowned
Miss Universe.

Frias is everywhere, and
everywhere is better for it.

- Frias is everywhere.

May I offer you a drink?

Complements from my private
distillery, Frias Añejo.

[dramatic music]

- Yes.
- Oh, we good.

- Gracias.

♪ ♪

- Do you have an appointment?

- Oh, my God, that's so good.
Um, an appointment?

No, but you know what?

♪ ♪

I...love this dress.

♪ ♪

- Would you like
one of our tailors

to take your measurement?

♪ ♪

- Um...

you know...

♪ ♪

Um...

♪ ♪

Do you wanna take
my measurement? Hmm?

Hmm?
- [chuckles]

- Mm.

- Mm.
- Sure.

- Veintiocho.

Apologies for my pace.

I'm still an apprentice.

- You're doing great, Caesar.
- Okay, 32, perfect.

- Hey, do you know anything

about the, um, Oceana Vista?

[suspenseful music]

- Um--

I--I don't know.

Ooh.

- [whispering] I think--hey.

I think you do know.

- Hey, you get commissions?

- Uh, turn around.
- You can talk to us, you know?

We'll buy that dress.
- Yeah.

♪ ♪

[clattering]
[indistinct chatter]

- It's mostly rumours.

There is a conflict between
the Frias and the resort.

As you may have heard,
the Frias have a vengeful side,

and they're always listening.

Um--
- What kind of conflict?

- A member of the Frias family
used to work at the resort.

- Who?

- If you look up photos
of the Frias family--

- Mm-hmm?
- You won't see

Beatriz's youngest son.

But if you look up
photos of Oceana Vista,

then you will see him.

We don't talk about him much.

He was a master tailor,
the best there ever was.

Even better than Beatriz.

But he threw it all away.

- What's his name?

- Um--
[whispers] no.

- Caesar.

Hey.

Give us one name.

Just give us his name.

Just one.

You can do it.

Give us his name.

♪ ♪

- Baltasar.
- Thank you.

[patting pockets]
Where's my phone?

- What, you don't--
- Do you have my phone?

- No, I don't have it.
- Shoot, my bag.

Where's my bag?
- I think you left it outside.

- I left it out there.
Thank you.

I don't know.
I put it here.

We need to find Baltasar.

- Is Caesar taking
good care of you?

- She would like to buy
La Reina de la Que Va.

- Yeah, I wanna get it.

- The La Reina de la Que Va?
- Yeah, how much is it?

- That's 450,000 pesos.

- Oh, 450,000 pesos.
So that--then, what is that?

- That's 22,000 U.S. dollars.

- American?
- Wow.

- We don't have it.
- Wow, um--

- I know.

So what exactly
are you doing here?

♪ ♪

- Can I have my bag, please?

Thank you.

[whispers] Give him the thing.
- Yeah, this is--yeah.

Yeah, thanks.
- [whispers] Pleasure.

- [whispering] Oh, my God.

Keep walking, keep walking,

keep walking,
keep walking, keep walking.

I think we just fucked
with the yellow snake.

- Fuck. What the fuck?

- What was that?
- What the fuck?

- What the fuck?
- What the--

Look at--that guy just
took our picture.

- Which guy?
- That guy.

- [gasps]

He's following us.
He's following us.

- Let's run.

- I think I'm too drunk
for this. Oh, my God.

No, no, no, no.
Go, go, go, go.

- Okay, okay, okay, okay.
- Go, go, go, out.

[panting]

Oh, my God. Go, go run!

Ow, ow, ow, my leg, my leg.
- Are you okay?

Go, go, go!
- Okay!

- Okay, he's still behind us.

[breathing heavily]

- Ooh!
- Oh, sorry!

- There he is!
He's really fast!

- Oh, damn it. Hold it!
- Ahh!

No, no, stay, stay!
- Ah--hey!

- Sorry!
- Oh, Lord Jesus!

- We're not gonna
win this one.

- Oh, no!
- We gotta hide! Noah!

♪ ♪

Sorry. Thank you.

Gracias, muchas gracias.
- Mm-hmm.

Hola.
[panting]

[gasps]
[exhales deeply]

Estoy caliente.

♪ ♪

[whispers] What the fuck
does this guy want?

- Oh, yeah, let me just--

♪ ♪

Oh, shit.

Oh, my God.
[line trilling]

Pick up your phone.
Pick up your phone.

Pick up your phone.
[phone buzzing]

- Thank you--sorry, sorry.

Hey, Emma.
Hey, where are you?

- Don't look for me.
Don't look for me. Shit!

- Emma? Emma?
- Oh, God. Oh, my God.

- What?
- Get back in the shop.

- Where are you?

I don't see you.
- God damn it.

Ah--
- Oh, hey!

- Go, run!
- Oh, oh, okay.

- No!
- [grunts]

- [laughs]
- Oh!

- Whoo!

- What the hell
is even happening?

- I feel alive!

- What?
- [screams]

- Okay, I did not--
I did not like that at all,

not even a little bit, or maybe
I did--who the fuck is that?

- I gotta show you something.
- I should not have had

all that tequila!
- I wanna show you something.

- Are we in real danger?

Because I don't wanna--
I don't wanna, like, be

in real danger at all.
- Come here--I've been doing--

I've been doing some research.
- All right, all right.

- I gotta--
I can't move with it.

- I got it,
I got it, I got it.

- Okay,
and we just gotta figure out

which one of these guys
is Baltasar Frias.

This guy in the suit, right?
He's gotta know something.

- Hey, um, wait, does this--

does this person
look familiar to you?

Right here.

- [gasps]
- Yeah.

- Oh, my God.
- Yeah.

- No way.
- Yeah, I think it is--

- We're following
our instincts.

That's a crack in the case!
- Well, okay--oh.

- You good?
- Yeah, I'm good.

Let's go fucking get her.
- We're gonna talk, I mean--

- Yeah! [laughs]
Let's go.

- [speaking Spanish]
Okay, gracias.

Mr. and Mrs. Reed!
So good to see you again.

So how do you like the--
- Is that you?

- [laughs]
Sorry?

- That's you, right?

- No, I don't think so.
Okay, no.

No, no.
[speaks Spanish]

- That is totally you, right?

- Oh, yes.
That's Oceana Vista, yes.

Yes, I have worked
in so many resorts.

- Well, Emma found
this phone in the jungle

that belongs
to this missing kid.

- No.
- And we were just--what?

- Is this--
is this Baltasar Frias?

Right there.

[suspenseful music]

- I don't know.

- I think you do,
because I think

that you're standing
next to him.

So I think you do know
that it's him,

and you continue to know.

♪ ♪

- Yes.
He worked in security.

Hello?
- Security?

You don't say.
- I must take this.

Yeah, yes.

- Is someone really calling?
- What the hell?

- Okay, where's that
detective's boat?

Now we're cooking with gas.

- You are not the first to ask
me about that case.

- Yeah, but I bet you that
we are the first people

to have actually
found something, right?

- It's better to eat the past.

- Eat the--
eat the past?

- Does the name Baltasar Frias
mean anything to you?

- Not here.

Come aboard.

- Hey, salud!
[laughter]

- Mmm.

- All right!
- [speaking Spanish]

- I don't know though.
I think you should--

- [laughs]
- You think you can

keep the fuck up?
[laughter]

- Be careful.

She will get herself killed.

Or maybe you.
[laughter]

Bien.

[laughter]

Stay right here.

- Weird energy there.
- Yeah, no.

To me,
this seems totally normal.

Do you wanna leave?
- No.

He knows something, and
I know that he knows something,

and I wanna know what he knows,
you know?

- All right,
just don't challenge him

to a drinking contest.
It--I'm--I'm spinning.

- Were you actually
drinking this?

Noah, you can't be drinking.
- You aren't?

- No, I'm doing a swish
and spit--I'm goin'--

- Oh, no.
- You can't drink this.

You don't know what it is.
- Oh, no.

- It's okay.
Okay, it's okay.

It's okay.
It's okay.

I got it.
I got it.

I got it.
- All right, well, look.

Just in case he's on his way
back up here to kill us--

happy anniversary.

- What?
- [whispers] Happy Anniversary!

- No.
[gasps]

It's the 23rd.
Oh, my God.

- Yeah, it's fine.
- Oh, my God, I'm sorry.

I am so sorry.
- No, it's fine.

It's fine.
- Noah,

why didn't you say anything?
- Well, I was gonna say

something earlier
while you were in the shower,

but you seemed distracted,
and then there was all--

and with the phone.
- I'm so sorry.

- Then we got caught up
in the mystery--

- I can't believe I did that.
- And I just didn't wanna

make you feel under pressure
to do anything.

- You gotta tell me that.
You can't bottle it up.

- It's fine.
♪ Everything is fine ♪

- [sighs]

We found the boy's skateboard
in Baltasar's bedroom.

- Holy shit.
- He was our prime suspect.

- Really?
- Uh-huh.

I interviewed Baltasar Frias.

He was a hunted man and a liar.

- Peniche?
- He change his name.

- Well.
- I know it was him.

But the storm
washed everything away

before I got any evidence.
- Mm.

- I did not give up.

But the big, big fish
eat the little fish.

The Frias are the big fish.
- Where is he now?

- Some say he's dead.

Some say
he changed his identity

and lives in Buenos Aires.

I believe
he's out there somewhere.

Wait a sec.
Does that say

what I think it says?
Is that--

- His room number.
- He was staying there

when all this went down?
- He lived there.

His room was painted yellow
like Izamal--

the Frias' homeland.
- Oh, my God.

- Yellow.
- Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.

Um...is that his room?

- Maybe.
- The time stamp here is 5:30

in the morning, right?

He doesn't have a shirt on.
I don't think

they're gonna fuck in either
of their parents' rooms.

So what if they were
in his room?

What if--what if--
what if--what if--what if

um, Sam and Violet
went to go get Sam's skateboard

from Baltasar's room,

and then he caught them there,
and he killed them on the spot?

- [chuckles]

- Okay,
so we just have to match

this photo to his room,
which is yellow, right?

- [chuckles]

You should let me
keep the phone.

- No.
- For your own good.

♪ ♪

[sighs]
Do you like your life?

- What kind of
question is that?

- I like my life--
the fish, the boat.

[chuckles]

But this is not what I wanted.

Trust me, this thing is
gonna fuck with your head.

You're on vacation.

I suggest you stay on it.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

[light acoustic music playing]

♪ ♪

- You would've been proud
of me--I skipped the dolphins.

I went horseback riding
on the beach,

but they were out of horses,
so I got a mule named Esdel.

I thought they said "Estelle."
I thought it was a her,

but I guess it was a he.

- What?
- You're on your phone.

- Anyway, and I went
for a ride in a spaceship.

[clears throat]
Who's the lucky guy?

- No one.

- You know, I told you
I got you something, too.

♪ ♪

Merry Christmas, kiddo.

♪ ♪

- Mom's car.

- I know she'd want
you to have it.

♪ ♪

- I swear, this door is smaller
than the standard size.

- Yeah, I can assure you
it's not any smaller

than it was
when the bed arrived.

Push--push--
when I say "push," on three.

One, two, three.
Push!

[all grunting]

I swear, this was easier
when you guys brought it in.

[grunting]

Yeah, just--there you go.
Once we get it rollin'...

- [sniffing]

[footsteps approaching]
You need anything?

- I'm okay.

- I, um--

- [sighs]

[mysterious music]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[wondrous music]

♪ ♪

- You, uh, you wanna go find

this guy's room tomorrow,
don't you?

- Yeah, well, I do.

- You know what I wanna do?

- Hmm?
- I wanna go

get in that fuckin' pool!

♪ ♪

- What?
- Oh!

- [laughs]
I belly-flopped so bad!

I belly-flopped.

♪ ♪

- Jesus, I'm like a manatee.

[both laugh]

♪ ♪

Oh, man. There's so much weird,
like, smeg in here.

- [laughs] Ew.

- Come on.

- Wait, I can just make it.

- There you go.

♪ ♪

- Whoo.
- Whoo.

[both howling]

♪ ♪

[both speak Spanish]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[crunches]

♪ ♪

[spits]

♪ ♪

- Baltasar.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[beeps]
[keys clacking]