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Ooh, sorry about that.
Late night, early morning.

By the time I checked the--

you okay?

Today's guest is--
is a dear friend.

Precious cargo.

Is this our guest?

Joy Summers.

She asked me to fulfill
a very special fantasy.

Her last.

For luck on your new journey.

Thank you, Segundo.

How do you feel, Elena?

Like I've been pushed
to the center of the stage

and nobody has told me
what the play is.

Wow. Come on.

Let's not keep
your first guest waiting, hmm?

Okay.

Let your instincts guide you.

It's all in your heart,

and no one has
a better heart than you.

Your uncle knew that.

Filling his shoes is much
easier said than done, Segundo.

Mi amor, you just have
to fill your shoes.

Trust the Island.

Look. The plane.

Go.

A big smile, eh?

Like that. Yes.

Good luck.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.
I'm Elena Roarke.

I'm your host.
You must be Joy Summers.

Yeah.

I see you've met
our pilot, Cora.

Ah, thank you, Cora.

Real ray of sunshine,
that one, huh?

Oh, this place, it's beautiful.

And you get to call it home.

I do now. Yes.

Wild hibiscus. Perfection.
Just like you.

Perhaps I'll put it in my hair
so people can tell us apart.

- Come on.
- Aw.

Where do we go first?

Not quite sure where to start.

How about at the beginning?

Well, I was born
at a very early age.

And sometime after that,

I started dreaming
of building an empire.

You know, something that would
make the world a better place.

And what stopped you?

Guy with a killer smile I met
in business school.

Before I had a chance
to really think it through,

I started building a family
instead of an empire.

They say life is what happens
while we're making other plans.

Those other plans didn't
include guy with a killer smile

leaving me when
my youngest was a toddler.

- Oh, no.
- We're fine now.

My older boys, Ross and Frank,
they're just out of college.

And Bridge--Bridget--is 15,

and she's thriving.

Although sometimes I wonder
what might have been.

Couldn't it still be?

No, I'm 54 years old.

Some doors close,
and they never reopen.

I just--I have to accept that.

Well, perhaps you shouldn't.

No, I know what I can
and can't do.

I'm just being realistic.

- And your fantasy?
- Oh, right.

Well, um...

My name is Joy,

but somewhere along the way,
I seem to have lost my--

I was so focused
on my kids' happiness

that I completely forgot
about my own.

So my fantasy
is to find my joy.

Something that will last.

Can you help me with that?

Yeah, of course. No problem.

Right.
When do we get started?

Soon enough, you know,

but I want you
to first get unpacked

and then get
a good night's sleep.

And then tomorrow,
the adventure begins.

Elena, can I ask you
a question?

Yeah.

I look around at this room,
and then I look at you,

and something
doesn't quite match up.

Okay, the truth is,

I have a long and deep
connection to this island.

I'm somewhat new to this job.

- How new?
- Very, very, very, very new.

You're my first guest.

And I hope
that's not a concern.

Elena, I have known you
all of what, 15 minutes?

And I have
complete faith in you.

Besides, you always
remember your first, right?

Yes.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Your mother was a dear friend,
and she loved you all so much.

- Is that our mom?
- It is, yeah.

Guys, welcome.

I'm Elena Roarke.
This is my associate, Ruby.

- Pleased to meet you.
- Nice to meet you too.

I'm Ross Summers.

This is my brother, Frank,
and my sister, Bridge.

And none of us really know
why we're here.

And we don't recall
our mother

ever mentioning you
or this island.

I believe that,

but if you just give me
a moment to explain, I can--

Yeah, my time is actually
extremely limited.

Extremely.

Ross here is huge in the world
of foreign currency arbitrage,

blibidi blih, blibidi blah.

I do have a successful
career, which makes one of us.

And most people like me,
which makes one of us.

We're guessing that all
of this has something to do

with our mother's business.

Over the past 10 years,
Joy Summers

built a multimillion
dollar company from scratch.

Wow.

Well, what a special legacy
for you three.

It would be if these two
weren't set on,

you know, selling it off.

It's that what
your mother wanted?

She never actually said.

Our mom held most things
about her business

tighter than the recipe
to Coca-Cola.

You know, when I first met
your mother,

we had a lot
of similar self-doubts.

My job is helping people,
but your mother, she helped me.

And to be honest, without her,

I don't think
that I would be here today.

On this island, we make
fantasies become reality.

And when your mom understood--

when she realized
how ill she was--

she asked me to fulfill
her last fantasy:

for the three of you
to spread her ashes together.

- That's all you need from us?
- That's it.

Yeah, but there's a--

Okay, well, then as much as
I would love to sit around here

and take in the beautiful
sights, given current company.

Uh, agreed.
Let's not prolong this.

I'm just gonna--hi, Mom.

- Thank you both.
- Nice pen.

Thank you for honoring
my mother's wish.

Hmm.

I'll go first.

Mom, there are no words

to express how much I love you

and always will.

I'll miss you every day.

Mostly, I'll miss
the beautiful little things,

the cute little cat face that
you'd draw on our lunch bags

or the silly little rhymes
you'd make up

and sing to us in the car and--

- What?
- It's nothing.

I was gonna just mention
the silly rhymes. Go ahead.

There's, like,
a million other things

you can mention, Ross.

You know what? No, forget it.
Forget it.

I couldn't even
get through this

without you two figuring out
a way to spoil it?

Spread Mom's ashes.
I love you, Mom.

- Just give it to me.
- Okay. Yeah.

Knock yourself out.

Apologies for interrupting,
but I wanted to add

that your mom's fantasy
was for you guys

to spread her ashes in a spirit
of mutual love and respect.

Until then, the urn is not
gonna open.

- You mean like magic?
- Something like that.

Okay, yeah, that's not gonna
work for me at all.

Oh, okay.

Well, while you guys
work things out,

feel free to enjoy
the resort's many amenities.

Well, like we're gonna solve
30 years of familial warfare

over piña coladas?

Really?
- What?

I need, like, a pair
of pliers or something.

Well, you heard her, Ross.
That's not gonna help.

- I can't stay here forever.
- Hey, "GQ."

You still got
your private pilot's license?

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

This is a bad--
Ross, give me Mom.

- Hey, you hear that?
- Sounds like a plane.

Yeah, my plane.
Somebody stole my plane.

- Oh, he won't go far.
- Won't go far?

Base to Fantasy One,
what the hell is going on?

Mayday. Mayday.

I've lost control
of the aircraft.

Not to worry, Javi.
All is well that ends well.

What?

Oh, no.

It's not doing
what I'm telling it.

Oh, great job, Ross!
We're all gonna die!

Tell him what to do!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

There's salt water
in my mouth,

and it's the best thing
I've ever tasted

because I am alive!

No thanks to Ross!

The plane wouldn't do
what I told it to do!

Oh, well, why didn't you use
that condescending tone

that works so well
for you on the ground?

- Either of you wanna survive?
- You really couldn't have

asked us that
before we flew with you?

The resort's
north-northwest of here.

If we start walking now,

we'll get there
just after sunset.

- Oh, that's a great idea.
- Thank you.

No, I was--I was
being sarcastic.

It's a totally
fricking insane idea.

Do either of you
have a better idea?

No, but I can still hate it
'cause you came up with it.

Frank, you get the urn. Okay?

From now on,
it's your responsibility.

Oh, of course it is.

Just like taking care of Mom
was my responsibility

while you were holding down
the fort in Beijing.

All I'm saying is that
if we get lost in there,

it is on you.

You're not gonna find a way
to blame

everything on me
like you always do.

Ross the Boss strikes again.

Wow. Just wow.

I do not know where you learn
to do what you do,

but you must have graduated
at the top of your class.

It's incredible.

What?

How you know how to press
every one of my buttons,

and I don't even know
the first thing about you.

You know everything
you need to.

So mysterious.

But I wanna spend time
with you out in the world.

Mm-mm.

- Why not?
- Maybe sometime.

Tonight after I'm done
with work,

I'll go to the beach bar,
I'll buy drinks,

we'll share our stories,
and we'll just be together.

Okay. Let's see.

Couldn't sleep, either?

Who can sleep the night
before their fantasy?

What's your excuse?

I started redecorating
my office.

I couldn't spend
one more second

staring at tusks and daggers.

What's on the menu?

Well, when I can't sleep,
I make truffles.

So tonight, I thought that
I would try three new flavors.

Lemon cream, lime coconut,
and hazelnut ganache.

- That's yummy.
- If you have the ingredients.

Oh, we have the ingredients.

How do you know?

We have the ingredients.

It's as if they knew
I'd be here.

Am I wrong thinking that
making truffles brings you joy?

- It's just a silly hobby.
- Hmm. I see.

What about you?

Who redecorates
in the middle of the night?

First day on the job jitters,
I suppose.

When I say you got this,
you got this.

I gotta take a break.
I gotta do it.

Oh, what did it, Bridge?

Was it the first 50 feet
or the second?

You wanna try walking
in my platform sandals?

Well, at this rate,
you're gonna be spreading

my ashes on this beach.

If either of you want to get
back to civilization,

I'm gonna need
a serious attitude change.

That's all you need, Ross?

Because Bridge and I,

we'd rather feed ourselves
to the crabs

than have you lecturing us.

Or have you tell me

one more time how
your being here is my fault.

You pushed me to come here
when I didn't want to...

Nicky.

Did you seriously
just call me Nicky?

Never do that again ever.
- God. Chill out. Would you?

And you know what, Frank?

If you don't want to follow
my lead anymore, that's fine.

I officially resign
from being in charge.

You can't resign from it
because we never hired you.

All our lives, you've been
putting yourself in charge.

We haven't asked you
to do that once.

Oh, my God, please.

For the love of all that
is holy, please,

please rescue us.
Or at least just me.

The three of you
stole a plane.

Where are the apologies?
- Uh, I got one.

I am so sorry that my brother
is the world's worst pilot.

It didn't do
what I was telling it to.

Oh, enough already, Ross.

If you're gonna act
like children,

you deserve to be treated
like children.

What does that mean?
What are we talking?

Like, warm milk and cookies
or bed without supper?

I'm gonna do exactly
what your mother would do

if she was here.

Give you all a timeout.

Is this for real?

It's our rec room from
our house on Stratford Road.

My old Ping-Pong table!
And the Nerf basketball hoop?

The old Toshiba and the VCR.

Couch where I made out
with Kathy Gable.

- You guys.
- Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots.

Everything is exactly the same.

- Except for one thing.
- What?

The door. It's gone.

It's a basement.
Frank, there's no trap door.

All right, whatever.
I give up. All right, look.

I know you're waiting for us
to ask it, so here it is.

What do you suggest we do?

Oh, now you want my help.

If it's gonna help us get out
of here faster, then yeah.

Oh, thanks for the vote
of confidence, Nicky.

Ow!

Guys.

Maybe this is like the
escape room that I did once.

All the clues, they were
scattered in random places.

You know, I'm so tired of
being judged by the two of you.

I did not want to take charge
when Dad left.

All right? But somebody had to.
- No, Mom was in charge.

It just made you feel better
to be all chest thumping.

Yeah, it made you feel better
after college

to move as far away from us
as you possibly could.

Mm-hmm.

Tokyo is where my career
took me.

And when Mom got sick,

you left us
to handle everything.

You came home two days
before she died.

And you're one to talk.

You're off the grid for what,
two years?

What was the name
of that commune?

It was a utopian community,
and its name was

Bite Me You Self-Righteous
Douche Canoe.

Hey, guys, check this out.

Says, "For Ross, Francis,
and Bridget.

Love, Mom."

Okay. Is this on?

I think it's--

I think it's recording.

Oh, this is really hard.

If the three of you
are watching this,

then I am really gone,

and you're there with Elena.

It would take me forever
to list the ways

that I love each of you.

Ross, you can do anything.
You've always been like that.

So determined.

And Frank, you can
make me laugh even now.

You were the best person
to take care of me.

Bridget, my baby,
I'm so proud of you.

Keep telling your truth

even when it's hard.

I know the three of you fight.
You always have.

You're probably
bickering right now

about the fact that
you couldn't get the urn open.

Arguments come and go.
But love doesn't.

Ross, I won't be there
to remind you

how you'd stand
over Bridget's crib

just to make sure that
she was still breathing.

And Frank, how you were
always bragging about

how Ross was the smartest kid
in school.

And Bridget,
how you would always

get into trouble on purpose

so that you could
have a timeout

with your big brothers
in the basement.

Remember that you love
each other.

Choose to be a family.

With me gone,
it'll be easy for you

to slip out
of each other's lives.

Don't. Please.

You need each other.

I know you can get along.

I've seen it.

I love you all so, so much.

Do you really get
in trouble on purpose?

Maybe.

I miss her.

So much.

Me too.

Hey, you believe this?

Shredded fuel pump.

Can you hand me that flathead?

Yeah.

There you go.

Oh, man.

So what's up?

Oh, just wondering.

You ever met someone
on the Island named Isla?

Nope. Doesn't ring any bells.
Who is she?

Um, a friend. Good friend.

You know, close friend
but also kind of not.

So you and Isla are close
but also kind of not?

She gave me my tattoo,

and we've been spending time
together, like, quality time.

So you have feelings
for this Isla, huh?

She's kind of everything.

You know, like in a mysterious,
elusive kind of way.

Oh, man. You have got it bad.

I do not have it bad.

But yes,
that there's some feelings.

Right, and what does Elena
think of her?

I haven't told her yet,
because--

Uh-oh.

You think Isla might be
bad news,

and you don't want Elena
to tell you, "Be careful."

Yeah.

Elenita,
how are things going?

Great.

My guest expects her fantasy
to start this morning,

and I was up all night,
Segundo, thinking and thinking

and hoping that the way forward
would magically come to me.

Have you considered
all the tools available to you?

I don't feel ready
to use them, I don't know.

Elena, your uncle never
would have chosen you

if you weren't ready.

Okay?

Now go. I have work to do.

Okay.

Any idea
what's on the other side?

Not a clue.

How exciting is this?

I have walked past this door

I don't even know
how many times,

but I have never
stepped through.

Let's do it.

Okay. Let's go find your joy.

Two roads diverged
in a yellow wood.

If I can only choose one,
what do you suggest?

Um, okay, well,
which feels more like you?

The basket or the machete?

Are you kidding? The basket.

Okay.

All right. Wish me luck.
Here I go.

You know, did it ever occur
to you, Bridge,

that maybe doing your nails
in a room with no ventilation

might be annoying the crap
out of me too?

- Does it bother you?
- It's disgusting, Nicky.

What the hell
is wrong with you?

Dude, she's asked you, like,

a million times
not to call her that.

Yeah, it was cruel
and immature when you were 15.

You're 34.

How many times
did the both of you

mock me with Ross the Boss?

Yeah, but Nicky?
NCE--not cute enough?

Who tells their little sister

that she's just not
cute enough?

And that was just for starters,
because you always--

Hey, hey, hey.

Look, he's an idiot.
Just don't engage--

Oh, don't act like
you weren't a part of it too.

Always telling me that
if I were better

or more special or different,
Dad wouldn't have left?

You know, the only reason
Mom and Dad even had you

was to try to save
their failed marriage.

Ugh!

Only people whose marriages
are already a disaster

have kids to try and save them!
Stop!

Can we just move beyond this?
It's all ancient history.

No, it's not, not for me.

I'm never, never forgiving
either of you for that.

This is so disappointing.

It's like
your mother's message

had no impact on any of you.

Why?
Why are you doing this to us?

Well, I was hoping
you might unite

if only to find your way out.

I think I know
what the problem is.

You need more motivation.

- What?
- Guys, floor is lava.

Oh, my God!

Oh, God! Oh! Okay!

Baby Bridge
has got the hiccups,

and we don't know what to do.

She's bouncing up and down
like a baby kangaroo.

Maybe we should jump out
of the closet shouting boo.

- Can I have another one?
- Of course.

Thanks.

- Hi.
- Hey.

Took enough food
for Helene and me.

Little father-daughter picnic
on the beach.

- Aww, that makes me so happy.
- And you?

Waiting for Ms. Right?

Huh. I thought I was.

I mean, she's running late.
Give her a call.

Hmm, well, I don't actually
have a number for her.

Not even sure
if she has a phone.

You know, we usually just run
into each other on the beach,

and then, uh, well, you--

- Oh. Okay, then.
- There you go.

She is just
such a free spirit.

Careful.
This is Fantasy Island.

Everyone and everything
aren't always what they seem.

Oh, my--

What could be more me
than coming to Fantasy Island

to find joy and ending up
with a basket

full of dirty sweat socks
and fast food wrappers

and everything else my kids
dropped along the way?

Well, it was
certainly considerate

to pick up the mess,
even selfless.

Almost as if you felt
it was your obligation.

Well, I couldn't just
leave it all there.

Somebody had to do it.

Believe me, I know
all about obligation.

But I also know there are times

when we carry more
than is required of us.

Speaking of, I think you can
put all that stuff down now.

Much better, isn't it?

You know, the Island seems
to be offering you something

that we don't often
get in life.

This is a do-over.

So what if this time,
you were to pick the machete?

- Really? Machete?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. Why not?

'Cause I told you,
it's just--it's not me.

I'm not a warrior.

Joy, you raised three kids
on your own.

I'd say you are
very much a warrior.

You got a point.

How's the machete
gonna help me find joy?

I guess we'll see.

You know, sometimes,
we have to embrace the options,

you know, the tools
that are available to us.

- The machete it is.
- Yes.

Well, we have to come up
with a plan and fast.

- The floor is lava.
- Uh-huh.

We used to play this game
all the time

when Bridge was little,
but we had a routine.

Right, right, right, right.

And it was--it was--it was
couch to coffee table to futon.

No, no, it was couch
to coffee table to bean bag.

No, no, no.
You're both wrong.

It's couch to futon,
bean bag, baseball glove.

- No, that's definitely not it.
- Oh, no, no. I'm telling you.

Couch, futon, bean bag, glove.

Oh, really?
Right now--right now

is the first time that
you're gonna trust me ever?

I mean what do
we have to lose?

You look confident.

But if this doesn't work,
you can't blame me.

- Oh, that goes without saying.
- Right.

Here goes nothing.

Okay. Okay. Okay.

Uh, okay, okay, okay, okay.

- Focus.
- Okay.

My favorite sandal's
in the other bag!

- It's okay.
- Um. Okay.

To get from the glove
to where the door

is supposed to be was the, um,
the Summers' somersault.

all: The somersault!
- Right. All right.

But we bucket brigade
the cushions.

Ross, get to the bean bag.
Go. Go. Go. Go.

- Come on!
- Okay! Okay!

Okay. Come on.

Okay. Okay. Uh-huh.

Okay. Okay.

- Ready?
- Uh-huh.

Okay. And go, go, go. Go.

Okay. Okay.

Over here. Come here.

- Are you sure?
- Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Okay. Okay. Okay.

Guys, we were
a lot smaller back then.

There is no way we're all
gonna fit on the glove.

No, we will catch you.
We will catch you. Just jump.

- Okay.
- Come on.

Right here.

- Oh! Oh! Oh!
- Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Okay! Okay.

Time for the coup de grâce.

The Summers' sault.

- You got this, sis.
- I know.

The Summers somersault
never fails!

Oh, my God.

- Where's Mom?
- What?

- Oh, man.
- You left Mom?

It all happened so fast.

What?

At least you can't blame me
for this one, right?

You were responsible
for one thing, Frank.

Frank!

I've been lifting weights
for 12 years

waiting for the day
I could kick your ass.

Get up so I can do it again.

Oh, my God!

Real mature, you guys.
You're both in your 30s.

Oh, Frank.
I think you broke my nose.

Nose. Try my knuckles.
Your head is like a rock.

- Are you done?
- No. Just round one.

Look, if Mom was here,

she would be ashamed
of all of us.

Mom would be here
if Frank hadn't

left her on the coffee table!

Hey, where are you going?

To get away from you two.

Wait. No, no, no. Wait.
We gotta be miserable together.

Ow.
- Wait.

- Stop.
- Wait!

Elena?

Elena?

I know you can
hear me right now,

and at this moment, you are so
no longer my favorite person.

All right. Let's do this.

Okay.

If anything is attached to me
when I get to the other side...

Oh, crap.

Hello, piranhas.

Soup's on.
There's plenty for everyone.

- Hey, Bridget.
- Hmm. What is it, Francis?

Look, I'm sorry that I said

that you were to blame
for Mom and Dad separating.

Me too.

It's an unbelievably
horrible thing to say to a kid.

- Then why did you say it?
- I don't know.

Maybe because as a teenager
hurting the way that we were,

you just lay blame
anywhere you can.

Yeah, except on Dad,

who was the one
who actually abandoned us.

Look, my teen years
were a minefield of regret,

and I feel about a thousand
times worse about this

than, you know, stealing money
from Mom's purse.

Well, it would have been nice
to hear this

from both of you 15 years ago,
but hey, better late.

There you are.

Do you have any idea
what I've just been doing?

Yes. Joy, bravo. Well done.

So much for what you can
and can't do.

Now, tell me,
what do you feel exactly?

And don't say irritated.

Well, I guess

I do feel powerful.

Mm-hmm.

- Fierce.
- Yes, I can see that.

What else?

- Maybe a little triumphant.
- You are.

In other words?

Joy. I'm Joy of the jungle.

Yes. Come on.

Oh!

What is this?

It's so beautiful.

Oh, it's so beautiful. Oh.

It's cacao?

Mm-hmm.

Cacao.

It's chocolate, but this is...

Ah!

It's extraordinary.

Hey, uh.

If we're doing, uh,
apologies or whatever,

I'm sorry that
I left everything

to the two of you
during Mom's final months.

Well, you know, it's probably
for the best, right?

It would've been such a pain
having you around

telling us what to do, so.

That's true.

And Frank, I'm sorry
I blew off your wedding.

I'll come to the next one.

- Oh.
- You know,

if you can get someone else
to agree to marry you.

Well, you know,
I was actually thinking

about giving
Kathy Gable a call.

Oh, really?
Well, you have my blessing.

Hey, um,

I know you were
just trying to step up

when Dad left.

We did not make it easy
for you.

Well, I guess we also have
some growing up to do.

Yeah.

- You really do.
- We believe in you.

- Yeah.
- Have you learned nothing?

- No, we're flawless.
- We're totally perfect.

Oh, look,
Mom's waiting for us.

It is so nice to see
the Summers kids smiling.

Should have held on
to my basket.

This place has been
the pride

of the Island for generations.

Frank.

They're heavier than
you think you're gonna be too.

And Ross. Is that Bridget?
Oh, God. She's so grown up.

And look at you.
So self-assured.

They don't smell
like chocolate.

Think the chocolate's
inside, Ross.

- It's incredible.
- It's in the future?

Yeah.

That and what
I always dreamed of.

They're just...

- Wow.
- Getting along so well.

So much joy.

Well, you deserve the same.

It's not too late.
It's your time.

You know what? I agree.

Enough of this being realistic.

This joyful warrior knows
exactly what she's gonna do.

- Build an empire?
- And you're gonna help.

So these cacao seeds are
the secret to mom's truffles?

The essential ingredient.

Why didn't mom tell us about
any of this when she was alive?

'Cause your mother know
that you wouldn't appreciate

what it all meant
until this very moment.

Now, if you guys agree...

I think this is
the perfect place for her.

You gotta hand it to Mom.

She always knew.

To Mom.

both: To Mom.

Are you mad?

Less mad
the more you kiss me.

Well, anticipation
has been killing me.

I have made good truffles,

and I have made
very good truffles,

but these...

Let me see. Let me see.

Mmm! Perfect.

Yeah. Mm-hmm.

I can't be humble.
They are perfect.

You did it.

You found your joy--
the kind that lasts.

Yeah.

And not to diminish
my own contributions,

but I couldn't have done it
without you.

Thank you, Elena.

Thank you.

And we are in business
now together,

so I'm gonna talk
to you very soon.

Gonna miss you.

Oh, I'm gonna
miss you, too, Joy.

Hey, by the way,
you're killing it in that suit.

Cora, I made
something special for you.

Let's do this.

Thank you for everything,
Ms. Roarke.

Of course.

Yeah, this may come
as a shock,

but now that we know
how our mom's company

came to be
and what makes it what it is,

Bridge and Ross are dead set
on holding onto it.

But we can't risk
losing access

to our product's
cornerstone ingredient.

And I would never jeopardize
my own truffle supply.

The arrangement I made with
your mother must stay as is.

Agreed?
- Agreed.

Safe travels, guys.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

You three, stay out
of the cockpit.

I'm serious.
- Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Go, go, go, go.

- Come here.
- Ooh.

Not that I'm complaining,
but our previous pilot, Cora,

would have never given me
a kiss like that.

Cora didn't know what
she was missing, did she?

You're used to this kinda
of lifestyle, right?

- Yeah, thank you.
- Ah, nice one.

You have to share.
Oh, my God. Jesus.

Sorry. Sorry.
Last time. Promise.

Oh, my. I'm exhausted. Satisfied.

Hmm. Same.