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[instrumental music]

[seagulls squawking]

[waves crashing]

[birds chirping]

[whirring]

[man] Thank you, gentlemen.

An immaculate reproduction.

How kind of you to bestow it upon us

on this wonderful occasion.

If you don't mind my saying so, Mr. Laurent,

of all the hotels you've designed throughout the world,

I've always considered ours the most exquisite.

The pinnacle of an incredibly distinct...

Why don't I give you a moment alone with the piece?

[instrumental music]

-[rattling] [liquid sloshing]

[exhales sharply]

[groans]

[coughing]

[choking, coughing]

[groaning, coughing]

[thuds]

[eerie music]

[birds chirping]

[instrumental music]

[telephone ringing]

[indistinct chatter]

Excuse us.

Um, yeah, I'm sorry.

Probably as high as a goddamn kite.

[Harold] It's legal in this state, you know?

No, it isn't, Harold.

Open, but unavailable? What does that even mean?

[Brianna] It is true that right now

no one is staying in the penthouse, Mrs...

Rose. Just Rose.

You know, the influencer?

-Rose? -Thanks, Dylan.

That's Dylan.

Pleased to meet you both.

We have closed the penthouse off to guests

due to an unfortunate incident that happened last--

Whoa, babe!

You know, the building dude, who offed himself last week?

It-it hasn't been determined that he actually--

Wait, wait, wait, wait! Hm.

So you're telling me that we can't celebrate

our one-week anniversary

because some idiot killed himself in my room?

You're celebrating one week?

Yes.

Congratulations.

I will see what I can do.

[snaps fingers] Hey, Mary Jane!

Next time, why don't you wait

till you get to the room to light up?

[laughs]

[instrumental music]

[groans]

[drawer opens]

Uh, there you go.

I can go down first.

You need to rest, lay the groundwork.

No, it should be me, like we discussed.

I'm the better pain in the ass.

[laughing]

You'll get no argument from me.

Thank you, dear.

[rain pattering]

Mm-hmm. Hello, I'm trying to lose them.

That's, like, the point.

Yes, yes, but it does me no good

if I cannot highlight products that are a brand fit, Lucas.

It's not just lipstick.

It's basically endorsing animal testing.

Yeah, you wanna talk money? My followers would freak.

-Yo, I'mma go hit the gym. -We just got here.

No, no, no, not you. Not you, Lucas, it's Dylan.

Hold on. Thanks.

Babe, my bis, tris and delts are on active recovery, so...

[chuckles] You don't call what we just did active?

-That was just a warm up, baby. -Mm, mm.

[Marcos] Well, weather says it's gonna miss us.

At least check-in went smoothly. Just one problem-couple so far.

-Hunters, you think? -It's hard to say.

They did want the penthouse.

I'll go up and toss some theater tickets at them.

Hopefully, that's the end of it.

Keep an eye on that for me, will ya?

Yeah. Oh!

Speaking of the penthouse, housekeeping said

they found some belongings in the bathroom and the walk-in.

They can't be leave-behinds.

A friend of mine is going through a pretty rough divorce.

Just cover for me for a few days,

just until we get her set up in another place.

-Of course. -Thank you.

You know, it's the damnedest thing.

You would think a goddamn five-star hotel

would put a working TV in a room.

I'm terribly sorry, sir, I'd be more than happy

to go up and take a look. I'm sure it's an easy fix.

Yo! Like, anyone in here, bro?

[instrumental music]

[zipper unzips]

-[clicks] -[Dylan] Day one, 3:47 p.m.

Ms. Downing and I have just checked in

and engaged in a little christening of the room.

And I have to say, it's all true,

the Libertine Grand Hotel totally typifies

the spatial and semantic organization

that's come to define our man's later style.

[elevator bell dings]

[rattling]

-Oh, my God! -Ah! Ah!

-Um... Oh, my... -Oh, hi.

-Hi. -Hi. Um, thank God you're here.

This is maybe the most embarrassed I've ever been in

my entire life. Can you, can you please let me in?

I'm, like, literally naked.

Let, let you in here?

My room. I-I locked myself out.

Oh, you're the friend.

-Yes, yes. -You're going through the...

-Uh... Yes, absolutely. -The...

I'm going through it.

-So can we, um... Can we? -Yes.

Thank you.

Ah, thanks. Thank you, sir. Thank you.

[rain pattering]

[elevator bell dings]

Brianna, hi. You're themaitre d',correct?

-I am-- -Mrs. Steele. How's the TV?

Joan, please. Uh, the TV is fine.

It was just unplugged. Silly.

No, I-I wanted to catch you because I have a severe allergy

to the down of several avian species,

and I wanted to know if I needed to make

special arrangements for bedding.

All of our bedding is hypoallergenic, Mrs. Steele.

Excuse me.

[clears throat]

Excuse me, can I help you?

Really picked up out there, didn't it?

Wonder if we're gonna end up getting hit with it.

The weather says it'll miss us, Mr...

Quinn. And you are?

Brianna, themaitre d'.

Do you have a reservation with us this evening?

Oh, well, then can I ask you

to please enjoy the storm from outside?

You want me to go back out in that?

We require shoes in the lobby, sir.

And we don't allow weapons.

Oh, that's not a weapon, that's a tool.

And I don't have shoes.

As a practitioner of IV, I subsist on the barter system.

I traded them for five pounds

of locally-roasted coffee just this morning.

-I'm sorry, IV? -Intentional Vagabondry?

Oh, if you haven't heard about it yet,

you will soon, believe me.

Be that as it may, Mr. Quinn, we still require...

You traded your shoes for coffee?

They weren't very good shoes.

That's really good coffee. Peruvian.

Look, I may be able to loan you some shoes from lost and found.

But in return, I need you to promise me

that as soon as this lets up, you will vacate the lobby.

Deal?

Okay.

[rain pattering]

[instrumental music]

[gasps]

[chuckles]

Ah...

Oh, yes.

[chuckling]

[squeals]

Oh.

[rain pattering]

What's his deal?

Some intentionally homeless person.

[Brianna] He needed shoes and to not drown outside,

and I needed to not deal with him anymore.

That was management, the path of the storm is shifting,

but they're not gonna evacuate us

unless we get mandatory orders.

Figures. What do you wanna do?

Just be ready. Get with the department leads.

Make sure they know their protocols for a full evacuation.

Tell them it's looking extremely likely.

Is it looking extremely likely?

No idea.

Oh, hey, I met your friend.

Yeah, she locked herself out of the penthouse

in nothing but a robe.

[rain pattering]

[instrumental music]

[thunder rumbling]

[eerie music]

[rain pattering]

[music continues]

[door opens, shuts]

Hello?

Oh, they must have given me the wrong room.

[Caroline] I realized there was a mistake--

You may have been able to fool Marcos without your clothes on,

but I know that you know that

you're not supposed to be in here.

[instrumental music]

What?

What are you doing?

How do you know that I know

that I'm not supposed to be in here?

I'm themaitre d'. It's my job.

You aren't letting anyone stay up here.

I heard you telling Internet chick and meathead guy earlier.

Mm-hmm.

I think I'll stay.

[Caroline] If the penthouse isn't open to guests,

then there shouldn't be clothes in the closet

or makeup in the bathroom.

[Caroline scoffs]

Nice lipstick.

You wanna know why we close this room off to guests?

[instrumental music]

The rug's epoxied to the floor, but if it wasn't,

you'd be able to see how much blood there was.

From his mouth, esophagus, stomach.

Poison.

Police couldn't say if he did it to himself

or if someone else did it to him, but...

I think I know.

It's a reproduction of Gauguin'sD'ou Venons Nous?

Que Sommes Nous? Ou Allons Nous?

Gaugin considered this to be his masterpiece.

Attempted suicide upon its completion.

I'll let you guess how.

Poison?

The man who died in this room was Louis Laurent,

the architect of this hotel.

He felt the same way about The Libertine

as Gauguin felt about this painting.

I'm not scared away because some tortured genius

popped a cyanide pill in here.

In fact, I kind of like it.

So why the hell would you wanna stay here?

Um...

-Shut up! -[door opens]

You and the architect?

[footsteps approaching]

-[thunder rumbling] -[clamoring]

Oh, hurry! Hurry! Let's go!

[horns blaring]

You know I don't need a babysitter to evacuate, right?

I don't trust you to leave.

I know you're from out of state, and I know you're hoping

to catch a flight to Spain in the morning, although

that's looking increasingly unlikely at this point.

How do you know all that?

Check-in information.

Already caught you hiding out in the penthouse.

What's to keep you from trying to hide out somewhere else?

Oh, no, I'm not gonna be the one held responsible

for them finding you drowned in the basement when this is over.

Kitchen staff and housekeeping are dismissed.

Sweeps are done and cleared rooms have been tagged.

But we have two rooms refusing the order.

One on four and one on two.

Let me guess.

[Brianna sighs]

[Harold] These weathermen don't know what the hell

they're talking about. It's a hoax!

And we're not upending our holiday for a little rain.

You've never seen him like this, but I have.

You aren't getting him off that bed

without a court order or a forklift.

Perhaps both.

Yeah, sorry, you know, me and Dylan decided that

were, like, so into hurricane sex right now.

-I-it's mandatory, Ms. Rose. -Yeah.

We could call the authorities and have you forcibly removed.

[Dylan] Babe, tell 'em to go ahead!

Tell 'em we don't give a damn.

[scoffs]

[instrumental music]

It's gonna be like that the rest of the night.

The police have way more important things to do

than to evict a few stubborn guests from a hotel.

I think you should evacuate, Brianna. Go be with your family.

I'll stay behind.

I don't have anywhere to go.

Then neither do I.

And since there's now flood danger on the first floor,

the penthouse will be the new lobby.

You are all welcome here in case of an emergency,

but other than that, you will be confined

to your rooms until further notice.

On whose authority? You have no right--

[Brianna] Mine, Mr. Steele,

as themaitre d'of this hotel,

who will absolutely pursue criminal charges

against anyone who endangers the others sheltering here.

Yes, Quinn, we will get you a room

on the third floor for free for now.

[Brianna] Just let me finish.

When you go back to your rooms, I need you to all fill your tubs

with fresh water for flushing the toilets.

It's a good idea to block the windows

just in case debris or wind crack the glass.

So go ahead and draw your heavy drapes

and give them plenty of space.

We have power for now, but we will likely lose it.

We have generators in the maintenance halls on floors

one and three, but please keep your cell phones charged

because we could be sheltering here for several days.

Once you all go to your rooms, Marcos and I will make

one final trip to the lobby

to gather emergency supplies and waterproof kits.

You all have complimentary water bottles in your room,

but that won't really last very long.

Do not, I repeat, do not

drink any water that is not bottled from this point forward.

It could be toxic.

Any questions?

Yes.

That was impressive, the way you stood up to them,

made them listen.

Yeah, it's just an act.

-No, it's not. -So what's in Spain, Caroline?

Sorry, you don't have to tell us.

Found out who my dad is recently.

Never knew him, never even cared to. So I wrote him a letter.

This is who I am, I don't care who you are.

I don't want a relationship or anything.

Just to let you know I exist.

Oh, and by the way, mom's dead, cancer,

whose medical bills you could have easily helped pay for.

But it's too late now. Thought you'd be interested.

Know what I got back?

A cease and desist letter.

So I'm gonna fly to Spain tomorrow,

forget absolutely everything about who I am

and where I came from. Start completely fresh.

Wow. It's a lot.

Marcos and I, we're gonna bring you back whiskey

with your supply pack.

We might as well wait this thing out together in style.

[rain pattering]

[instrumental music]

[wind howling]

[music continues]

[rain pattering]

Hey, I'm sorry about the divorce.

-How long? -Six months.

Why didn't you say anything?

I didn't wanna bother anyone.

I'm not bothered.

I appreciate everything you've done for me, Brianna.

You deserve better.

Thanks.

I really appreciate you staying back to help.

I know it sounds silly, but...

just wanna do everything I can to protect this place.

I mean, Libertine Grand Hotel is

one of the best things in my life.

And if the storm doesn't tear down the hotel tonight,

then I'm afraid its guests might.

Everyone who stayed behind is a hunter.

Except Caroline, of course.

Right.

Except Caroline.

Shit!

-[door opens] -[wind howling]

[eerie music]

[dramatic music]

-[knocking on door] -Mr. and Mrs. Steele.

Hello?

-[knocking on door] -Mr. Quinn.

It's Marcos, head concierge of the hotel. You in there?

[sighs] My God, people.

What do you think confined to your rooms means?

Mr. Dylan, Ms. Rose, coming in.

Ms. Caroline?

It's Marcos. Hello?

[grunts, panting]

Oh, oh. Holy crap, dude! What the hell?

I didn't think you'd be in here. Everyone else is gone.

Brianna wanted me to tell everyone to stay in their rooms.

[scoffs] Are you serious?

[scoffs] I don't wanna be alone right now.

It's creepy as hell out there.

No, I'm staying with you.

Okay, fine. You can help me round everyone up, then.

Okay.

She said she was gonna go check the generator.

It's in the back. Do you mind waiting here while I go check?

-Yes. -[scoffs]

Two minutes, tops. Just in case anyone shows up.

Thank you.

[eerie music]

Ah!

What is it?

The light. It, um, scared me.

You are scared of the dark and the light?

Shut up. Where's Brianna?

I don't know, looked like she primed the generator,

but never powered it up. Must have been interrupted.

-Where are the supplies? -What supplies?

We pack supplies in big orange bags. Where did they go?

[thudding]

Hello? Brianna?

Marcos.

[water gurgling]

-[rain pattering] -[wind gushing]

Why would Brianna bring the supplies down here?

Brianna!

Brianna, you down here?

Just try to get as many upstairs as we can.

[music continues]

[eerie music]

[dramatic music]

[screams]

Caroline!

[Caroline whimpers]

[music continues]

We need to get the supplies.

[ominous music]

-What are you doing down here? -Hey.

I don't wanna complain, but I'm getting pretty hangry.

The supplies you mentioned earlier

would really hit the spot.

The last one.

All right, let's do it.

[instrumental music]

[Marcos] Pull her legs up.

[dramatic music]

Caroline.

[gasps]

[Caroline sighs]

Uh, um...

There's a text from an unknown number

20 minutes ago.

I can't see what it says without the passcode.

How many digits?

Six.

Try 1-2-1-2-8-2.

-[number pad clacking] -[Marcos] That's her birthday.

I'm in.

What is it?

[intense music]

Call it.

[line ringing]

[woman on phone]I'm sorry, the person you're trying to reach

has a voicemail box that has not been set up yet.

Please try your call again later. Goodbye.

We need to find the others.

[Harold] It's nothing.

I just tripped coming up the stairs. I'm barely bleeding.

-Hey! -Sorry.

At least let my wife handle it.

-Not exactly brain surgery. -Mm. No can do.

Core principle of IV, if you can help someone, you should.

-I used to be a paramedic. -Lucky me.

We caught the Internet queen and her date

trying to break in to the penthouse when we arrived.

They told us to come back to the penthouse in an emergency.

Yeah, come back, not pick the lock.

-Hag! -Whore!

Brianna's dead.

It looks like she lost consciousness and drowned.

We found her in the basement.

As the last representative of this hotel, now that

there's been a casualty, I must insist on stricter rules

about how we conduct ourselves as survivors of this disaster.

Disaster?

-A little rain? -[Marcos] No.

One of our staff members is dead

because you refused to evacuate when you were ordered to.

Do you understand that?

First floor generator.

That must mean the lobby's flooded.

This is how it's gonna go.

[wind howling]

What?

Will your master keycard still work while the power

is out? They gotta run on battery.

- Right? - Why?

I'm gonna go down to search Quinn's room while you take him

to three to turn the generator back on.

-Search his room for what? -Clues, obviously.

To figure out if he's the one that killed Brianna.

Clues? Are you insane? That is not your responsibility.

Oh. It's all of our responsibility now.

We might be stuck in the storm with a killer.

Buy me some time. Tell him you need help with the generator.

No, you are not coming down to three with Quinn and I,

Caroline, I need you to stay in your room on five.

Oh, yes, I am.

And I'm also gonna go down and search Joan and Harold's

room while they help you with the supply packs.

What you need is for me to help you figure out

if one of your hotel guests is a killer

before somebody else dies!

-[intense music] -Thank you.

[ominous music]

Oh. Is that a bathroom?

I'll catch up.

[door opens]

[dramatic music]

What the...

Hey, uh, thanks again for the help.

-Hey, core principle of IV-- -Yeah, yeah, I heard. Thanks.

-Wonder what's keeping Caroline. -Huh!

You know women and bathrooms. Huh.

-You know what I mean. -Yeah, I guess.

Hey, guys.

-Got the power on? -Yup.

Got it on, huh, with Quinn's help.

Uh, appreciate the concern and the company and all,

but I could do this part on my own. I'll be right out.

[door shuts]

I didn't kill themaitre d', you know?

She was kind to me, gave me shoes, a place to stay.

Besides, murder is definitely

against the core principles of IV.

Kind of like illegal search and seizure.

Your pack management needs work. Weight distribution's way off.

Yeah, well, if we're gonna make sure that no one else dies here

tonight, it's up to me and Marcos

to find out who killed her.

Yeah, well, like I said, I didn't.

You were the only one in the basement besides us.

The only one you saw, I passed Joan and Harold

on my way down the stairwell.

He was already bleeding when I got there

and they had both definitely been in the water.

How do we know that's true?

Because I only lie

when it could prevent bodily harm. Core...

[all] Principle of IV.

Listen, when I was bandaging the old man's head,

I got a good look at the wound.

It didn't look like blunt impact to me.

Looked like maybe someone was fighting him off.

Joan and Harold did seem anxious to get Brianna alone earlier.

And Rose and Dylan were trying to get into the penthouse.

[sighs] I think they all might be hunters.

That guy, Dylan, seems familiar to me.

I told him so when I met him in the penthouse,

but he denied knowing me.

What are the odds of something like that?

I wasn't even supposed to be here tonight.

What?

Caroline saw the schematics

in your bathroom, Quinn.

I know you're a hunter, too.

Yeah, I thought maybe she did.

[Caroline] Okay, so what the hell is a hunter?

Treasure hunter. Someone looking for Louis Laurent's gold.

Louis Laurent, the architect guy?

He didn't trust banks.

So people think he hid his fortune in one of his hotels.

They all have trouble with hunters, people taking

sledgehammers to the walls,

dismantling roofs in the elevators,

moving furniture. Yeah.

It's bad under normal circumstances.

Then after Louis Laurent killed himself in our penthouse,

we figured the Libertine Grand Hotel

would be crawling with them.

I'm surprised there's only five.

So you think everyone's here tonight

looking for lost treasure?

Why else stay here through a category-five hurricane?

And one of them killed Brianna. Why?

-To find out what she knew? -Or to cover it up.

What I can't figure out is why would anyone think

Brianna knew anything in the first place.

Why would Louis Laurent tell her anything?

What?

How did you find out?

Just the way she kept talking about him.

The way she kept staring down at the spot where she knew he died.

Also, the fact that she decided to stay in the room

even after what he did.

Either she's insane, which didn't make sense,

or she actually, you know...

cared.

[Joan] You actually pushed him out of the way,

so you could get... Oh, you are...

Oh, you remind me of my grandma that died in--

Grandma? Oh, do I? Well, I could eat you up.

- Oh, girl, that's what... -Hey!

Beat the hell out...

-Everyone okay? -Groovy.

-Yeah. -Totally.

What are you guys arguing about?

Politics.

Where's your girlfriend?

She's already on two.

She wanted to get a head start on the supply packs.

[rain pattering]

[eerie music]

Good God! What are you guys trying to do, sedate a horse?

[pills rattling]

[dramatic music]

[window glass cracking]

-[glass shatters] -[screams]

[groaning]

It looks to me like the girlfriend

didn't move a single supply pack.

Please, stop calling her that, Mr. Steele. Caroline and I--

If she's not moving the supply packs, then what is she doing?

The rest of us have been subject to your custody all evening.

Why does she have free reign of the hotel?

Trust me, Mrs. Steele, she does not have free reign of...

I wouldn't go in there.

[door opens]

[Harold] Goddamned!

Unbelievable! You ransacked our room!

Well, you can expect a compendium of lawsuits,

Mr. Marcos, against you, against the Libertine Grand Hotel

and against this, this...

Brianna told them to draw their heavy drapes.

They didn't draw their heavy drapes.

I could've been killed.

[Harold] Someone please lend us a hand in here!

-[ominous music] -[thudding]

[water gushing]

[ominous music]

[grunting]

[water gurgling]

[intense music]

What now?

[music continues]

[doorknob rattling]

We're trapped.

Someone severed the water main around the corner.

I can't get the stairwell doors open.

What about the elevators?

They shut down in an emergency. It's a safety feature.

Caroline, wait. What are you doing?

[music continues]

Huh.

[Caroline grunting]

Wait! What are you doing? Caroline!

[Marcos grunting]

[Caroline groans]

Caroline, I'm here.

I got you. I got you. Come on!

[both grunting]

[groans]

[groans]

[dramatic music]

[grunting]

[banging on door]

Whoa. What happened to you two?

Your clothes from earlier, where are they?

Wet. Why?

Wet because you severed the water main

on the second floor?

What?

Sure as hell beats a launderette.

No more schematics?

Seems wrong to keep hunting

after someone murdered themaitre d'.

Core principle of IV,

benefiting intentionally from injustice

is the same as committing it.

And Dylan and Rose had the same opportunity

to kill you all as I did. Just saying.

[ominous music]

[rain pattering]

Thanks for going back for her with me.

I think I found something in Joan and Harold's room.

[Marcos] We have something to say.

Not until you explain to us

why you were searching our things.

Mrs. Steele, please.

Brianna was murdered.

-How do you know? -She wasn't just drowned.

She had a wound on her head.

Why haven't you called the police?

We tried, they won't respond to emergency calls

until the worst of the storm has passed.

Look, we think we know why you all decided to stay here

even though there's a hurricane and even though

you were given mandatory orders to evacuate.

You're here because Louis Laurent

killed himself a week ago,

and you're hoping to find his hidden fortune

before the storm ends.

-Please. -No way.

We think that's why Brianna's dead.

We think one of you thought she knew where it was being hidden,

and killed her to find out.

I admit I am after the treasure.

But why would any of us think Brianna knew about it?

Just because she's themaitre d'

doesn't mean she knows anything.

Trust me. I was at Louis Laurent's hotel in Zurich.

Maitre d'down there barely knew his first name.

Brianna and Louis Laurent were having an affair.

-That it? -No.

I saw Harold's medication, Joan.

That drug is used to treat melanoma.

Melanoma that is inoperable or

has metastasized to other tissue.

Given by your cane, I'm guessing

it's spread to the bone, right, Harold?

That's stage four.

You're a sick man, Harold.

Maybe even too sick to be here on vacation,

but definitely too sick to stay through a storm.

Unless there was something you need.

Something to help pay medical bills,

something to leave your wife when you're gone?

But we wanna make sure.

Can everyone please remove their cell phones?

I'll remove mine, too, just to eliminate suspicion.

Brianna received a text telling her to go down to the basement

before she died.

Unless the killer was able to switch the numbers in

the last couple of hours, it should still be connected.

[line ringing]

Um, yeah.

[chuckles] I don't need the money.

You know, I have, like, seven million unique followers

across six different platforms.

Which means I make, like, 30K a post, so...

Yeah.

Hey, you all listen to Laurent Hunters?

I think it's one of the best podcasts on Laurent's gold.

The host is this guy named Jason Sitborn.

He's a hunter, too. And he has--

My man, will you please shut up?

Oh. Sure. Sorry.

Well, uh, I mean, it's just that he, he took this class

in structural engineering and another one in game design.

So he came up with this theory that all of Laurent's penthouses

operate like puzzle boxes.

So if you really dive deep...

Where did you get those?

Oh, themaitre d'.

Whoa, babe, you don't have to tell them anything.

Brianna never had a chance to distribute them.

Right. So Dylan went down to the lobby and--

Baby! Damn!

Sorry.

-I went down, all right? -When?

Right after the lights went out the first time.

I went down to figure out where you guys were

and to find out what was going on, and I saw those packs

on the front desk, so I grabbed a couple.

-What'd you do with the others? -Others? Nothing.

When Caroline and I went back down to the lobby,

the packs were gone, someone had hidden them

in the basement with Brianna's body.

Bro, look, when I went down, they were there. Okay?

And you weren't. I was never in the basement.

When we got back to the penthouse,

you and Rose had changed clothes.

Yeah. We do that a lot.

The case. There was a gray case.

You had it strapped around your chest when you came in.

That's right. I saw it, too.

[ominous music]

It's not here.

-What? -[intense music]

What the hell did you do with it, man?

-Hey, cool it! -Why would I--

What the hell did you do to my key?

He doesn't have a key to your room!

How could Quinn have stolen your case?

He doesn't have a key to your room.

[groans] I'm thirsty.

What, did you get the supply packs from

the second floor? Ours is out of water.

At least the two of you got supply packs.

When the water main broke, we had to choose between

supplies and Brianna.

We chose Brianna.

Well, that was dumb.

What? She was already dead. What was the point?

We've got plenty of water.

Well, where is it?

[intense music]

I think we got all we can get.

Did you do it?

Take Dylan's case?

[sighs] No.

You're right.

Quinn couldn't have.

He didn't have a key to Rose and Dylan's room.

But for a little while, you did.

I didn't take Dylan's case, Marcos.

I didn't even know it was important until

I noticed it was missing and Dylan started almost beating

the hell out of Quinn because of it.

Besides, you're not thinking of the most obvious person,

the one who's had access to Dylan's things this whole time.

Rose.

[knocking on door]

Look, man, we got you some water.

-[alarm blaring] -Ah.

Is there a fire?

I can't say without access to the computers in the lobby!

If we don't find it and put it out, we're gonna get to choose

between drowning and burning to death.

-[alarm blaring] -I'll search six.

Harold, Joan, you stay here.

Make sure it's nowhere else on this floor.

Quinn, you take five!

Caroline and I, we'll go to three, check

the maintenance hall to make sure it's not the generator.

Wait, wait. What, what... But...

[grunts] Perfect!

[alarm blaring]

[intense music]

-Oh! -We gotta shut it off!

But then we won't have any power!

We can live without power!

At least until the water recedes!

Wait, wait, wait! Stop, stop, stop!

We cannot touch it while we're standing in this.

-Okay. -We gotta get elevated.

-All right. -Come on.

[alarm blaring]

Holy crap! Does this table really need to be this heavy?

Only the finest at the Libertine Grand.

[music continues]

All right. Grab a light!

-[explosions] -Oh, God.

[gasping]

[grunting] We're gonna need something bigger!

A blanket!

Hey, Caroline!

[music continues]

[panting]

[steam hissing]

[both panting]

I figured this would be better than a blanket.

[Caroline] Whoo!

[both groaning]

-You okay? Yeah. -Yeah. You?

[both laughing]

What happened to you two?

-Found the fire. -The generator. You saved it?

For now.

[Rose grunting]

You know, despite how insufferable they are

as human beings, their stamina really is quite something.

She sounds like she's mad at him.

Where the hell have you guys been?

I've been looking all over for you.

[door opening]

-[gasps] Oh. -[thuds]

Rose, I think it might be time to consider

the possibility that you have a problem.

Hm.

Where's that, uh, super-crunchy guy?

[rain pattering]

Quinn!

Quinn! Come on, bro. Where you at?

[ominous music]

[eerie music]

[intense music]

Caroline.

That's your room.

[Caroline] Mr. and Mrs. Steele,

Quinn said he saw you two in the stairwell

near the basement where Brianna died.

He said that you'd been in the water and that

Harold's head had already been injured.

Is that true?

We didn't see Quinn in the stairwell.

We didn't see anyone.

We didn't go down to the basement.

We went up to the penthouse.

[ominous music]

[breathing heavily]

What if this doesn't stop?

What if I can't protect them, or you?

Caroline?

I know what happened.

You killed Quinn.

Bullshit!

I almost hit Quinn, but I didn't kill him.

You were right anyways. He didn't take my case.

You didn't do it because he took your case.

Okay. Then why?

Find out what he learned about

Laurent's gold from Brianna.

Quinn said he passed Joan and Harold in the stairwell,

that they'd been in the water and that

Harold's head was already injured.

But Joan and Harold said they never saw him at all.

Yeah, but how do we know that's true?

I checked their pants.

I beg your pardon?

The ones you were wearing during the blackout.

In your room. Before the window broke. They weren't wet.

There were no stains like they'd been in floodwater.

Joan and Harold, you said you caught Rose and Dylan

breaking into the penthouse when you got there.

That's correct.

There was no time for them to go

into the basement to kill Brianna

if they were busy breaking into the penthouse.

And there would be no reason for Quinn

to try and frame you and Joan

unless he had did it himself.

I think he came up with that idea

when he was dressing Harold's wound.

It was just too convenient to suggest

he'd gotten it attacking Brianna.

That's why he didn't hang the schematics back up.

-In his new room. -He didn't need them anymore.

Brianna had already told him where Laurent had hid the money.

[Caroline] All he had to do was wait out the storm.

But Dylan didn't have the luxury

of rifling through our dirty laundry like you did.

So how did he know that Quinn killed Brianna?

I don't think he did. Not at first.

And then Quinn broke the water main

and locked us on the second floor.

And he knew that you and Joan

would contradict his story about meeting in the stairwell.

Process of elimination.

You and Rose didn't sever the water main,

and the rest of us were nearly killed by it.

You figured, if Quinn tried to kill us,

then he must've killed Brianna.

So when the fire alarm went off,

you followed him to the fifth floor.

Quinn must have said something to you.

Otherwise, pretty sure he'd be here right now.

What I don't know,

and what I think you don't know either

is if what he said was true.

But Rose and Dylan don't need the money.

We've already established that.

Rose doesn't need money.

But that doesn't mean that Dylan doesn't.

They've only been dating for a week.

How the hell do you know that?

You said so in the lobby.

[chuckles]

Isn't it strange that you and Dylan started dating

right after Louis Laurent got killed?

Come on!

You're obviously not here

treasure-hunting for yourself.

We're not treasure-hunting at all.

We're here on our one-week dating anniversary,

like you said.

Rose, who suggested

that you celebrate your one-week dating anniversary

at the Libertine Grand Hotel?

Baby, this is ridiculous. You don't have to listen--

He did.

Yeah, but if Dylan wanted to treasure-hunt,

why not come here for the weekend by himself?

Why go to the trouble of ingratiating himself to you

right after Louis Laurent killed himself?

Unless there was a specific reason

that he wanted you to personally be here.

When you come from money,

people don't, like, respect the money you make on your own.

I never took a cent from him, okay, even after he died.

My brand is 100% self-built.

No start-up capital, no favors from my uncle.

Just a camera on the back of my cell phone,

a free social media account and my face, my body.

You know,

I thought I was free of that asshole's money, but I...

Rose?

I, um...

-I... -[Caroline] Rose!

[Rose groaning]

[breathing heavily]

[Rose groaning]

Oh, this is impossible.

-What's wrong with her? -[Marcos] Rose.

Rose, did you drink any tap water

before we collected the bottled water from the rooms?

-[groans] -Rose?

[coughs]

I'm gonna go check on Harold. It's been over an hour.

Pull the alarm if there's trouble.

Same to you.

Oh, good God!

What possible threat can I pose to him?

Look at the two of us.

[instrumental music]

[ominous music]

[sighs]

It's just me, Harold.

Yeah, I can see that.

Marcos and I didn't have anything

to do with the murders tonight.

And we don't think you and Joan did either.

But if we're gonna make it through this...

I think it's time we started trusting each other.

Anything out of him?

-Not yet. -Well...

You know what to do if he starts acting up.

Pull the alarm. I got it.

Another hour, and then Marcos will take a shift.

And then me.

Thanks.

[ominous music]

[music continues]

[thudding]

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[clacking]

-[ominous music] -[clatters]

[rustling]

[Caroline] Phone's almost dead.

How long will those last without the generator?

Weeks. They run on battery and don't require much energy.

-Here. -Oh, no, that's okay.

No, seriously. I know my way around.

Okay.

Thanks.

Where will you go?

Probably check down on the generator room again,

see if I can get the power back on.

Maybe spot-check some of the other floors for damage.

Well, you should get some rest before

it's your turn to guard Dylan.

Yeah.

You could stay in here if you want.

Uh, I'm not, um...

-Interested? -No.

No, no, no. I mean, I'm not...

I'm not not interested.

[chuckles]

Uh, look...

when my dad

first immigrated us here, to the US...

[instrumental music]

no one would give him a job.

And we spent three years baking bread

to sell to people on the streets.

And one day my dad sells to this guy

whose family owns a hotel,

offers him a job in the kitchen on one condition,

that he bake bread

exclusively for his guests.

My first job in high school was as a bellhop

at the Libertine Grand Hotel.

[music continues]

Remember when I told my dad

that Brianna had promoted me to head concierge,

he was so proud.

Someone else may have designed it

and someone else might own it,

but this hotel is mine.

[chuckles] So maybe we can just wait

until the storm is over and

all these lunatics have left it alone,

and then, I don't know...

grab a cup of coffee or something.

Sure, Marcos.

[groans]

[exhales sharply, groans]

[groaning]

[ominous music]

-[doorknob rattling] -[ominous music]

[intense music]

[Harold retching]

[groans] Gee.

[groans]

[panting]

[water running]

[eerie music]

[groans]

[clatters]

Oh, my God!

[ominous music]

How long were you gone?

Minutes.

Just long enough to upchuck

damn near everything I've eaten today.

I must have caught the bug Rose has.

Hell, I don't know.

How did they get in?

I still have my key card.

Whoever it was must have just talked him

into opening the door.

When was the last time anyone checked on Rose?

[suspenseful music]

Guess she got better.

[Harold scoffs]

-Where are you going? -To find the girl!

She is clearly after the money.

She doesn't need it!

We're talking a few hundred million at least.

No one doesn't need that.

What are you doing?

It wasn't what we thought it was.

What wasn't?

What Rose shoved in here.

It was the gray case.

But we heard her...

We heard her making noises.

Remember what Harold said?

-She sounded mad at him? -[chuckles]

So she did take his case.

And she finally opened it when we all left her alone.

Whatever was inside, she didn't want the rest of us to see it,

and it made her angry.

So angry, she killed Dylan because of it.

She's not looking for gold.

She's trying to get rid of the case.

If I were Rose, I'd sink it down a stairwell.

Tail Harold and Joan just in case they find her first.

No, Caroline, no more separating, okay?

I don't want you wandering off... What...

You're cute.

I can handle myself.

[chuckles]

[ominous music]

Rose?

Rose?

Rose?

[water gurgling]

[eerie music]

Oh, shit!

Mr. and Mrs. Steele!

Come on, this has to stop!

No treasure's worth killing each other over. You hear me?

-Dammit! -[beeping]

[door creaks, shuts]

Hello?

What are you doing?

I'm attending to my wife.

The skank swung the damn case at her face.

Um...

[intense music]

That's unfortunate.

[Jason on recorder] Laurent Hunters, this is

Jason Sitborn, coming to you again

from the beautiful Libertine Grand Hotel,

jewel in the crown of our patriarch,

famed architect, indomitable ladies' man

and, most importantly, puzzle-master, Louis Laurent.

Operation Rosebud has taken an interesting turn.

The hurricane that was supposed to miss us

by a hundred or so miles is now bearing right down on us

and we've been ordered to evacuate.

A small complication.

I feel fairly certain I'll be able to talk Emily Downing,

AKA Rose, into defying the order with me.

It's been easy enough to convince her

of everything else, that we're in love

despite only knowing each other for a week,

that, really, the only way to properly celebrate

is by spending a couple of nights in the penthouse suite

of the Libertine Grand Hotel,

and that I couldn't care less who designed the damn thing,

and have absolutely no idea

he just happens to be her uncle.

-Even I can't believe... -[recorder turns off]

You said Rose attacked you?

She did. We just wanted to talk.

And you didn't defend yourself?

Didn't need to.

She ran off before we could get a word in.

You didn't follow her,

incapacitate her, drag her to the sixth floor?

Now, how the hell are we supposed to do that?

She's a third our age.

And in case you haven't noticed, I don't get around so good.

If she was trying to hide proof that Dylan...

Jason defrauded her, she wouldn't have killed herself

with the evidence wrapped around her neck.

You don't know that.

You don't know what she was trying to do.

Or perhaps you do.

Perhaps you caught her trying to destroy the case

and stopped her from doing it.

What?

I don't expect you to believe this,

Mr. Marcos, but we didn't lay a finger on Rose,

which leaves only three options.

Either Rose killed herself,

which I agree with Caroline is very unlikely,

or you or your girlfriend did.

-[eerie music] -I didn't.

There's not a single murder tonight

for which you couldn't have been responsible.

For all we know, you sabotaged the water line yourself,

just so that you could play the hero.

You've played detective all night.

And why would I do that if I was the one that killed Brianna?

Draw suspicion away from yourself.

You've taken the liberty of going through

every other guest's personal property,

desperately searching for ways to pin the blame on anyone else.

-To prove you're hunters. -Yes.

Everyone who stayed behind is a hunter.

And here you are, the only one among us

whose room hasn't been searched.

Fine.

I would show you my flight reservation

if my phone wasn't dead.

-But Marcos saw it. -I didn't see the reservation.

But she did give us flight details when she checked in.

She's supposed to fly to Spain tomorrow at 10:30 a.m.

Why are you leaving the country?

-Because I feel like it. -I wanna see some ID.

If your name's Laurent or Downing,

we'll know there's a family connection.

Hm.

Very well.

[Joan] I'd like to propose

a solution to our impasse.

You believe that we're murderers

who discovered the secret to Laurent's gold from Rose,

who, in turn, discovered it from Dylan, and so on.

If so, then you must believe

there is nothing for us to gain in killing you

now that Harold and I are the only ones left

at the Libertine Grand Hotel who have any interest

in discovering the location of Laurent's fortune, yes?

Let us continue to search for it

while we're waiting to be rescued.

You and Caroline can barricade yourselves in this room.

We won't bother you unless you bother us.

Once we're saved, then each of us can decide

what accusations, if any, need to be made,

regarding these unfortunate deaths this evening.

I, for one, am anxious

to put a end to this whole, ugly affair.

Master key card, please.

Thank you.

[Harold clears throat]

[door opens]

What?

Your key card?

I think it's Brianna's.

It's opened every room I've tried so far.

Where did you get it?

From Dylan's case.

Where did Rose get it?

She didn't. Dylan did, from Quinn.

Ta-da!

I thought you'd be happier than that.

Now you're not stuck here,

you can get to your try to protect the hotel.

I would, Caroline, but we just agreed

not to interfere with Harold and Joan's search.

I'm sorry, Marcos.

It's okay.

I, uh, found something

I care about protecting more than this place.

What if we get rescued?

Do we tell the police what happened here?

What Joan and Harold did?

I don't think so.

We don't really know what they did.

And they're right, you know?

You had as much opportunity to kill Rose as they did.

Maybe more.

You're younger, stronger.

But I didn't do it.

[whispering] It doesn't matter.

[instrumental music]

All of our fingerprints are on Dylan's case now.

[sighs]

We just, we tell the police

that Rose killed Dylan and then hung herself.

That will protect you from being a suspect.

And if they find the gold?

Does it matter?

[music continues]

No.

It doesn't.

[rain pattering]

[Caroline sighs]

Marcos?

[door opens]

Marcos?

[eerie music]

[groaning]

[music continues]

Mm.

Mm.

[music continues]

[groaning]

No, no, no, that's... No, no.

[whimpering]

[intense music]

-Easy there, Mary Jane. -No, no, no.

Looks like you overdid it this time.

-What did you do? -We were inspired by you.

Assuming you're the one who filled the bottles

with the tap water making everyone sick.

-I... -No? Not you? Mm...

Our money was on you or Dylan. Must've been Dylan.

Was probably hoping to look for the gold by himself

while we all twisted in our beds.

Amazing that you didn't notice.

You've been so observant about everything else.

[laughs]

I see you've filled the tub like you were told.

[Harold] That makes my job a lot easier.

You might wanna think about trying to relax.

If you can get yourself to fall asleep

before the water rises,

you'll save yourself some discomfort.

-Where's Marcos? -[Joan] Oh.

He's cleaning the penthouse, God bless him.

But don't worry. We found it before we let him in. Heh.

-Found what? -We think you know what, kiddo.

I just... Uh, I don't, I don't want it anymore.

-[Harold] Sure... -I-I don't want it anymore.

-You say that now. -I don't...

[groans] Let-let-let me go. Let me go.

But if you were in our position,

seeing everything that you've done

to try to get your hands on it,

would you trust you to just

suddenly give it all up?

Yes. Yes, please. Uh, please.

You are almost there.

And the best hunters won.

[Joan chuckles]

Oh, Harold.

[laughing]

[eerie music]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[coughing]

[door opens]

Mr. Marcos, you have to come down to the generator room.

Harold says there's a problem.

-What is it? -I don't know!

I don't know anything about it.

But he says we're likely to lose power again.

Come on.

Ah!

[coughing]

[panting]

[intense music]

Hurry up!

He shouldn't touch the generator with the floors like this.

He'll electrocute himself.

Tell him.

[panting]

[grunting]

[intense music]

Where is he?

Harold, we're coming!

[Harold] Hurry! I'm in here!

[grunting]

[ominous music]

-[intense music] -[grunting]

[alarm blaring]

[Harold] Fire's in here, Marcos! Good God, man, hurry!

Oh, Marcos, please. Oh, uh...

Harold!

[music continues]

-[thuds] -[alarm blaring]

[Harold] Oh, oh! No!

No!

No! No!

[intense music]

[grunting]

[Harold screaming] No!

[alarm blaring]

[Harold sobbing]

[instrumental music]

You win.

It was Joan who figured out that the moron

with the puzzle-box theory must have found it,

titling all the frames on the walls.

-What is it? -Provenance, of course.

For the Gauguin painting. It's not a reproduction.

It's the real deal, authentic.

Another one sold at auction for 200 million.

The one in the penthouse, his greatest work.

His masterpiece.

-[exploding] -[crackling]

It wasn't worth it.

-[crackling] -Harold!

[Harold screaming]

[helicopter whirring]

"I'm not gonna be responsible for them finding you

drowned in the basement."

That's what Brianna said to you, isn't it?

When I came walking up to you in the lobby

during the evacuation...

[scoffs]

What are the odds?

All night I've had this sickening feeling in my stomach.

[helicopter whirring]

[Marcos] It just made too much sense that you were

after the same thing as everyone else.

What I still don't know is...

How long have you been on to it, Caroline?

[Marcos]Was it after you realized that Rose might have

actually gotten some information from Dylan?

[intense music]

Or was it earlier than that, after you realized

that Dylan must have been the one who killed Quinn?

Or did you, did you kill Quinn yourself?

[fire alarm blaring]

[intense music]

[Quinn gasps, groans]

[groaning]

Of course, there's the other possibility,

the one that makes the most sense to me now.

You were a hunter from the very beginning.

-What? -When we first met...

What were you trying to do?

[Caroline] Get into the penthouse.

Oh, my God! Oh, God.

How long have you known that the painting was authentic?

From about ten minutes after Brianna introduced me to it.

This is a $16,000 glass case.

UV-resistant, moisture-barrier backing.

Fireproof, bulletproof.

Water-resistant up to 300 meters.

You don't put something like that around a reproduction.

There is one question you should be asking yourself, Marcos.

How long did Brianna know that Louis Laurent was my father?

[Caroline]Must have been in the hallway outside my room.

Stupid for me to say that much

and not expect her to put two and two together.

I texted Brianna from an app with a different number.

That's why it didn't ring when we called it back.

Neither of you noticed me deleting any of the messages

when I showed you the text chain on Brianna's phone.

What is it?

She texted you?

[Caroline] She was crazy, Marcos.

Hello?

[footsteps approaching]

I know who you are.

And I know what you are.

-Brianna... -He loved me.

I know you think he wasn't capable of love,

but he was, and he loved me.

He said he loved me more than any of the others.

And I gave up my marriage for him.

In return, he said that I could have everything.

Trust me, Brianna, men like Louis Laurent

make promises that they can't keep, all the time.

I'm not gonna let you take this from me.

It's mine.

[whirring]

No, I'm not done!

[both grunting]

Let go!

-[thudding] -[intense music]

I am a hunter, Marcos.

I was angry.

I wanted to take everything that I could away from him

and then leave him behind forever.

But I didn't kill Brianna.

[intense music]

[water sloshing]

[instrumental music]

[Caroline] What will you tell them?

It's your word against mine.

No one's gonna believe me about

what happened here tonight anyways.

[helicopter whirring]

[birds chirping]

[music continues]

[Marcos] I'm going to personally see to your request, okay?

Please, rest assured, at Libertine Grand Hotel,

it is our pleasure to make sure

your stay is as comfortable as possible.

So if you can head up to the second floor, your room's ready.

Enjoy your stay.

Hey, Marcos, this came for you, some guy said

I should hand it to you personally. Sounded important.

-Who was it? -Some guy in a suit.

-Thanks, Bryan. -Hm.

[paper rustling]

[instrumental music]

[vocalization]

[upbeat music]

[indistinct chatter]

-Señora? -Sí?

-Un mensaje para usted. -Gracias.

[music continues]

[indistinct chatter]

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

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[instrumental music]

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