[man singing in Spanish]
[horns honking]
[singing continues]
[horn honks]
Name?
Rafael Garcia.
And where are you coming from today?
My home in Tijuana.
[CBP officer] Where are you going?
To school in San Diego.
But where did you think you were going?
When you boarded that plane,
where do you think you were headed?
Answer the question.
I don't know how much time I have.
[Leah and CBP officer] Where did you think
that plane was taking you,
and what exactly do you remember about it going down?
To...to Hawaii. To a retreat, but...but...
And then there was a mechanical failure, right?
Or something that felt like a mechanical failure?
Did...did they give you anything to eat on the flight?
I don't know. Can you just stop?
Was there cake? Was there dessert?
Maybe, yes. Yeah, I think there was cake.
But can...can you stop and tell me who you are
and what the fuck you're doing here?
I'm you.
I am you.
I mean, obviously, I'm not you-you.
But everything that you have been through,
the same thing happened to me.
The plane crash, the island, the ending up here.
Same sandals, same sweatpants, same nightmare.
Okay, don't take this the wrong way,
but I really think I should go get somebody.
No, don't, don't, don't. Don't.
Nobody behind this door is actually here to help you.
This place, this situation,
this whole mind-fucking saga that you've been trapped in
for I don't know how long,
it's all a setup.
The plane crash wasn't an accident.
This isn't a coast guard station.
Our parents aren't coming to get us.
[dramatic music]
This is a prison,
and if we have any chance of getting out of here,
like, any at all, I'm going to need you to talk to me.
♪ ♪
Okay, I know how it sounds and how I sound saying it,
but that awareness, that has got to count
for something, right?
And I am aware.
I am, like, nauseously aware
of how crazy I must seem right now.
Not just crazy.
♪ ♪
Afraid.
I am.
♪ ♪
All right.
I'm either agreeing to this for real,
or I'm just humoring you
until you disappear.
Which one is it?
Trying to figure that out myself.
So...
...what do you want to know?
Everything.
♪ ♪
[Rafael] We were all lost,
all eight of us.
Not that I was worse off,
but for me, it kind of felt, like, double lost.
Lost inside of a lost place.
What the fuck am I even doing?
[Leah] You're helping me save your life.
That's what you're doing.
Every single thing you tell me, it's like a...
it's like another rung in the ladder leading out of here.
[Raf] Okay, and I'm trying to buy into that,
but I don't even know your name.
Leah.
It's Leah.
Just checking.
I'm Raf.
[Kirin] Yo!
The fuck you lookin' at?
I can't wash off for five minutes
without some perv trying to get a look at my dick, huh?
Wh...what? What?
You were watching me.
You still are.
- You little dick-looker. - I wasn't.
I...I didn't even know you were out there.
It's like you can't look away, man.
Fuckin' shameless.
Maybe...maybe put your pants back on.
Hey, hey, hey. Don't put this back on me.
That's what you call, uh, blaming the victim.
Honestly, Kirin, I wasn't looking at you.
I...I would never do that.
[Kirin] Honestly, Rafe,
I'm not real clear on what you would or wouldn't do
'cause I don't know shit about you.
We've been here for, what, four days
and you've said maybe 11 words tops.
So excuse me if I can't rule out the possibility
that you might peep the occasional dick.
I have a fucking girlfriend!
[Kirin] Whoa!
Okay, noted.
But you do know this isn't about that, right?
I don't give a shit if you're gay.
This is about privacy.
I'm not gay. I...
I repeat. Definitely not about that.
But if that is something you're looking to prove,
screaming at the top of your lungs
that you have a girlfriend doesn't help.
Seems a little desperate.
Kirin, I am...
I am nothing.
I am...I'm nothing you're saying that I am.
I'm just...
I'm going.
[Leah] So you spent a lot of time alone?
At first, I guess.
And the others, they...they considered you
to be sort of quiet?
Why are you looking at me as if that's some sort of red flag?
Well, in my experience, out there...
if someone was quiet, on their own a lot...
...it meant they were hiding something.
Yeah, well, it wasn't some slick cover,
just a good old personality flaw.
He did seem pretty skeptical, though,
about what you were doing.
And why is it so hard for you to explain yourself?
Because, like,
I was just sitting there, and...'cause...
I don't know. I mean, I didn't know...
[Leah] Didn't know what?
[soft dramatic music]
Me.
[alarm ringing]
♪ ♪
[Raf] My life before...
♪ ♪
...was...was...
♪ ♪
...there was darkness.
♪ ♪
There was haze.
♪ ♪
The days were so tiring, so repetitive,
it all just kind of blurred together...
...like a fog...
...hanging heavy in my head.
[teacher] Rafael, this is third period.
You're not in my class until sixth.
Oh, right, right.
Perdón. I...I'm sorry.
A fog so thick,
even I couldn't see myself through it.
♪ ♪
Only one thing was clear.
♪ ♪
Only one thing made sense.
♪ ♪
Only one thing made me feel like I made sense.
And there I was stuck on that island,
thousands of miles away from it.
So like I said...
Lost in a lost place.
You have some experience with that?
[no audible dialogue]
You have no idea.
♪ ♪
Shift's up.
- Can I tag you in? - Yeah.
Did she sleep at all?
Shit, that's four days.
Yeah, can't tell where her mind is, you know,
or what made her want to take her own life.
[clears throat]
I wouldn't waste your time wondering.
Maybe her head's in the clouds.
Maybe she's fantasizing about her geriatric boyfriend.
What matters is, she's alive
and she's finally fucking quiet.
Deepest apologies, but I'm not gonna be pressed
over her sad little case of insomnia.
You know what would have helped?
A benzo.
But she hoovered them all
before we made her puke 'em out,
so it looks like she dug her own grave on that one.
Yeah, Fatin. She almost did.
I'm sorry.
But I'm done with her.
- I don't think you mean that. - I don't?
No, I know shit talk when I hear it,
and you don't mean that.
All right.
Well, we had you scheduled to watch her later,
but maybe I'll just pull a double shift.
Thank you.
Hey, happy to play nurse to Rachel,
you know, if you need me to.
I got all the time in the world for that one.
♪ ♪
[Rachel] Let's go.
I'm not gonna sit here being pitied.
Let's go.
♪ ♪
Are we, uh...are we feeling optimistic about that?
[scoffs] Absolutely fucking not.
♪ ♪
[Shelby] Whoops.
♪ ♪
Look at me making a racket like some kind of amateur, I swear.
I usually got a much softer foot.
Shh, shh. You're gonna scare it.
If the trap didn't hold, it might bolt out.
Stay here.
♪ ♪
[squeaking]
[chuckles]
Oh, you got him good, Martha.
- He's a beauty. - [both laugh]
You know, I really thought that
I might be able to lend some expertise today,
but turns out, I'm a little obsolete.
[chuckles]
- Oh, sorry. - No, don't apologize.
I'm in awe, and besides, I can still provide moral support,
and that's what Toni thought you might need anyway.
Toni told you to come with me?
We sort of decided together, I guess.
She was telling me about your rabbits
and, uh, the shelties you used to have,
and we both just got to thinking how...
tough it must be,
you know, loving animals the way that you do and...
still coming out here every day,
taking on so much just so that we can eat.
What else has Toni said about me?
I don't know. Lots of things, I guess.
But only in the spirit of helping you out, you know?
And speaking for myself, I...
...I know how hard it is to, um...
to put your values aside or change them
faster than you might be ready for.
We just want to be there for you.
Yeah, I know. Thanks.
Um...
...we should go.
He's not gonna last us very long.
Starvation is a notoriously horrific way to die.
Right up there with radiation poisoning
- and crucifixion... [Kirin] Jesus, could you not?
No one's fuckin' starving to death.
This can't be all that's left, can it?
- That seems impossible. [Ivan] Yeah, I'm sorry.
I just, uh...it can't end like this for me.
I mean, my mom doesn't even know
where to look for my novella, so how am I
supposed to be published posthumously, hmm?
It's on my Google Drive, Mother.
Just click on the second folder marked "Novella W-I-P."
Shut up, Taylor! We'll be fine.
We just need to slow down on the food
since obviously, rescue's not...
...since they're taking longer than we thought.
We can play a game, like, as a distraction.
I always play my Xbox when I want
to stop snacking on refined sugars.
My nutritionist encourages it.
Not a bad call. Any suggestions?
- Hell no. - Oh, maybe a theater game.
Something that will expose us.
- Definitely no theater. - Okay, awesome.
How about two truths and a lie?
Sounds cool. I'll play.
- Yes, Rafe all day. - Hey.
Take a seat. It's "Raf."
[Josh] Get out of here. Raf?
- Yeah. [Josh] I love it. [chuckles]
Anyway, you know the game, right?
You say two truths and a lie,
and then we guess which is which.
Where you're from, they might call it something different,
like dos verdades... das verdades...
You know, I think I... I think I get it.
Okay.
So, like, uh, I go to school in San Diego,
but I live in Tijuana.
[Josh] Ah, that one's true.
He's a crosser. It's actually really admirable.
[Scotty] Raf, man, you're not supposed to say something
that somebody can immediately confirm.
That's just bad gameplay.
Unless he and Josh are colluding.
[laughs]
Oh, shit, fuck.
I love a good game of wits.
Please, continue.
Secondly... my girlfriend's family
actually owns this salsa company.
- [scoffs] That's bullshit. - But is it, though?
First off, it's bullshit that anyone would bring salsa
on a weekend retreat to begin with.
Oh, I can only eat the low-acid kind.
Wasn't sure if they'd have any.
But your girlfriend being heir to the Veracruz Salsa company
is an even bigger load of shit.
And lastly...
...I secretly like to look at people's dicks.
[Kirin laughs]
He admitted it. Holy shit.
Rafe here was lurking like a sicko,
trying to sneak a peek at my dicko.
[Rafael] Wait, no, that... that one was the lie.
That was the whole point.
Wait, wait, wait, so your girlfriend does in fact own
a publicly traded salsa company?
Yeah, yes.
Yeah, her dad owns stake in the parent company.
So that one is the lie, and you are a dick looker.
Jesus, no. I just...
[Raf] Oh. I'm so sorry! [Seth] Oh.
[Kirin] What the fuck?
- Oh! - I'm so sorry!
You tool! We could have eaten that!
I'm so sorry! I am so sorry!
Nobody move. Don't touch that.
Uh, can I? Thank you.
[Scotty] Could somebody please explain to me
what in the absolute caucasity this man is doing?
Grabbing shots for his ridiculous social media feed.
Not having to hear about Spillz was the lone silver lining
of this place, and now...
tarnished.
Wait, wait, wait, Seth, you're...you're Spillz?
You're, like, the Spillz, with a Z?
- Guilty. - What the fuck is Spillz?
Oh, my God. You haven't heard of Spillz?
It's, like, this Insta and Twitter
that rates pictures of spilled food
always with the best and most hilarious captions.
- Oh, my God. - It's no big deal.
Yo, yo. I've heard of that before.
You do brand collabs and shit like that, huh?
Yo, I bet you get paid. Don't you?
[Josh] Oh, wait, what are you gonna rate the salsa?
Like, a level-five Sloppy Tsunami?
And what are you gonna name it?
[Seth] Well, maybe, like, a play on pico de gallo.
Maybe, like, pico de "oh, no."
- [laughter] [Kirin] Fucking lame!
[Marisol] Raf, come here.
[operatic music playing over speakers]
♪ ♪
What do you think?
I don't know.
I mean, it can't really compete with my mom's velvet painting
of Selena, but... - Stop playing.
No, no, and I kind of think that I could do just as good.
I painted a fruit bowl in art class,
and Mrs. Wentz said, "What even is that?"
- I think I'm a natural. - God, I hate you so much.
Mm-mm-mm. You love me.
Now would you shut up and look with me?
The colors are so deep and so saturated.
I feel physically warmer when I look at it.
Hmm, specifically, where do you feel warmer?
[Ines speaking Spanish]
Raf, I didn't know you were here.
How you doing?
You're eating the canapés.
Oh, sorry. Was I not supposed to?
No, no, no, go to town,
as long as you tell me what you think.
These are the samples from the caterer
so that we can choose our spread for Thursday night.
- I like the chewy ones. [Ines] The pulpo?
I know. They're to die for.
See, I knew you had good taste.
Is he coming with us on Thursday?
No, he's got soccer in Carlsbad.
Oh, uh, actually, maybe not.
They don't always put me on the game roster.
What's on Thursday?
Oh, well, we're hosting
a fundraiser/gallery night.
This entire house is gonna be filled with indigenous art.
- Gringos with cash to burn. - [laughs]
AKA valuable benefactors who are gonna help us
relocate all these pieces
down to the cultural center in Tijuana
'cause they've been up in the States for too long.
Wow, that's, uh...
- that's amazing. [Ines] Yeah.
Mi amor, we have to hit the road.
- I'll see you Thursday. - Okay.
- Bye. - Bye.
So what should I wear to this thing?
I mean, I know I'm mostly invisible when I'm with you,
but, uh, I don't want to be a grungy hole in the air.
Hey, where's your, uh...
Oh, I took it off to shower.
I probably just left it in the bathroom.
- Oye, floating away on me. - Yeah.
No, I'm just completely obsessed with it.
What's beautiful about it is how simple it is.
You know, a native woman at work,
just a totally regular moment for her but...
one that could have been erased or forgotten or whatever,
but that's the incredible thing about art, you know.
It remembers.
Deep. Deep into my bullshit.
No, no, I get it. It's your thing.
Listening to you go off like that is...
it's amazing.
You should do one of those TED Talks or whatever.
You.
I love how you always hype me up.
[chuckles]
[soft music]
♪ ♪
Do you ever...
you ever think about what your thing is?
Maybe. I don't know.
Guess I'll figure it out eventually.
But if not...
this is pretty great.
♪ ♪
You smell so good.
[Dot] "As her blood warmed,
he drew her closer and deepened,
deepened the kiss a whisper at a time
until everything blurred.
She went pliant,
and the sigh she made was surrender."
Steamy, right?
Like a fresh pile of shit.
I mean, an entire book about hornball wedding planners
in some snobby fuckin' town
called "Green-wich," Connecticut.
"Grennich." And that's not the only one.
Apparently, there's four in the series.
Four of these turds?
I can't even get one sequel of District 9,
and the world gets four of these shit cakes.
Why don't you just give it a few more pages?
Maybe it'll hook you. It's a hot little romp.
People actually enjoy this activity,
holding open a big stack of paper
and just moving their eyes back and forth
and back and forth?
God. Toni, help me out.
Fatin is trying to convince me
that I might actually enjoy reading
this skid mark of a romance book.
Oh, hell yeah. I love that one.
[laughs] Get the fuck out.
I'm not, like, a Martha-level superfan.
That's, like, super straight and white.
But I don't know, I kind of like all the wedding shit.
You kind of like the what?
[Toni] The wedding-planning stuff.
Gets me thinking what I want for mine, you know?
A big-ass buttercream cake,
flowers all over the place, a fancy fuckin' dinner.
Wait, what's it called when it's not a buffet?
Plated, a plated dinner. I want all that shit.
This is incredible.
Who are you? Who are any of you?
Why am I a stranger in a strange land?
Uh-oh. I know what's wrong with you.
Your dependents walked off, the shelter is put in place,
and for the first time ever, Dorothy has nothing to do.
And that's a problem because she sucks at leisure.
She's fine at leisure.
Mm.
Where you going?
To do leisure.
♪ ♪
Are you okay?
I'm sorry, Leah,
for the other day.
I went off on you so hard.
Something just sort of broke.
And to think that I might have...
...to think that I might have pushed you...
Rachel, you didn't.
And I didn't.
I don't think I actually meant to, like, end it all.
I think I just wanted to stop feeling.
I know.
It's the fucking worst.
I will say, and yes, I'm absolutely
asking the universe to slap me back down, but...
...right now, doing useful shit,
I kind of feel okay.
Bold of you to say that out loud.
Yeah, I'm regretting it already.
I'm feeling better too, by the way.
It's like...
I forgot that my blood wants to circulate.
[chuckles]
[sighs]
Leah.
You really want to get it pumping?
- What is that? - Let's find out.
♪ ♪
[gasps]
No, no.
No.
Shit, shit.
♪ ♪
[breathing heavily]
Ow, ow.
Ow.
Ow, fuck, ow!
Fuck! Fuck, fuck.
[Seth] Raf!
- Ow! [Seth] What the fuck?
[Raf] They're all over me! - Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
- Fuck! Ow! - Pants off now, come on.
Now, now, let's go. Let's go.
- Let's go. - Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Ah!
Oh, fuck me. Oh, Jesus, it fucking stings.
Yeah.
[Raf] Ow! Fuck. [Seth] It's working.
We're getting 'em. We're getting 'em.
You're okay.
♪ ♪
[panting]
Oh!
[chuckles] Oh, shit.
God.
So you were swarmed by fire ants.
Tell me, Rafael, how do...how do you feel?
[chuckles] Not great.
I feel like I almost got eaten alive over this thing that...
...might only matter to me.
Well, my therapist would say there's a lot to unpack there.
But I...I hate my therapist,
so maybe we can just let it lie.
[laughter]
This is just not my day.
- Mm. - Like, at all.
You should ask Scotty and Bo about the ant bites.
They're from the Florida sticks.
I'm sure they've seen a few.
And Josh probably has ten different creams.
[chuckles] Yeah, well,
I'm not really sure where I stand with those guys.
Do you want my read of the situation?
Everyone's fuckin' afraid.
Unknowns are crazy scary,
and this island is a big gaping unknown,
and I mean, no offense, but so are you.
But people just want to put other people on the map.
Take my stepbro Henry, for instance.
He's the prince of fuckin' darkness,
but you can still map him.
Gothy e-boy is a known quantity,
which makes him entirely unscary, but...
...you're a different story, you know?
I mean, we just got to get you on the map.
You make it sound like it's easy.
Let's go. Let's go.
[clears throat]
Where?
[sighs] Track down some food,
fruit, berries, I don't know.
There's got to be some goods out there.
You can be the guy that brings snacks.
Everybody loves that guy. Everybody.
♪ ♪
[phone chimes]
♪ ♪
[Adriana] Ooh!
[in Spanish] What's this about, heartbreaker?
You trying that on for homecoming?
Babe.
[Elias] Mm.
Look at your boy, my God!
He looks like his dad, no?
You come from a long, long line of Garcias who look incredible in suits.
This doesn't surprise me.
Thanks, yeah... But no.
[in English] I, um...I actually have an event tonight,
and it's kind of formal, so...
[in Spanish] Rafael, but it's Thursday.
Your father works third shift, so you work the stand with me.
That's how it goes, that's what we agreed on.
I know, I know, I'm sorry... I would, but like...
[in English] ...it's kind of a big deal.
[in Spanish] How's it a big deal if we haven't heard about it?
That school of yours sends emails about every little thing.
No, it's not a school thing...
[in English] It's, like, a Chicano art show.
[in Spanish] At the Núñezes' house.
Ay.
[in English] No, it's just... it's...they're...
they're trying to raise money
to bring Mexican culture back to Tijuana,
so it's important.
[curses in Spanish]
[in Spanish] Here's what I get, Rafael.
I get that you quit soccer to spend more time with that girl.
I get that your head is full of fantasies about her and her family.
That you're getting C's in four classes.
What you don't seem to be getting
is that the Núñezes and their paintings don't pay your tuition.
[in English] Well, the Núñezes are actually major donors
to the scholarship fund, so they kind of do.
[Elias] Hey...
[in Spanish] You aren't better than us.
Hurry up!
Take these tamales to the truck.
Wait for your mother.
♪ ♪
[Rafael in English] This is what I'm supposed to be doing,
going up there, meeting people like them.
I mean, that's why you sent me to the school
in the first place, isn't it?
And, you know, it actually reflects good on you
- that they even want me there. - [Elias shouts in Spanish]
[in Spanish] You shut up, and you listen
because it's important that you hear this.
That girl...
...is going to forget you.
Her family is going to forget you.
She's gonna go off to some pretty little college on the other side of the country
and you will never see her again.
I might make shit money,
but I bet every cent of it that that's what happens.
[in English] You don't know anything.
[in Spanish] We'll see, but in the meantime
take the tamales to the truck and wait for your mother.
Move it.
♪ ♪
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[engine turning over]
[Seth in English] I have no idea what I'm doing, but...
look at these bad boys.
Wonder if they're okay to eat.
Yeah, there's a rhyme for berries, um, I think.
What is it?
Uh, uh, purple and blue, good for you.
White and yellow, kill a fellow.
Guess you're not totally clueless about the outdoors.
Yeah, well, Henry actually taught me that rhyme.
Yeah, the little knowledge I have actually came from him.
Kid was a serious Boy Scout back in the day.
He knows how to tie, like, 60 different kinds of knots.
[Raf] Oh, didn't even know there were that many.
Yeah. Yeah.
He used to, um, tie my headphone cords together
just to fuck with me,
but, um, AirPods, so...
Yeah, you guys don't seem all that close.
Yeah. Is it that obvious, huh?
What?
Up there.
♪ ♪
Oh.
♪ ♪
Okay.
What the fuck did you find?
[horn honking]
[horn honks]
♪ ♪
[horns honking]
Fuck.
[horns honking]
[sighs]
[horns honking]
[tires squealing]
[horns honking]
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
[in Spanish] Sweets?
[in English] No.
[in Spanish] Go away! Go away!
[horns honking]
[phone ringing]
[car thuds]
[breathing heavily]
[Raf in English] Fuck.
♪ ♪
Hey, man. I'm so sorry.
[in Spanish] What the fuck is wrong with you?!
[in English] I said I'm sorry.
[in Spanish] Fucking brat!
Don't you know how to pay attention?
[in English] Fuck you, man. I said it was an accident.
[both grunting]
[grunts]
Hey, over here.
[both straining]
[grunts] Fuck!
Got him.
♪ ♪
- [grunts] - [lock clatters]
♪ ♪
Holy shit.
Get that. Get it.
You ready?
[both grunting]
Yeah.
[sighs]
[Seth] Um, what do you... what do you think's in there?
Considering my track record today,
it's probably a portal to hell.
[chuckles]
I'll go first.
Okay.
Andiamo.
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[Raf] Seth?
Rafael Garcia, I am pleased to inform you
that your shit day has just turned into gold.
Get down here.
Dude. Mother lode, right?
Give me that box. Give me that box.
Holy shit!
Oh, my fucking God. Dude!
What?
Where do you think it came from?
I don't know.
Looks like this place was used
to do some kind of wildlife study.
Last data entry's from 2006.
Do you think any of the food is still good?
Oh, yeah, expiration dates
are just suggestions on things like...
Lifeblood.
Water?
Well, yeah, but also...
...lifeblood.
This, this is all you, man. We found this because of you.
So don't go doubting your instincts on me, all right,
because you got some good ones.
- Seriously. - Thanks.
Yeah.
♪ ♪
Call who you need to.
[line trilling]
[Elias] Hola, sí, bueno.
Bueno, sí.
[speaking Spanish]
Rafa?
Raf...
No one was home.
Anyone else you can call?
[sighs]
♪ ♪
[Toni] Hey, stranger.
Everything all right?
Mm-hmm, just trying to skin them downwind.
Doesn't always smell so great.
Are you sure you're okay
with me and Shelby hanging out and everything?
'Cause she told me that maybe you weren't feeling so...
Shelby told you, you told Shelby, that...
that is what I'm not okay with.
My shit is my shit, and I want it to stay that way.
Martha, I would never say anything about anything
that you wouldn't tell her yourself.
Not on my life would I do that.
How about you just tell her nothing, you know?
- To be on the safe side. - Yeah, of course.
Whatever you need.
Sorry.
I don't mean to be...
Nah, it's cool. It's all cool.
I'm so proud of you.
Why?
You've gotten so strong. You're like a fuckin' warrior.
Whoop, whoop! Surprise!
[laughs]
Yeah, surprise they didn't murder each other
- in cold blood. [Toni] Where'd that come from?
- Pulled it out of the water. [Fatin] What the hell's in it?
Take a look. Bet you'll like it.
Or at least be, like, mildly amused and confused by it.
[Toni] Party supplies?
[Fatin] Um...
...an old person's party, an old person named Barbara.
Why on earth are y'all acting disappointed?
I mean, look at these.
That...yeah, plastic forks.
Yeah, but they're, like, the fancy plastic.
Like, full-on dishwasher safe.
And aren't you excited to eat with a frickin' fork again?
Oh, my God. How precious are these?
- [squeals] - They're plates.
You're gonna lose your girlfriend
to this kitschy party shit.
I mean, can you get her off like this?
[Shelby] This Barbara knows how to party.
You know, honestly, I'm not sure.
This is a real heat check for me.
Hey, Fatin, there might be something for you yet.
Okay, I take back all negative commentary.
Barbara, you're a fucking legend.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Is this what I think it is?
[Martha] Oh, it's a piñata. And candy!
Holy shit, Babs, you were gonna beat up your boss in effigy?
Yeah, I can't tell whether that's punk rock or disturbing.
[Fatin] Both.
[Rachel] You okay, Leah?
Yeah, no. I'm...I'm...
[laughs]
[laughter]
[laughing]
Yeah, I'm sorry.
It's just the piñata.
[laughing]
My dad has this friend named Top Ramen.
His name is actually Paul, but we call him Top Ramen
because this one time on a ski trip,
he got very drunk
and snorted, like, ten lines of ramen seasoning.
The piñata looks just like him.
[Leah] Wow.
[laughter]
[Shelby] Oh, my God.
Look, you know Dot's gonna want to inventory the shit
- out of all this. - Yeah, where is Dot?
♪ ♪
[Kirin] Hey, Boy Scout.
Don't you know how to make a fire?
Yes, but only with a ferro rod.
A what?
It's a rod-shaped tool
often made of synthetic alloy or magnesium.
Okay, you can stop.
Bo-Bo, you crashing, man?
Only a little.
Hey.
[laughing]
Oh, man. Man, that's funny.
[Kirin] I swear to God, Josh.
If you're laughing about something you saw
- on fucking Spillz again. [Josh] I'm sorry.
It just keeps popping into my head.
There was this one photo... there's tikka masala
all over someone's computer keyboard...
- Stop! - Shut up!
Oh, my God. Oh, my God!
I forgot about my kids.
Okay, I'll bite.
Tell me about these kids, Joshua.
I put them in my bag,
and I hid them in one of my socks.
[Scotty] Sour Patch Kids?
Who the hell just calls them Kids?
- Doesn't everybody? - Absolutely not.
- But you know what? I love it. [Henry] Yeah, me too.
It brings cannibalism into the experience in a more real way.
Yeah, I'd like to cannibalize a few right now, actually.
Hey, Joshua, may I have a child?
Um, shoot.
I, uh...I forgot I already ate most of them.
Tut! Shh!
The fuck?
A lighter? You had this all along?
Uh...
yeah, right.
Um, that's actually for my...
my ear candle in case I get too waxy...
You fuckin' moron!
All this time, we've been freezing,
and here we could have had a campfire.
But no, you've been too busy yukking it up
over that smarty-farty's dumb little website
to remember you had a goddamn lighter
in your goddamn suitcase!
Okay, somebody needs to, like, deescalate.
You're gonna tell me that?
You of all people gonna fuckin' tell me that?
Deescalate my ball sack, Taylor.
What else have you forgotten to tell us about, huh?
Maybe it's time to have a real good look around.
[Scotty] Jesus. [Kirin] You want a spill?
There's a spill.
What should we rate it, huh?
Stage seven suitcase some fuckin' something
stupid fucking piece-of-shit disaster?
Uh, Kirin, if you steal my IP,
I will have to send a cease and desist.
- Anybody hungry? - My God!
- Oh! - Oh!
Oh, my God! Peanut butter.
A third-tier nut butter, but I...I am not complaining.
[Josh] You found all this?
Oh, no, not me. Raf did.
[chuckles]
Raf, oh, thank you!
But hey, stop burying the lede, brother.
Oh, right.
There's beer and more of it at the bunker.
Oh, my God!
[laughter]
Let's go!
Hey, Kirin. A lifeblood?
Yeah, thanks.
Hey, you don't drink.
Yeah, but then I thought about it.
And does that even make any sense?
Cheers.
Guys, thanks be to Raf.
[together] To Raf!
[Ivan] Hey, hey, Raf, Raf, Raf!
[all chanting] Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf!
Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf,
Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf!
Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf, Raf!
[CBP officer] Rafael Garcia.
That's you, right? You're good to go.
[soft piano music]
[operatic music playing over speakers]
Ay, Mari.
Thank you.
Sure.
[Raul] Uh, Raf, you won't be able to head stateside
until the hold on your visa is lifted,
but I don't think it'll take long.
And Marisol can get your homework for you
so you don't fall behind.
I know how important that is to you.
Oh, and if the immigration stuff gets too sticky...
Mm.
...here's a good organization to contact.
I have a lawyer friend who knows the CBP in and out.
He says they're a great resource.
Hey.
Are we...
are we, like, okay?
Yeah.
♪ ♪
[♪ Martha Molinar and Jozef Olechowski: "Le Secret"]
- Mom. [Ines] Hmm?
Can you turn it up? I think this is Martha Molinar.
[Ines] Yeah.
[Molinar singing in French]
♪ ♪
[Raf] It's like I always used to need someone else.
♪ ♪
...to make me feel whole...
♪ ♪
[Raf] ...to make me feel...
...a little less lost.
♪ ♪
But I know better now.
It never leads anywhere good.
Well, that doesn't exactly bode well,
like, for me.
Meaning?
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
I'm asking you to trust me,
to go along with me here,
to think that I'm not completely insane
and that I'm working to free us both.
♪ ♪
But it just doesn't sound like you're prepared to do that.
No. I'm not.
♪ ♪
But it doesn't seem like I have much of a choice here, do I?
♪ ♪
I'm gonna get us out of here, Raf.
I swear to fucking God.
[orderly] Hey, hey!
Hey, what are you doing? You can't be here.
[tense music]
Leah.
Hi.
She's fine.
Uh, please, have a seat.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
I've got a great story for you.
Okay.
Would you like to hear it?
Yes, please.
Once upon a time,
two plane crashes were staged.
All of the victims were dosed and stranded on two islands,
eight on one, eight on the other.
Though that number was subject to change.
♪ ♪
I met Rafael tonight.
♪ ♪
We've been catching up.
♪ ♪
But you already knew that, didn't you?
You've got eyes on us all the time.
There's no way I would have been allowed to stay
in that room if there wasn't something
that you wanted from him.
Something you can't seem to get.
♪ ♪
Something you think I can.
♪ ♪
You're not in charge here.
♪ ♪
I mean, that's, like, painfully obvious.
♪ ♪
But I want you to tell whoever is...
♪ ♪
...that I can get them what they need.
♪ ♪
But there's something I want too.
♪ ♪
[exhales]
♪ ♪
[child] Beep, beep, coming through!