All right, I'm out.
What? Where are you going?
The jacuzzi.
If I'm gonna get murdered,
I at least wanna be relaxed before I go.
Yeah, I should probably go with him.
Are you sure, dude?
He might be the killer.
No, we were bonding earlier.
I don't think he's capable of that.
Uh, but if he does try to kill me, I will scream.
I feel like he's walking to his death.
Or maybe he's the killer
and the professor's walking to his death.
Well, if one of them dies,
at least we'll know who the killer is.
That's a little brutal, isn't it?
I think the best course of action
is to split into a group of two and a group of three,
and search the premises
until we find the missing phones and keys.
You do realize that means one of us
might be alone with the killer.
Right.
But as per my previous comment,
at least that way we'll know who it is.
I'm opposed to manual labor, so.
Fucking seriously, man?
Yeah, just let me know if you find anything, okay?
Thanks.
- What a dick. - Whatever.
I'm in. - Me too.
Wanna be my search partner?
Oh, actually, I don't think that's a good idea.
These two are brothers and they might be in it together.
Oh, give me a break.
If we were in it together, we'd just kill you now.
Which we're not gonna do.
Yeah, I think we should pair up
and let Nikos's sons team up.
That sounds like something a killer would say.
Fine.
Alistair and I will take the west side rooms.
Why don't you guys take the east
and we'll meet in the middle?
After we put Montana in Room 7.
I am so sorry.
I can't imagine what you're feeling right now.
Right now I mostly feel numb.
Like a robot.
I don't wanna feel like a robot.
If there's anything I can do.
There is.
Right now what would help me the most
is an act of salacious comfort.
Are you sure?
Most definitely.
Wanna take this to my room?
Um.
Oh.
You think I might be the killer.
No, if I thought you were the killer,
I wouldn't be engaging in an act
of salacious comfort with you.
But I do think it would be best for everyone
if we keep this out in the open.
Works for me.
Works for me too.
Mind if I join you?
If Mom and Dad could see us now.
What's that supposed to mean?
I just mean I'm sure they'd love
to see us working together or you working at all.
Okay, see, you were so close to saying something nice,
then you went ahead and fucked it up at the last minute.
I'd say I'm justified.
They let you get away with everything,
while I was constantly expected to be the responsible one.
Well, it's not my fault you were always
the Goody Two-shoes.
Who under 80 says Goody Two-shoes?
What is your problem with me?
Really? Have I been at all unclear?
You know what?
Let's just keep searching.
No need to talk to each other.
Fine.
Whenever I was with Jesse,
I was always the top.
Kind of dying to bottom.
Oh.
Want me to fuck you?
No.
I want him to fuck me.
Um, do you know how many people would pay
literally millions to have me fuck them?
- And yet. - Oh.
You down?
Sure.
I'm verse-ish.
Cool.
I just need to freshen up.
Is he doing all right?
Hmm?
I mean, he just found out his boyfriend died.
God, I can't imagine where his head is.
Huh?
What?
I'm sorry.
I just didn't expect empathy from you.
Kind of goes against your whole brand, doesn't it?
Okay, you know what?
Whatever. Forget it.
No, it's nice to know you can be a human being after all.
Yeah?
Just don't tell TMZ.
It's not like this is the world's biggest resort.
You'd think finding a huge pile of keys and phones
wouldn't be that hard.
Unless someone's really, really
doing their best to hide them.
True.
I, um, I remember you, by the way.
Excuse me.
Okay, don't mention this,
'cause it might ruin my street cred,
but, um, I'm kind of an Olympic super fan.
I recognized you right away at Nikos's orgy.
I recognized you too.
How? I'm not famous.
Not in the traditional sense.
One of the organizations I work with is PETA,
so I'm kind of up on animal preservation.
I know your story.
You have a really sexy mugshot.
Oh yeah?
We've searched every inch of this fucker, man.
Let's just go on to the next one.
Fine.
Help!
We heard someone shouting for help.
Was that you?
No.
Help!
Come on!
Help!
He's strangling him!
I'm not fucking strangling him!
I'm trying to keep him still.
He's having a seizure.
Get him out of the water.
He's dead.
We were fooling around, you know, gays in a hot tub.
Where's Eric?
He went to douche.
He went to douche?
Who douches when there's a murderer around?
What does one have to do with the other?
Oh, I would say douching is a low priority
when people are literally getting killed.
Well, he did, okay?
Fine. We need to get him.
Get out of the tub and join us.
- I can't. - Why not?
Because, like, I'm indecent.
We've all seen each other naked plenty of times, Bryan.
Yeah, but I'm indecent.
What are you talking about?
Are you fucking hard?
- Jesus, dude. - We were hooking up!
He was having a seizure.
Listen, the two hemispheres of my brain
aren't always connecting.
Come on!
We're all men here! You get it!
I've never stayed hard through a fucking murder!
We don't know that it was murder.
It wasn't a murder!
Aaron, open your eyes, bro.
Look at him. He's hard.
That's some Jeffrey Dahmer type shit!
All the victims were killed violently.
No one else had a seizure.
It's possible Bryan didn't kill him.
He's hard.
I'm not a killer.
Sure, you just get hard around dead bodies.
Everyone, stop saying "hard"!
Okay, what we need to do right now is find Eric.
Whoa, I don't know if I wanna walk in on someone douching.
I'd rather find that than a corpse.
Okay, Bryan, out of the tub.
Damn.
Wow, that is nice.
It's, like, perfectly shaped.
Thank you.
Guys.
And we're clear.
Jesus!
You're alive.
Not for long if you keep giving me heart attacks.
What happened?
Barron.
He had a seizure while we were in the hot tub.
He's dead.
Wait.
If he's dead, why are you hard?
Thank you.
I need a sandwich.
Anyone else hungry?
Great.
Only one thing left to do before that.
Room 7?
Room 7.