[dramatic uptempo music]
[door knocks]
Why are you naked?
You do know our family's legacy of nude resorts, right?
Do you need something?
I figured I help with the breakfast prep.
You wanna help now?
Well, considering we threw Jacque's bludgeoned body
into room seven last night,
I knew you'd be down one set of hands.
What? Too soon?
You seem to be taking his death pretty well.
Making jokes is my defense mechanism.
Throw on some clothes and I'll meet you in the kitchen.
Happy to be of service.
Douche.
[upbeat lilting quirky music]
We figured a buffet would be our best option
considering our chef is dead.
Excuse me.
Okay, I have to ask.
I keep hearing that word.
What is a buffet?
You take a plate and you serve yourself.
Is that a Xanax?
It's not a Xanax.
So, maybe a different vibe from last night.
Well, finding out one of us is a murderer
does put a bit of a damper on socialization.
We don't know that one of us is the killer.
Someone else could have come in and killed Jacques.
Sure, there are just nine people here
who all have a huge motive.
Not that huge of a motive.
We're already getting a million each.
That's a shit ton of money.
Actually, we're each getting 1,111,000
now that the French guy's dead.
That's not taking into account the massive percentage
Uncle Sam's gonna take.
Considering the state of the economy,
that leaves us each with a, let's say,
less than substantial pot.
If another guy gets bumped off,
then we each get 1.25 million.
Still chump change.
Did you just do that in your head?
He's good with numbers.
Basically, the only way
to really move the needle, financially speaking,
would be to kill everyone here.
Be the last man standing.
Or something.
I literally have like no idea what I'm talking about, so.
No, I mean, I'd be worried
if we were all a bunch of criminals, but we're not.
We're not, right?
Wait, who does have a criminal record?
Arrests are public, guys.
Once the internet access is back, we can just look it up.
No reason not to spill.
Okay.
I have two DUIs, but I never did any time.
You should have.
Excuse me?
I was arrested once
for protesting a building being constructed on land
that was home to a flock of endangered birds,
and I did do jail time.
Meanwhile, you could have killed someone
and got off scot free.
Must be nice to be a part of the 1%.
[Barron chuckles]
Babe, the 1% wishes they were me.
What kind of building?
What?
What kind of building were you protesting?
Does it matter?
Anyone else?
What did you get arrested for?
Shoplifting.
Wait, why?
Your dad's loaded.
I wanna live a little.
I think you live a little too much.
All right!
What is the plan?
We just stare at each other
and exchange catty remarks for the next 48 hours?
I'm thinking a killer is not gonna be too active
during the daylight.
I've got some nervous energy to burn
so I'm gonna hit the gym.
That actually sounds like a great idea.
Yeah, I could use the endorphin hit for sure.
All right, if everyone likes the idea,
I guess we can all go our separate ways for now,
but let's all agree to be here for lunch
and then when it starts getting dark,
we can all lock ourselves in our room
since that kept most of us safe.
Babe, wanna come with me to the sauna?
I could stand to sweat out some of this tension.
The desert in summer isn't hot enough?
Babe, you know me.
You know I run cold.
Well, I don't so I think I'm gonna dip in the pool.
You wanna join me after your sweat session?
Sounds good.
I'm gonna bench.
You wanna spot me?
Sure.
Actually, you know, I think I'm good.
I don't need a spot.
You sure? I don't mind.
Yeah, yeah, I'm sure.
Okay, well, I do have to do chest too,
so I'll get to it and then I'll work in with you.
You know what?
Just go for it.
I should do legs anyway for snow boarding.
It's the summer.
Yes. Yes, it is.
Are you worried that I'm gonna try to kill you
by dropping this bar on your neck?
[Alistair] I'd be.
You weren't so worried
when I was going down on you last night.
That was before we saw a dead body.
Plus, you're a little scary.
Fine. You know what?
You two enjoy yourselves.
I'm gonna go back to my room.
[upbeat lilting quirky music]
- Hey. - Jesus!
Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you.
Of course.
What reason would I have to be scared
besides a killer roaming among us?
Good point.
Mind if I join you?
As you can see, I'm not hiding any weapons.
Well, I haven't done a full cavity search.
It's Eric, right?
That's right. Bryan?
You got it.
So I have to ask you, dating a porn icon, what is that like?
Has it reached icon status already?
I guess it depends on your definition.
It's not easy.
Why is that?
He's been with so many guys.
All with perfect bodies,
and perfect faces, and perfect dicks.
You have all three of those.
[Eric] Look who's talking.
Oh, come on.
I'm serious.
Wait, do you not know how hot you are?
You think I'm hot?
I think anyone not in need of corrective lenses
thinks you're hot.
Well, no one's ever said that to me before.
There's no way that is true.
I am always the guy in the suit at the edge of the photo
if I'm in it at all.
I'm actually not used to getting any attention.
Well, you got my attention.
There must be some part of your job that you like.
Sure, but I definitely love some more stability.
It's not a stable gig?
No, being a publicist
is about as violently unstable as it comes to be honest.
Really?
Yeah, one day you think
you're gonna rep the perfect client
and all your bills and student loan payments will go away,
and the next day it all comes crashing down.
Sounds like Nikos' inheritance would really benefit you.
I think it would benefit any of us.
So you and Jesse, are you open or?
[gentle sensual music]
Hello. Hey, there.
Felt like sweating out some tension too, huh?
Oh, I love a good sauna.
I always get so, um, horny.
Makes me think of all the videos I like to watch.
You're in a few of them.
Well, I don't know about you,
but I could really use a blow job right about now.
What do you say?
Wanna swap?
Oh, okay, I guess you're going first.
[Barron screams]
Oh, come on!
Why does this keep happening to me?
[Aaron] What happened?
- We heard a scream. - Again, that would be me.
What's going on?
Was there another murder?
I'm sorry, Eric.
It's Jesse. He's dead.
Is everything okay?
My boyfriend was murdered.
What?
Oh my God. I'm so sorry.
Where were you?
Why are you interrogating me?
I just fucking got here.
Let's not start with the accusations just yet.
No, I would very much like to know where Liam was.
In my room.
Did anyone see him going to his room?
Wait, wait, wait, who found the body?
I did.
[Bryan] Again?
Well, Cassidy and I were lifting weights.
So you were in your room doing what exactly?
You're seriously pointing fingers at me
when Paris Hilton over here happened to be alone
when he found a dead body twice?
Yeah, that is a little suspicious.
Okay, please.
If I wanted someone dead, I wouldn't kill them myself.
I'd hire someone to do it for me.
That doesn't make you sound less suspicious.
Guys, this is pointless, and besides,
we have another dead body we have to deal with.
Alistair, help me.
Excuse me.
Don't.
[lilting quirky music]
Eric, can we do anything for you?
Yes, you can actually.
You can take this guy and tie his murdering ass up
until the police come!
Why are you so convinced it was me?
You have no alibi!
Neither do you!
Look, I drove in with you and Jesse
and I got some majorly weird vibes from you.
Maybe you brought him here to kill him.
Hey, hey, that's enough.
If we start throwing accusations left and right,
this will turn into the "Lord Of The Flies" real fast.
Only two people have died.
Let's just keep it that way, okay?
[cabinet door creaks]
[body thuds]
Okay. Three people.
[upbeat lilting quirky music]