- Previously on "Wrecked"... - I think you're a pretty cool guy.
Oh, you're the cooler guy.
He killed Luther. And I'm going after him.
There's someone here!
It's coming right at me!
Hello, there.
Sorry about that.
Tiki there never was much for manners.
Who the hell are you?
Oh, pardon me, I'm... I'm Declan Stanwick.
And welcome to "Jurassic Park"!
This is my private island.
Do you people need any help?
This is your island?
Yes, this is my sandy speck of paradise
in the great blue bath
that we... Oh, hello.
It was your land mines that killed my best friend!
Land mine?
Oh, no. Did you come from the north beach?
Yes, it was a beach,
and Luther died there!
And it's all your fault!
It... It is... It is my fault.
This island was once a-a militant stronghold.
The mines, I thought we'd cleared them all.
He was your best friend?
Yes.
Oh, my poor man.
Words simply cannot express
the depth of my sorrow f-for...
- what was his name? - Luther.
- Luther? - Yes.
Luther!!
I swear to you his death will not be in vain.
I will start a foundation in Luther's name,
and it shall be known as...
... Luther's Landmines.
You... did all you could.
I could've done more.
Through the foundation, you will.
We will!
We will.
Everyone!
This is Declan.
He's here to help.
Yes.
Won't you... come with me?
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A plane crash, then pirates, then a sinking ship.
Seems you people can survive anything.
Speaking of, why are there killer gorillas here?
Yeah, what is this, Skull Island?
Is this Skull Island?
This is my personal hunting reserve.
I import big game animals.
Tiki and his mate Olive came from a zoo in old Montreal.
This way. My villa's just up ahead.
Hey. Hey, Declan?
So, you just live out here in the jungle by yourself?
No, I really divide my time between London and Dubai.
And my yacht, of course, in Mallorca.
This is just a private retreat where I can bring...
special friends.
Are you getting creep vibes from this guy?
Major creep vibes.
I don't know what it is. He's just...
So dope! I mean, a yacht and his own island?
Playboy's doing it right.
How does he keep his suit so clean?
Welcome, friends, to my humble abode!
Whoo!
Martha!
I have found some weary travelers.
What say we whip up some refreshments for them, hmm?
Ooh, what do you all feel like?
Tapas? Hmm? Small plates?
Well, first things first,
I'd like to check my work e-mail.
- Yes, e-mail! - Whoo!
No, no, no. Un-Un-Unfortunately,
the lodge is, by design, a dead zone.
There's no Wi-Fi, no cellular.
It forces me to truly unplug.
I do, however, have a wideband radio
I had installed for emergencies.
You know, I shall fire it up, hail the authorities,
and arrange...
for your rescue.
There it is!
Can you imagine being bros with a billionaire?
The parties, the jets,
doing burn-outs in a Lambo?
Nice! Boom!
Ding!
So sick.
You're delusional.
I can imagine him being friends with me.
Whatever, dude. Rich guys love me.
I promise you, it is not Valyrian steel.
- We don't know that. - We do.
- C-Can't I just ask? - Hey!
Hey, so, we've got a bad feeling about Declan.
- What do you mean? - There's just something about him
- that's setting off our creep radar. - Mm-hmm.
I don't know. He seems fine to me.
- Oh, my God. - Of course he seems fine to you,
'cause as a man, you don't have to constantly
be looking out for red flags.
He's a rich white dude
- who lives in the middle of nowhere. - That's a red flag.
All this hung velvet?
That's... That's literally a red flag.
I don't know if he's, like, a sex creep
or, like, a cult creep
or he, like, "throws ladies in wells" creep,
but he's definitely the kind of creep
who puts his hand on your lower back
when he's trying to move past you,
- even though there's so much room. - Oh, God, I hate it.
- No. I can't. - I know, right? It's the worst.
Okay, ladies?
I think it is perfectly understandable
- that you would feel this way. - Oh, thank you.
- Thank you. - But, in this case,
I think you're overreacting.
What?!
- So, you're saying we're crazy? - O-kay!
Not saying you're crazy. Not saying that.
I'm saying that it is natural to be a little bit edgy,
what with everything that's happened before,
but isn't it possible that in this case,
we actually just got lucky?
Good news!
I managed to reach an international aid ship.
They're charting a course for the island
and will be here for you in the morning.
You mean we're going home,
like, for real this time?
Now, I thought we should toast your good fortune
with a cocktail.
- Okay. - Karen, no!
Oh!
We didn't see what he put in those.
Mm.
Strain over fresh ice.
Et voilą.
Heaven in a glass.
You ever slap a drink out of my hand again,
- I'll kill you. - No, no, no, no.
Florence should be commended.
After all, I'm some man you just met.
Who knows what my motivations could be?
Aside from getting nicely toasted.
I will drink to that!
- No, I'll drink to that, Declan! - No, I said it first!
I will drink to...
To the places you all have been
and to where you soon shall go.
- Absolutely. - Yeah, yeah.
Mmm.
Excuse me.
Luther's Landmines will be a true nonprofit.
Of course, I'll take a salary to live.
Maybe a company car,
something German.
You know, this is the first time I've seen you, like,
- not stressed out. - Oh, my God.
I'm so glad I don't have to be all,
"Guys, guys, uhh!"
Help is on the way. We're good.
I think I'm gonna like Chill Owen.
Uh, yeah.
Crab rangoons with a miso-plum dipping sauce.
You know, this place would completely
fall to pieces without Martha.
Yeah, Jess doesn't cook for shit.
If Declan's using this place as a skeevy bang shack,
Martha would know.
Let's go.
So funny, man!
Oh, I love to laugh!
Hey, Declan? I couldn't help but noticing
this 1874 McMillan.
- Very nice! - Oh, I see I'm in the presence
of a fellow scotch man.
Well, if enjoying a balanced single malt
with a firm, creamy mouthfeel
makes me a scotch man, well, then,
I guess I'm guilty as cheers'd.
You know, I think we shall have to arrange a tasting later on.
Oh, yeah.
Why wait?
Let's scotch it up.
- Whoop! - What are you doing?
Whoa! Oh!
That's naughty, but nice.
Just a little flair. Don't be scared.
Shots. Uhh.
Uhh!
Oh!
Nailed it!
There's one in my holster.
Ah! Hey!
Party foul.
Right? No worries, though, Dec.
I will pay for that.
How much do I owe you?
It's quite all right.
- I'll just get Martha to fetch another one. - No, no, no, no, no, dude.
I'm good for it. What's the damage, Chief?
Oh, well...
- $40,000. - What in the world?
- That's it?! - Mm.
40 grand?
I got it.
Hi!
Yes?
Do you need to toilet?
No, we just wanted to tell you
your rangoons are amazing.
So, Martha, how is it working for Mr. Stanwick?
Mr. Stanwick is a remarkable man.
He works very hard,
and this is what makes him unique...
he also plays hard.
Martha, does he ever play...
too hard?
What do you mean?
Does Mr. Stanwick ever do anything
to make you feel uncomfortable?
I...
really shouldn't say anything.
There.
Now, you can speak freely.
If word got back to him, I dread what would happen,
but I can't stay silent any longer.
You see, as long as I've worked for him,
Mr. Stanwick has made a sick habit of...
... not washing his hands after he toilets.
Thank you.
- No problem. - It's cool.
I don't know what...
Ah, Declan. Thank you so much.
I just want to say, everything has been truly magnifique.
Oh, the best is yet to come.
My friends!
Martha will now show you to your rooms.
I want you well-rested.
Tomorrow's going to be a very big day.
We're so grateful. Thank you for your service.
Care to meet in my room later for some humping?
Shh! Jesus!
I'm not that drunk.
Where's your room?
Todd, none of this feels right.
I don't think we can trust this guy.
Copy that. Pack's the worst.
Now we got to ask your dad for another $40,000.
What? No, I mean Declan.
What?
Declan's the coolest, babe. Don't be cray.
I can't end the night like this.
I have to go be with him.
Florence!
- I was coming to find you. - I was coming to find you.
Todd just straight-up called me crazy
for not trusting Declan.
I tried to get Owen and Danny
to look for hidden cameras
and they went off to find the hot tub.
If they're not gonna listen to us,
we will just have to prove it to them.
- Yes, bitch. - Yes, bitch!
Okay, all right. So, I was thinking,
if there's creepo toilet cameras in here,
there's got to be monitors somewhere, right?
Ooh, the basement.
Creeps always go underground
to do their nasty, nasty business.
What's up, Dec? Uh, couldn't sleep,
so I thought maybe you and I could crush some nightcaps.
What a splendid idea.
I think we need another glass.
Absolutely. Got it, Dec.
What are you doing here?
Oh, you're so desperate.
Whoa. Bingo.
You don't put a keypad on a freaking half-bath.
How do we get in?
- I can hack it. - Huh?
Sort of. Well, so, if you look
at an iPhone from way over on the side,
you can see smudges
on whichever keys get used the most.
You have to do this on Todd's phone a lot?
Yeah, I do.
Okay, there are marks on the 6 and the 9
and that's it.
Just the 6 and 9?
- Ew, gross. - Oh, my God, of course!
I knew it!
He's got cameras everywhere.
Nice dungeon lighting, dude.
There's Owen and Danny in the hot tub,
probably sword fighting.
Is that Karen?
Oh, my God!
She's hooking up with Steve again. Ew!
- Oh, my God. - I know, right?
She has perfect tits.
Emma?!
What the hell? I mean, like,
- what the hell?! - Who are these people?!
Emma, what happened?
Mr. Stanwick doesn't like trespassers.
You! We asked you if Declan does anything weird,
and you don't think this counts as weird?!
What did he do to them?!
You'll find out soon enough.
Come with me.
- No. - No way.
All right, then.
I'll just have to make you.
Come!
- What is she doing that? - What... What's happening?
Come!
- Does she think we're dogs? - I don't know.
Come!
- Jess, what are you doing?! - What?! I don't know! Sorry.
She's clapping so hard!
All right, then.
Help!
Help! Help!
Oh, hell, yeah.
You mind if we light up one of these stogies?
Those are Cubans.
I save them for special occasions.
I think tonight certainly qualifies, don't you?
Nice. Let's do this.
Hey, Pack, uh,
you probably want to sit this one out, right?
Little guy like you? Little lungs?
Pfft!
No way. I love Cubans.
Everything about it, you know,
the country, cigars, sandwiches.
Here you go, player.
Take a big pull.
Cheers.
Just as smooth as I thought.
What are we gonna do?! We've gotta warn the others!
I don't know, but can I just take a moment to point out
- that we were right about Declan? - We were so right!
I'm sorry, but can we just vent for a second?
Like, no one was listening and now here we are, just...
Wait, wait, wait.
Oh, so choice.
You ready for round 2, Dec?
Don't mind if I deux.
Pack?
Oh, big-time, baby.
I'm so ready. I just gotta pop over to the bathroom.
Okay.
See you in a bit.
So, Dec,
you ever been to Lake Havasu?
It's Arizona's playground.
I-Is he taking a shower in there?
I don't know. He's a clean freak.
Anyway, I got a booze boat docked out there.
I think you'd better go check on your friend.
Sure.
He's probably, uh, just freshening up.
What are you... ?
You idiot, you're making us both look bad.
- Why is the damn shower on? - Because I had to barf,
and I didn't want Declan to hear me.
Now you've gotta be all wet when you come out.
No, I don't have to be wet.
At least put your head under the spout.
- No. - Do it!
- No! - Screw it.
Come on. Do it!
Why don't you go sell a condo somewhere, you piece of shit!
- I'm gonna throw up again! - No, don't!
Ew, gross. Crab rangoons!
- Oh, Christ. - Why didn't you just turn the fan on?
Ugh! Sick!
It smells like puke and cigars in here!
I'm freaking out. How far do we have to go?
I don't know.
How do we get out of here?!
I don't know!!
I think I could get used to this.
Uh, yeah.
All right, Dec.
We're all good in there. We're just...
Oh, shit!
Declan? You happy now?
He bailed on us
'cause you're being all freak of the week.
Aah!
Did you just chuck a book at me?
You're freak of the week!
Not this week! Not any week!
- Oh, you want some?! - Not any week!
Ow! My elbow!
- God damn it! - C'mon. Aah!
Bring it! I dare you!
Ow!
Oh!
- It's a secret passageway. - So cool. Declan rules.
- Oh, neon. - Sick.
So sick.
Is that mahogany?
No, no, no, no, no!
- Aah! - Aah!
I think it's coming from up here.
Is that Florence?
Please help! We're in the vents!
Well, what the hell are you doing in the vents?!
Let us out!!
Whoa!
Oh, my God.
Emma's head is on the wall!
Her head is chopped off, and it's on the wall and like...
- Okay, calm down. - There's no time!
Where's Todd? We've gotta go!
- You sound hysterical. - Your tone is very shrill.
Will you just listen to us?!
You guys! You guys!
This place is bad news!
The dude has human heads on the wall!
Everybody, get their stuff. We've gotta go.
No. Stay.
I insist.
Holy shit.
Todd and Pack were right.
I do hope you'll be comfortable here.
Or not. I really don't care.
I can't believe I wanted to be bros with you.
Everything you said about Luther,
it was all a lie?!
Yes, it was.
I planted those mines.
I thought they worked smashingly.
I don't know how and I don't know when,
but I will kill you.
Not if I kill him first.
Love the spirit, but it won't happen, of course.
You forgot one thing,
Dick-lan.
There's an international aid ship coming to rescue us.
You lose, bro.
Does someone else want to tell him or... ?
Danny, he didn't actually call the ship.
Oh...
You son of a bitch!
What is with you people and spitting?
So, what are you gonna do? Are you just gonna kill us?
No, I'm going to break you
and watch you turn on each other.
Yeah, but that's not gonna happen,
because the nine of us have been through too...
- Whoa, whoa, I count 8. - What?
- Wait, who's missing? - 1, 2, 3...
- Where's Chet? - Did we lose Chet?!
- Did he get lost? - Ugh.
Martha?
Find this Chet.
I see it's every man for himself already.
Good. That'll help...
when you're hunting each other to the death.
I think we're in trouble.
Uh, yeah.
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