Previously on "Wrecked"...
So, what are you gonna do? Are you just gonna kill us?
No, I'm going to break you and watch you hunt each other to the death.
We hunt the winner.
You don't think anyone's gonna turn on each other, do you?
Not as long as the Dream Team stays strong.
How could you hunt us?
I'll do anything to get back to Anthony and the girls.
You have a family?!
You know what? I thought you were a good guy.
But the real Owen is a friggin' dirtbag.
Maybe you shouldn't be with any Owen.
Pack is using Jess' soupy brain
to trick her into having feelings for him.
We're no one to each other.
Screw you people. Every man for himself.
It's Hunt Day!
That is too funny.
Ooh!
Gentlemen, a toast to the greatest Hunt ever assembled.
To The Hunt!
- Cheers! - Yeah. Cheers!
Martha.
Welcome... to The Hunt.
Shall we begin?
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Hello, my beasts.
Let's talk about the rules of The Hunt.
The game is simple...
Be the last one standing and you live.
We let you go free.
But there are a few guidelines.
First, every year, an odd player or two
tries to attack us or knock out the power.
Don't do that.
We've set up pylons
around all key areas,
and if you cross them...
we'll kill you.
Right, so, uh, second...
In case you were planning on avoiding the fray
and hiding like a piss-stained, little coward,
someone must die every six hours.
If not, we will randomly select someone...
and do it ourselves.
And one last thing...
We will be watching and listening to your every move.
So do try to be entertaining.
Right, so, uh, on the buzzer, we will begin.
I'll give you a moment to say goodbyes.
Good luck!
And remember... have fun out there.
Hey, Pack, I'm a nice guy,
so I'ma let you choose which weapon
you want me to beat you to death with!
Oh, God.
I can't believe this is actually happening.
Listen, I care deeply about all of you,
so I'm going to give everyone a 30-second head start.
Then... and only then... Will I begin to murder.
- It seems only fair. - Fair?!
Fair would be telling someone you're married
so that they don't stick their big penis inside you!
Is that a bat with nails in it?
Did you say bat? Oh, that's a great choice, bud.
I played four years on my prep school's J.V. team...
Scottsdale Stangs.
Let's go, Stangs!
Let's hit a dinger! Boom!
Leave him alone, you old creep.
You're like the same age as me.
Guys, can we focus, please,
namely on how we're gonna get out of this "Hunger Games" knock-off?
Why don't you do what you do best
and focus on yourself, okay?
I'm surprised you've seen "Hunger Games,"
- living in a car! - It's a van!
Can you fit a refrigerator in a car?
- I don't know. Can you? - No!
You know what?
I just want to say you're welcome...
for all the public-library books
you burned for heat in a trash fire!
Pack, wait!
30, 29...
Stuff you, Karen! I'll give you 30 seconds
to apologize to me for your infidelity!
30, 29...
It wasn't infidelity. 27, 26...
Of course it was!
- 28, 27... - 25...
- Are you listening? 2... - 23, 22...
- 24! - 20... Hurry up!
"Van" Diesel, while you were blabbering on about your domicile,
we missed our opportunity to come up with a strategy!
Well, I'd welcome death right now
if it meant I could just have a brief break
from your shriek of a voice!
You sound like a small baby.
Babies are already small, you idiot.
What is he doing? Hey, Danny, what are you doing?
Hmm.
It's just like most of these guys just kind of ran away.
Yeah, and these two Rain Mans
are just counting at each other.
Yeah, Declan, this ain't exactly a barn burner.
Usually we got four or five deaths by now.
Patience, please, gentlemen.
This is merely the first act.
Yeah, well, the first act is supposed to grab you, you know?
You still doing that screenwriting course?
I am.
Okay, what do we got here?
Ah, this is the go.
That's gone. 3... 2...
Ah, this is cool.
Indiana Jones.
Ah, if only it came with a hat. Aah!
Aha! Steve's got a stickie!
You apologize to me now,
and I'll make it a quick death!
Steve, I am sorry.
Finally. Thank you.
About your ball sack.
Ohh! Ugh! Oh, my... my big penis.
Over there.
Inside, quick!
Into a murder warehouse?! Do you have a death wish?
We should climb on some meat hooks while we're at it.
Inside, quick!
Oh, God.
Go find your own spot.
There's like a hundred places to hide in here.
- I don't care. - I was here first.
- I don't care. - This is my crate.
Deal with it.
Oh, my God, fine.
Holy shit. He is really good with those things.
Why is he doing this? He loves us.
I do love you, Flo.
That's why you give me no choice.
Either you two make up right now...
or I ninja-star to death.
Danny, what is this, some kind of bullshit "Parent Trap"?
Pretty much.
How are you so good with those things?!
'Cause I'm a rich child of divorce
and went to a lot of Samurai camps.
Is that even a thing?
When you're rich, everything's a thing!
I can't believe your friend is doing this.
My friend? He is your friend, too.
You encourage him with all of your action-movie talk.
Well, excuse me
for trying to encourage a little creativity. It is good for him.
Oh, everyone knows he's a big, old Owen's boy.
Oh, my God.
Why am I hearing fighting
when I should be hearing apologizing?!
Okay, you know what? This is insane.
Someone needs to be the adult.
Danny! I'm coming up! We're gonna talk!
Hey, whoa. Hey. Hey. All right, now, listen, buddy.
Now, I know that it can be difficult
when your friends separate,
but you got to trust me that this is what is best for everyone.
Hey, Danny.
Hey, put the throwing star down, bud.
Hey! Buddy, did you hear what I said?
Knock it off! Hey, D...
You are about to be in big trouble!
He hit me!
Oh, my God! He actually hit me!
- Is this bad? Is this bad? - Uh-huh. Oh, yeah.
Does it look gross? Uh-huh.
That's it!
Daniel! You have crossed a line!
Uh-huh.
What the shit?!
"Scarlet Letter"!
Hester Prynne!
- Save your breath, Steve! - Why?
So you won't have to hear the truth about who you really are?!
No! You should literally save your breath!
Aah!
It takes oxygen to thrust!
Oh, I am done thrusting with you!
- Ah! - Ow!
Look, I get it.
You've got feelings for me.
What?! How could I after what you did to Anthony?
Well, if you don't have feelings for me,
then what the hell is this all about?
Wait. Which one of these guys is Anthony?
No, no, no. Anthony's her husband back home.
Ohh, and Awesome Blossom
didn't know about him before they banged?
- No. - Shh.
Jesus, Errol,
you get off your goddamn phone for 10 seconds,
you might be able to follow some of this.
Shut up!
Ready? To have a weapon that I've only seen in the movies
pulled from my chest? Sure.
Three, two...
Son of a...
Danny, we do not have time for this!
If you have time to break up,
then you have time to make up!
Just ask The Stylistics.
- Who? - The Stylistics.
He loves '70s music.
I don't expect you to know that
because you never spend any time with him.
Danny, I need you to listen to me, okay, bud?
- Us fighting is not your fault. - Yeah. No shit.
Danny, can we just get up, please?
- We are in actual danger here. - Sure!
You can come out, as long as you two admit
that you still have feelings for each other.
I won't let you hurt Anthony!
My husband has nothing to do with us!
Why do you even care?!
Don't you get it?!
I was Anthony!
My wife cheated on me!
And she ruined my life!
What?
You never told me that.
Well, it's true.
It's the whole reason I got on that stupid plane
in the first place... to start over.
And look where that got me.
So, this...
This... is for Anthony.
Oh, shit.
Aah! Aah! Ow!
What the
Danny, we want to show you something.
Florence and I have talked it over,
and we've decided... to get back together.
Really?
Yeah. We did.
Um, Florence actually apologized to me.
She said that she realizes that she has been a huge bitch
and she feels really, really terrible about it.
Owen apologized, too,
for being a giant asshole who doesn't pay taxes...
You know, the taxes that pay for the road his house is parked on.
Owen, you said that?
Yes, I did.
I just really love her.
- That's nice. - Ow.
That's really nice.
But I'm gonna need you to prove it.
Oh, we're already holding hands! What more do you want?!
I want you to dance.
Oh, for sake.
I want you to slow-dance together.
Show me that you care with your bodies!
Danny, there's not even any... any music playing, man.
You can't dance to nothing.
I'm sorry you were cheated on, but this is different.
- Give me a break. - Ohh!
What I'm trying to say is,
Ant and I have an understanding.
So he'd understand just a random stud like me
ramming his wife?
Hunh!
Yes!
- We have an open marriage. - Come on.
Those only exist in fairy tales.
Anthony is my fairy tale.
He told me as long as my extramarital activity
is purely sexual, it's not infidelity.
Really?
You're so handsome, Owen.
Mm. You're also very handsome.
That's it. Feel the magic.
Florence...
why don't you touch Owen's cool butt?
What?
One time I told him I thought you had a cool butt.
Okay.
How did that conversation happen?
So he wouldn't mind if he knew about us?
Nope.
He understands that I have a massive sexual appetite,
and he just wants me to be happy.
Well, this is a first.
# First you love me #
# Then you hate me #
# That's a game for fools #
That was really lovely, guys.
You...
Bring it in.
Come on.
- Yay - Aww.
- Dream Team. - Flo.
- Now! - Wh... Oh, no!
- What are you doing?! - Danny, it's for your own good!
You might not get this now, but we're your friends,
- and we know what's best for you. - You were faking?
Then what was that whole slow dance about?
Danny, you made us dance.
We're in the middle of a human hunt.
There is danger around every corner.
I'm gonna snap that dick right off your body!
- Yeah?! - Huh?
Ohh! Oh! Why!
They sound like they're killing each other.
Ohh, yeah!
- Here come the train, bitch! - All aboard!
I don't think they're fighting.
- Choo-choo! - Next stop, heaven!
- Ohh, yeah! Thrust! - Ahh!
- God, that's dirty. - Ohh, you like that?
Look at it. Look how dirty it is.
Should we tell them that we're here?
I don't know. It's been a really long time.
I feel like it would be weird at this point.
I think we should just let them finish.
- Unh! Dirty! - Mop this up, you bitch!
Ahh!
You dirty piece of shit!
Guys, I'm sorry.
- I just... - Oh, yeah!
I thought if you two got back together
that I could save the Dream Team
and then we could save the others.
- No, it's out. It fell out. - There's no use surviving
if the Dream Team falls apart.
- Ooh, it's in. - Yeah, there it is.
- Oh, no. No, it's out again. - Okay.
Should we leave it out? Is that better?
Hey, listen, bud,
even if Flo and I are not together,
it doesn't mean that we don't still care about each other.
No matter what happens,
we will always be the Dream Team.
- All the way in. - I promise.
- I'm caught. I'm caught. - Okay?
Ah! What are you doing?!
Excuse me.
He and Deborah are going through a rough patch.
- Oh. - Yeah.
Ooh, ooh, I'm gonna nut! Ooh, ooh, I'm nutting!
Someone's here.
What?!
Whoever's here, reveal yourself.
It's us. It's just us.
- Oh, shh. No, what... - Watch the sharp movements.
- Let's... Whoa. Come on. - It's... Oh.
Lis... Listen, listen!
Okay, calm... Hey, hey, hey, hey, listen.
We just got here. We didn't hear anything.
- What is this, an ambush? - No. We didn't see any bush.
Why are you still wearing socks?
My feet get cold. Don't look at me!
Run!
Where the hell are my pants?!
No time. After them.
How the did they get up there?
We should split up. She can't track us all at once.
- Okay. - Wait!
Who do I go with?
What? Either of us.
Don't make me choose.
Is she behind us?
Yeah! Is she gaining on us?!
Okay, now, just listen, girl.
Aah!
Holy...
Huh?
What the hell?!
- Danny! - What the hell?!
- Punch her! - What the hell?!
Huh?
Aah!
Holy shit!
This is how you hit a girl!
Ow! My good titty!
Ha ha.
Ah. That's how you hit a girl.
Oh, I hate that I just said.
Oh, my God. That sounded so bad.
Run.
Come on, Karen. You've had two 10-pound babies.
This pain is nothing.
Oh, hey.
Turns out my pants were in the rafters.
And I found this ax.
- Your pants are on backwards. - What?
Why does this keep happening?
Well, well, well.
You got nowhere to run now, you perverts.
Karen, please.
It's nothing personal.
Here we go.
Wait! There's something I need to tell you.
Declan told me that...
No! No, no, no! Not Steve!
Ohh!
W-Wait. Who was it?! Who... Who shot him?!
Holy shit.
We don't have a goddamn camera on this?!
Wait. So, it's a cliffhanger?!
A cliffhanger?! Are you kidding me?!
How?! What?!
God damn it!
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