Okay, here we go.
Two truths, one lie.
I love your obsession with this game.
Okay. One, there is a huge wine cellar in the basement,
and we have total access.
- Well, that's impossible. - Mm-hmm.
Okay, um, two,
the hot tub is currently out of service.
- It's very sad for us. - Mm-hmm.
Um, three, the house does have Wi-Fi,
so you can answer your damn work emails.
Hmm, let me think.
Well, the lie is obviously number one.
No one would be crazy enough
to give us access to their wine cellar.
I'm very sorry, Mr. Palmer, but that is incorrect.
The house doesn't have a hot tub,
just, like, an incredible pool.
Oh, wait. So the wine cellar thing is real?
Better than your hotel?
Is this it?
I-I don't know. Um...
Hey, are you sure that this is the right place?
Oh, thank God.
You were about to be
wildly optimistic about that place.
Weren't you? Yes.
- Mmm! Yes, you were. - It was... It was funky!
- It was like... It had character. - Ah, you are so cute!
- Yeah, it was so... - Rustic.
Yeah, so, so rustic.
Hey, is this it?
I think this is the place.
Yeah. Yeah, this is it.
- What? - Oh, my...
It's even bigger than the picture.
You turn... Okay.
Oh, look at this place.
- Holy shit! - It's amazing.
Are you serious?
Bet I can see it all first!
- Oh, my God! - Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Ah, the kitchen!
Ah, this place is amazing.
It's gorgeous. It's so gorgeous.
"Please treat this house as yours for the next six days
"while you have all the privacy you could ever want.
I am only a town over should you need anything at all. Eduardo."
Treat this house as ours, huh?
And little does he know how we treat our house.
We kind of have an abusive relationship with our house.
What are you saying?
You saying I did good?
Wow, you did so good.
- Shit! - Oh!
Oh, my God.
Ah, I'm gross right now, anyway.
No, I love gross.
No, I'm, like, really gross. I stink.
And, um, you should stink,
but all I can smell is your delicious cologne.
Love how this always works on you.
Interesting range, Eduardo.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
- We made it. - We made it.
- We are here. - I mean,
it's almost as good as Martha's Vineyard.
What is up with you
and your obsession with Martha's Vineyard?
I... I mean, you loved Martha's Vineyard.
No. This is so much better. Are you kidding?
Mmm. You're calling that already, huh?
Absolutely. I mean, look at this.
Listen to it.
It's like we're the only two people in the world.
Oh, my God.
It's just us. So...
Why don't we put those away, lock them away?
No... No more emails, texts...
You're not gonna be on Instagram all week?
I don't need Instagram when I'm with you.
- Oh, you don't need Instagram? - No.
I mean, I don't know what we could just do, the two of us
without any interactions all the way out here.
What could we do out here?
I don't know. I have a few ideas, though.
- You do? - Hmm, yeah.
- Like what? - I don't know, honey.
Go put our phones away, and I'll... I'll show you.
You'll show me?
Look at you in all those clothes.
I love you...
so, so, so much.
Sorry. I just can't with those things watching us.
we came here to fix this, right?
We're not gonna leave until we do.
two truths, one lie. You ready?
No. I'm sleeping.
Okay, well, one, you're not really sleeping.
You just don't wanna talk to me right now.
Two, I just popped three Viagras in the bathroom.
Mm, I love fucking you.
Why would you do this, Cass?
How the fuck could you do this?!
How could you do this?!