Hungry

-Oh! -Here we go.

Wow, I was getting worried about you.

Well, there was a cute guy at the bar.

Of course there was.

-Another one? -Got you a gift.

Thank you.

"We light the party."

You heard the man. Come on, light 'em up.

Why do I always do what you tell me to do?

Especially when I know it's gonna lead me down a path.

Yes. Okay, okay...

Here we go. Okay, all right.

-We are gonna do the toast. -Pinkies up.

We're not here for a long time,

we're here for good time!

Yes.

-No. -Okay.

We're gonna do one more.

-No! -Yes. This one...

is for your mom.

Seriously?

Mr. Stone. Hi.

And it's crazy. It's got everything...

No. Sorry, I mean, yes, I have, sir.

It's just that I've had this vacation approved

since last year, and I did all the extra hours

and the work.

Mr. St...

Gonna see loads of animals.

Oh! Like what kind of animals?

Oh yeah, alligators, turtles, lots of birds.

-Hola, señora. - How'd it go?

I am gonna call it a night and, uh, go back to the hotel.

No, no, no, no. This is Rodrigo.

He has just given us a discount to go see alligators.

In the bayou.

Okay, well...

You guys go have fun and see lots of gators,

and I'll meet you back...

No, miss. No, miss. Wait.

Your friend's already paid for you both.

Eleven o'clock, tomorrow morning.

I promise you, it's gonna be a blast.

-Awesome. -I will see you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow. Bye.

Surprise.

I just got fired.

What? No.

Oh shit! I'm so sorry.

Hey, I told you that guy was an asshole.

Well, sis, we're not going anywhere then.

Uh-uh, no.

I have my mom's credit card,

and she specifically said, "Spend all my money."

Hannah, I really needed that job.

Dude, you will fix it.

Come on. You always fix it.

Why do you think I keep you around?

Come on, just one more. Please?

Gators?

Yeah, we can do nature.

Cheers.

Whoo!

We need more. We should get more.

Whoo!

Okay, 11 o'clock. Gator Joe tour.

Come on, don't be shy.

- I don't bite. - Hi.

Let me just get those here.

You want a teenager?

Oh no, I've already got three of my own.

Daughters.

Oh, okay. You win.

Here.

-There's three of us. -Okay.

Come on, Dad.

I don't have time for a quick smoke, do I?

We should get going, but once we arrive it's okay.

-Okay. I can wait. -Thank you.

Hop on board.

Oh, no.

Oh, shit.

Good morning, ladies.

How are the heads feeling today?

Enjoy the night? Wait, don't answer that.

The sunglasses tell the story.

Welcome to New Orleans.

Hey, Mike, you ready to see some gators?

Mike.

-What? -You ready to see some gators?

Huh?

Man-eaters. Ah!

Everything smells like bleach trying to mask puke.

Well, I look forward to your Tripadvisor review.

Oh, that was a good one. Rodrigo, right?

Yes, uh... hop on.

Ugh... stinks.

-Oh, hi. -Hi.

Hi.

Hi, I'm Sistine.

And this is hungover Hannah.

Sally, Tim, my son Mikey.

Nice to meet you.

Well, it's... it's Mike, actually. Hi.

Hey.

Dionne Edwards.

Okay, I see you've dressed for the day.

Ugh, work trip. Only packed for one night.

Flight got pushed to the red eye.

-This is the VIP tour? - Yes.

Are you guys excited to see the gators?

Are you kidding? I can't wait, yeah.

We're definitely gonna see some gators today, right?

Sure, we're gonna see plenty.

I promised my son a picture of a big one.

You got cell reception on the bayou?

Uh, signal is a bit patchy on the water,

but you can send your photos once we get back.

-Okay. -Please.

On board. I'll take care of this.

Oh.

Go ahead. Come on in.

Thank you. Hi.

I'm Dionne, but you can call me Dee.

Nice heels.

Work hard, ladies.

Okay, good to go?

- Yeah. -Yeah. Let's go.

Ow, my head.

Okay, welcome to Gator Joe's.

So, restroom breaks, snack breaks, rest your legs.

Boat leaves in 30, okay?

When you are ready, please head that way.

You'll find me setting her up, okay?

Wait, you're the boat driver too?

Well, I prefer "captain."

I will see you shortly.

Mm.

Captain Rodrigo.

El Rodrigo.

Rodrigo...

Gotta get a picture.

Hey, Cap. Wait up.

Oh yeah?

I saw in the map that we're...

- Ready? - Yes.

Room for glasses.

- All right, go. - Got it?

- Beautiful. - Yeah.

-Oh, my God. -What?

You brought your ex-boyfriend to the bayou.

Jason was much uglier than this.

We're in the bayou.

We're gonna go look at some gators.

Gators. I got my gator jacket on.

Wait. Oh, shoot. I always forget to turn it on.

Chop-chop.

Oh.

-Look at this one. -This is what you're missing.

Hey, Mikey.

You can kill someone with that.

Well, and then you can wear that shirt.

Yes. Oh, my God.

-It's giving "convict." -Ow!

Oh man, look at this thing.

It's creepy.

Whoa.

Hey, come look at this.

What is this?

Like a saber tooth?

Wrong.

I caught that in Africa in '98.

That's the most dangerous animal they've got.

Territorial, supremely aggressive,

responsible for over 500 human deaths a year.

Vegetarian,

which means he ain't killing you to eat you.

He's killing you for fun.

Well, what is it?

Hippopotamus.

Uh, a hippo?

All right. Yeah, sure. I mean, that's...

You think there's something funny

about staring down the barrel of a three-and-a-half-ton beast

with no natural predators?

I've seen them taking down lions, crocs, cars.

Cars?

Ain't nothing they're scared of.

And nothing they've got a conscience about,

besides protecting the young.

The mothers will die for their babies.

You're a hunter. Where are you from?

Portugal. I own the place.

Killed everything in here.

Ew, it's so dirty.

Says here you nearly had hippopotamuses

here in Louisiana?

Meat shortage,

turn of the last century.

Robert Broussard wanted to bring hippos from Africa