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The ancient art of Tantra has been dreaded
and misunderstood for its ritualistic practices,
mantra chanting, and carnal sins.
But if practiced right,
it can raise one's consciousness
to an ultimate sense of liberation.
Sadly, most tantric practitioners
do not reach their full consciousness
and get stuck in dark rituals
from which they're not able to withdraw.
Mala.
Mala...
OK, guys and girls,
we're about to dock.
Welcome to the island of relaxation
and self-reflection.
Welcome to Samskara.
Thank you.
Your resort will have a pool, right?
There's gotta be a pool.
Wow, Reema, whose aunt leaves an abandoned resort
on an island in the middle of nowhere?
Yeah. I wish my aunt would leave me
something cool like that.
My aunt just left me a pen set with no ink.
Do you know how hard it is to find ink?
I'm still confused.
Lola's your cousin,
but this aunt isn't related in any way to her?
How many times do I have to tell you this, you coconut?
Real Indian people say they're cousins
when they're not actually cousins.
And we call men who we aren't related to our uncle and--
And women who aren't our actual aunties auntie.
Exactly.
Do you see that guy?
What guy?
Oh, maybe it's the imaginary Robert
that was meant to pick us up an hour ago?
Island time, I guess.
I--I think that's him.
So are we going to him or is he coming to us?
-Is that actually him? -Chill out, Lola.
If he tries anything, just bug spray him to death.
I'm Robert, the property manager.
You must be Reema.
No, that's me.
Hello. Nice to meet you, madam.
Madam and her guests will be staying
at the property for a while?
Just a week,
enough time to clean up the estate and...
And you, madam, will also be staying with us for just a week.
Excuse me.
I don't mean to indulge myself in your affairs.
The property belongs to you now,
and you can come and go as you please.
If I may.
No, that's OK, Robert.
Reema, please. Let the nice guy carry my 20-pound backpack.
Madam, I insist.
After you, madam.
Guys, thank you so much for coming with me.
I don't think I could have done it by myself.
A free trip to a crazy island paradise for a week?
Not a hard sell.
But for real, Reema, we're stoked.
He means grateful.
Thanks for having us.
It means a lot.
Guys, there's gotta be Wi-Fi, right?
Robert, before you picked us up,
I thought I saw someone watching us.
On this island, all the folk are curious...
...about the people who come from outside.
Nothing to be concerned about.
I didn't realize it would take this long.
This island must be pretty big.
I took a slight diversion,
just so we could get a sense of Samskara.
I was wondering, Does that mean anything?
It has many different meanings.
But the one I choose to like the best is a rite of passage.
Welcome to Samskara.
Is this it?
We did our best to be a very discreet resort
so that our guests can truly relax.
Let me show you.
Does anybody else have signal?
This island is, how you say, disconnected.
No phones, no internet.
It helps keep us grounded.
Yeah, Lola, a break from your phone
might be a good thing.
You do have TV, though, right?
TV?
You know, you may want to update your location.
I couldn't find you online or on any travel websites.
Our guests are by invitation only.
So no Wi-Fi, no TV.
You must have a pool, right?
Why have a pool
when you're surrounded by the ocean?
Not bad, Reema.
You inherited a beachfront property.
So, Robert, where did my aunt stay?
In the master suite.
Dorothy, my wife, is our resident chef.
She has prepared a few dishes for your lunch.
We have our own personal chef?
Do we really have our own chef?
Yes.
She can prepare all your dishes for you
if you so choose.
Madam, did you happen to decide what you're gonna do
with the staff attached to the property?
Um, I guess
I'd like to continue on with the old setup.
As you wish, madam.
I'm going to the beach.
Wait, Kalyan.
Let's at least settle in first,
decide where we'll sleep,
and maybe see what rooms need to be cleaned.
And then we can have fun.
Cool.
Whatever bidding madam requires.
And I'd like to take my high tea in the master suite.
Chop-chop.
This is the most spacious suite in the resort.
It is fitting that you stay here.
I'll be back after I deliver the guests' luggage.
Would you like me to take your bag up to the bedroom?
No, it's OK, Robert.
I'll be fine.
Robert, why are you up here?
We've been keeping her remains under her safekeeping,
but it seems fitting that they rest in your care.
Is there anything else I might do for you, Ms. Reema?
Robert, how did my aunt die?
The authorities from the big island
ruled it an accident,
despite the circumstances.
Circumstances?
I've been told that she died peacefully in her sleep.
I don't think that's quite the case, though.
When I found her here in her bed,
she had a huge spear right through her heart
that passed through her spleen and other organs.
She died in this bed?
And this is the spear.
But how it fell and perfectly pierced her
is a complete mystery.
Why is it still hanging up here?
After the authorities cleared her death,
I put the suite back the way it was.
Take it away. I don't want to see it.
That should be easy enough.
Will that be all?
Yes.
-You OK? -Mm.
Oh, my gosh!
Where did that paint come from?
It's not paint.
Tell me it's not yours.
It was on the doorknob.
OK. I just learned that my aunt died in her sleep
by a huge spear that fell from the wall
but it pierced her, like, through her heart and her lungs.
I swear. I swear. Come on.
-There's no way. -No, no, no, don't. I...
What's up?
Why the long faces?
Um, nothing.
I just got, uh, freaked out by a big lizard.
Anyways, let's get to what we came here to do--
throw out my aunt's old things, clean up the resort--
I don't know-- get everything back
to--to normal.
Did you guys pick a room?
-Yeah. -Yeah, yeah.
Although I wouldn't mind
checking out those beach-side suites.
They look so nice.
I've never stayed this close to the beach before.
Yeah, and it's not like anyone's staying here anyways.
It's weird, to be honest. This place seems really cool.
I thought it'd be full.
-Oh, that guy. -Robert.
Robert said the rooms needed cleaning out.
So we'll clean them.
It'll be cathartic.
We came here to do some, uh, spring cleaning of sorts.
Some mental spring cleaning wouldn't hurt.
Yeah, I guess. Why not?
Why don't we go check out the other options?
Mm-hmm. That's a good idea.
OK. So why don't you guys choose your rooms
and we'll meet back here in an hour and have lunch?
Chop-chop.
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