Wrecked

Previously on "Wrecked"...

When I heard you singing today,

it brought back a lot of memories...

of my dead lover.

A few years ago, my men and I raided a cruise ship.

Luther worked there as an M.C.

- Me and Todd are... - We're getting married!

Yay!

I don't really think I'm gonna go to the wedding.

- What? - Chris here just asked me

- if I want to go with him. - I have feelings for you!

I have feelings for you, too!

You got to fight for what's yours, buddy.

- Conga! - Whoo!

I just got to say,

this is the greatest night of my entire life!

Oh!

Just feels so right, you know?

Florence?!

Florence, wait.

Owen.

Is it bad?

It ain't good.

What happened? Did the engine just blow?

No.

There's explosives residue on this wall.

What are you saying?

This was no accident.

This was sabotage.

- What?! - Are you kidding?

- It was done on purpose?! - Whaaaaaaaaat?!

But who?!

Who?

Okay, everyone, listen up!

Someone blew up our engine.

Someone in this room.

And none of us are gonna leave until we find out who it is.

Lock the doors.

Why do you get to call the shots?

Because, Pack,

I'm the closest thing to a detective we've got.

You faked being a cop.

Which is why I'm the closest thing to a detective we've got!

Now, first thing we need to do is establish alibis.

Who was at the wedding when the engine blew and who wasn't?

Obviously, I couldn't have been the one that done it

because I was passed out at that table with a bowl of shrimp.

And sources have told me

that someone wrote the word "cock" on my face.

Where are Steve and Karen?

They're checking out the engine,

and Florence said that they definitely were at the wedding.

They were here, all right.

Mmm!

Now let's say we take you to the bathroom

and get you pregnant.

Huh? Okay.

I'm so high.

Okay, so how do we figure out who was here and who wasn't?

I'll tell you, Pack.

I'm gonna interview you...

one by one.

Enough!

Jess and I are hungover, okay?

And my wife...

gets very emotional when she's hurting from booze.

Like, who would even do this?

Like, at my wedding!

It's like I just got married!

So we need to wrap this up real quick.

Why don't we just re-create the conga line?

The what?

When the engines blew to shit,

we were right in the middle of a stone cold conga.

All we have to do is re-create the line,

everybody remember who was behind them,

and skadoosh...

we know who was at the wedding.

Wow. That's a really good idea.

No shit, Florence.

I'll allow it.

All right, everyone, conga up.

Let's go! Come on!

Well, it is official.

The engine is shot to hell.

We are dead in the water.

Really? There's nothing you can do?

You can't stick a new piston in there or grease some pipes?

You trying to turn me on?

What?! No! Jesus, Karen!

'Cause it is working.

I was high, all right? That's never gonna happen again.

Well, we'll see about that.

It's fate, isn't it?

Everywhere I go, something shit happens.

I get on a plane, it crashes.

I become leader of the island, my gun kills someone.

I'm just...

I'm so tired of the world bending me over and...

giving it to old Steve.

I'll give it to old Steve.

Stop it, Karen!

You're gross!

No.

It's time for old Stevie boy to fight back.

Yeah.

I'm gonna control my own fate from now on.

Karen...

what do you suggest I do?

We need to find a backup generator.

- There's only one problem. - What's that?

You'll have to go down into the bowels of the ship.

It's the one place we haven't looked yet.

Come on, hands on hips, people.

- All right, all right. - That's my foot.

Wait. You weren't behind me, were you?

Uh, yeah.

I, uh, said your dress was beautiful, remember?

Thank you so much.

Oh, you're welcome so much.

Okay, this is everyone.

Who wasn't here when the ship blew?

Owen.

- Owen wasn't here. - Yeah, maybe he's...

Okay, I can explain.

You guys, it's Owen.

We all know him, and most of us like him.

I'm sure he has a perfectly good explanation.

No, yeah, I'm sure he does.

Owen, none of us want to believe that you blew up the ship.

So just, you know, tell us where you were.

I don't...

really think that's relevant.

Uh, feels pretty Goddamn relevant.

Okay. Fine.

Uh, I was with Florence at the wedding.

And then we went out into the hallway...

And as you may well be aware, Todd and Jess served

pretty much exclusively champagne and creamed corn...

Wow.

Yeah.

Um...

Should we go back up there?

Yeah, yeah. I'll be right behind you.

- Okay. - Okay.

- Don't take too long. - Okay.

Eeeeeew!

Eeeeeeeew!

- You? - Yeah.

- In your... - Yes.

Right after we kissed.

This is why I didn't want to talk about this.

Okay, is everybody satisfied?

Well, if you are telling the truth,

then you won't mind if we go down to your room, right?

Kind of look around for evidence.

Okay, fine, you guys want to come look around, be my guest.

But I think you will find...

that there's nothing to see here.

Oh, no.

I swear, I have no idea how these got here.

Wait a minute.

How many grenades does it take to blow up a cruise ship engine?

One.

Ha. There's one grenade missing.

Okay, well, there you go right there.

Do you guys honestly think that I went

and blew up the engine room

and the left a bandolier of grenades on my bed?

What's a bandolier?

That's kind of a weird word to know, huh?

Yeah, totally.

It's the thing they're in. It's the sash.

Seems to me you know an awful lot about grenades.

Okay, so because I know big words, I must be guilty.

Guilty...

and precocious.

Do you mean pretentious?

- (BLEEP) you, nerd! - Hey, relax.

You're lucky I don't fight on a full stomach,

- 'cause I ate a lot of creamed corn. - Babe, would you just relax?

- Hey, Pack? - Yeah.

- What's that over there? - Where?

Just right there, under the pillow.

Under the sheet, really. Right there, that...

Yeah, what, is that a book there or something?

Oh, this is a... I think this is a journal or something.

A journal. Owen's journal?

Let me see that. Guys!

Pack just found Owen's journal.

- What? - You keep a journal?

No, I don't keep a journal.

Oh, my God.

What, what? What is it?

It's an entry...

from last night.

You know... when the engine exploded.

- Oh, my God! - Oh!

Guys, this is insane!

"Dear journal, tonight is the night.