Model House (2024) Movie Script
1
Mm.
Mm. These are so good fresh.
You should've come with.
Don't worry.
Bestie of the year,
hooked it up.
Okay. No, no, no, no.
I did not just spend 4.95
on some gluten-free fried dough
for it to go to waste because
you decided to
do keto this week.
Exactly.
Indulge yourself.
And for the record,
I think you look stunning
just the way you are.
Bella,
can we get a selfie with you?
Yeah.
Of course, babes.
Hang on, Syd.
Let's go, girls.
Cute shoes.
Thanks.
Sorry, Syd, yeah.
Oh, don't forget to tag me.
So you're the replacement, huh?
Yeah. Zoe.
-Nadia.
-Yeah, I know who you are.
Cool.
I'm glad you could
join us on such short notice.
You must be pretty stoked.
Oh, I am.
I just...I just kinda wish it
was under better circumstances.
You know?
Yeah.
I guess you should be happy,
but not, like, too happy.
Did you know her?
We were friends,
and we worked together a bunch,
but, uh, Sydney and Bella,
they were roommates.
Come on, Sydney.
Give me something else.
What the fuck?
She was on the phone
with her when, you know.
Is this your first
swim campaign?
Is it really that obvious?
No.
Well, maybe.
This is my first modeling job.
Whoa.
This is a really good first gig.
And you get to
stay in the model house.
Yeah.
I'm excited about that.
Same. I just broke up
with my boyfriend,
but we still live together,
so I'll take any opportunity
to get away for the night.
Nadia, you ready?
Yeah.
Am I good?
Mm-hm, you look exquisite.
- Good luck today.
- Mm-hm.
Exquisite. Really?
You're killing it today,
Sydney.
Thanks, Nadia.
Nadia, Nadia.
You both are doing
really good today.
Yeah.
Yes, let's go.
Let's go, Zoe.
I love it.
Perfect. Perfect.
All right, yeah,
keep your hands up.
So good. So good.
You're a natural.
-Love.
-Yes, babe.
- Mm. Love.
- Oh!
- And this one?
- Love it.
Have
you see that?
And that one?
- Oh, yeah!
- Oh, my gosh, I love it.
-You're a genius.
-I know.
Spaced out. Good, good.
Uh, Zoe. I need you front and
center for this. Come on.
Did he say front and center?
Yep.
Hello?
Hey.
It's Zoe.
Ladies?
I'm back from the hospital.
Yo. Switch with me.
Hey. Sorry, what?
I'm the oldest,
so I get the biggest room.
Model house seniority.
You take it.
No. This is fine.
Please.
You couldn't even get up
there if you wanted to, woman.
My brother and I used to
share a room until is was 14,
and we'd fight over
who got the top bunk.
Well, you would win, so.
How bad is it?
Grade one sprain.
So basically, not that bad.
Surprised
they didn't send you home.
Yeah, well, I'm contracted
for the two days, so.
Well, guess they could still use
that pretty face for close-ups.
Go. The other room's
down the hall.
It's just a right and a left.
Okay.
Oh. Hold on, babe.
What's this?
It's a top this brand sent me,
but I already had one.
Thanks.
I'll go try it on right now.
Okay.
This is not me at all.
Whoa. Can we talk about
how hot you look in this?
Do you think?
Yes, it fits you perfectly.
Give me your phone.
Okay.
Oh, my god.
Are we done?
Oh, um, you're getting a call.
Oh.
Yeah.
-You better post that.
-Yeah, I'll do it later.
Okay, come on.
Everyone's worried about you.
Dude.
You gotta wear
this thing for two weeks?
Give or take.
Could be less if
starts to feel better.
Still cute, though.
Pshh.
Yo.
What's your Insta, again?
It's pr0t0z0e.
Oh, it's zeros instead of ohs.
Proto-what?
It's a play on protozoa.
Uh, bam.
Right.
Is this you?
Barely 10K and
not even verified.
She's just starting out.
You're fine.
Following.
Follow back, please.
Wow.
You both have so
many more followers than me.
Thanks.
Yeah, you gotta
show some more skin.
I think you're
literally wearing, like,
three layers
in every one of your pictures.
It's cold back home.
Where's that?
Chicago.
I live in New York,
and even when
it's snowing outside,
I still let Kendall
and Kylie out to play!
With heavily armed front legs,
the female praying mantis is
a particularly dangerous mate.
No way.
Not the vintage Polaroid.
I'll be using this.
Ooh, I want in.
Ooh, do it for the gram.
Gimme, gimme, gimme.
Praying mantis...
Hm.
It's not what I was
expecting for a late night sext,
but I won't judge.
No,
someone just sent me this.
Someone?
A boy.
Who's been messaging me.
Mm.
You've heard of, uh,
playing possum, right?
Yeah.
Okay, so, supposedly, praying
mantis males play dead too.
But after mating to avoid
being eaten by the female.
First they bite of their heads
and then devour the rest
of the body for nourishment.
Kind of a weird video to send
to a girl you're hitting on,
don't you think?
Yeah, totally.
Hello, ladies.
I know that look.
Somebody has
you dicked down, for real.
- No.
- Guys!
Check these out.
No, put that down.
She was just about
to show us her mans.
He's...he's not my mans.
Uh-huh.
He's sexier than
some of the girls I date.
Let me see that.
How long have
y'all been bangin'?
We're--we're not.
He literally just DMed me.
Yeah, don't do that.
Do what?
Respond to thirsties on DMs.
Models don't respond to DMs.
True.
Give me that.
All right, guys.
Let Zoe talk to
whoever she wants to.
Whatever.
Hm.
You okay?
Yeah.
It's nothing.
Hey. Nadia.
Oh, shit. It's Steven.
Ooh, it's about to be
a real life rom-com.
Huh?
Steven was in one of those
made for TV romance movies.
Fucking LA.
Does everyone act?
- Who's Steven?
- My ex.
Anyone going to get that?
I don't think he's leaving.
You better go outside
before he breaks the window.
See. This is exactly why
I don't fuck with penis.
I've never had these problems.
Not with my king.
This place is rad.
What the hell
are you doing here?
Geeze. No, "Hi, hello,"
maybe a, "Baby, I missed you."
Why are you here?
Well, you ignored my texts.
I got concerned.
I didn't know you weren't
coming home tonight, boo bear.
You know I don't like
it when you call me that.
We may still live together,
but we're not together,
so I don't have to
tell you everything.
No. BT-dubs,
you look amazing AF.
"BT-dubs"?
-Yes.
-"AF"?
-That's right.
-Seriously?
You've only been here
for 30 seconds
and are already annoying me.
Ah, 45 seconds.
Okay, I'm kidding.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Okay? I'm sorry.
But I meant what I said.
You look amazing.
And--and did you get a haircut?
I got a trim.
- You never notice.
- Oh, I notice.
I always notice you.
New haircut, meet
the new and improved Steven.
Um, is that Bad Bunny?
Okay, papi.
Hi.
Look.
We can talk when I get home.
Right now, you can't be here.
How'd you know where to find me?
Uh, we share
our locations with each other.
Remember?
Please let me come inside,
just for one second.
-I'll talk to you for--
-Absolutely not.
- Oh, my god.
- Whoo!
- Oh, my god.
Look.
Our only rule here is no guests,
especially guys.
You're gonna get me fired.
I'm sorry.
I've been
a really bad boyfriend.
I admit that.
But I'm prepared to fix it.
And I'll start by not liking
other girls' pics on the gram.
This isn't about that at all.
Trust me.
I've thought of every way
we can make things work.
But my energy's
not there right now.
Can you not comprehend that?
Nadia, please.
Dammit!
This is the new
and improved Steven?
I'm trying.
We're like,
100 miles from West Hollywood.
You're absolutely crazy
for coming out here.
You're right, I am.
I'm crazy about you.
Steven.
You need to go.
Like now.
Okay.
You know what? It's fine.
And you hair looks the same
as it always does.
Like a big bowl of spaghetti.
God.
Fuck both of you.
- Really, Zoe?
- Sorry.
No, it's my fault.
I've been ignoring him all day.
Stalker much?
No, he's not.
We were together for five years,
I'm just over it.
Uh-huh.
You're better off
without him, anyway.
Men are dogs, all of them.
Yes, they are.
Uh, excuse me.
Excuse me, excuse me.
So, are we leaving our tops on?
What are we doing?
Yes.
Yes, yes.
Oh, there she is.
You getting in with that thing?
It comes off.
Babe, there is a jet
right there waiting for you.
That's the spot.
You're welcome.
Carla.
Truth or dare?
Really?
What is this? Middle school?
You're never too old
to play Truth or Dare.
True.
Okay. Dare.
I dare you and
Trudy to make out.
Down!
Hey, don't you touch me,
cabrona.
Come on, Carla.
It's the rules.
I said, no.
I have a boyfriend.
Respect that.
Okay. Okay.
What about on the cheek?
Hurry up.
- Yes!
- Ay!
- You're disgusting!
- Yes!
Thank you.
And for the record,
that was non-consensual.
Bitch, you loved it.
Should I tag you both?
-Yeah.
-Don't you dare post that.
My boyfriend's
going to propose soon.
I can't be caught
cheating on him.
Don't post that.
Whatever.
Okay, Carla.
Where are you going?
You're supposed to go next.
Forget her.
Nadia, you just go.
Mm, okay, Zoe.
Truth or dare?
Truth?
Hm.
Ew.
Hm.
Mm-kay. I got it.
Who's Do Not Answer?
I saw they called earlier.
Is that an ex?
No.
It's my dad.
I don't talk to him.
Well, how come?
It's okay, Zoe.
You don't have to answer that.
He's an alcoholic.
He'd come home drunk,
and they would argue.
And I'd just run into my room
and close the door.
Because if
I couldn't hear or see them,
maybe I could pretend
that we were normal.
I was 15 when he broke her nose.
Smack!
A backhand to her face.
And when the ambulance came,
my mom told the paramedics
she'd fallen down the stairs.
At the time,
I didn't want anything
to happen to my dad either,
so I backed her story.
But a few days later,
they came and arrested him.
For some reason
she changed her mind.
We moved away,
and I haven't seen him since.
Is she okay?
Yeah.
She's great, actually.
She ended up marrying
her divorce lawyer.
So, I don't know,
maybe everything was
supposed to happen this way.
And Gary's
basically become my dad.
He's been paying
for me to go to college.
Okay.
Why do you all look like Miami
Swim Week just got canceled?
This is for you.
Thanks, Carla.
For you.
Thank you, bae.
Not your bae.
Okay. Agree to disagree.
And last but not least--
Sure, I'll just get my own.
Ugh, after that story,
I'll need two of these.
These look so good,
Carla.
Is there alcohol in this?
Of course. It's a margarita.
I'm actually not 21 yet.
Well, I'm from Puerto Rico,
and you only
have to be 18 there.
So drink up, mama.
Ah, ah, ah, wait.
Before anyone takes a sip,
we first have to take a pic.
-Yes.
-So I can get paid.
-Perfecto!
-Hey.
Oh, girl, I look crazy in that.
Can I repost it?
Of course.
Salud.
-Yes, bitches.
-Whoo!
Zoe, what are you doing?
Nothing. Nothing.
Get it away!
-Please!
-Shit. Oh, shit!
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Don't, don't, don't, don't.
It's just a harmless
daddy long legs.
Ew!
Ew, ew, ew!
That's disgusting!
Hey.
Sorry for bringing that up
with your dad and all.
No, it's--it's--it's fine.
He calls me
when he's been drinking
and tries to
apologize for everything.
I just stopped answering.
Um, so listen,
I didn't wanna say anything
in front of the girls.
But that guy that DMed you?
Yeah.
Uh, that's
the same guy, isn't it?
I see him everywhere.
His name's not Clyde, it's Zack.
I think you're being catfished.
No.
I don't think so.
Either way, I mean,
you're about to be a big model.
It comes with the territory.
Might as well get used to it.
You really think that?
That I'll be big?
You're here,
aren't you?
And the whole mixed
thing is so hot right now.
But regardless of
what may or may not be in,
I do think you'll be
around long enough
to get first dibs
on your room in a model house.
Thanks, Nadia.
Now, come on.
Let's go get you
some more content.
Okay. Yeah.
Gimme a second.
Zoe, are you coming?
Mm-hm.
-Oh, my god!
-God!
Trudy, your hair!
-Send that to me.
-I'll get it.
Oh! That is so funny.
Hi.
Yeah.
Uh, listen.
I live in the white house
down the street.
You know, the badass
one with the two lions?
Okay?
And unlike others
in this neighborhood,
we live here full time.
Okay?
I know you've probably
rented this house for the night.
I get it. It's cool.
But maybe you could just be
a little bit more considerate.
You know, turn the music down.
That'd be great.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
-We were just work--
-Is there a problem here?
Wow.
Uh.
What is...what is this?
Is this like a...
a bachelorette or?
No.
Just me and my
model girlfriends hanging out.
He lives around here
and was just complaining
that our music is too loud.
Really?
Is that true, handsome?
Uh.
Mm-hm.
No.
I mean, I wasn't,
I wasn't complaining.
I just...
You know what? Forget it.
I'll just, I'll shut my windows.
You know?
I won't hear a thing.
Okay?
Um, but you know what?
Maybe just to be safe,
I don't really wanna
have to go back and forth.
Maybe I should get your number.
You know what I mean?
Zoe. Writing utensil.
Mm.
That way I can just text you,
you know,
if I hear anything else.
Okay. Bye bye, now.
Mm. Right.
Okay. I'll text you.
Okay.
Did you really
give him your number?
I thought you were a lesbian.
I am.
Oh, yeah.
Has anyone seen my jump-rope?
If you're gonna
take it out of my suitcase,
at least put
it back where you found it.
BenDover69, don't be a troll.
You know you have to
pay extra for that.
Where is it?
What?
My jump rope.
You workout?
It's not in here.
Your man is cool
with you doing that?
He doesn't pay my rent.
Is there anything else?
Hey!
What are you guys up to?
Leaving, before
I drop a skinny hoe.
What's that gorda's problem?
I'm so, so, glad
I don't have to whore myself out
for followers like
some people in this house.
But I won't say who.
Carla.
What was that about?
And please, don't tell me
you guys are fighting
over something stupid
like follower counts.
She's just an entitled bitch
who thinks she's hot shit
with pinched little waist
and perfectly toned ass.
What's wrong?
Maybe just once,
once, I could feel like
a photographer is happy to
see me, build a shoot around me.
Not just treat me
like the token curve model
thrown in the mix
to be inclusive.
I try to be confident,
but it's girls like that
that make me feel this way,
like I don't even deserve
to be on a shoot with them,
or even considered a model.
Bella...
Bella not once ever looked at me
as if I were
any different than her.
Look.
I know you're
going through it right now,
but you have got
to be a team player,
even if you don't like
some of your teammates.
You know, Bella would've
told you the exact same thing.
Here.
I think this might help.
I, I stopped smoking.
Hm.
What was that thing
Bella used to always say?
Indulge yourself.
Mm. That's right.
Indulge yourself, sis.
Are you good?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
Yeah. Hm?
Oh, no, no, no.
That's not for me.
That's for you.
I have a beauty routine to do
before tomorrow's call time.
See you inside?
Yeah.
Great.
Now who's man is here?
Who even
drives something like that?
Okay. This car is sus.
No. Syd, relax.
It's completely normal.
No, no, no, no,
no, no, no more for me.
I'm too tired for this shit.
- Shh! Shh!
- Get the fuck off me!
Shut the fuck up.
Let go of me!
- Stop!
- Come on!
Ugh, we're gonna
need some more toilet paper,
'cause I just
took a mean, old--Shit!
No.
Give me your fucking phone.
Shut the fuck and
give me your fucking phone.
Give me your phone.
Give me your fucking phone.
What--what do you want from us?
Shut the fuck up.
Did I ask you to talk, huh?
Didn't fucking think so.
And two, three, four.
Five.
Shh, shh, shh, shh.
Find her.
Go. Fucking find her.
Get down, now.
Now. Down.
You fucking
think this is funny, huh?
No.
Shut up.
Shit.
She's in here!
Don't move.
Let's get the hell out of here.
-Hey!
-What the fuck, Trudy?
Think about what they'll do
to Nadia if they see us gone.
This happens all
the time back home.
What's up, buttercup?
Go.
Fuck.
She's not going anywhere.
Are you okay?
How much money
did you ask him for, huh?
Shut up!
He won't give it to you.
Don't think they're
after your boyfriend's money.
Maybe this isn't
about you, for once.
No.
No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no.
Shut the fuck up!
Anyone else?
We're not gonna hurt you.
Okay? Huh?
And there's no fucking ransom.
This isn't a kidnapping.
So you're probably
now wondering who we are
and what we want.
The who doesn't matter.
You don't know us,
and it's probably in your best
interest to keep it that way.
Now the want, well,
the short answer
is nothing from you.
Yes, this is a break-in,
a home invasion,
whatever
the fuck you wanna call it.
But you're not getting robbed.
Your followers are.
Our followers?
Oh, yeah, honey. Your followers.
We're gonna post a donation
link to your social media pages
that'll be connected directly
to an untraceable
offshore account.
And once we collect the small
sum of one million dollars,
this'll all be over.
You can go on living
your pretty little lives.
And you'll never see us again.
Shut up!
What are you doing?
First,
I'm turning your passcode off.
Second, I'm finding a photo.
Third, I'm coming up
with the perfect caption.
"Please donate to the
Bella Baylor Family Foundation."
You're fucking sick.
Leave her out of it.
Shut up!
Link in bio.
You can play, too.
Eeny, meeny,
miny, moe, maybe you?
-You? You?
-No.
-Huh?
-No.
-No?
-No.
Is it you? Huh?
Open your fucking eyes!
Open your fucking eyes!
You--you're not gonna find
the kind of
photo you're looking for.
No?
What about that?
Aw, there you are.
Look.
Ay!
Fucking pendeja!
Thank you.
A hundred photos
of the same pose.
Really?
All right, last but not least...
Passcode.
Don't fuck with me!
- Zero!
- Uh-huh?
Zero, zero, zero.
Really?
Thank you.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
Time for the main event.
You already have our phones.
Just take whatever else
you want and get out of here.
Shit, you were right.
Their followers will do
anything for these bitches.
Is it working?
Five racks in, and we've
only been live a few minutes.
Look how many
likes we're getting.
She.
What?
You--you said we.
But it's her
that getting those likes.
Yeah, I know.
Here, silence them.
Thank you.
I had my doubts,
but I, I, I think this
is really gonna work.
Yeah, I told you.
I know they say not to,
like, spend your money
before you have it,
but fuck that.
I'm getting an old school,
Chevy or Lincoln,
two tone candy paint job,
white leather seats.
Something from the '70s, with
22 inch chrome rims, of course.
That'll be fly as shit.
You've been watching
way too many rap music videos.
And hydraulics,
'cause we bouncin', girl.
Bouncin'.
Focus.
Bouncin'.
What are we gonna do?
Nothing.
We wait it out.
They already said
they're not gonna hurt us.
It could take days for them
to raise that kind of money.
We won't be here for days.
We're getting
picked up in the morning.
We have a six AM call time.
Close your eyes,
unless you're driving.
I can't believe Nadia
didn't even mention this to me.
I mean, she always asks me
to support her charities.
Chillax, brother.
The new Steven keeps his cool.
Let's do that again.
Yes.
Take a deep breath in.
Donate anonymously.
I never swear.
Nope.
Steven James, 100 dollars.
I'm going.
Eff off! Okay?
Going. I am going.
Swearing
is for people with no...
Our poor followers.
Donating, thinking
they're doing something good.
Trudy.
Do you think
it could be the neighbor?
That creep?
You were so nice to him.
You gave him your number.
Yeah, about that.
What are you guys talking about?
A neighbor that complained
about the music earlier.
-You think it could be him?
-No.
We've been
posting here all night.
It's probably just a crazed fan.
But how would
they know where the house is?
Is something wrong?
No.
Everything's synced,
links are active.
We still have service.
What's up?
It's been two hours.
We should have more than that.
Chill.
No, we need to do something,
to get the money in faster.
We've barely cracked 40 grand.
God.
How does she get so many likes?
It's just a photo of her face.
Like the one before it
and the one before that.
It's 'cause she's mad hot.
Look at this.
Yeah, what about it?
See how many views it has?
Damn.
10 million?
All right, ladies, ladies.
All right, you wanna
help out you and your friends?
Huh?
She's not my friend.
We're gonna go live.
The more they give,
the more you take all off.
No?
Okay.
Looks like
you're in for a long night.
I'll do it.
What are you doing?
I want this to be over.
You?
Back when I was
trying to get more followers,
I would make
twerk videos for attention.
I can do it.
All right.
Don't be dumb.
Oh, guys, we're fucked.
This got her followers?
Wow.
Oh my god.
Stop.
How was that?
A couple grand is not enough.
Put your clothes back on.
I'll do it.
She's trying to say something.
Stop.
I'll fucking do it.
Oh, wha-wha-what was that?
I can't hear you.
You wanna do it?
-You wanna give it a go?
-Mm-hm.
All right.
Miss 10 million views.
Get, get up,
get up, get up, let's go.
Go, go, go, go, go, go.
Let the pro do it.
Go see how we do.
And we're live.
my loves.
I need you to
donate to this charity.
The more generous you are,
the more generous I'll be.
Help! Call the police!
We're being held hostage!
Bitch, I never went live.
No!
No!
Help us!
We need help!
Carla!
Carla!
Is she dead?
They killed her!
They fucking killed her!
Look what you've done!
Fuck!
What were you thinking?
Well, you saw what she did.
What was I supposed to do?
We just--we just went from
making a few helpless
models' followers send us money
to now...
being guilty of a felony murder.
You think she's really dead?
I'm pretty fucking sure!
Fuck!
Fuck, fuck,
fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Listen, I-I-I'm done.
-I'm out.
-But no, no, no, no, no.
-You said no one would get hurt.
-Hey, hey.
It's gonna be okay.
All right?
No.
-We're leaving now.
-Hey.
-No, calm d--
-We gotta--
Hey, look at me.
Calm down. Okay?
We're about to be paid.
We're gonna travel the world
in matching Gucci sweatsuits.
We're gonna stay in one of those
floating huts in the Maldives.
Don't forget
about your 22 inch rims.
You still want those, right?
Yeah.
What was that?
Of course I do.
But we're not gonna make close
to the amount of money
that we thought we were.
Okay, let's just
take this little fucking win
and walk outta here,
richer than when we walked in.
No.
No?
The other side of the world
is just waking up.
Let's just stay an hour,
just one, and then we can go.
One hour.
Yeah, I promise.
Look.
"Are you okay?"
"What happened to your live?"
"Please come back"?
There's hundreds of them.
Can we post something,
put their minds at ease?
Good idea.
Hurry. Hurry, hurry.
How's this for a caption?
"Sorry, the live stream cut out.
The service here is no bueno"?
Sure.
Who the fuck is that?
Up! Get, get up!
Get the fuck up.
Come on.
Hm. Very nice.
Shit.
Unlike, unlike. Dude.
Can I help you?
I'm here to see Nadia.
Nadia?
Yeah. I'm Steven, her boyfriend.
Nice to meet you, bro.
You seeing one
of the models, too?
No.
All right.
Uh, will you just
grab Nadia real quick?
-I wanna talk to her.
-She isn't here.
I think you got
the wrong house, maybe.
Okay.
This is funny.
It's funny, I like it.
Um, she tell you
not to let me in?
No.
Like I said, she isn't here.
It's time for you to go.
Okay.
Sorry to bother you.
No guys in the house, huh?
Go home, my guy.
Hey, you've reached Nadia.
I'm either on a shoot,
at a casting, or on a plane.
So leave a message,
and if I like you,
I'll get back to you.
Bye.
Nadia, hey.
Uh, I don't like
how we left things off,
so I, I just came back
by to say that I'm sorry.
But this really weird dude
answered the door,
and I remember you said
that there were no guys allowed.
So, you know,
I just wanted to make sure
that everything was okay.
Um, anyhoo.
I will be in my car
for 30 or so,
if you wanna come out and talk.
Okay. I love you.
Um, bye.
No, that's...too desperate.
Go home.
Please, go home.
Okay, just one big
mother truckin' party.
Okay.
What in the?
Oh, my god.
Bro.
I thought I told you to leave.
What is going on, huh?
Huh?
- Keep moving. Walk.
- I'm going, my dude.
Nadia, are you all right?
Mm-hm.
Okay.
I'm gonna get
you all outta here.
Put your weapon down.
If you shoot her,
I will shoot him.
I swear to god
I'm gonna kill him.
What are you waiting for?
Don't make me ask you again.
I have day-played many a cop,
and I know my way around a gun.
Okay, good. Good, good.
Right there.
Yeah, that. One more step.
One more, stop right there.
Very good.
Go back.
Okay, good.
Take the tape off, untie them.
Steven.
Pooh Bear.
It's okay, I love you.
I love you so much.
You're gonna be okay.
What are you doing?
I'm just
reaching into my pocket,
to get something
to cut the zip ties.
Okay, well, well, hurry up!
Start with her first.
Her, my girlfriend.
Okay.
Oh, fuck!
Steven!
No!
Steven! Steven!
No! Steven!
Oh, yeah, did I hit you?
Dude, my fucking ear.
Steven!
Steven!
What have you done?
Let me go, and
I won't say a word about this.
Don't come any closer. Don't.
Who the fuck do
you think you are, huh?
Hey, man.
You're getting
blood on the floor.
Clean yourself up.
Go! Go!
You just had to
go and text him, huh?
He's just here
to clean up after us.
If it wasn't for him, lover boy
would've taken you out.
We'd both be
in the backseat of a cruiser.
Well, the stupid
fuck didn't have to
come in all bang bang.
You don't think
anyone heard those shots?
No.
The cops
would've been here by now.
That's comforting.
Will you sit fucking still?
You gonna let me
help you or not?
Yeah.
Look.
We have 50 thousand
untraceable dollars.
Okay?
What isn't
untraceable is our DNA
that's now inside that house.
Now you watch out what
you say about Flip, all right?
That's my brother.
Foster brother.
Just run over there and grab it.
Run.
With that thing on her leg?
At least her legs are free.
Yeah, I don't--
I don't know, Trudy.
What is she supposed to
do with it when she gets it?
Shoot him?
Yes.
I've never held a gun,
let alone shot one.
It's easy.
You just point
and pull the trigger.
Look. He's gone.
Now would be the time to do it.
Come on, Zoe.
Almost there.
She got it.
Come on. Come on.
Come on, Zoe.
Come on, let's go.
- No, no, stop.
- No, no.
Stop! What are you
doing? Don't touch her!
Get away! Get away!
Shut up! Shut up!
-Open your mouth.
-No, please.
-No, please. No, please.
-Open.
That's Carla's blood.
Just chill.
Hey. Hey.
You're gonna be all right.
Please! Please!
-Help!
-The fuck is he doing?
Do something!
Please!
Stop him!
If only you hadn't seen my face.
What's going on?
Please help us!
Help her! She's choking!
Stop him.
You need to chill out.
You need to chill out.
You need to chill out.
Chill, chill,
chill, chill, chill.
What the fuck?
Chill.
That's enough, yo.
Hey, babe.
Babe, babe, babe.
Babe.
No, no. Leave it.
You need to breathe.
You need to breathe.
Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
Shh.
Shit. We need to get you help.
- We'll get you some help.
- I'm fine.
Just get my money.
I'm fine.
This is all your fucking fault.
I find it ironic
that the followers
we seem to spend so
much of our lives caring about
are also the reason
we're even in this mess.
And now it doesn't even matter,
because that maniac
is gonna kill us.
Don't say that, Trudy.
We've seen all their faces.
They aren't
gonna just let that go.
Pussy whip, come here.
Be in there, wait for me.
- I gotta talk to you.
- Okay.
Let me see.
You're watching them, right?
Yeah.
Yeah?
Yes.
They may be tied up,
but you still
need to pay attention.
We all have to
meet our end some day.
But not this way, and not today.
We just let these idiots
walk through that front door,
take our phones,
and kill our friends.
We've been fucked with
long enough.
Zoe's right.
Look.
She's not even paying attention.
If we all get up
at the same time,
and suck our stomachs in,
the rope should
just drop to the floor.
Smart. Let's do it.
Okay.
Ready?
Go.
It's not working.
It's too tight.
Wait.
Wait, I have an idea.
There's a lighter in my pocket.
Can one of you guys reach it?
I can. I can.
Yes.
- Got it?
- Yeah.
Hey.
I'm gonna let you putting your
hands on the girl here slide.
It's only because my sister
likes you so much.
Capiche?
Let me ask you something.
Uh-huh.
Why didn't
you cover up your face?
Any one of them can ID you now.
Real fucking careless,
if you ask me.
Yeah.
And uh, where did,
uh, wearing mask get you?
Man, don't worry.
It's not gonna matter anyways.
-Ow.
-Hurry, hurry.
Trudy.
Come on, Trudy.
Hurry, Trudy.
You know, pussy whip,
if you were planning on one day
marrying my sister--
- Foster sister.
- Whatever.
You gotta ask for
the family blessing.
And since
I'm the only family she's got,
well, that means
you gotta ask me.
But I'm not
gonna give it to you.
What's your problem
with me, huh?
Brothers are always
gonna have a problem
with their sisters' boyfriends.
Well, I got a problem with you.
And it's that
I don't fucking trust you.
I know you shooting me
was no accident.
Okay.
Okay?
Yeah.
So, look.
Usually, when I do this,
I like to start at the feet.
So if they come back from
the dead, they can't run away.
You feel me?
Here.
You want that blessing?
No.
I ain't trying to
be a part of this.
Nah, nah, "I'm not
trying to be part of this"?
You--
She was right.
What?
Annie said she didn't
think you had it in you
to do any of this.
She didn't say that.
Well, if she thought
you had the gonads for it,
what am I doing here?
Uh-huh.
Oh, bro, stop, stop.
Fuck, pussy whip.
I'm fucking with you,
pussy whip.
Fuck, man! You're fucked up!
Your face, right.
They only do this
shit in the movies, man.
I don't--
It's real fucking funny.
What are we gonna do, then?
I got it, man.
Hey, bad guys.
Oh.
Hey, yoo-hoo, bad guys.
Hey, can one of you come here
-for a second, please?
-Babysit.
Can I talk to you?
Um, excuse me.
Bad guy?
I really need to
use the bathroom.
You can piss
right where you are.
It's number two, sir.
Well, then hold it.
I really can't hold it.
It would be completely inhumane
to keep me here tied up,
sitting in my own shit.
Annie! Annie, wake up!
Shoot those cock suckers!
What are you doing?
You're wasting 'em, shoot 'em.
Give me the gun.
Hey, hey, hey!
What are you doing?
Run, Zoe!
Get help!
-Zoe! Run!
-Shut up!
Hey, shut up, shut up.
Listen. If she gets away,
we go to jail for life.
Shoot that bitch.
Stop!
I don't wanna shoot you.
Come back.
Shit.
I knew she used it.
Come on.
I know you're in here.
Come on.
Skid mark.
Huh, where you at?
Nadia, duck!
Suck on a fucker,
you fucking shit!
Doesn't feel good not being
able to breathe, now, does it?
Come on.
Hurry. Come on.
Come on, come on.
Come on, please.
Come on, come on.
Help! Help!
Come on.
Hoe.
Babe. Hey, babe. Hey, hey.
Hey, hey.
Wake, wake up.
Hey!
Okay, okay.
Oh, okay, stop. Stop.
Help! Please!
Please.
Please.
Help.
All right.
You wanna try this again?
Okay.
Put the gun down on the table.
Now.
All right.
Take it easy. You're in control.
Hey. Hey, hey.
Huh?
Take it easy.
You're in control.
Everyone's cool.
This is too easy.
He's bluffing.
I'm bluffing! Oh!
- You got the gun!
- Stay back! Stay back!
What, are you gonna shoot me?
Shoot!
You fucking shot at me?
- Sorry, I'm trying!
- What are you gonna do?
- Again!
- It's empty!
The f--
You pull a gun
on me once, shame on you.
You pull it on me twice...
- Oh, shit!
- Oh, my god!
Hey.
You see where she went?
No.
We gotta go.
Come on, untie me.
Fuck! Oh!
Flip.
Flip.
Get me out of this.
Asshole.
Nadia.
Hey. Hey.
The cops are on their way.
I had to come back.
I just couldn't leave you.
You're okay.
Okay.
You're gonna be okay.
You're okay.
Stay with me, you'll be okay.
What?
What did you say?
Look out.
Hey. Hey.
Here.
I just saved you.
Please let me go.
Please. Please. I was only
a pawn in my girl's game.
What is that even
supposed to mean?
I didn't want any
of you to get hurt.
You tried to shoot me.
Real talk.
She was obsessed with you girls.
Wanted tons of followers.
Wanted to be just like y'all.
She was so hyped
when you talked to her.
And when that link
worked to track your location.
What link?
I don't know,
it was some kind of video.
Video?
What video?
Wait.
Goodguyclyde?
That was her?
Yes!
Yeah, see. I ain't lying.
Now, let me go, please.
Wait. Where is she?
You don't gotta do that.
She--she's already dead.
Tell me!
She's in the hallway.
Let me see your hands!
Let me see your hands!
Walk towards me.
Walk toward me.
Keep your hands
were I can see 'em.
Keep coming. Keep coming.
Keep coming.
Okay, guys, let's go.
Keep your hands up.
Keep your hands up.
All right, come with me.
I got her.
Go, go.
Check the house.
Move, move.
Over there, over this way.
Watch my back.
Got him?
Let's go, stay alert.
Over here.
2632 Kevin.
10-15-one-one,
male suspect at 0257 hours.
1039 Pete Furlong.
10-4,
26 on one white male subject.
10-15 at 257 hours.
We have EMS staging.
Have EMS come in.
10-4.
I have six S-seven
one male, five females.
10-4.
Multiple F-zeros
located as well.
10-4.
26 on Zoe?
EMS 23.
EMS advisor,
26 97.
Mm.
Mm. These are so good fresh.
You should've come with.
Don't worry.
Bestie of the year,
hooked it up.
Okay. No, no, no, no.
I did not just spend 4.95
on some gluten-free fried dough
for it to go to waste because
you decided to
do keto this week.
Exactly.
Indulge yourself.
And for the record,
I think you look stunning
just the way you are.
Bella,
can we get a selfie with you?
Yeah.
Of course, babes.
Hang on, Syd.
Let's go, girls.
Cute shoes.
Thanks.
Sorry, Syd, yeah.
Oh, don't forget to tag me.
So you're the replacement, huh?
Yeah. Zoe.
-Nadia.
-Yeah, I know who you are.
Cool.
I'm glad you could
join us on such short notice.
You must be pretty stoked.
Oh, I am.
I just...I just kinda wish it
was under better circumstances.
You know?
Yeah.
I guess you should be happy,
but not, like, too happy.
Did you know her?
We were friends,
and we worked together a bunch,
but, uh, Sydney and Bella,
they were roommates.
Come on, Sydney.
Give me something else.
What the fuck?
She was on the phone
with her when, you know.
Is this your first
swim campaign?
Is it really that obvious?
No.
Well, maybe.
This is my first modeling job.
Whoa.
This is a really good first gig.
And you get to
stay in the model house.
Yeah.
I'm excited about that.
Same. I just broke up
with my boyfriend,
but we still live together,
so I'll take any opportunity
to get away for the night.
Nadia, you ready?
Yeah.
Am I good?
Mm-hm, you look exquisite.
- Good luck today.
- Mm-hm.
Exquisite. Really?
You're killing it today,
Sydney.
Thanks, Nadia.
Nadia, Nadia.
You both are doing
really good today.
Yeah.
Yes, let's go.
Let's go, Zoe.
I love it.
Perfect. Perfect.
All right, yeah,
keep your hands up.
So good. So good.
You're a natural.
-Love.
-Yes, babe.
- Mm. Love.
- Oh!
- And this one?
- Love it.
Have
you see that?
And that one?
- Oh, yeah!
- Oh, my gosh, I love it.
-You're a genius.
-I know.
Spaced out. Good, good.
Uh, Zoe. I need you front and
center for this. Come on.
Did he say front and center?
Yep.
Hello?
Hey.
It's Zoe.
Ladies?
I'm back from the hospital.
Yo. Switch with me.
Hey. Sorry, what?
I'm the oldest,
so I get the biggest room.
Model house seniority.
You take it.
No. This is fine.
Please.
You couldn't even get up
there if you wanted to, woman.
My brother and I used to
share a room until is was 14,
and we'd fight over
who got the top bunk.
Well, you would win, so.
How bad is it?
Grade one sprain.
So basically, not that bad.
Surprised
they didn't send you home.
Yeah, well, I'm contracted
for the two days, so.
Well, guess they could still use
that pretty face for close-ups.
Go. The other room's
down the hall.
It's just a right and a left.
Okay.
Oh. Hold on, babe.
What's this?
It's a top this brand sent me,
but I already had one.
Thanks.
I'll go try it on right now.
Okay.
This is not me at all.
Whoa. Can we talk about
how hot you look in this?
Do you think?
Yes, it fits you perfectly.
Give me your phone.
Okay.
Oh, my god.
Are we done?
Oh, um, you're getting a call.
Oh.
Yeah.
-You better post that.
-Yeah, I'll do it later.
Okay, come on.
Everyone's worried about you.
Dude.
You gotta wear
this thing for two weeks?
Give or take.
Could be less if
starts to feel better.
Still cute, though.
Pshh.
Yo.
What's your Insta, again?
It's pr0t0z0e.
Oh, it's zeros instead of ohs.
Proto-what?
It's a play on protozoa.
Uh, bam.
Right.
Is this you?
Barely 10K and
not even verified.
She's just starting out.
You're fine.
Following.
Follow back, please.
Wow.
You both have so
many more followers than me.
Thanks.
Yeah, you gotta
show some more skin.
I think you're
literally wearing, like,
three layers
in every one of your pictures.
It's cold back home.
Where's that?
Chicago.
I live in New York,
and even when
it's snowing outside,
I still let Kendall
and Kylie out to play!
With heavily armed front legs,
the female praying mantis is
a particularly dangerous mate.
No way.
Not the vintage Polaroid.
I'll be using this.
Ooh, I want in.
Ooh, do it for the gram.
Gimme, gimme, gimme.
Praying mantis...
Hm.
It's not what I was
expecting for a late night sext,
but I won't judge.
No,
someone just sent me this.
Someone?
A boy.
Who's been messaging me.
Mm.
You've heard of, uh,
playing possum, right?
Yeah.
Okay, so, supposedly, praying
mantis males play dead too.
But after mating to avoid
being eaten by the female.
First they bite of their heads
and then devour the rest
of the body for nourishment.
Kind of a weird video to send
to a girl you're hitting on,
don't you think?
Yeah, totally.
Hello, ladies.
I know that look.
Somebody has
you dicked down, for real.
- No.
- Guys!
Check these out.
No, put that down.
She was just about
to show us her mans.
He's...he's not my mans.
Uh-huh.
He's sexier than
some of the girls I date.
Let me see that.
How long have
y'all been bangin'?
We're--we're not.
He literally just DMed me.
Yeah, don't do that.
Do what?
Respond to thirsties on DMs.
Models don't respond to DMs.
True.
Give me that.
All right, guys.
Let Zoe talk to
whoever she wants to.
Whatever.
Hm.
You okay?
Yeah.
It's nothing.
Hey. Nadia.
Oh, shit. It's Steven.
Ooh, it's about to be
a real life rom-com.
Huh?
Steven was in one of those
made for TV romance movies.
Fucking LA.
Does everyone act?
- Who's Steven?
- My ex.
Anyone going to get that?
I don't think he's leaving.
You better go outside
before he breaks the window.
See. This is exactly why
I don't fuck with penis.
I've never had these problems.
Not with my king.
This place is rad.
What the hell
are you doing here?
Geeze. No, "Hi, hello,"
maybe a, "Baby, I missed you."
Why are you here?
Well, you ignored my texts.
I got concerned.
I didn't know you weren't
coming home tonight, boo bear.
You know I don't like
it when you call me that.
We may still live together,
but we're not together,
so I don't have to
tell you everything.
No. BT-dubs,
you look amazing AF.
"BT-dubs"?
-Yes.
-"AF"?
-That's right.
-Seriously?
You've only been here
for 30 seconds
and are already annoying me.
Ah, 45 seconds.
Okay, I'm kidding.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Okay? I'm sorry.
But I meant what I said.
You look amazing.
And--and did you get a haircut?
I got a trim.
- You never notice.
- Oh, I notice.
I always notice you.
New haircut, meet
the new and improved Steven.
Um, is that Bad Bunny?
Okay, papi.
Hi.
Look.
We can talk when I get home.
Right now, you can't be here.
How'd you know where to find me?
Uh, we share
our locations with each other.
Remember?
Please let me come inside,
just for one second.
-I'll talk to you for--
-Absolutely not.
- Oh, my god.
- Whoo!
- Oh, my god.
Look.
Our only rule here is no guests,
especially guys.
You're gonna get me fired.
I'm sorry.
I've been
a really bad boyfriend.
I admit that.
But I'm prepared to fix it.
And I'll start by not liking
other girls' pics on the gram.
This isn't about that at all.
Trust me.
I've thought of every way
we can make things work.
But my energy's
not there right now.
Can you not comprehend that?
Nadia, please.
Dammit!
This is the new
and improved Steven?
I'm trying.
We're like,
100 miles from West Hollywood.
You're absolutely crazy
for coming out here.
You're right, I am.
I'm crazy about you.
Steven.
You need to go.
Like now.
Okay.
You know what? It's fine.
And you hair looks the same
as it always does.
Like a big bowl of spaghetti.
God.
Fuck both of you.
- Really, Zoe?
- Sorry.
No, it's my fault.
I've been ignoring him all day.
Stalker much?
No, he's not.
We were together for five years,
I'm just over it.
Uh-huh.
You're better off
without him, anyway.
Men are dogs, all of them.
Yes, they are.
Uh, excuse me.
Excuse me, excuse me.
So, are we leaving our tops on?
What are we doing?
Yes.
Yes, yes.
Oh, there she is.
You getting in with that thing?
It comes off.
Babe, there is a jet
right there waiting for you.
That's the spot.
You're welcome.
Carla.
Truth or dare?
Really?
What is this? Middle school?
You're never too old
to play Truth or Dare.
True.
Okay. Dare.
I dare you and
Trudy to make out.
Down!
Hey, don't you touch me,
cabrona.
Come on, Carla.
It's the rules.
I said, no.
I have a boyfriend.
Respect that.
Okay. Okay.
What about on the cheek?
Hurry up.
- Yes!
- Ay!
- You're disgusting!
- Yes!
Thank you.
And for the record,
that was non-consensual.
Bitch, you loved it.
Should I tag you both?
-Yeah.
-Don't you dare post that.
My boyfriend's
going to propose soon.
I can't be caught
cheating on him.
Don't post that.
Whatever.
Okay, Carla.
Where are you going?
You're supposed to go next.
Forget her.
Nadia, you just go.
Mm, okay, Zoe.
Truth or dare?
Truth?
Hm.
Ew.
Hm.
Mm-kay. I got it.
Who's Do Not Answer?
I saw they called earlier.
Is that an ex?
No.
It's my dad.
I don't talk to him.
Well, how come?
It's okay, Zoe.
You don't have to answer that.
He's an alcoholic.
He'd come home drunk,
and they would argue.
And I'd just run into my room
and close the door.
Because if
I couldn't hear or see them,
maybe I could pretend
that we were normal.
I was 15 when he broke her nose.
Smack!
A backhand to her face.
And when the ambulance came,
my mom told the paramedics
she'd fallen down the stairs.
At the time,
I didn't want anything
to happen to my dad either,
so I backed her story.
But a few days later,
they came and arrested him.
For some reason
she changed her mind.
We moved away,
and I haven't seen him since.
Is she okay?
Yeah.
She's great, actually.
She ended up marrying
her divorce lawyer.
So, I don't know,
maybe everything was
supposed to happen this way.
And Gary's
basically become my dad.
He's been paying
for me to go to college.
Okay.
Why do you all look like Miami
Swim Week just got canceled?
This is for you.
Thanks, Carla.
For you.
Thank you, bae.
Not your bae.
Okay. Agree to disagree.
And last but not least--
Sure, I'll just get my own.
Ugh, after that story,
I'll need two of these.
These look so good,
Carla.
Is there alcohol in this?
Of course. It's a margarita.
I'm actually not 21 yet.
Well, I'm from Puerto Rico,
and you only
have to be 18 there.
So drink up, mama.
Ah, ah, ah, wait.
Before anyone takes a sip,
we first have to take a pic.
-Yes.
-So I can get paid.
-Perfecto!
-Hey.
Oh, girl, I look crazy in that.
Can I repost it?
Of course.
Salud.
-Yes, bitches.
-Whoo!
Zoe, what are you doing?
Nothing. Nothing.
Get it away!
-Please!
-Shit. Oh, shit!
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Don't, don't, don't, don't.
It's just a harmless
daddy long legs.
Ew!
Ew, ew, ew!
That's disgusting!
Hey.
Sorry for bringing that up
with your dad and all.
No, it's--it's--it's fine.
He calls me
when he's been drinking
and tries to
apologize for everything.
I just stopped answering.
Um, so listen,
I didn't wanna say anything
in front of the girls.
But that guy that DMed you?
Yeah.
Uh, that's
the same guy, isn't it?
I see him everywhere.
His name's not Clyde, it's Zack.
I think you're being catfished.
No.
I don't think so.
Either way, I mean,
you're about to be a big model.
It comes with the territory.
Might as well get used to it.
You really think that?
That I'll be big?
You're here,
aren't you?
And the whole mixed
thing is so hot right now.
But regardless of
what may or may not be in,
I do think you'll be
around long enough
to get first dibs
on your room in a model house.
Thanks, Nadia.
Now, come on.
Let's go get you
some more content.
Okay. Yeah.
Gimme a second.
Zoe, are you coming?
Mm-hm.
-Oh, my god!
-God!
Trudy, your hair!
-Send that to me.
-I'll get it.
Oh! That is so funny.
Hi.
Yeah.
Uh, listen.
I live in the white house
down the street.
You know, the badass
one with the two lions?
Okay?
And unlike others
in this neighborhood,
we live here full time.
Okay?
I know you've probably
rented this house for the night.
I get it. It's cool.
But maybe you could just be
a little bit more considerate.
You know, turn the music down.
That'd be great.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
-We were just work--
-Is there a problem here?
Wow.
Uh.
What is...what is this?
Is this like a...
a bachelorette or?
No.
Just me and my
model girlfriends hanging out.
He lives around here
and was just complaining
that our music is too loud.
Really?
Is that true, handsome?
Uh.
Mm-hm.
No.
I mean, I wasn't,
I wasn't complaining.
I just...
You know what? Forget it.
I'll just, I'll shut my windows.
You know?
I won't hear a thing.
Okay?
Um, but you know what?
Maybe just to be safe,
I don't really wanna
have to go back and forth.
Maybe I should get your number.
You know what I mean?
Zoe. Writing utensil.
Mm.
That way I can just text you,
you know,
if I hear anything else.
Okay. Bye bye, now.
Mm. Right.
Okay. I'll text you.
Okay.
Did you really
give him your number?
I thought you were a lesbian.
I am.
Oh, yeah.
Has anyone seen my jump-rope?
If you're gonna
take it out of my suitcase,
at least put
it back where you found it.
BenDover69, don't be a troll.
You know you have to
pay extra for that.
Where is it?
What?
My jump rope.
You workout?
It's not in here.
Your man is cool
with you doing that?
He doesn't pay my rent.
Is there anything else?
Hey!
What are you guys up to?
Leaving, before
I drop a skinny hoe.
What's that gorda's problem?
I'm so, so, glad
I don't have to whore myself out
for followers like
some people in this house.
But I won't say who.
Carla.
What was that about?
And please, don't tell me
you guys are fighting
over something stupid
like follower counts.
She's just an entitled bitch
who thinks she's hot shit
with pinched little waist
and perfectly toned ass.
What's wrong?
Maybe just once,
once, I could feel like
a photographer is happy to
see me, build a shoot around me.
Not just treat me
like the token curve model
thrown in the mix
to be inclusive.
I try to be confident,
but it's girls like that
that make me feel this way,
like I don't even deserve
to be on a shoot with them,
or even considered a model.
Bella...
Bella not once ever looked at me
as if I were
any different than her.
Look.
I know you're
going through it right now,
but you have got
to be a team player,
even if you don't like
some of your teammates.
You know, Bella would've
told you the exact same thing.
Here.
I think this might help.
I, I stopped smoking.
Hm.
What was that thing
Bella used to always say?
Indulge yourself.
Mm. That's right.
Indulge yourself, sis.
Are you good?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
Yeah. Hm?
Oh, no, no, no.
That's not for me.
That's for you.
I have a beauty routine to do
before tomorrow's call time.
See you inside?
Yeah.
Great.
Now who's man is here?
Who even
drives something like that?
Okay. This car is sus.
No. Syd, relax.
It's completely normal.
No, no, no, no,
no, no, no more for me.
I'm too tired for this shit.
- Shh! Shh!
- Get the fuck off me!
Shut the fuck up.
Let go of me!
- Stop!
- Come on!
Ugh, we're gonna
need some more toilet paper,
'cause I just
took a mean, old--Shit!
No.
Give me your fucking phone.
Shut the fuck and
give me your fucking phone.
Give me your phone.
Give me your fucking phone.
What--what do you want from us?
Shut the fuck up.
Did I ask you to talk, huh?
Didn't fucking think so.
And two, three, four.
Five.
Shh, shh, shh, shh.
Find her.
Go. Fucking find her.
Get down, now.
Now. Down.
You fucking
think this is funny, huh?
No.
Shut up.
Shit.
She's in here!
Don't move.
Let's get the hell out of here.
-Hey!
-What the fuck, Trudy?
Think about what they'll do
to Nadia if they see us gone.
This happens all
the time back home.
What's up, buttercup?
Go.
Fuck.
She's not going anywhere.
Are you okay?
How much money
did you ask him for, huh?
Shut up!
He won't give it to you.
Don't think they're
after your boyfriend's money.
Maybe this isn't
about you, for once.
No.
No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no.
Shut the fuck up!
Anyone else?
We're not gonna hurt you.
Okay? Huh?
And there's no fucking ransom.
This isn't a kidnapping.
So you're probably
now wondering who we are
and what we want.
The who doesn't matter.
You don't know us,
and it's probably in your best
interest to keep it that way.
Now the want, well,
the short answer
is nothing from you.
Yes, this is a break-in,
a home invasion,
whatever
the fuck you wanna call it.
But you're not getting robbed.
Your followers are.
Our followers?
Oh, yeah, honey. Your followers.
We're gonna post a donation
link to your social media pages
that'll be connected directly
to an untraceable
offshore account.
And once we collect the small
sum of one million dollars,
this'll all be over.
You can go on living
your pretty little lives.
And you'll never see us again.
Shut up!
What are you doing?
First,
I'm turning your passcode off.
Second, I'm finding a photo.
Third, I'm coming up
with the perfect caption.
"Please donate to the
Bella Baylor Family Foundation."
You're fucking sick.
Leave her out of it.
Shut up!
Link in bio.
You can play, too.
Eeny, meeny,
miny, moe, maybe you?
-You? You?
-No.
-Huh?
-No.
-No?
-No.
Is it you? Huh?
Open your fucking eyes!
Open your fucking eyes!
You--you're not gonna find
the kind of
photo you're looking for.
No?
What about that?
Aw, there you are.
Look.
Ay!
Fucking pendeja!
Thank you.
A hundred photos
of the same pose.
Really?
All right, last but not least...
Passcode.
Don't fuck with me!
- Zero!
- Uh-huh?
Zero, zero, zero.
Really?
Thank you.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
Time for the main event.
You already have our phones.
Just take whatever else
you want and get out of here.
Shit, you were right.
Their followers will do
anything for these bitches.
Is it working?
Five racks in, and we've
only been live a few minutes.
Look how many
likes we're getting.
She.
What?
You--you said we.
But it's her
that getting those likes.
Yeah, I know.
Here, silence them.
Thank you.
I had my doubts,
but I, I, I think this
is really gonna work.
Yeah, I told you.
I know they say not to,
like, spend your money
before you have it,
but fuck that.
I'm getting an old school,
Chevy or Lincoln,
two tone candy paint job,
white leather seats.
Something from the '70s, with
22 inch chrome rims, of course.
That'll be fly as shit.
You've been watching
way too many rap music videos.
And hydraulics,
'cause we bouncin', girl.
Bouncin'.
Focus.
Bouncin'.
What are we gonna do?
Nothing.
We wait it out.
They already said
they're not gonna hurt us.
It could take days for them
to raise that kind of money.
We won't be here for days.
We're getting
picked up in the morning.
We have a six AM call time.
Close your eyes,
unless you're driving.
I can't believe Nadia
didn't even mention this to me.
I mean, she always asks me
to support her charities.
Chillax, brother.
The new Steven keeps his cool.
Let's do that again.
Yes.
Take a deep breath in.
Donate anonymously.
I never swear.
Nope.
Steven James, 100 dollars.
I'm going.
Eff off! Okay?
Going. I am going.
Swearing
is for people with no...
Our poor followers.
Donating, thinking
they're doing something good.
Trudy.
Do you think
it could be the neighbor?
That creep?
You were so nice to him.
You gave him your number.
Yeah, about that.
What are you guys talking about?
A neighbor that complained
about the music earlier.
-You think it could be him?
-No.
We've been
posting here all night.
It's probably just a crazed fan.
But how would
they know where the house is?
Is something wrong?
No.
Everything's synced,
links are active.
We still have service.
What's up?
It's been two hours.
We should have more than that.
Chill.
No, we need to do something,
to get the money in faster.
We've barely cracked 40 grand.
God.
How does she get so many likes?
It's just a photo of her face.
Like the one before it
and the one before that.
It's 'cause she's mad hot.
Look at this.
Yeah, what about it?
See how many views it has?
Damn.
10 million?
All right, ladies, ladies.
All right, you wanna
help out you and your friends?
Huh?
She's not my friend.
We're gonna go live.
The more they give,
the more you take all off.
No?
Okay.
Looks like
you're in for a long night.
I'll do it.
What are you doing?
I want this to be over.
You?
Back when I was
trying to get more followers,
I would make
twerk videos for attention.
I can do it.
All right.
Don't be dumb.
Oh, guys, we're fucked.
This got her followers?
Wow.
Oh my god.
Stop.
How was that?
A couple grand is not enough.
Put your clothes back on.
I'll do it.
She's trying to say something.
Stop.
I'll fucking do it.
Oh, wha-wha-what was that?
I can't hear you.
You wanna do it?
-You wanna give it a go?
-Mm-hm.
All right.
Miss 10 million views.
Get, get up,
get up, get up, let's go.
Go, go, go, go, go, go.
Let the pro do it.
Go see how we do.
And we're live.
my loves.
I need you to
donate to this charity.
The more generous you are,
the more generous I'll be.
Help! Call the police!
We're being held hostage!
Bitch, I never went live.
No!
No!
Help us!
We need help!
Carla!
Carla!
Is she dead?
They killed her!
They fucking killed her!
Look what you've done!
Fuck!
What were you thinking?
Well, you saw what she did.
What was I supposed to do?
We just--we just went from
making a few helpless
models' followers send us money
to now...
being guilty of a felony murder.
You think she's really dead?
I'm pretty fucking sure!
Fuck!
Fuck, fuck,
fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Listen, I-I-I'm done.
-I'm out.
-But no, no, no, no, no.
-You said no one would get hurt.
-Hey, hey.
It's gonna be okay.
All right?
No.
-We're leaving now.
-Hey.
-No, calm d--
-We gotta--
Hey, look at me.
Calm down. Okay?
We're about to be paid.
We're gonna travel the world
in matching Gucci sweatsuits.
We're gonna stay in one of those
floating huts in the Maldives.
Don't forget
about your 22 inch rims.
You still want those, right?
Yeah.
What was that?
Of course I do.
But we're not gonna make close
to the amount of money
that we thought we were.
Okay, let's just
take this little fucking win
and walk outta here,
richer than when we walked in.
No.
No?
The other side of the world
is just waking up.
Let's just stay an hour,
just one, and then we can go.
One hour.
Yeah, I promise.
Look.
"Are you okay?"
"What happened to your live?"
"Please come back"?
There's hundreds of them.
Can we post something,
put their minds at ease?
Good idea.
Hurry. Hurry, hurry.
How's this for a caption?
"Sorry, the live stream cut out.
The service here is no bueno"?
Sure.
Who the fuck is that?
Up! Get, get up!
Get the fuck up.
Come on.
Hm. Very nice.
Shit.
Unlike, unlike. Dude.
Can I help you?
I'm here to see Nadia.
Nadia?
Yeah. I'm Steven, her boyfriend.
Nice to meet you, bro.
You seeing one
of the models, too?
No.
All right.
Uh, will you just
grab Nadia real quick?
-I wanna talk to her.
-She isn't here.
I think you got
the wrong house, maybe.
Okay.
This is funny.
It's funny, I like it.
Um, she tell you
not to let me in?
No.
Like I said, she isn't here.
It's time for you to go.
Okay.
Sorry to bother you.
No guys in the house, huh?
Go home, my guy.
Hey, you've reached Nadia.
I'm either on a shoot,
at a casting, or on a plane.
So leave a message,
and if I like you,
I'll get back to you.
Bye.
Nadia, hey.
Uh, I don't like
how we left things off,
so I, I just came back
by to say that I'm sorry.
But this really weird dude
answered the door,
and I remember you said
that there were no guys allowed.
So, you know,
I just wanted to make sure
that everything was okay.
Um, anyhoo.
I will be in my car
for 30 or so,
if you wanna come out and talk.
Okay. I love you.
Um, bye.
No, that's...too desperate.
Go home.
Please, go home.
Okay, just one big
mother truckin' party.
Okay.
What in the?
Oh, my god.
Bro.
I thought I told you to leave.
What is going on, huh?
Huh?
- Keep moving. Walk.
- I'm going, my dude.
Nadia, are you all right?
Mm-hm.
Okay.
I'm gonna get
you all outta here.
Put your weapon down.
If you shoot her,
I will shoot him.
I swear to god
I'm gonna kill him.
What are you waiting for?
Don't make me ask you again.
I have day-played many a cop,
and I know my way around a gun.
Okay, good. Good, good.
Right there.
Yeah, that. One more step.
One more, stop right there.
Very good.
Go back.
Okay, good.
Take the tape off, untie them.
Steven.
Pooh Bear.
It's okay, I love you.
I love you so much.
You're gonna be okay.
What are you doing?
I'm just
reaching into my pocket,
to get something
to cut the zip ties.
Okay, well, well, hurry up!
Start with her first.
Her, my girlfriend.
Okay.
Oh, fuck!
Steven!
No!
Steven! Steven!
No! Steven!
Oh, yeah, did I hit you?
Dude, my fucking ear.
Steven!
Steven!
What have you done?
Let me go, and
I won't say a word about this.
Don't come any closer. Don't.
Who the fuck do
you think you are, huh?
Hey, man.
You're getting
blood on the floor.
Clean yourself up.
Go! Go!
You just had to
go and text him, huh?
He's just here
to clean up after us.
If it wasn't for him, lover boy
would've taken you out.
We'd both be
in the backseat of a cruiser.
Well, the stupid
fuck didn't have to
come in all bang bang.
You don't think
anyone heard those shots?
No.
The cops
would've been here by now.
That's comforting.
Will you sit fucking still?
You gonna let me
help you or not?
Yeah.
Look.
We have 50 thousand
untraceable dollars.
Okay?
What isn't
untraceable is our DNA
that's now inside that house.
Now you watch out what
you say about Flip, all right?
That's my brother.
Foster brother.
Just run over there and grab it.
Run.
With that thing on her leg?
At least her legs are free.
Yeah, I don't--
I don't know, Trudy.
What is she supposed to
do with it when she gets it?
Shoot him?
Yes.
I've never held a gun,
let alone shot one.
It's easy.
You just point
and pull the trigger.
Look. He's gone.
Now would be the time to do it.
Come on, Zoe.
Almost there.
She got it.
Come on. Come on.
Come on, Zoe.
Come on, let's go.
- No, no, stop.
- No, no.
Stop! What are you
doing? Don't touch her!
Get away! Get away!
Shut up! Shut up!
-Open your mouth.
-No, please.
-No, please. No, please.
-Open.
That's Carla's blood.
Just chill.
Hey. Hey.
You're gonna be all right.
Please! Please!
-Help!
-The fuck is he doing?
Do something!
Please!
Stop him!
If only you hadn't seen my face.
What's going on?
Please help us!
Help her! She's choking!
Stop him.
You need to chill out.
You need to chill out.
You need to chill out.
Chill, chill,
chill, chill, chill.
What the fuck?
Chill.
That's enough, yo.
Hey, babe.
Babe, babe, babe.
Babe.
No, no. Leave it.
You need to breathe.
You need to breathe.
Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
Shh.
Shit. We need to get you help.
- We'll get you some help.
- I'm fine.
Just get my money.
I'm fine.
This is all your fucking fault.
I find it ironic
that the followers
we seem to spend so
much of our lives caring about
are also the reason
we're even in this mess.
And now it doesn't even matter,
because that maniac
is gonna kill us.
Don't say that, Trudy.
We've seen all their faces.
They aren't
gonna just let that go.
Pussy whip, come here.
Be in there, wait for me.
- I gotta talk to you.
- Okay.
Let me see.
You're watching them, right?
Yeah.
Yeah?
Yes.
They may be tied up,
but you still
need to pay attention.
We all have to
meet our end some day.
But not this way, and not today.
We just let these idiots
walk through that front door,
take our phones,
and kill our friends.
We've been fucked with
long enough.
Zoe's right.
Look.
She's not even paying attention.
If we all get up
at the same time,
and suck our stomachs in,
the rope should
just drop to the floor.
Smart. Let's do it.
Okay.
Ready?
Go.
It's not working.
It's too tight.
Wait.
Wait, I have an idea.
There's a lighter in my pocket.
Can one of you guys reach it?
I can. I can.
Yes.
- Got it?
- Yeah.
Hey.
I'm gonna let you putting your
hands on the girl here slide.
It's only because my sister
likes you so much.
Capiche?
Let me ask you something.
Uh-huh.
Why didn't
you cover up your face?
Any one of them can ID you now.
Real fucking careless,
if you ask me.
Yeah.
And uh, where did,
uh, wearing mask get you?
Man, don't worry.
It's not gonna matter anyways.
-Ow.
-Hurry, hurry.
Trudy.
Come on, Trudy.
Hurry, Trudy.
You know, pussy whip,
if you were planning on one day
marrying my sister--
- Foster sister.
- Whatever.
You gotta ask for
the family blessing.
And since
I'm the only family she's got,
well, that means
you gotta ask me.
But I'm not
gonna give it to you.
What's your problem
with me, huh?
Brothers are always
gonna have a problem
with their sisters' boyfriends.
Well, I got a problem with you.
And it's that
I don't fucking trust you.
I know you shooting me
was no accident.
Okay.
Okay?
Yeah.
So, look.
Usually, when I do this,
I like to start at the feet.
So if they come back from
the dead, they can't run away.
You feel me?
Here.
You want that blessing?
No.
I ain't trying to
be a part of this.
Nah, nah, "I'm not
trying to be part of this"?
You--
She was right.
What?
Annie said she didn't
think you had it in you
to do any of this.
She didn't say that.
Well, if she thought
you had the gonads for it,
what am I doing here?
Uh-huh.
Oh, bro, stop, stop.
Fuck, pussy whip.
I'm fucking with you,
pussy whip.
Fuck, man! You're fucked up!
Your face, right.
They only do this
shit in the movies, man.
I don't--
It's real fucking funny.
What are we gonna do, then?
I got it, man.
Hey, bad guys.
Oh.
Hey, yoo-hoo, bad guys.
Hey, can one of you come here
-for a second, please?
-Babysit.
Can I talk to you?
Um, excuse me.
Bad guy?
I really need to
use the bathroom.
You can piss
right where you are.
It's number two, sir.
Well, then hold it.
I really can't hold it.
It would be completely inhumane
to keep me here tied up,
sitting in my own shit.
Annie! Annie, wake up!
Shoot those cock suckers!
What are you doing?
You're wasting 'em, shoot 'em.
Give me the gun.
Hey, hey, hey!
What are you doing?
Run, Zoe!
Get help!
-Zoe! Run!
-Shut up!
Hey, shut up, shut up.
Listen. If she gets away,
we go to jail for life.
Shoot that bitch.
Stop!
I don't wanna shoot you.
Come back.
Shit.
I knew she used it.
Come on.
I know you're in here.
Come on.
Skid mark.
Huh, where you at?
Nadia, duck!
Suck on a fucker,
you fucking shit!
Doesn't feel good not being
able to breathe, now, does it?
Come on.
Hurry. Come on.
Come on, come on.
Come on, please.
Come on, come on.
Help! Help!
Come on.
Hoe.
Babe. Hey, babe. Hey, hey.
Hey, hey.
Wake, wake up.
Hey!
Okay, okay.
Oh, okay, stop. Stop.
Help! Please!
Please.
Please.
Help.
All right.
You wanna try this again?
Okay.
Put the gun down on the table.
Now.
All right.
Take it easy. You're in control.
Hey. Hey, hey.
Huh?
Take it easy.
You're in control.
Everyone's cool.
This is too easy.
He's bluffing.
I'm bluffing! Oh!
- You got the gun!
- Stay back! Stay back!
What, are you gonna shoot me?
Shoot!
You fucking shot at me?
- Sorry, I'm trying!
- What are you gonna do?
- Again!
- It's empty!
The f--
You pull a gun
on me once, shame on you.
You pull it on me twice...
- Oh, shit!
- Oh, my god!
Hey.
You see where she went?
No.
We gotta go.
Come on, untie me.
Fuck! Oh!
Flip.
Flip.
Get me out of this.
Asshole.
Nadia.
Hey. Hey.
The cops are on their way.
I had to come back.
I just couldn't leave you.
You're okay.
Okay.
You're gonna be okay.
You're okay.
Stay with me, you'll be okay.
What?
What did you say?
Look out.
Hey. Hey.
Here.
I just saved you.
Please let me go.
Please. Please. I was only
a pawn in my girl's game.
What is that even
supposed to mean?
I didn't want any
of you to get hurt.
You tried to shoot me.
Real talk.
She was obsessed with you girls.
Wanted tons of followers.
Wanted to be just like y'all.
She was so hyped
when you talked to her.
And when that link
worked to track your location.
What link?
I don't know,
it was some kind of video.
Video?
What video?
Wait.
Goodguyclyde?
That was her?
Yes!
Yeah, see. I ain't lying.
Now, let me go, please.
Wait. Where is she?
You don't gotta do that.
She--she's already dead.
Tell me!
She's in the hallway.
Let me see your hands!
Let me see your hands!
Walk towards me.
Walk toward me.
Keep your hands
were I can see 'em.
Keep coming. Keep coming.
Keep coming.
Okay, guys, let's go.
Keep your hands up.
Keep your hands up.
All right, come with me.
I got her.
Go, go.
Check the house.
Move, move.
Over there, over this way.
Watch my back.
Got him?
Let's go, stay alert.
Over here.
2632 Kevin.
10-15-one-one,
male suspect at 0257 hours.
1039 Pete Furlong.
10-4,
26 on one white male subject.
10-15 at 257 hours.
We have EMS staging.
Have EMS come in.
10-4.
I have six S-seven
one male, five females.
10-4.
Multiple F-zeros
located as well.
10-4.
26 on Zoe?
EMS 23.
EMS advisor,
26 97.