Night Games (2024) Movie Script
No, no, no, no!
-You might get an Emmy
for this one.
-The winner for best live stream
goes to...
-Nah, wait until you see
the final act, Boss.
Trust me.
Sorry we have to
cut it short tonight, Serena.
I really enjoyed you.
You did so good.
-But the game has to come
to an end eventually.
Right?
-So...
I need you to do
one more thing for me.
Hm? Can you do that?
Okay.
Smile!
Here comes the flash.
To The Watcher!
Excellent production.
-Mm. Thank you, Boss.
Everybody executed
to perfection.
No pun intended.
-Of course.
They were following your lead.
You're a natural.
-More like conditioned, but...
-Is that what 20 years
inside the alphabet boys
will do to you?
-Seems that way.
-Well, clearly, it's made you
a valuable part of Acorn.
And the Closer
sends her approval.
She watched
the live stream as well.
-Mm. Tell her thank you.
Everything went well on her end?
-She does what she does.
We're growing faster
every day because of her.
Venezuela is now officially
a part of our group,
and she flies back
in the morning.
-Mm. Perfect.
-It's amazing, actually,
what hate and ignorance on the
internet can create nowadays.
Anything not considered ordinary
can now be manipulated
and construed as extraordinary.
-Cha-ching!
-Straight to the bank.
You know how many millions
were raised from crazy shit
like Pizzagate and Wayfair?
I could go on and on.
-The sheep will follow.
Right off the fucking cliff.
But you and the Closer...
y'all had that vision.
Now we all get to eat.
-Salud.
-Salud.
-What's the status
on the March shoot?
Are we still on schedule?
-Yes, indeed.
-Good, good.
Look at those comments.
They're like a pack
of wild dogs.
Once they taste blood,
it's over.
They're hooked.
They want more.
So let's keep feeding them.
-You did good.
You did good.
-The Watcher.
-Right on time.
-As usual.
Okay, now.
Team Alpha's up next,
I see.
Should be an interesting night.
-Yes, indeed.
Hopefully you won't need to make
any in-person visits this time.
-Well, you already know
it don't matter to me.
Whether I'm waiting in the car
or making a house call,
sunrise, game over.
-Absolutely.
This is a bonus from Acorn
for that house call.
-Okay, now. The bag.
Tell the bosses and the Closer
I said thanks.
We love bonuses
in the Finisher household.
Look.
For the past, what,
two years now,
I've been able to afford
the type of toys
I would have had to sell
a lot of weight to acquire.
So, coming from a country boy,
I appreciate you.
-It's all good.
I remember like it was yesterday
when y'all moved up
from Georgia.
Strong-ass country accent.
The loyalty's been real
since day one.
So two good years
for you is nothing.
We plan on entertaining
for many more years to come.
Let me ask you.
You know what's the longest
running TV show of all time?
-Is this more
of your philosophical shit?
Nah.
But here's a hint.
It's still on TV today.
-I don't know.
-Take an educated guess.
-"Law & Order."
-Nah. Good one, but...
the fucking Simpsons.
30 years and still
providing entertainment.
Just like we do.
-Facts. Easy bread.
-Exactly.
-Question.
What if I had
an investor interested
in becoming an Acorn member?
-Let me talk to the Boss
and the Closer on that.
They deal with all
distribution matters.
-Copy that.
Where we going this time?
Okay.
Back up to Topanga Canyon.
-Yeah. B and B.
Prime location.
-Yeah, not too much going on
up in those hills.
Look, I know you like to think
things inside and out,
but I was thinking,
after the last time
I had to make
that house call --
thanks again for the bag --
I was thinking maybe
you should let me participate
in the live stream.
I mean, this way I can monitor
what's happening on set.
I won't interrupt anything
between you and the investors.
You won't even know I'm there.
-I appreciate that.
But these Acorn members
don't need to know
anything more about
how we do things.
They got background data on all
of us in case shit goes down.
Except for you.
You're my, uh, "break the glass
in case of fire."
So I need you to be able
to move in silence.
-Copy that.
-Alright.
I already briefed the Cleaner.
He's gonna pick up
the talent at 8:00.
Then it's game on.
-Copy that.
The fucking Simpsons.
-Yeah, I'm on my way
to the date with...
Oh, no! I was supposed
to go out with you tonight.
I'm sorry.
I completely forgot.
You know, I haven't been
on a date in a year,
and he finally
asked me out.
The guy I've been
talking to online, yes.
Okay, how about this?
How about lunch on me tomorrow?
Perfect.
Uh-huh. Yes.
I'll drop my pin.
Yeah, and he also
got me a driver.
I'm in an Uber right now.
Yeah.
I don't want to be rude.
Alrighty.
I'll talk to you later.
I'll let you know how it goes.
Alright. Bye. I love you.
-You know, they say
'cause you're so far up,
you might see some coyotes.
Wildlife.
Maybe even a mountain lion.
-Whoa.
Kind of reminds you
of Afghanistan.
-Okay. Well...
I guess it's all about
perspective, isn't it?
-I guess.
How much further?
-Oh...
Almost there.
Just, uh...
...right up here.
Let's see what we got.
Alright. We got access.
-How much longer
are you driving tonight?
-Hm.
Well...
you're the last one.
After you,
I'm done for the night.
-Nice.
Is this the house?
-Mm-hmm.
-This...is...it.
Make sure you take care
of yourself tonight.
Have a good time.
-Okay.
We're here. Goodbye.
Nice house.
-Thank you.
It's a little something
I like to call home.
"Little"?
-May I?
-Thank you. Such a gentleman.
-I'm happy you decided
to come out here
and kick it with me
for a minute.
-Mm, better than us spending
this Saturday
chatting online
the entire night.
-I agree.
After you.
-Ahh.
Your home is beautiful.
-Thank you.
Better to be comfortable
in life, right?
-Mm-hmm.
-To the left is the lounge.
-Oh, wow.
This artwork is incredible.
-Yeah.
That actually was done
by some extremely gifted
young brothers and sisters.
-Beautiful.
Oh, my.
Look at that pool.
-Not bad, huh?
-Yes.
-May I?
-Absolutely.
-Please, make yourself
comfortable.
Can I, um, get you a drink?
-Sure. Um...
Do you have any wine?
Of course.
Red or white?
-White.
-Coming right up.
-Thanks.
-What do you think?
-It's different.
Yeah, it's, uh...
my one and only attempt
at a painting.
-Really?
-Yeah.
-Not too shabby.
Ahh.
That's a good choice.
That is a good choice.
-Boy, give it to me
-Ahh!
I love this song.
-Do you?
-Yes.
Are we gonna still go
for that swim you talked about?
-Give it to me
-I said you could.
Remember?
- Yes.
- I remember.
By the look of your nail polish,
onyx must be in season.
-Yeah. I do what I want.
-This is strong stuff.
-Only the best.
-What is it?
-Marquis de Laguiche.
-Marquis de Laguiche.
-Yeah, been saving it
for a special occasion.
-Oh, a special occasion, huh?
-Absolutely.
-Oh, you must say this to every
girl that you meet online.
-Maybe.
-Mm.
I mean, you must get
so lonely living up here
all by yourself, no neighbors.
-I mean, I like my privacy.
Besides, I have you to talk to.
You have an answer
to every question.
-You have a lot of questions.
-Ah. Fair enough.
-So, do you normally go over
to men's houses you met online?
-Only the ones
I know I can handle.
-Really?
-Don't test me.
I'm not the girl
you may think I am.
-What kind of girl are you?
-Let's just say
I'm a survivor.
-Okay, Beyonc.
A survivor of what?
-I'm a Marine.
I can handle myself.
-Where were you deployed?
-Oh...
No more questions, remember?
-Yes, ma'am.
Pssh, I don't really need
to say nothing else, anyway.
Yep.
-You -- You want me.
-Yes, I do.
-You do?
-Oh, oh!
-Oh, shit.
-I'm -- I'm so sorry.
-Yeah, it's -- it's okay.
-I'm never this clumsy.
Do you have any towels?
-Yeah, I do. I do.
-Um, let's just look at it
as a break in the action.
-Yeah, you know,
ill-advised time-out.
I got you.
I'll get something.
Give it to me
You put me in the mood
every time you do
What you do
-Boy, give it to me
-Mm. Damn, okay.
Okay.
Damn, bae.
-Feisty, huh?
-Ahh.
The Jacuzzi feels amazing.
-Yeah. You look good in it.
Thank you.
Are you gonna get in?
-Nah.
I'm enjoying the view.
-Oh, so why don't you
go get your swim trunks?
-I said you could get in.
-Mm.
-Not me.
-Fair enough.
Okay.
How about we play a game?
You have five minutes
to go inside...
and find me.
-You want to play games? Okay.
-Operation Catch Me If You Can.
-I like playing games.
Come out, come out,
wherever you are.
Wolf's on the hunt, baby.
And he hungry.
Okay.
Yeah, that's what
we about to do, huh?
Okay.
If that's what you want,
I'm on the way.
Mm.
What?
Everything okay?
-All I can say is damn.
Good.
-Anything this fine...
...make a nigga want
to join the Army.
-The Marines.
-Fuck around in Locker B.
So, um...
Where were you deployed?
-Mnh-mnh.
-Middle East?
-Mnh-mnh.
We said no more questions,
right?
-Yeah, I'm just, you know...
I'm just curious.
-You're just curious,
or you're being intrusive?
-I'm just curious.
-Okay.
Um, yes.
I went to Afghanistan,
and it was not fun.
-Did you kill anybody?
-It was a bad place.
Just use your imagination.
-I take that as a yes.
-Um, okay. Enough.
Can we -- Can we --
Can we just talk
about something else, please?
-Mm.
Wanna talk about another round?
Another round?
You couldn't even last
the first.
-Shit, it's half-time.
Shit, I'm just getting started.
-Nope. Nope. Mnh-mnh.
-What you mean "no"?
I'm just getting started.
-No...
-What you talking about?
What you mean "no," girl? Hm?
Hm?
My shirt look good on you.
-Like it?
-I think I like
what's underneath it better.
You're such a bad boy.
-You have no idea.
-I actually think I do.
Damn, girl.
-Shit.
-Mm.
I knew you couldn't handle me.
-Do love a challenge, though.
-Mm, I bet you do.
-Mm.
Mm. Oh.
James? James, James!
-What's up, what's up?
What's wrong?
-Th-Th-There's someone --
There's someone
there watching us.
-Where?
-Th-There's someone
in the house.
There's someone watching us.
-Erica.
It's okay. There's nobody.
-N-No. Go look.
-Are you -- Are you serious?
-I know what I saw.
-Fine.
Fine.
Wow.
-This is crazy. Yeah.
This is wild.
There's nobody here.
-No, wait. I'm coming.
-Wow. See? See?
-Wait. I'm -- I'm fine.
-No more drinks for you.
-Let's go.
-There's no alarms triggered.
I got cameras everywhere.
-It's just such a big house.
-I mean, as you can see,
there's...
nobody in my house
but you and me.
It's like, it's nobody here.
-I don't know.
M-Maybe it's just
my PTSD bothering me.
-Ah, I hear what you saying,
but it's fine, bae.
Like, I don't want you to leave.
-I usually don't stay out,
you know.
I usually sleep at home, so...
-What are you saying?
-I think I should go home.
-I'm gonna make sure
you're okay.
Nobody gonna hurt you,
I promise you.
I don't want you to leave.
-I mean, it is kind of late,
and, uh...
it's a couple hours
till the morning.
-It's super late.
Stay over here, you know.
Take a little nap,
breakfast in bed,
something sexy like that.
-Mm. You're so sweet.
-Come on, now.
-Okay.
-Wit'cha little fine ass.
You want some?
-Thank you.
-Drink it up, girl.
Drink it up, girl.
-Not till tomorrow.
-What the fuck?
-Erica, I'm -- I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I promise you,
I'm gonna get us out of here.
I promise you,
I'll get us out of here.
I should've listened to you.
Fuck!
-Who the fuck are you?!
What the fuck?
The fuck is going on?
What the fuck is going on?
What the fuck?!
What do you want?
Hm?
What do you want?
Talk to me!
-Erica, I'm sorry.
I'm -- I'm s--
What the fuck? Aah!
-What the fuck do you want?
What you want, hm?
You want money?
I got money.
I have money. I got money.
We can get you money.
Just leave us alone.
We can get you money.
I can get you money.
Please, leave her alone.
Leave her alone!
Please, leave her alone!
Leave her alone!
-I'm sorry, Erica.
I'm sorry.
Fuck, I'm sorry.
-Don't hurt her.
Please don't hurt her.
Please don't hurt her, please.
Please don't hurt her.
Please.
Stop. Stop! Stop!
Look at me!
Look at me!
Stop. Stop...
Stop it!
What the fuck...
What the fuck you doing?
What the fuck?
What the fuck?
Who the fuck are you?
Who the fuck are you?
What the fuck are you doing?
Who the fuck are you?
-No. Leave me alone.
Leave me alone. Leave me alone.
Leave me alone!
-James?
James, James, James.
Wake up, wake up, wake up!
-Where...Where are...
-James, where the hell are we?
-I think we're in the basement.
-In your basement?
Why the hell is this person
doing this to us?
This doesn't --
This doesn't make sense.
-I don't know.
I don't fucking know.
-Do you know them?
-No, I don't fucking know them.
Why would I do this
to myself?
-I mean, I mean, you must've
pissed somebody off.
-You must've
pissed somebody off.
The fuck?
Ain't pissed nobody off.
Not to do some shit like this.
-Fuck.
-Y-Your security system.
What about all
your fucking cameras?
-They must've hacked it.
Hacked it.
-Listen, Erica...
I didn't set you up
to get tortured.
We just gotta stick --
-Shh, shh! Wait, wait.
Listen, listen, listen, listen.
Shh, shh, shh!
Do you hear that?
Oh, my God.
-Here we go.
-What the hell
do you want from us, hm?
-Anything you want, you got it.
What do you want?
-Oh, God. Oh...
-James! James!
-I believe that's worthy
of a bonus, gentlemen.
What do you think?
-Fall out. Get help!
You get help!
Get help.
Shit, shit!
Shit! Shit!
Fuck! Oh, fuck!
-Erica!
-James!
James, James.
James.
Meet my wife Kris.
Ahh!
Welcome to our game, babe.
But there are a few rules
to our game.
Really simple, though.
You...
...should run...
...and hide, bitch.
Aah! Shit! Ugh!
-James!
Are you alright?
-Yeah.
That bitch is dead.
-The fuck?
-Erica!
Come out, bitch!
-Think we should split up?
-Nah, man. Nah.
Who's behind door number one?
I wonder if it's G.I. Joe Ho.
You bitch!
-Okay.
-Fucking bitch.
-James.
James!
She stole my jeans!
Those are fucking $700 jeans.
-What?
-$700 jeans, James.
This bitch is dead.
Do you understand me?
-Where is she?
-Ain't nowhere she could go.
She can't escape.
-But she escaped already,
with you, before.
And she smashed my $800 vase
on the floor, James.
Who is this bitch?
-She's nobody special.
There's nothing to know
about her.
-So she didn't tell you
anything about herself?
-I mean, she...
I mean, she ain't say nothing,
but, I mean, she said
she was a vet.
But that was like
five drinks in.
The fuck is you
walking away all crazy for?
What's wrong with you?
-A vet?
-Time out.
You the one that untied her
and let her go.
-We do that with everyone,
James.
It's not my fault that you pick
some Army bitch to bring home.
What the fuck?!
-Army bitch?
-I have to check her
online profile myself
to see what we actually
got ourselves into.
-What are you doing?
What are you doing?
-Hm?
-We in this together, right?
Together. Me and you.
We a team, baby.
Let's not forget that, hm?
This is our game.
Let's not forget that, baby.
It's our game.
-Mm.
-Our rules, not hers.
She wanna play, she can play.
Cool.
But it's a game she can't win.
She cannot win.
-You're right.
This is our game,
our house, our rules.
Yeah.
-Let's go get our prize.
-Let's go get our prize.
- Mm.
- We'll see.
But I am not chasing this bitch
around this big ass house
anymore.
It's time for me
to bend the rules a little bit.
-Oh, you trying to cheat now.
You tryna play dirty.
-Watcher.
-James.
How's Team Alpha?
-You know, we still
in the game, so...
everything's good.
-Absolutely.
There you go.
-Thank you.
Mm.
Yeah.
Good.
Number 12.
We halfway there.
-Mm-hmm.
-That's Miss Liberty.
Substitute teacher,
struggling to make ends meet.
It's an easy one.
-What makes her so easy?
Is it her finances?
-That, and her ex-boyfriend
got one of her co-workers
knocked up.
-Really?
-These people talk
all their stuff online, man.
-What's Marjorie's story?
-Miss Livingston.
Moved to L.A.
from Pittsburgh
to, uh, be an actress.
Looking for a sugar daddy.
You know those type.
They don't like
waiting tables for long, so...
-Where does she work at?
-Mel's Diner up in Hollywood.
Another easy one.
-Who said I want easy?
-Easy is fast.
Remember the rules of the game.
-Yeah.
First one to 26.
-Yeah.
The more entertaining
the night is,
the more generous
Acorn members seem to be.
-Well, I mean,
I can speak for my wife
when I say we want it all.
-Mm.
Erica Lee.
Former marine.
Spent time in, uh,
the Middle East.
-Okay, now.
-Yeah, based off
her posts online,
let's just say
she's, uh...
looking to let her hair down.
Okay.
Miss Erica's trying to relieve
a little stress.
-She can be an easy
one-night stand.
Especially with these.
-What's this?
-LSD.
Team Charlie had great results
with those on number 11.
-Okay.
-It's only fair we share with
the rest of the other teams.
Just make sure, whatever girl
you get to come over,
drop one of those in their, uh,
beverage of choice.
Good luck, Team Alpha.
-We won't need it.
-Shit.
-Who the fuck
are these people?
Three missing women...
Mm.
Who are you?
What do you want from me?
No...
No. No!
-Sit your fucking ass down.
-It says, "Th-Three strikes
and you're out."
What -- What does that mean?
I don't understand.
"What is tomorrow?"
What is tomorrow?
I don't...
I don't know what tomorrow is!
I don't know
what any of this is!
Please, I'm begging you.
Please, just...
If -- If I -- If I --
If I read it, will you just
let me go?
Can I go then?
What is tomorrow?
What?
My anniversary?
But we're having problems.
We're in counseling.
We're separated right now.
I-I don't know what it is
you want from me.
Please, c-can I just see James?
Can you get James?
No. Why?
Why?
Why are you doing this?!
-"So why are you here?"
I'm here to see James.
We're friends.
We -- We met
a couple months ago online.
That's it. I swear!
I don't know
what any of this is about.
I-I just met him.
Please!
Please, I just want to go home.
I promise I won't tell
anybody anything. Please.
Please, let me go home.
No.
Please, just let me go home.
"Do you know me?"
I don't...
I don't know who this is.
Who is she?
"I have an anniversary gift
for you"?
No. No.
No!
-Did you enjoy
fucking my husband, Dawn?
-Please...
Didn't know he was your husband.
Please.
I didn't know.
-Yeah, but you...
You're married too, aren't you?
- I have two kids.
- Please, I have two kids.
Not anymore, Dawn.
No. No.
-Now, we can do this
one of two ways.
We can do this the fast way
or the slow way.
Now, which way
do you prefer, Dawn?
I'm sorry.
-Shh!
-N-N-No! No!
-Wrong fucking answer, bitch.
- No, no no!
- Please! Stop!
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
What the fuck?
No, no, no, no, no, no.
-Hm.
Look what I found.
You can creep around all night.
There's no escape.
As you can see from the photos,
you're not the first.
However,
you should be very proud
'cause nobody else
has made it this far.
-Stay the fuck away from me!
-Come on, Erica.
Shit.
Game's just getting started.
Oh!
You want another round, huh?
That'd be nice.
We could try some new shit.
Aah!
-Fuck!
Fuck!
Aah!
Fuck!
Erica!
-James!
James?
-Did you guys see that?
She fucked up.
Oh, shit!
-Erica.
Erica.
Erica.
Come on, bitch.
James!
-It's okay, baby. I'm coming.
Shit, babe.
Let me see. Let me see.
-I cannot fucking see, James!
-Here, we gotta flush it out.
Come on.
Come on. Come on.
-Okay. Wait.
Okay.
-Shh. It's okay, baby.
-Where is she?
-You cut her, didn't you?
-Fuck! Okay, okay.
-I got you.
-Ah!
-Let's go get this bitch.
-What the fuck, James?
I knew I shouldn't have let you
choose this one on your own.
-On my own?
-Fuck! If she escapes...
-She can't escape, Kristi.
It's a secure compound.
It's impossible to escape.
What don't you understand?
-What don't you understand about
I looked up her profile and
she's a fucking Marine vet, huh?
They're trained to kill people.
-Have you not killed people?
-You know that, right?
You know that, right?
-Have we not killed people,
Kristi?
Have you not
killed people, Kristi?
I don't give a fuck
about no military, no Marines,
or none of that shit.
-Fuck the Marines.
Fuck the Army. Fuck the Navy.
-You know what, James?
I cannot believe
that you have us
in this position right now.
-Me? All this shit
is because of me?
-Well, you picked her.
-Did you pick number nine?
Did you forget about that one?
-You know number nine
was different.
-How was she different?
'Cause she beat your ass?
-She didn't beat my ass.
I tripped, and you know it.
-Fuck you. You know that?
-Fuck you, Kristi.
-Because right now, this bitch
is beating both of our asses,
and she's God knows where
in this fucking house.
-You know why
she's God knows where, Kristi?
'Cause you left
the fucking doors open.
-Really, James?
-Really, Kristi.
It's true.
You left the fucking doors open,
and now we can't find
this bitch.
Lost for words?
You ain't got shit to say
for once in your life?
-She can't escape, right?
That's what you said, hm?
Right?
So we should be good.
Go, go, go,
go, go, go, go, go.
Ugh!
-Okay, so we have a developing
situation here.
-I'm listening.
-So, the talent is having
flashbacks from the war
or some shit,
I don't fucking know,
but she's stalking
Team Alpha now.
-What?
-Yeah. Alpha's slipping.
-Yeah, they were slipping
before,
and it was almost
a wrap for them.
-They were definitely sloppy
with number nine.
As you know, I don't give a fuck
about any of these teams
or the talent.
The rules are simple.
A to Z, 1 to 26 by sunrise.
-None of them are gonna
fuck this bag up for us.
What do you need?
-I need you to head over.
Park right around the corner
from the front gate.
On Sycamore Road. Okay?
If the Cleaner has
any issues at all --
any--
I might not be able
to leave to call you.
We don't want to alarm
the investors,
but the Boss will call you.
-Copy that. I mean, as long
as the members are good.
I remember you saying a few
of them get a little antsy.
-Yeah, I mean,
you can't blame them, right?
Everybody's safe
in the dark web.
Complete anonymity.
That's why they're here.
But all hell could break loose
if there's any type
of identity leak.
We don't need that,
and they don't want that.
-Copy that.
-Alright.
I gotta head back to the Zoom.
...I don't give a fuck
how long it takes.
We have to find her.
How many times
did you do this?
And here you go,
trying to change it,
make it different.
Don't make shit different,
Kristi.
God damn!
Like, don't make it new.
This isn't fucking fashion.
We don't need --
We don't -- Fuck!
You keep tryna change shit.
We don't need -- we don't need
this year's killing.
This is not fucking
Louis Vuitton. Like, God damn!
Like, you know what this is!
You know what this is.
Damn.
I don't know
if you really calculating
what the fuck is going on
with this shit.
We don't get paid
if we don't kill this bitch.
Acorn not just about to wire us
the money 'cause we tried.
No fucking "trying" with this.
We have to find her.
-Well, what about Acorn?
-What about 'em?
-I mean, if we don't
score a kill,
they're gonna kill us.
-Fuck is you so scary?
We have to focus.
You see all these cameras
around this motherfucker?
-Who is it?
-It's the Cleaner.
-What did he say?
-Want to know if it's time.
-What'd you tell him?
-I told him no.
What the fuck else
I'mma tell him?
Told him to text me back
in a little bit.
Now let's get this bitch,
please.
I'm tired of arguing
with you, babe.
I'm tired of playing
fucking games.
The fuck?
You leave the stove on?
-No.
-Open the door, man.
She's setting them up.
Uh, the Marines.
-Erica!
Fuck!
-Look what the cat dragged in.
-Fuck you.
-You're no longer polite.
-So, this is what you
and your wife do?
Lure innocent women
in your home, torture them,
for a game?
Whore ass bitch. Slut.
-You got to wait for that.
-You have video, Mr. Pennington.
-We're getting a bit
concerned over here.
She's not going to escape,
is she?
-That's a negative.
-If she kills the wife,
what happens then?
-As you are already aware,
Mr. Pennington,
the Cleaner
is just five minutes away.
-What if the Cleaner fails, too?
That's never happened.
You've met your fucking match.
-Come on out, bitch!
-Fuck.
-Pick up the phone.
Pick up the phone.
Pick up the fucking phone!
-Hello. Please leave
your message after the tone.
-Yeah.
-Okay, we got a code red
on the set.
The talent killed Team Alpha,
and the Cleaner is in danger.
I need you, like, already there.
-Copy that.
-Hey.
-Fucker.
-Do you have sunscreen
in your closet?
-Excuse me?
-Well, it's hot
where you are now.
88 degrees, to be exact.
Do you think this is
the only thing I am watching?
Failure is a terrible thing.
Do you have pets?
-Yes.
-I have a dog.
His name's Samuel.
Uh, he's named after
Samuel Clemens.
Great man.
He had a brother, and I
trained them both together.
I trained them myself.
Unfortunately, his brother
just couldn't figure it out,
and he failed.
He's buried in my backyard
under my wife's bougainvillea.
We have big yards in Texas.
Perhaps one day
you'll come for a visit.
-Finisher.
Let's put our investor's mind
at ease now.
The talent was great.
She stole the show.
But it's time now.
Do what you do.
-Night games, night games
Gotta stay alive
playing night games
-Playing night games
-Unh, trust nobody
-No one
-Love could be they hobby
They might drop you,
don't get bodied
Playing night games
They might never
find your body
How you gon' survive?
You was on a dinner date,
now you on Fox 5
You ain't even know
the stakes
Shit is rare,
but you gotta stay
Ready, no mistakes
'Fore you end up in the air
Or the bottom of the lake
Dead weight,
need a life save
Better keep your guard up,
elevate
Surviving the night
Kill or you die
It's nowhere to hide
Fight for your life
Forget what you thought
Everything is a lie
Surviving the night
Gotta survive
I'm done with these
night games
Night games
Gotta stay alive
playing night games
Done with these night games
Oh, gotta stay alive
playing night games
Unh, caught me slipping
like some black ice
Now I'm blacked out
Wake up with
a duffel bag mask
Hands tied down,
I don't know how
But I don't got time
to be worried about it
Only thing on my mind
is escaping
Am I fully surrounded?
They rip the bag off
Panic room with dim lights,
I'm seeing shadows
My heart beating
too fast, though
All I hear is
whispers behind me
I'm smelling gas, so
Lean footsteps sound heavy
stepping on glass
-Oh, no
-How did I get myself
into this?
How do I get myself
out this shit?
Gotta stay composed
like I'm Ludwig
Gotta find a way out,
I'm all in
Surviving the night
Kill or you die
It's nowhere to hide
Fight for your life
Forget what you thought
Everything is a lie
Surviving the night
Gotta survive
I'm done with these
night games
Night games
Gotta stay alive
playing night games
Done with these night games
Whoa, gotta stay alive
playing night games
-Oh, no
How did I get myself
into this?
How do I get myself
out this shit?
Gotta stay composed
like I'm Ludwig
Gotta find a way out,
I'm all in
Surviving the night
Kill or you die
It's nowhere to hide
Fight for your life
Forget what you thought
Everything is a lie
Surviving the night
Gotta survive
I'm done with these
night games
Night games
Gotta stay alive
playing night games
Done with these night games
Whoa, gotta stay alive
playing night games
Oh, no
How did I get myself
into this?
How do I get myself
out this shit?
Gotta stay composed
like I'm Ludwig
Gotta find a way out,
I'm all in
-You might get an Emmy
for this one.
-The winner for best live stream
goes to...
-Nah, wait until you see
the final act, Boss.
Trust me.
Sorry we have to
cut it short tonight, Serena.
I really enjoyed you.
You did so good.
-But the game has to come
to an end eventually.
Right?
-So...
I need you to do
one more thing for me.
Hm? Can you do that?
Okay.
Smile!
Here comes the flash.
To The Watcher!
Excellent production.
-Mm. Thank you, Boss.
Everybody executed
to perfection.
No pun intended.
-Of course.
They were following your lead.
You're a natural.
-More like conditioned, but...
-Is that what 20 years
inside the alphabet boys
will do to you?
-Seems that way.
-Well, clearly, it's made you
a valuable part of Acorn.
And the Closer
sends her approval.
She watched
the live stream as well.
-Mm. Tell her thank you.
Everything went well on her end?
-She does what she does.
We're growing faster
every day because of her.
Venezuela is now officially
a part of our group,
and she flies back
in the morning.
-Mm. Perfect.
-It's amazing, actually,
what hate and ignorance on the
internet can create nowadays.
Anything not considered ordinary
can now be manipulated
and construed as extraordinary.
-Cha-ching!
-Straight to the bank.
You know how many millions
were raised from crazy shit
like Pizzagate and Wayfair?
I could go on and on.
-The sheep will follow.
Right off the fucking cliff.
But you and the Closer...
y'all had that vision.
Now we all get to eat.
-Salud.
-Salud.
-What's the status
on the March shoot?
Are we still on schedule?
-Yes, indeed.
-Good, good.
Look at those comments.
They're like a pack
of wild dogs.
Once they taste blood,
it's over.
They're hooked.
They want more.
So let's keep feeding them.
-You did good.
You did good.
-The Watcher.
-Right on time.
-As usual.
Okay, now.
Team Alpha's up next,
I see.
Should be an interesting night.
-Yes, indeed.
Hopefully you won't need to make
any in-person visits this time.
-Well, you already know
it don't matter to me.
Whether I'm waiting in the car
or making a house call,
sunrise, game over.
-Absolutely.
This is a bonus from Acorn
for that house call.
-Okay, now. The bag.
Tell the bosses and the Closer
I said thanks.
We love bonuses
in the Finisher household.
Look.
For the past, what,
two years now,
I've been able to afford
the type of toys
I would have had to sell
a lot of weight to acquire.
So, coming from a country boy,
I appreciate you.
-It's all good.
I remember like it was yesterday
when y'all moved up
from Georgia.
Strong-ass country accent.
The loyalty's been real
since day one.
So two good years
for you is nothing.
We plan on entertaining
for many more years to come.
Let me ask you.
You know what's the longest
running TV show of all time?
-Is this more
of your philosophical shit?
Nah.
But here's a hint.
It's still on TV today.
-I don't know.
-Take an educated guess.
-"Law & Order."
-Nah. Good one, but...
the fucking Simpsons.
30 years and still
providing entertainment.
Just like we do.
-Facts. Easy bread.
-Exactly.
-Question.
What if I had
an investor interested
in becoming an Acorn member?
-Let me talk to the Boss
and the Closer on that.
They deal with all
distribution matters.
-Copy that.
Where we going this time?
Okay.
Back up to Topanga Canyon.
-Yeah. B and B.
Prime location.
-Yeah, not too much going on
up in those hills.
Look, I know you like to think
things inside and out,
but I was thinking,
after the last time
I had to make
that house call --
thanks again for the bag --
I was thinking maybe
you should let me participate
in the live stream.
I mean, this way I can monitor
what's happening on set.
I won't interrupt anything
between you and the investors.
You won't even know I'm there.
-I appreciate that.
But these Acorn members
don't need to know
anything more about
how we do things.
They got background data on all
of us in case shit goes down.
Except for you.
You're my, uh, "break the glass
in case of fire."
So I need you to be able
to move in silence.
-Copy that.
-Alright.
I already briefed the Cleaner.
He's gonna pick up
the talent at 8:00.
Then it's game on.
-Copy that.
The fucking Simpsons.
-Yeah, I'm on my way
to the date with...
Oh, no! I was supposed
to go out with you tonight.
I'm sorry.
I completely forgot.
You know, I haven't been
on a date in a year,
and he finally
asked me out.
The guy I've been
talking to online, yes.
Okay, how about this?
How about lunch on me tomorrow?
Perfect.
Uh-huh. Yes.
I'll drop my pin.
Yeah, and he also
got me a driver.
I'm in an Uber right now.
Yeah.
I don't want to be rude.
Alrighty.
I'll talk to you later.
I'll let you know how it goes.
Alright. Bye. I love you.
-You know, they say
'cause you're so far up,
you might see some coyotes.
Wildlife.
Maybe even a mountain lion.
-Whoa.
Kind of reminds you
of Afghanistan.
-Okay. Well...
I guess it's all about
perspective, isn't it?
-I guess.
How much further?
-Oh...
Almost there.
Just, uh...
...right up here.
Let's see what we got.
Alright. We got access.
-How much longer
are you driving tonight?
-Hm.
Well...
you're the last one.
After you,
I'm done for the night.
-Nice.
Is this the house?
-Mm-hmm.
-This...is...it.
Make sure you take care
of yourself tonight.
Have a good time.
-Okay.
We're here. Goodbye.
Nice house.
-Thank you.
It's a little something
I like to call home.
"Little"?
-May I?
-Thank you. Such a gentleman.
-I'm happy you decided
to come out here
and kick it with me
for a minute.
-Mm, better than us spending
this Saturday
chatting online
the entire night.
-I agree.
After you.
-Ahh.
Your home is beautiful.
-Thank you.
Better to be comfortable
in life, right?
-Mm-hmm.
-To the left is the lounge.
-Oh, wow.
This artwork is incredible.
-Yeah.
That actually was done
by some extremely gifted
young brothers and sisters.
-Beautiful.
Oh, my.
Look at that pool.
-Not bad, huh?
-Yes.
-May I?
-Absolutely.
-Please, make yourself
comfortable.
Can I, um, get you a drink?
-Sure. Um...
Do you have any wine?
Of course.
Red or white?
-White.
-Coming right up.
-Thanks.
-What do you think?
-It's different.
Yeah, it's, uh...
my one and only attempt
at a painting.
-Really?
-Yeah.
-Not too shabby.
Ahh.
That's a good choice.
That is a good choice.
-Boy, give it to me
-Ahh!
I love this song.
-Do you?
-Yes.
Are we gonna still go
for that swim you talked about?
-Give it to me
-I said you could.
Remember?
- Yes.
- I remember.
By the look of your nail polish,
onyx must be in season.
-Yeah. I do what I want.
-This is strong stuff.
-Only the best.
-What is it?
-Marquis de Laguiche.
-Marquis de Laguiche.
-Yeah, been saving it
for a special occasion.
-Oh, a special occasion, huh?
-Absolutely.
-Oh, you must say this to every
girl that you meet online.
-Maybe.
-Mm.
I mean, you must get
so lonely living up here
all by yourself, no neighbors.
-I mean, I like my privacy.
Besides, I have you to talk to.
You have an answer
to every question.
-You have a lot of questions.
-Ah. Fair enough.
-So, do you normally go over
to men's houses you met online?
-Only the ones
I know I can handle.
-Really?
-Don't test me.
I'm not the girl
you may think I am.
-What kind of girl are you?
-Let's just say
I'm a survivor.
-Okay, Beyonc.
A survivor of what?
-I'm a Marine.
I can handle myself.
-Where were you deployed?
-Oh...
No more questions, remember?
-Yes, ma'am.
Pssh, I don't really need
to say nothing else, anyway.
Yep.
-You -- You want me.
-Yes, I do.
-You do?
-Oh, oh!
-Oh, shit.
-I'm -- I'm so sorry.
-Yeah, it's -- it's okay.
-I'm never this clumsy.
Do you have any towels?
-Yeah, I do. I do.
-Um, let's just look at it
as a break in the action.
-Yeah, you know,
ill-advised time-out.
I got you.
I'll get something.
Give it to me
You put me in the mood
every time you do
What you do
-Boy, give it to me
-Mm. Damn, okay.
Okay.
Damn, bae.
-Feisty, huh?
-Ahh.
The Jacuzzi feels amazing.
-Yeah. You look good in it.
Thank you.
Are you gonna get in?
-Nah.
I'm enjoying the view.
-Oh, so why don't you
go get your swim trunks?
-I said you could get in.
-Mm.
-Not me.
-Fair enough.
Okay.
How about we play a game?
You have five minutes
to go inside...
and find me.
-You want to play games? Okay.
-Operation Catch Me If You Can.
-I like playing games.
Come out, come out,
wherever you are.
Wolf's on the hunt, baby.
And he hungry.
Okay.
Yeah, that's what
we about to do, huh?
Okay.
If that's what you want,
I'm on the way.
Mm.
What?
Everything okay?
-All I can say is damn.
Good.
-Anything this fine...
...make a nigga want
to join the Army.
-The Marines.
-Fuck around in Locker B.
So, um...
Where were you deployed?
-Mnh-mnh.
-Middle East?
-Mnh-mnh.
We said no more questions,
right?
-Yeah, I'm just, you know...
I'm just curious.
-You're just curious,
or you're being intrusive?
-I'm just curious.
-Okay.
Um, yes.
I went to Afghanistan,
and it was not fun.
-Did you kill anybody?
-It was a bad place.
Just use your imagination.
-I take that as a yes.
-Um, okay. Enough.
Can we -- Can we --
Can we just talk
about something else, please?
-Mm.
Wanna talk about another round?
Another round?
You couldn't even last
the first.
-Shit, it's half-time.
Shit, I'm just getting started.
-Nope. Nope. Mnh-mnh.
-What you mean "no"?
I'm just getting started.
-No...
-What you talking about?
What you mean "no," girl? Hm?
Hm?
My shirt look good on you.
-Like it?
-I think I like
what's underneath it better.
You're such a bad boy.
-You have no idea.
-I actually think I do.
Damn, girl.
-Shit.
-Mm.
I knew you couldn't handle me.
-Do love a challenge, though.
-Mm, I bet you do.
-Mm.
Mm. Oh.
James? James, James!
-What's up, what's up?
What's wrong?
-Th-Th-There's someone --
There's someone
there watching us.
-Where?
-Th-There's someone
in the house.
There's someone watching us.
-Erica.
It's okay. There's nobody.
-N-No. Go look.
-Are you -- Are you serious?
-I know what I saw.
-Fine.
Fine.
Wow.
-This is crazy. Yeah.
This is wild.
There's nobody here.
-No, wait. I'm coming.
-Wow. See? See?
-Wait. I'm -- I'm fine.
-No more drinks for you.
-Let's go.
-There's no alarms triggered.
I got cameras everywhere.
-It's just such a big house.
-I mean, as you can see,
there's...
nobody in my house
but you and me.
It's like, it's nobody here.
-I don't know.
M-Maybe it's just
my PTSD bothering me.
-Ah, I hear what you saying,
but it's fine, bae.
Like, I don't want you to leave.
-I usually don't stay out,
you know.
I usually sleep at home, so...
-What are you saying?
-I think I should go home.
-I'm gonna make sure
you're okay.
Nobody gonna hurt you,
I promise you.
I don't want you to leave.
-I mean, it is kind of late,
and, uh...
it's a couple hours
till the morning.
-It's super late.
Stay over here, you know.
Take a little nap,
breakfast in bed,
something sexy like that.
-Mm. You're so sweet.
-Come on, now.
-Okay.
-Wit'cha little fine ass.
You want some?
-Thank you.
-Drink it up, girl.
Drink it up, girl.
-Not till tomorrow.
-What the fuck?
-Erica, I'm -- I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I promise you,
I'm gonna get us out of here.
I promise you,
I'll get us out of here.
I should've listened to you.
Fuck!
-Who the fuck are you?!
What the fuck?
The fuck is going on?
What the fuck is going on?
What the fuck?!
What do you want?
Hm?
What do you want?
Talk to me!
-Erica, I'm sorry.
I'm -- I'm s--
What the fuck? Aah!
-What the fuck do you want?
What you want, hm?
You want money?
I got money.
I have money. I got money.
We can get you money.
Just leave us alone.
We can get you money.
I can get you money.
Please, leave her alone.
Leave her alone!
Please, leave her alone!
Leave her alone!
-I'm sorry, Erica.
I'm sorry.
Fuck, I'm sorry.
-Don't hurt her.
Please don't hurt her.
Please don't hurt her, please.
Please don't hurt her.
Please.
Stop. Stop! Stop!
Look at me!
Look at me!
Stop. Stop...
Stop it!
What the fuck...
What the fuck you doing?
What the fuck?
What the fuck?
Who the fuck are you?
Who the fuck are you?
What the fuck are you doing?
Who the fuck are you?
-No. Leave me alone.
Leave me alone. Leave me alone.
Leave me alone!
-James?
James, James, James.
Wake up, wake up, wake up!
-Where...Where are...
-James, where the hell are we?
-I think we're in the basement.
-In your basement?
Why the hell is this person
doing this to us?
This doesn't --
This doesn't make sense.
-I don't know.
I don't fucking know.
-Do you know them?
-No, I don't fucking know them.
Why would I do this
to myself?
-I mean, I mean, you must've
pissed somebody off.
-You must've
pissed somebody off.
The fuck?
Ain't pissed nobody off.
Not to do some shit like this.
-Fuck.
-Y-Your security system.
What about all
your fucking cameras?
-They must've hacked it.
Hacked it.
-Listen, Erica...
I didn't set you up
to get tortured.
We just gotta stick --
-Shh, shh! Wait, wait.
Listen, listen, listen, listen.
Shh, shh, shh!
Do you hear that?
Oh, my God.
-Here we go.
-What the hell
do you want from us, hm?
-Anything you want, you got it.
What do you want?
-Oh, God. Oh...
-James! James!
-I believe that's worthy
of a bonus, gentlemen.
What do you think?
-Fall out. Get help!
You get help!
Get help.
Shit, shit!
Shit! Shit!
Fuck! Oh, fuck!
-Erica!
-James!
James, James.
James.
Meet my wife Kris.
Ahh!
Welcome to our game, babe.
But there are a few rules
to our game.
Really simple, though.
You...
...should run...
...and hide, bitch.
Aah! Shit! Ugh!
-James!
Are you alright?
-Yeah.
That bitch is dead.
-The fuck?
-Erica!
Come out, bitch!
-Think we should split up?
-Nah, man. Nah.
Who's behind door number one?
I wonder if it's G.I. Joe Ho.
You bitch!
-Okay.
-Fucking bitch.
-James.
James!
She stole my jeans!
Those are fucking $700 jeans.
-What?
-$700 jeans, James.
This bitch is dead.
Do you understand me?
-Where is she?
-Ain't nowhere she could go.
She can't escape.
-But she escaped already,
with you, before.
And she smashed my $800 vase
on the floor, James.
Who is this bitch?
-She's nobody special.
There's nothing to know
about her.
-So she didn't tell you
anything about herself?
-I mean, she...
I mean, she ain't say nothing,
but, I mean, she said
she was a vet.
But that was like
five drinks in.
The fuck is you
walking away all crazy for?
What's wrong with you?
-A vet?
-Time out.
You the one that untied her
and let her go.
-We do that with everyone,
James.
It's not my fault that you pick
some Army bitch to bring home.
What the fuck?!
-Army bitch?
-I have to check her
online profile myself
to see what we actually
got ourselves into.
-What are you doing?
What are you doing?
-Hm?
-We in this together, right?
Together. Me and you.
We a team, baby.
Let's not forget that, hm?
This is our game.
Let's not forget that, baby.
It's our game.
-Mm.
-Our rules, not hers.
She wanna play, she can play.
Cool.
But it's a game she can't win.
She cannot win.
-You're right.
This is our game,
our house, our rules.
Yeah.
-Let's go get our prize.
-Let's go get our prize.
- Mm.
- We'll see.
But I am not chasing this bitch
around this big ass house
anymore.
It's time for me
to bend the rules a little bit.
-Oh, you trying to cheat now.
You tryna play dirty.
-Watcher.
-James.
How's Team Alpha?
-You know, we still
in the game, so...
everything's good.
-Absolutely.
There you go.
-Thank you.
Mm.
Yeah.
Good.
Number 12.
We halfway there.
-Mm-hmm.
-That's Miss Liberty.
Substitute teacher,
struggling to make ends meet.
It's an easy one.
-What makes her so easy?
Is it her finances?
-That, and her ex-boyfriend
got one of her co-workers
knocked up.
-Really?
-These people talk
all their stuff online, man.
-What's Marjorie's story?
-Miss Livingston.
Moved to L.A.
from Pittsburgh
to, uh, be an actress.
Looking for a sugar daddy.
You know those type.
They don't like
waiting tables for long, so...
-Where does she work at?
-Mel's Diner up in Hollywood.
Another easy one.
-Who said I want easy?
-Easy is fast.
Remember the rules of the game.
-Yeah.
First one to 26.
-Yeah.
The more entertaining
the night is,
the more generous
Acorn members seem to be.
-Well, I mean,
I can speak for my wife
when I say we want it all.
-Mm.
Erica Lee.
Former marine.
Spent time in, uh,
the Middle East.
-Okay, now.
-Yeah, based off
her posts online,
let's just say
she's, uh...
looking to let her hair down.
Okay.
Miss Erica's trying to relieve
a little stress.
-She can be an easy
one-night stand.
Especially with these.
-What's this?
-LSD.
Team Charlie had great results
with those on number 11.
-Okay.
-It's only fair we share with
the rest of the other teams.
Just make sure, whatever girl
you get to come over,
drop one of those in their, uh,
beverage of choice.
Good luck, Team Alpha.
-We won't need it.
-Shit.
-Who the fuck
are these people?
Three missing women...
Mm.
Who are you?
What do you want from me?
No...
No. No!
-Sit your fucking ass down.
-It says, "Th-Three strikes
and you're out."
What -- What does that mean?
I don't understand.
"What is tomorrow?"
What is tomorrow?
I don't...
I don't know what tomorrow is!
I don't know
what any of this is!
Please, I'm begging you.
Please, just...
If -- If I -- If I --
If I read it, will you just
let me go?
Can I go then?
What is tomorrow?
What?
My anniversary?
But we're having problems.
We're in counseling.
We're separated right now.
I-I don't know what it is
you want from me.
Please, c-can I just see James?
Can you get James?
No. Why?
Why?
Why are you doing this?!
-"So why are you here?"
I'm here to see James.
We're friends.
We -- We met
a couple months ago online.
That's it. I swear!
I don't know
what any of this is about.
I-I just met him.
Please!
Please, I just want to go home.
I promise I won't tell
anybody anything. Please.
Please, let me go home.
No.
Please, just let me go home.
"Do you know me?"
I don't...
I don't know who this is.
Who is she?
"I have an anniversary gift
for you"?
No. No.
No!
-Did you enjoy
fucking my husband, Dawn?
-Please...
Didn't know he was your husband.
Please.
I didn't know.
-Yeah, but you...
You're married too, aren't you?
- I have two kids.
- Please, I have two kids.
Not anymore, Dawn.
No. No.
-Now, we can do this
one of two ways.
We can do this the fast way
or the slow way.
Now, which way
do you prefer, Dawn?
I'm sorry.
-Shh!
-N-N-No! No!
-Wrong fucking answer, bitch.
- No, no no!
- Please! Stop!
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
What the fuck?
No, no, no, no, no, no.
-Hm.
Look what I found.
You can creep around all night.
There's no escape.
As you can see from the photos,
you're not the first.
However,
you should be very proud
'cause nobody else
has made it this far.
-Stay the fuck away from me!
-Come on, Erica.
Shit.
Game's just getting started.
Oh!
You want another round, huh?
That'd be nice.
We could try some new shit.
Aah!
-Fuck!
Fuck!
Aah!
Fuck!
Erica!
-James!
James?
-Did you guys see that?
She fucked up.
Oh, shit!
-Erica.
Erica.
Erica.
Come on, bitch.
James!
-It's okay, baby. I'm coming.
Shit, babe.
Let me see. Let me see.
-I cannot fucking see, James!
-Here, we gotta flush it out.
Come on.
Come on. Come on.
-Okay. Wait.
Okay.
-Shh. It's okay, baby.
-Where is she?
-You cut her, didn't you?
-Fuck! Okay, okay.
-I got you.
-Ah!
-Let's go get this bitch.
-What the fuck, James?
I knew I shouldn't have let you
choose this one on your own.
-On my own?
-Fuck! If she escapes...
-She can't escape, Kristi.
It's a secure compound.
It's impossible to escape.
What don't you understand?
-What don't you understand about
I looked up her profile and
she's a fucking Marine vet, huh?
They're trained to kill people.
-Have you not killed people?
-You know that, right?
You know that, right?
-Have we not killed people,
Kristi?
Have you not
killed people, Kristi?
I don't give a fuck
about no military, no Marines,
or none of that shit.
-Fuck the Marines.
Fuck the Army. Fuck the Navy.
-You know what, James?
I cannot believe
that you have us
in this position right now.
-Me? All this shit
is because of me?
-Well, you picked her.
-Did you pick number nine?
Did you forget about that one?
-You know number nine
was different.
-How was she different?
'Cause she beat your ass?
-She didn't beat my ass.
I tripped, and you know it.
-Fuck you. You know that?
-Fuck you, Kristi.
-Because right now, this bitch
is beating both of our asses,
and she's God knows where
in this fucking house.
-You know why
she's God knows where, Kristi?
'Cause you left
the fucking doors open.
-Really, James?
-Really, Kristi.
It's true.
You left the fucking doors open,
and now we can't find
this bitch.
Lost for words?
You ain't got shit to say
for once in your life?
-She can't escape, right?
That's what you said, hm?
Right?
So we should be good.
Go, go, go,
go, go, go, go, go.
Ugh!
-Okay, so we have a developing
situation here.
-I'm listening.
-So, the talent is having
flashbacks from the war
or some shit,
I don't fucking know,
but she's stalking
Team Alpha now.
-What?
-Yeah. Alpha's slipping.
-Yeah, they were slipping
before,
and it was almost
a wrap for them.
-They were definitely sloppy
with number nine.
As you know, I don't give a fuck
about any of these teams
or the talent.
The rules are simple.
A to Z, 1 to 26 by sunrise.
-None of them are gonna
fuck this bag up for us.
What do you need?
-I need you to head over.
Park right around the corner
from the front gate.
On Sycamore Road. Okay?
If the Cleaner has
any issues at all --
any--
I might not be able
to leave to call you.
We don't want to alarm
the investors,
but the Boss will call you.
-Copy that. I mean, as long
as the members are good.
I remember you saying a few
of them get a little antsy.
-Yeah, I mean,
you can't blame them, right?
Everybody's safe
in the dark web.
Complete anonymity.
That's why they're here.
But all hell could break loose
if there's any type
of identity leak.
We don't need that,
and they don't want that.
-Copy that.
-Alright.
I gotta head back to the Zoom.
...I don't give a fuck
how long it takes.
We have to find her.
How many times
did you do this?
And here you go,
trying to change it,
make it different.
Don't make shit different,
Kristi.
God damn!
Like, don't make it new.
This isn't fucking fashion.
We don't need --
We don't -- Fuck!
You keep tryna change shit.
We don't need -- we don't need
this year's killing.
This is not fucking
Louis Vuitton. Like, God damn!
Like, you know what this is!
You know what this is.
Damn.
I don't know
if you really calculating
what the fuck is going on
with this shit.
We don't get paid
if we don't kill this bitch.
Acorn not just about to wire us
the money 'cause we tried.
No fucking "trying" with this.
We have to find her.
-Well, what about Acorn?
-What about 'em?
-I mean, if we don't
score a kill,
they're gonna kill us.
-Fuck is you so scary?
We have to focus.
You see all these cameras
around this motherfucker?
-Who is it?
-It's the Cleaner.
-What did he say?
-Want to know if it's time.
-What'd you tell him?
-I told him no.
What the fuck else
I'mma tell him?
Told him to text me back
in a little bit.
Now let's get this bitch,
please.
I'm tired of arguing
with you, babe.
I'm tired of playing
fucking games.
The fuck?
You leave the stove on?
-No.
-Open the door, man.
She's setting them up.
Uh, the Marines.
-Erica!
Fuck!
-Look what the cat dragged in.
-Fuck you.
-You're no longer polite.
-So, this is what you
and your wife do?
Lure innocent women
in your home, torture them,
for a game?
Whore ass bitch. Slut.
-You got to wait for that.
-You have video, Mr. Pennington.
-We're getting a bit
concerned over here.
She's not going to escape,
is she?
-That's a negative.
-If she kills the wife,
what happens then?
-As you are already aware,
Mr. Pennington,
the Cleaner
is just five minutes away.
-What if the Cleaner fails, too?
That's never happened.
You've met your fucking match.
-Come on out, bitch!
-Fuck.
-Pick up the phone.
Pick up the phone.
Pick up the fucking phone!
-Hello. Please leave
your message after the tone.
-Yeah.
-Okay, we got a code red
on the set.
The talent killed Team Alpha,
and the Cleaner is in danger.
I need you, like, already there.
-Copy that.
-Hey.
-Fucker.
-Do you have sunscreen
in your closet?
-Excuse me?
-Well, it's hot
where you are now.
88 degrees, to be exact.
Do you think this is
the only thing I am watching?
Failure is a terrible thing.
Do you have pets?
-Yes.
-I have a dog.
His name's Samuel.
Uh, he's named after
Samuel Clemens.
Great man.
He had a brother, and I
trained them both together.
I trained them myself.
Unfortunately, his brother
just couldn't figure it out,
and he failed.
He's buried in my backyard
under my wife's bougainvillea.
We have big yards in Texas.
Perhaps one day
you'll come for a visit.
-Finisher.
Let's put our investor's mind
at ease now.
The talent was great.
She stole the show.
But it's time now.
Do what you do.
-Night games, night games
Gotta stay alive
playing night games
-Playing night games
-Unh, trust nobody
-No one
-Love could be they hobby
They might drop you,
don't get bodied
Playing night games
They might never
find your body
How you gon' survive?
You was on a dinner date,
now you on Fox 5
You ain't even know
the stakes
Shit is rare,
but you gotta stay
Ready, no mistakes
'Fore you end up in the air
Or the bottom of the lake
Dead weight,
need a life save
Better keep your guard up,
elevate
Surviving the night
Kill or you die
It's nowhere to hide
Fight for your life
Forget what you thought
Everything is a lie
Surviving the night
Gotta survive
I'm done with these
night games
Night games
Gotta stay alive
playing night games
Done with these night games
Oh, gotta stay alive
playing night games
Unh, caught me slipping
like some black ice
Now I'm blacked out
Wake up with
a duffel bag mask
Hands tied down,
I don't know how
But I don't got time
to be worried about it
Only thing on my mind
is escaping
Am I fully surrounded?
They rip the bag off
Panic room with dim lights,
I'm seeing shadows
My heart beating
too fast, though
All I hear is
whispers behind me
I'm smelling gas, so
Lean footsteps sound heavy
stepping on glass
-Oh, no
-How did I get myself
into this?
How do I get myself
out this shit?
Gotta stay composed
like I'm Ludwig
Gotta find a way out,
I'm all in
Surviving the night
Kill or you die
It's nowhere to hide
Fight for your life
Forget what you thought
Everything is a lie
Surviving the night
Gotta survive
I'm done with these
night games
Night games
Gotta stay alive
playing night games
Done with these night games
Whoa, gotta stay alive
playing night games
-Oh, no
How did I get myself
into this?
How do I get myself
out this shit?
Gotta stay composed
like I'm Ludwig
Gotta find a way out,
I'm all in
Surviving the night
Kill or you die
It's nowhere to hide
Fight for your life
Forget what you thought
Everything is a lie
Surviving the night
Gotta survive
I'm done with these
night games
Night games
Gotta stay alive
playing night games
Done with these night games
Whoa, gotta stay alive
playing night games
Oh, no
How did I get myself
into this?
How do I get myself
out this shit?
Gotta stay composed
like I'm Ludwig
Gotta find a way out,
I'm all in