Top Floor (2025) Movie Script
Julia, please.
What's your take
on this with fashion?
Julia, are you getting
the games to play at Francisco?
Julia.
Julia, can we take a picture, please?
It's all good.
System error.
What the hell is this?
Come on.
It's fuck.
Great.
We're sorry, your call
cannot be completed as dialed.
We're sorry...
No.
Come on.
Hello?
Hello?
Anyone?
Woohoo.
I'm stuck.
I'm stuck in this elevator.
If you can hear me.
Hello?
Hello?
Come on, come on.
Come on.
What the...
This can't be happening.
Emergency operator.
How may I help you?
Yes, yes, hello.
I'm stuck in an elevator.
Everything is jammed,
so help me unlock the doors.
Hello?
Hello, can you hear me?
Yes.
Please remain calm
and start by telling me
where you are.
I don't know.
I had a car accident, I think.
I don't know, I actually don't...
I don't know how I ended up here.
It's weird.
Okay, listen, it's late, I'm tired,
I just want to go home.
So just get me out of here.
It's not that simple.
Wait, wait, wait.
I don't, I don't think
you know who I am.
Come on, just locate me
for fuck's sake.
We won't be here all night.
One moment.
Well then...
I asked you for one moment.
Are you fucking kidding me?
Can you just hurry up
and send me someone?
You can start by being polite.
Hello?
Oh my God.
Good evening, sir.
Could you please help me
get out of here?
Sir, please.
If you don't tell me where you are,
it's going to be complicated, Miss.
Do you know how many
elevators there are
in the New York region alone?
Well, can't you just locate me
by figuring out which cabin
I'm actually calling from?
I might be able to,
but maybe I'm just fed up
with obnoxious people like you
yelling at me all day long.
Please.
Help me.
There should be
a six digit serial number
engraved in one
of the corners of the cab.
Can you tell me what it is?
I got it.
It's 10.1620.05.
I'm sorry,
but the figures don't correspond
to any elevator in service.
What are you talking about?
That is impossible.
Are you sure about the numbers
you gave me?
Yes, yes, it's 10.1620.
And then zero and then five.
I'm going to check something
on my software.
Please wait a moment.
Yeah, if I had a choice.
Can you see me?
Miss?
Yes.
I'm sorry,
but all our specialized technicians
are currently unavailable
and I have no way of locating you.
Okay, but what do people do
when they get stuck in an elevator?
They take the trouble patiently.
Okay, I don't care.
You know, just call
the fire department, the police.
Just do something.
This is not the procedure.
I don't care about your shitty
fucking procedure, okay?
I don't want to be stuck here
for a thousand years.
Oh.
Can I smoke at least?
Isn't there a detector?
There is one, but only contact
with fire can trigger it.
Smoking will only increase
your heart rate.
So
are you going to help me or not?
Do you know what the number one
means for transport in New York is?
Not the car,
not the plane, not the train.
But the elevator.
So what?
So every day, elevators handle
more than 100 million transports
in New York alone.
Covering a million kilometers
or 20 times around the earth.
Okay, can you just do something
instead of talking to yourself?
I'm stuck.
Can you imagine what it's like
to circle the earth
25 times in one day?
It's phenomenal.
I got it.
Do you have an Internet connection
where you are?
You see, because I'm an influencer,
and I have 12 million followers,
so there must be a post
or a story from someone
that will tell you
where I am for sure.
You don't have 12 million followers.
Your account has
11,924,526
followers in total.
So
Are you going to help locate me?
I already know where you are
and who you really are.
Sorry?
You were born 30 years ago,
almost to the day, on October 16th,
at five past midnight
at the Grand Hall Clinic in New York.
It was raining hard,
with a westerly wind that night.
The temperature was 22 degrees,
and the atmospheric pressure
was 1008.7 hPa.
Greg, you were such a fucking idiot.
Tess?
Tess.
Were you in on it, too?
Okay, you know what?
You guys got me.
Okay, bruh?
Fucking genius.
Okay, you guys can stop
your bullshit now.
Tess, Greg.
Oh, oh, I see.
I want a little dance
before we get drunk.
Okay, let's get drunk now.
This isn't funny anymore.
Greg. Tess.
Are we going to party?
Are you going to leave me
locked up here for my 30th birthday?
Tess.
Greg.
Greg's in the hospital, Julia.
As for Tess, she's desperately
trying to locate you.
What?
I've been watching you
for a long time, Julia.
Or maybe should I say, Juliet?
How'd you know my real...
On March 23rd, 1857,
Elisha Otis installed
the world's first elevator
in the E.V. Haughwout & Company,
a French porcelain
and glassware store
on the corner of Broadway
and Broome Street.
Okay, let me out.
Let me out.
You're wearing
yourself out for nothing.
All the latest models
installed in the towers,
have a system known as tranquility.
The doors are now equipped
with a thin layer
of liquid fiberglass,
which has the particularity
to isolate sound.
What do you want from me?
Let's play a game together, Julia.
There are 52 floors in this tower.
I'm going to ask you
several questions,
and you'll have to answer them
or solve a riddle
within a given time.
For each correct answer,
I'll take the elevator
up another ten floors.
If you answer every question
without lying,
then maybe at the end
of our journey together,
you'll still be alive.
You listen to me, you motherfucker.
Do you think this is the first time
I've been threatened?
Okay, I know a lot of people.
And you don't know
what I'm capable of.
So I would quit your delusional
bullshit right now.
Got it?
I can destroy your life.
Every morning when you get up, Julia,
you turn on your phone
and log on to your social media.
You think you're connected to others,
but you've never been connected
to yourself for even a second.
What you put in my bottle.
I prepared a special cocktail
for you while you were asleep.
A blend of pure MDMA crystals
mixed with a brand-new
synthetic drug,
HP three.
Question number one.
As you're about to marry Greg,
do you really prefer men
or women, Julia?
Tonight the whole world
will finally get to see the real you.
How did you do that?
That is
That is fucking impossible.
That is fucking not possible.
That is not fucking possible.
Happy birthday, my hottie.
I freaked out so much.
I'm such a
Such a freaking idiot.
Yeah, I know.
It was just a prank.
Is Greg on it, too?
No.
And tonight it's just you and me.
Yeah.
I love you, baby.
Happy birthday.
Make sure you stay in here.
You're crazy.
Orgasmic euphoria is explained
by the activation
of an area of the brain
known as the reward system,
which is also involved
in addiction to drugs
or any other source of pleasure.
We could compare the addictive effect
with that experienced by teenagers
in need of recognition
on social media.
Don't you think?
Julia,
everything is done
to get them hooked.
From an early age,
like and reward system
impacts the brain
and creates an instantaneous addiction.
This is a nightmare.
This is a fucking nightmare.
Your audience is 87% male.
Lesbians don't sell as well
to the brands you target.
Is that why you have to hide
your true nature, Julia?
Now answer the question, Julia.
Do you prefer men or women?
Fucking nightmare.
This is a nightmare.
This is a fucking nightmare.
I'm going to fucking wake up.
I'm going to wake up.
I'm going to fucking wake up.
Now get me out of here.
Let me out, you fucking psycho.
Let me out.
Too bad for you, Julia.
No.
No.
What are you doing?
No.
Next time you'll fall even further
if you refuse to answer.
I assure you that at this height,
with a speed of 20 miles/second,
you won't be so pretty
to look at any more.
I'll repeat question number one
for the last time.
Do you prefer men or...
Women. Okay, I prefer women.
You fucking happy now?
Correct answer.
Help.
I'm being held hostage
by a madman in this elevator, okay?
Don't know where I am.
Please, guys, fucking help me.
Don't leave me here.
Please help me.
Why are you doing it to me?
You such fucking pervert.
What are you doing to me?
What are you doing?
No.
No.
What are you doing?
No.
All right, then.
We can move on to the next question.
Now that I've got your full attention.
Who.
Who are you?
Question number two.
Why didn't you ever show up
for that theater audition
15 years ago, Julia.
Okay, who are you?
Who
Who am I talking to?
Fifteen years ago,
you stood up all your friends
in drama class.
And on audition day,
it wasn't just you
who was eliminated.
It was the whole group.
Were you already
a selfish little brat, Julia?
Or did you have a valid reason
for doing this to your only friends?
I won't answer any more questions
until I know who I'm talking to.
You even had the nerve
to make your mother believe
that you failed the audition.
But you and I both know
that you never actually
showed up, Julia.
So question number two is why...
I was terrified, okay?
I was scared, okay?
I was terrified to go on stage
in front of all these people.
I was scared of failure.
I guess I always cared
what other people thought of me,
and I was a coward.
And it's true I never did
apologize to the others, okay?
If you're watching me, I'm sorry.
I'm genuinely sorry.
Now tell me what you want,
you fucking son of a bitch.
Tell me. What?
Maybe at first
I was your biggest fan, Julia.
I used to marvel
at each of your new posts.
But little by little,
you locked me up
against my will
in a world of complexes.
Maybe it made me sick
to want to live
in your artificial reality.
Tess?
Tess, is that you, baby?
Only you could have had
those videos of us.
Tess, why would you do this to me?
Tess, if it's you, answer me.
Say something, okay?
Tess, just let me out, okay?
Please.
Tess, let me out.
Don't leave me in here.
Why?
Why would you do this to me?
The problem is that you've hurt
so many people
that there are just
as many possibilities, Julia.
I'm not even talking about all
those prepubescent teenagers
who make themselves
throw up on the sly
in the hope of looking
like you one day.
The ones who spend more time
at the plastic surgeons
having Botox injected
into their buttocks and lips
rather than going to school.
And all to better resemble you
and fit those hideous filters
that are the new beauty dictator.
Maybe I'm one of them, Julia.
Just stop, okay?
Stop with your bullshit
and your moral lessons, okay?
Just let me out, okay?
Let me the fuck out of here.
Your vertical hell has just begun.
Please, I beg you.
Help me get her out of this elevator.
Okay, so look, we contacted
the content manager
and yo, it's impossible
to locate her.
Okay, have you tried accessing
her account yourself?
No, I haven't thought about it.
First, I'm gonna need your password
so we can try to log into her account
and stop the live stream
ourselves, okay?
Yeah, of course.
Here.
Thank you.
So you have no idea
who could have set you up
and filmed you at the hotel
without your consent?
Anyone that would want to harm Julia,
that comes to mind.
No.
No.
I don't understand
where this image has come from.
It's a disaster for her
as it is for me.
So Mister Sisko is the last person
to have seen her, right?
That's right.
He's your boss and her manager?
Yeah.
Do you know where he is now?
Okay, great.
Let's go.
Even with the password,
we can't log her out
or stop the live stream.
Yeah, it's obvious
the entire thing is hacked.
The operator probably
has control over her profile,
the live stream,
and the elevator movements
from remotely.
I want everyone
in the apartment on this, okay?
Now I want us to locate
the IP address
of the elevator's camera.
If we can find
where it's transmitting from,
we can find Julia.
Come on, let's go.
Move it.
Let's go, okay?
I've already told you
that you're wasting your time, Julia.
No one will come to help you.
It was you that locked me up
in here, right?
Okay, I don't
I don't know how you did it.
But if you let me out, we can both
work something out, okay?
I'll give you money.
Lots of money.
Come on.
What'd you say?
You let me out.
We have a face to face,
just you and me.
I promise I won't go to the cops.
Really?
Yes.
Yes, you have my word.
Just let me out and we can just talk.
So
And where would you meet me to talk?
I don't know.
Maybe a quiet restaurant.
Interesting.
And then...
And then, I don't know, maybe...
I'll write you a check.
And then you disappear.
And then
we never have to talk about it,
you know, ever again.
So what did you say?
Let me out and I will
I'll meet you there.
Do you really think your body
or your money can get you
out of this elevator?
How silly you can be
sometimes, Julia.
Question number three.
There's a USB flash drive
in your bag, Julia.
What's on it?
So what?
What does that have to do with me?
Okay, that has nothing
to do with me.
What does that have to do
with you, Julia?
You and I both know
who tricked all those men
and brought them down one by one.
Who knew how to become
a weapon of mass seduction,
to destroy the lives of honest men?
Who was it?
Just leave me alone, okay?
Stop talking.
Stop.
Empty your purse onto the floor.
I was at the Millennium, okay?
I was meeting the CEO
of a big brand, okay?
We talked till late
about a contract
for the Saudi market, okay?
That's all.
Stop messing with us, Julia.
Tell us what happened next.
No, no, no, no.
Don't.
Don't join.
Please don't.
My elevator, my rules, Julia.
This man, he was...
He was just exploring his fantasies.
Just like that elected official
who sent you a video of himself
masturbating
and ended up on YouTube
for all to see.
Do you ever feel remorse
for what you've become, Julia?
I had no choice, okay?
I had...
I had no choice.
How many times
have you had to accept
the unacceptable, Julia?
All this to conquer
an ever increasing audience,
an ever increasing number
of followers
to whom you can sell
anything and everything?
How long have you been spying on me?
Greg won't blackmail
you anymore, Julia.
I know your secret, too.
We're going to set you free tonight.
And no one will ever be able
to control or abuse you again.
Shut up.
I promise.
Shut the fuck up.
No more coke parties
where you have to bang him
and his associate till all hours
just for his pleasure.
Shut up.
When you met him
at your first audition,
you were still a child.
You thought he would change
your destiny
and finally get you out of the hood.
And then social media came along.
You thought you'd landed
the role of a lifetime.
But in fact, it was your life, Julia,
that was about to be transformed
into a role.
Then you discovered his hidden side.
And despite yourself,
you became his weapon,
his compromise.
By using you to manipulate
all these men,
Greg then had the power
to put pressure on them.
That's how his influencer agency
came to be so important.
But why, Julia?
Why didn't you do something?
You could have run away
a thousand times,
slammed the door of his apartment
and never came back.
Okay, it was fucking too late.
I couldn't, okay?
I couldn't fucking go back.
You're a coward, Julia?
It's because of people like you
that the world is going to the dogs.
There was...
There was nothing I can do, okay?
What exactly do you want from me?
It's not about what you could do.
It's about what you didn't do, Julia.
You took part
in a campaign two years ago,
one where you did surveys
purely to collect data
about your followers.
Information that sells at a premium,
especially to political parties.
Everybody, okay?
Everybody is doing that.
Everyone.
So if everyone commits a crime,
committing one yourself
doesn't make you a criminal?
What crime?
Everything is perfectly legal.
It's the survey
companies that pay us, okay?
I...
I don't know
what they do with user data.
No idea.
Really, Julia?
Even last year,
when your beloved Greg sold the data
your millions of followers
to that new far right party.
Aren't you ashamed?
Your mother must have turned...
Don't you fucking talk
about my fucking mother.
I forbid you to talk about my mother.
You fucking psychopath.
Shut up.
Shut the fuck up.
Do you think your mother
would have been proud of you?
Of what you've become?
Don't you fucking talk
about my mother ever.
Stop.
She, who place so much hope
in your talent as an actress.
She, the housewife
who had given up her own dream
of becoming a novelist
so that her children
could live theirs, but in vain.
Now we know why on the day
of the final audition,
you didn't even have
the courage to show up.
Shut up, okay?
Shut the fuck up.
Just shut up.
This may be my chance.
Okay, if there's a power cut,
they must open.
Okay.
Come on, come on, come on.
Open.
Okay.
There must be a fucking way.
Greg, please help, okay?
I'm trapped in an elevator.
There's a madman
controlling everything, okay?
Please help me.
How could you do this to me?
You laid on a bitch.
I've lost everything.
Everything.
Why did you do that?
You fucking cunt.
Greg, what are you talking about?
I'm being held hostage
by a fucking pervert
and he's going to kill me.
Okay, you have to help me.
Call the cops.
Do something, but don't leave me
in this fucking elevator.
Please, my love.
You've never loved me, bitch.
Neither have I.
I assure you
that don't forget one thing.
If I'm going down,
you're going down with me.
So now get your hitchhike's ass
all day long.
Unless you die like a fucking whore.
Thanks to this, I could pass.
Fuck.
911, what's the matter
of your emergency?
I've reactivated the jammer.
Now it's just you and me, Julia.
No one else will be bothering us.
NYPD.
NYPD.
Open the door now.
Lily, come and see by yourself.
There are hundreds
of compromising files.
Even the DA.
What if it had been him all along
who planned all this?
No, it doesn't make sense.
It doesn't make sense.
Why would he kill his golden goose?
Destroy everything he's built
by compromising himself?
It doesn't make sense.
Everybody.
Everybody must be looking for me.
Everybody, okay?
Everybody must be looking for me.
I just have to hold on.
It's not going to last much longer.
Are you kidding, Julia?
We've only just started.
Question number four, Julia.
Who is the young man
in the photo, Julia?
Julia.
You have 30 seconds to respond.
Okay.
Okay, fine.
Okay, I'll answer
your freaking question.
All right, Julia?
Go ahead.
It's Max.
And who is Max?
Let me help you a little bit.
Help.
We just had a car accident
getting off the US 21 and my...
Stop!
Stuck in the car, and the car
is sticking in the lake.
So I beg you.
You have no fun.
He's sinking.
He's sinking right now.
And I don't know what to do.
Please, you have to hurry.
I beg you, please.
He's my little brother.
I don't know what to do.
You have to go.
Please.
Please.
He was my brother, okay?
My little brother.
He was my brother.
Correct answer, Julia.
I put traps everywhere
in the elevator.
If you try to climb up,
you'll end up decapitated.
Now come back down.
Come back down, Julia.
Why isn't anyone coming for me?
You'll follow it.
Why?
We get to see the real...
Just shut up, okay?
Just go on
with your bullshit question
so we can fucking get it over with.
You'd be nothing without them.
Without your followers.
All those thousands of little eyes
that spy on you,
admire you and envy you
24 hours a day,
seven days a week.
You owe them everything.
Yeah, fuck you.
Fuck all my followers.
Yeah, everyone.
Everyone watching me here die
instead of helping me.
Do you have no shame?
You're fucking animals.
And fuck all those bitches
with their disgusting skin
and cheap perfume that reek of cheap.
And fuck all those pervs,
you know, that send me dick pics
thinking it's going to turn me on.
You deserve to burn in hell.
And fuck all those trolls and sluts
that hide behind their computers
and usernames to run me down
while their men jerk off to me
every fucking night.
So yeah, fuck you.
Fuck every single one of you.
You happy now?
Yeah, just a fucking superficial cunt
who makes money in this shitty world
by giving people what they crave.
Because this world, yeah this world
is fucking greedy
for entertainment, okay?
They strive on it.
Because if we had
the misfortune of looking,
even for a split second
of everything going on around us,
well, our minds might fucking explode.
Julia, finally,
the truth in its purest form.
Go to hell.
Not just yet, Julia.
There is still one more question left.
If all goes according to plan,
we'll soon be celebrating
your birthday together
on the top floor.
I don't feel so good.
You're having a claustrophobic attack.
If you don't calm down,
your muscles will tense up
and you'll end up
with a panic attack.
You don't even know
how to breathe anymore, Julia.
You're a prisoner in your own body.
Paralyzed, fragile, vulnerable.
That's how your audience
wants to see you.
Thanks to me, you're going to be
more than just an influencer star.
You're going to be a legend.
An example.
A sacrifice for society.
What are you doing to me?
Please stop.
Please stop doing this to me, okay?
What did I ever do to you?
Please get all this stuff.
Just make it stop.
In here.
Calm down, Julia.
And breathe in the gas slowly.
It's for your own good.
Please stop.
Stop.
Are you sure this is the right tower?
There's only one building
in New York with 52 floors,
and it's in Manhattan, okay?
The operator give himself away.
What if we're too late?
She'll fucking die.
We're around the corner, okay?
We're going to find her.
Yeah, like you found Greg?
Listen, there's police officers
everywhere at the airport.
There's no way his jet will take off.
It's only a matter of time.
Now I would advise you
to stop watching
the live stream, okay?
Oh, God.
Faster, please, Michael.
Wake up, Julia.
Soon the stroke of midnight
will sound your birthday or your death
if you don't answer
the last question.
But before that, I prepared
a little challenge for you.
There's a trunk
hidden under the flooring
next to the control panel.
Take it.
What is it?
Open it.
I've called this challenge
Dinner Is Served.
Either you eat the rabbit
or we give your father a quick call
and tell him the truth
about the night of the accident.
Enough, okay?
You leave my dad out of this.
You have 30 seconds
to decide, Julia.
How far will you go to hide
the truth from your poor father?
Leave my dad alone, okay?
You fucking bastard.
Leave me alone.
The ball is in your court,
my little vegetarian.
I'm sorry.
Sorry, cutie.
No.
No.
Hello?
Hello?
Juliet.
Is that you, my darling?
Juliet.
Is that you?
Talk to me.
Dad.
Juliet, I don't hear you well.
How's it...
How's it going, Dad?
I...
I was just calling
to tell you that I miss you.
Yeah.
I miss you and...
And I'm sorry.
I'm...
I'm sorry.
I...
I know...
I know I never came home after...
After Max died.
I was...
I was scared.
I was really, really scared.
And...
And then when mom got sick, I...
I was lost.
I didn't
I didn't know what to do.
So I was a coward.
I...
I should have...
I should have been there for you.
You were all alone.
Max was gone.
I was gone.
Mom was
really sick.
She...
She was on her way out
and you were alone.
Tell him the truth, Julia.
Tell him what happened
that night with Max.
I think about you.
And every day.
I hope that you
that you tell me that you forgive me.
Because I
I love you.
I love you so fucking much.
And I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry, Dad.
I'm sorry.
I love you.
I love you.
Are you there?
No, don't hang up, Juliet.
Don't hang up.
No, no. Don't hang up.
Stay a little bit more.
Stay alive.
All right, Julia.
You've made your choice.
You still prefer the lie
to the cold-hearted truth?
I couldn't break his heart
a second time.
I couldn't.
In this case,
Bon Apptit, Julia.
Enjoy your meal.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Sorry.
I'm warning you, if you puke,
I'll make you eat it back again.
Don't forget to chew well.
You need to build up your strength.
Mister Rabbit would have had
a useful existence.
Fattened up
by a spoiled brat himself.
Raised in front of tablets all day long.
What generation
are we creating, Julia?
But in these digital cogs,
you and I are going to be
the grain of sand.
The first spark that ignites
the beginning of a new world.
There are people
that love me, you know.
And no matter what you do,
they're going to find you,
and you're going to
fucking pay for it, okay?
You're never going to get away
with it, you motherfucker.
Never.
You've been wrong for so long, Julia.
What is love if not actions?
But in your world,
everything is virtual and chit chat.
It's the overkill of nothing worthy,
the added value
of void and nothingness.
Except when it's to get
a little buzz going.
I have a quarter hour of fame.
Otherwise, you know very well
that nobody has any compassion
for anybody these days.
The misfortune of some has become
the entertainment of others.
Just like tonight.
Your audience prefers
to watch you die
live in an elevator.
Oh.
Staring at their smartphones
like junkies.
They're going to let me out.
Loneliness has become a business.
In Asia, there will soon be
more domestic robots
produced than there are
births per year.
The world is becoming
a gigantic digital
and virtual platform.
We are doomed in advance
by the technology
we ourselves have created.
And you, Julia, like many others,
have played your part in all this.
You've become the face
of this technology,
of this way of life,
or rather, of this slow death.
You can't break it, Julia.
There will always be
another screen to replace it.
You've reached the top floor.
Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
Anyone here?
Please, I'm hurt.
I need help.
Hello?
Help. Help. Hurry. Hurry.
Did you really think you could
get rid of me that easily, Julia?
I see you still have a phobia of dogs.
How'd you know so much about me?
Max.
Max, do...
Is it you that's doing all this?
Max.
Maxie.
Answer me.
And I'm...
This photo was generated
by Artificial Intelligence.
It's just an illusion, Julia.
An illusion that shows
what your brother
would look like
if he was still alive.
How to tell the difference
between the real and the virtual
when even our five senses
can be deceived and manipulated?
How do you expect the world
not to go completely mad?
Why are you trying
to fucking hurt me so bad?
Why?
Tell me what do I fucking to you?
Evil is necessary
when it can no longer
be set apart from good.
It's almost midnight.
We can finally get to
the last question, Julia.
No.
No.
What are you doing, okay?
What?
You are a reflection
of your error, Julia.
Pathetic.
Why?
Why is it so hot in here?
What the fuck did you fucking do?
What are you...
The truth always warms up, Julia.
The closer you get to it,
the hotter it burns.
It will soon be 180 degrees Celsius
in the cabin.
Oh, you'll cook slowly.
You have eleven minutes to live.
First, your heart
will start beating faster
and you'll end up suffocating.
Then your skin will slowly peel away
from your bones,
but you'll still be conscious.
The network moderators
won't be able to do a thing
because I've been planning this
for months, Julia.
Your adventure
and your quest for truth
will be shown over and over again
in the newsfeeds
of every media in the world
for at least the next two weeks.
Even then,
you'll still be living in images
like a digital ghost
condemned to wander forever
in the infinite cloud.
If you don't want to cook, Julia,
find a way to stop the heat.
Or answer question number five.
Who really killed Max?
What a night.
Woo hoo.
You smell like fucking vodka.
Okay, we're only 2 miles away
from the house, loser.
So come on, get in the car.
Already bad enough
that I have to drive you home
even though it's my birthday.
Technically, it's not
your birthday yet.
And why'd you make me
leave during truth to dare?
Because it's not fair.
You're still a baby, okay?
Come on, get in the car.
Give them back, you fucking idiots.
Get them back.
Give them back.
If dad knows what state you drive
his golf cart in, you're done.
Okay.
If you say a word, a single word,
I'm never never taking you
anywhere ever again.
Got it?
Am I clear?
Yeah.
Now do you remember, Julia?
Take it easy.
You...
Slow down.
killed Max, Julia.
Slow down.
You...
Slow the fuck down.
Killed your little brother.
Please.
Please stop.
Stop.
Slow down, please.
Slow down, please.
What have you done, Julia?
Stop.
Stop move so fast.
Stop.
Stop.
I fucking did it.
I fucking did it.
Fucking better truth.
And the Lord's going to
wake up a lot of fucking people,
you know?
Faster.
If you don't have a fucking time,
you have to let me out.
Got to let me out
and you're going to get caught.
Are you silent now?
Huh?
You're running for your life?
Yeah, but you have to run.
Run fucking fast, you know,
because all sides need to.
Better or you got to.
Fucking son of a fucking bitch.
If it's water you want,
Julia, no problem.
I'll give you water.
No.
You've always loved water,
Julia, haven't you?
If Greg hadn't had connections
in the New York State police,
the falsifying your toxicology report,
you would have paid, Julia,
like everyone else.
And your father
would have known the truth.
Max.
Max.
Max, you got to wake up.
Max, wake up.
Wake up.
I need you to wake up.
Wake up.
Come on.
Fucking wake up.
But instead, you made
a deal with the devil.
Greg would keep you a secret.
And in return, you'd become his puppet.
Hello?
Yeah.
Yes.
I need your help.
My brother and I just got into
a car accident getting off the US 21.
He's still stuck in the car.
He's sinking in the lake.
So I need you to come help us now.
I beg you.
You have to come.
I don't
I don't know what to do.
I don't know.
Please, I beg you.
I need it.
I need it now.
No, you stay here.
What?
At least now your whole audience
will know that you're a murderer
and a liar.
And just like Max,
no one's going to help you
while you're drowning.
You wanted the buzz
of the century, Julia.
You'll have it.
I'm offering you death.
Lies.
It's finally midnight.
Happy birthday, Julia.
Don't take too long.
It's 820, Mister Maxim Hoffman.
You're under arrest for the kidnapping,
illegal confinement,
and murder of your sister,
Julia Hoffman.
You will be extradited
to the state of New York tonight.
Now turn around slowly.
Turn around.
Now, hands where I can see them.
Why?
Why?
I needed to send a message
to the entire world.
In order to do so,
I had to kill Julia.
Emergency operator.
How can I help you?
Let's play a game, Julia.
What's your take
on this with fashion?
Julia, are you getting
the games to play at Francisco?
Julia.
Julia, can we take a picture, please?
It's all good.
System error.
What the hell is this?
Come on.
It's fuck.
Great.
We're sorry, your call
cannot be completed as dialed.
We're sorry...
No.
Come on.
Hello?
Hello?
Anyone?
Woohoo.
I'm stuck.
I'm stuck in this elevator.
If you can hear me.
Hello?
Hello?
Come on, come on.
Come on.
What the...
This can't be happening.
Emergency operator.
How may I help you?
Yes, yes, hello.
I'm stuck in an elevator.
Everything is jammed,
so help me unlock the doors.
Hello?
Hello, can you hear me?
Yes.
Please remain calm
and start by telling me
where you are.
I don't know.
I had a car accident, I think.
I don't know, I actually don't...
I don't know how I ended up here.
It's weird.
Okay, listen, it's late, I'm tired,
I just want to go home.
So just get me out of here.
It's not that simple.
Wait, wait, wait.
I don't, I don't think
you know who I am.
Come on, just locate me
for fuck's sake.
We won't be here all night.
One moment.
Well then...
I asked you for one moment.
Are you fucking kidding me?
Can you just hurry up
and send me someone?
You can start by being polite.
Hello?
Oh my God.
Good evening, sir.
Could you please help me
get out of here?
Sir, please.
If you don't tell me where you are,
it's going to be complicated, Miss.
Do you know how many
elevators there are
in the New York region alone?
Well, can't you just locate me
by figuring out which cabin
I'm actually calling from?
I might be able to,
but maybe I'm just fed up
with obnoxious people like you
yelling at me all day long.
Please.
Help me.
There should be
a six digit serial number
engraved in one
of the corners of the cab.
Can you tell me what it is?
I got it.
It's 10.1620.05.
I'm sorry,
but the figures don't correspond
to any elevator in service.
What are you talking about?
That is impossible.
Are you sure about the numbers
you gave me?
Yes, yes, it's 10.1620.
And then zero and then five.
I'm going to check something
on my software.
Please wait a moment.
Yeah, if I had a choice.
Can you see me?
Miss?
Yes.
I'm sorry,
but all our specialized technicians
are currently unavailable
and I have no way of locating you.
Okay, but what do people do
when they get stuck in an elevator?
They take the trouble patiently.
Okay, I don't care.
You know, just call
the fire department, the police.
Just do something.
This is not the procedure.
I don't care about your shitty
fucking procedure, okay?
I don't want to be stuck here
for a thousand years.
Oh.
Can I smoke at least?
Isn't there a detector?
There is one, but only contact
with fire can trigger it.
Smoking will only increase
your heart rate.
So
are you going to help me or not?
Do you know what the number one
means for transport in New York is?
Not the car,
not the plane, not the train.
But the elevator.
So what?
So every day, elevators handle
more than 100 million transports
in New York alone.
Covering a million kilometers
or 20 times around the earth.
Okay, can you just do something
instead of talking to yourself?
I'm stuck.
Can you imagine what it's like
to circle the earth
25 times in one day?
It's phenomenal.
I got it.
Do you have an Internet connection
where you are?
You see, because I'm an influencer,
and I have 12 million followers,
so there must be a post
or a story from someone
that will tell you
where I am for sure.
You don't have 12 million followers.
Your account has
11,924,526
followers in total.
So
Are you going to help locate me?
I already know where you are
and who you really are.
Sorry?
You were born 30 years ago,
almost to the day, on October 16th,
at five past midnight
at the Grand Hall Clinic in New York.
It was raining hard,
with a westerly wind that night.
The temperature was 22 degrees,
and the atmospheric pressure
was 1008.7 hPa.
Greg, you were such a fucking idiot.
Tess?
Tess.
Were you in on it, too?
Okay, you know what?
You guys got me.
Okay, bruh?
Fucking genius.
Okay, you guys can stop
your bullshit now.
Tess, Greg.
Oh, oh, I see.
I want a little dance
before we get drunk.
Okay, let's get drunk now.
This isn't funny anymore.
Greg. Tess.
Are we going to party?
Are you going to leave me
locked up here for my 30th birthday?
Tess.
Greg.
Greg's in the hospital, Julia.
As for Tess, she's desperately
trying to locate you.
What?
I've been watching you
for a long time, Julia.
Or maybe should I say, Juliet?
How'd you know my real...
On March 23rd, 1857,
Elisha Otis installed
the world's first elevator
in the E.V. Haughwout & Company,
a French porcelain
and glassware store
on the corner of Broadway
and Broome Street.
Okay, let me out.
Let me out.
You're wearing
yourself out for nothing.
All the latest models
installed in the towers,
have a system known as tranquility.
The doors are now equipped
with a thin layer
of liquid fiberglass,
which has the particularity
to isolate sound.
What do you want from me?
Let's play a game together, Julia.
There are 52 floors in this tower.
I'm going to ask you
several questions,
and you'll have to answer them
or solve a riddle
within a given time.
For each correct answer,
I'll take the elevator
up another ten floors.
If you answer every question
without lying,
then maybe at the end
of our journey together,
you'll still be alive.
You listen to me, you motherfucker.
Do you think this is the first time
I've been threatened?
Okay, I know a lot of people.
And you don't know
what I'm capable of.
So I would quit your delusional
bullshit right now.
Got it?
I can destroy your life.
Every morning when you get up, Julia,
you turn on your phone
and log on to your social media.
You think you're connected to others,
but you've never been connected
to yourself for even a second.
What you put in my bottle.
I prepared a special cocktail
for you while you were asleep.
A blend of pure MDMA crystals
mixed with a brand-new
synthetic drug,
HP three.
Question number one.
As you're about to marry Greg,
do you really prefer men
or women, Julia?
Tonight the whole world
will finally get to see the real you.
How did you do that?
That is
That is fucking impossible.
That is fucking not possible.
That is not fucking possible.
Happy birthday, my hottie.
I freaked out so much.
I'm such a
Such a freaking idiot.
Yeah, I know.
It was just a prank.
Is Greg on it, too?
No.
And tonight it's just you and me.
Yeah.
I love you, baby.
Happy birthday.
Make sure you stay in here.
You're crazy.
Orgasmic euphoria is explained
by the activation
of an area of the brain
known as the reward system,
which is also involved
in addiction to drugs
or any other source of pleasure.
We could compare the addictive effect
with that experienced by teenagers
in need of recognition
on social media.
Don't you think?
Julia,
everything is done
to get them hooked.
From an early age,
like and reward system
impacts the brain
and creates an instantaneous addiction.
This is a nightmare.
This is a fucking nightmare.
Your audience is 87% male.
Lesbians don't sell as well
to the brands you target.
Is that why you have to hide
your true nature, Julia?
Now answer the question, Julia.
Do you prefer men or women?
Fucking nightmare.
This is a nightmare.
This is a fucking nightmare.
I'm going to fucking wake up.
I'm going to wake up.
I'm going to fucking wake up.
Now get me out of here.
Let me out, you fucking psycho.
Let me out.
Too bad for you, Julia.
No.
No.
What are you doing?
No.
Next time you'll fall even further
if you refuse to answer.
I assure you that at this height,
with a speed of 20 miles/second,
you won't be so pretty
to look at any more.
I'll repeat question number one
for the last time.
Do you prefer men or...
Women. Okay, I prefer women.
You fucking happy now?
Correct answer.
Help.
I'm being held hostage
by a madman in this elevator, okay?
Don't know where I am.
Please, guys, fucking help me.
Don't leave me here.
Please help me.
Why are you doing it to me?
You such fucking pervert.
What are you doing to me?
What are you doing?
No.
No.
What are you doing?
No.
All right, then.
We can move on to the next question.
Now that I've got your full attention.
Who.
Who are you?
Question number two.
Why didn't you ever show up
for that theater audition
15 years ago, Julia.
Okay, who are you?
Who
Who am I talking to?
Fifteen years ago,
you stood up all your friends
in drama class.
And on audition day,
it wasn't just you
who was eliminated.
It was the whole group.
Were you already
a selfish little brat, Julia?
Or did you have a valid reason
for doing this to your only friends?
I won't answer any more questions
until I know who I'm talking to.
You even had the nerve
to make your mother believe
that you failed the audition.
But you and I both know
that you never actually
showed up, Julia.
So question number two is why...
I was terrified, okay?
I was scared, okay?
I was terrified to go on stage
in front of all these people.
I was scared of failure.
I guess I always cared
what other people thought of me,
and I was a coward.
And it's true I never did
apologize to the others, okay?
If you're watching me, I'm sorry.
I'm genuinely sorry.
Now tell me what you want,
you fucking son of a bitch.
Tell me. What?
Maybe at first
I was your biggest fan, Julia.
I used to marvel
at each of your new posts.
But little by little,
you locked me up
against my will
in a world of complexes.
Maybe it made me sick
to want to live
in your artificial reality.
Tess?
Tess, is that you, baby?
Only you could have had
those videos of us.
Tess, why would you do this to me?
Tess, if it's you, answer me.
Say something, okay?
Tess, just let me out, okay?
Please.
Tess, let me out.
Don't leave me in here.
Why?
Why would you do this to me?
The problem is that you've hurt
so many people
that there are just
as many possibilities, Julia.
I'm not even talking about all
those prepubescent teenagers
who make themselves
throw up on the sly
in the hope of looking
like you one day.
The ones who spend more time
at the plastic surgeons
having Botox injected
into their buttocks and lips
rather than going to school.
And all to better resemble you
and fit those hideous filters
that are the new beauty dictator.
Maybe I'm one of them, Julia.
Just stop, okay?
Stop with your bullshit
and your moral lessons, okay?
Just let me out, okay?
Let me the fuck out of here.
Your vertical hell has just begun.
Please, I beg you.
Help me get her out of this elevator.
Okay, so look, we contacted
the content manager
and yo, it's impossible
to locate her.
Okay, have you tried accessing
her account yourself?
No, I haven't thought about it.
First, I'm gonna need your password
so we can try to log into her account
and stop the live stream
ourselves, okay?
Yeah, of course.
Here.
Thank you.
So you have no idea
who could have set you up
and filmed you at the hotel
without your consent?
Anyone that would want to harm Julia,
that comes to mind.
No.
No.
I don't understand
where this image has come from.
It's a disaster for her
as it is for me.
So Mister Sisko is the last person
to have seen her, right?
That's right.
He's your boss and her manager?
Yeah.
Do you know where he is now?
Okay, great.
Let's go.
Even with the password,
we can't log her out
or stop the live stream.
Yeah, it's obvious
the entire thing is hacked.
The operator probably
has control over her profile,
the live stream,
and the elevator movements
from remotely.
I want everyone
in the apartment on this, okay?
Now I want us to locate
the IP address
of the elevator's camera.
If we can find
where it's transmitting from,
we can find Julia.
Come on, let's go.
Move it.
Let's go, okay?
I've already told you
that you're wasting your time, Julia.
No one will come to help you.
It was you that locked me up
in here, right?
Okay, I don't
I don't know how you did it.
But if you let me out, we can both
work something out, okay?
I'll give you money.
Lots of money.
Come on.
What'd you say?
You let me out.
We have a face to face,
just you and me.
I promise I won't go to the cops.
Really?
Yes.
Yes, you have my word.
Just let me out and we can just talk.
So
And where would you meet me to talk?
I don't know.
Maybe a quiet restaurant.
Interesting.
And then...
And then, I don't know, maybe...
I'll write you a check.
And then you disappear.
And then
we never have to talk about it,
you know, ever again.
So what did you say?
Let me out and I will
I'll meet you there.
Do you really think your body
or your money can get you
out of this elevator?
How silly you can be
sometimes, Julia.
Question number three.
There's a USB flash drive
in your bag, Julia.
What's on it?
So what?
What does that have to do with me?
Okay, that has nothing
to do with me.
What does that have to do
with you, Julia?
You and I both know
who tricked all those men
and brought them down one by one.
Who knew how to become
a weapon of mass seduction,
to destroy the lives of honest men?
Who was it?
Just leave me alone, okay?
Stop talking.
Stop.
Empty your purse onto the floor.
I was at the Millennium, okay?
I was meeting the CEO
of a big brand, okay?
We talked till late
about a contract
for the Saudi market, okay?
That's all.
Stop messing with us, Julia.
Tell us what happened next.
No, no, no, no.
Don't.
Don't join.
Please don't.
My elevator, my rules, Julia.
This man, he was...
He was just exploring his fantasies.
Just like that elected official
who sent you a video of himself
masturbating
and ended up on YouTube
for all to see.
Do you ever feel remorse
for what you've become, Julia?
I had no choice, okay?
I had...
I had no choice.
How many times
have you had to accept
the unacceptable, Julia?
All this to conquer
an ever increasing audience,
an ever increasing number
of followers
to whom you can sell
anything and everything?
How long have you been spying on me?
Greg won't blackmail
you anymore, Julia.
I know your secret, too.
We're going to set you free tonight.
And no one will ever be able
to control or abuse you again.
Shut up.
I promise.
Shut the fuck up.
No more coke parties
where you have to bang him
and his associate till all hours
just for his pleasure.
Shut up.
When you met him
at your first audition,
you were still a child.
You thought he would change
your destiny
and finally get you out of the hood.
And then social media came along.
You thought you'd landed
the role of a lifetime.
But in fact, it was your life, Julia,
that was about to be transformed
into a role.
Then you discovered his hidden side.
And despite yourself,
you became his weapon,
his compromise.
By using you to manipulate
all these men,
Greg then had the power
to put pressure on them.
That's how his influencer agency
came to be so important.
But why, Julia?
Why didn't you do something?
You could have run away
a thousand times,
slammed the door of his apartment
and never came back.
Okay, it was fucking too late.
I couldn't, okay?
I couldn't fucking go back.
You're a coward, Julia?
It's because of people like you
that the world is going to the dogs.
There was...
There was nothing I can do, okay?
What exactly do you want from me?
It's not about what you could do.
It's about what you didn't do, Julia.
You took part
in a campaign two years ago,
one where you did surveys
purely to collect data
about your followers.
Information that sells at a premium,
especially to political parties.
Everybody, okay?
Everybody is doing that.
Everyone.
So if everyone commits a crime,
committing one yourself
doesn't make you a criminal?
What crime?
Everything is perfectly legal.
It's the survey
companies that pay us, okay?
I...
I don't know
what they do with user data.
No idea.
Really, Julia?
Even last year,
when your beloved Greg sold the data
your millions of followers
to that new far right party.
Aren't you ashamed?
Your mother must have turned...
Don't you fucking talk
about my fucking mother.
I forbid you to talk about my mother.
You fucking psychopath.
Shut up.
Shut the fuck up.
Do you think your mother
would have been proud of you?
Of what you've become?
Don't you fucking talk
about my mother ever.
Stop.
She, who place so much hope
in your talent as an actress.
She, the housewife
who had given up her own dream
of becoming a novelist
so that her children
could live theirs, but in vain.
Now we know why on the day
of the final audition,
you didn't even have
the courage to show up.
Shut up, okay?
Shut the fuck up.
Just shut up.
This may be my chance.
Okay, if there's a power cut,
they must open.
Okay.
Come on, come on, come on.
Open.
Okay.
There must be a fucking way.
Greg, please help, okay?
I'm trapped in an elevator.
There's a madman
controlling everything, okay?
Please help me.
How could you do this to me?
You laid on a bitch.
I've lost everything.
Everything.
Why did you do that?
You fucking cunt.
Greg, what are you talking about?
I'm being held hostage
by a fucking pervert
and he's going to kill me.
Okay, you have to help me.
Call the cops.
Do something, but don't leave me
in this fucking elevator.
Please, my love.
You've never loved me, bitch.
Neither have I.
I assure you
that don't forget one thing.
If I'm going down,
you're going down with me.
So now get your hitchhike's ass
all day long.
Unless you die like a fucking whore.
Thanks to this, I could pass.
Fuck.
911, what's the matter
of your emergency?
I've reactivated the jammer.
Now it's just you and me, Julia.
No one else will be bothering us.
NYPD.
NYPD.
Open the door now.
Lily, come and see by yourself.
There are hundreds
of compromising files.
Even the DA.
What if it had been him all along
who planned all this?
No, it doesn't make sense.
It doesn't make sense.
Why would he kill his golden goose?
Destroy everything he's built
by compromising himself?
It doesn't make sense.
Everybody.
Everybody must be looking for me.
Everybody, okay?
Everybody must be looking for me.
I just have to hold on.
It's not going to last much longer.
Are you kidding, Julia?
We've only just started.
Question number four, Julia.
Who is the young man
in the photo, Julia?
Julia.
You have 30 seconds to respond.
Okay.
Okay, fine.
Okay, I'll answer
your freaking question.
All right, Julia?
Go ahead.
It's Max.
And who is Max?
Let me help you a little bit.
Help.
We just had a car accident
getting off the US 21 and my...
Stop!
Stuck in the car, and the car
is sticking in the lake.
So I beg you.
You have no fun.
He's sinking.
He's sinking right now.
And I don't know what to do.
Please, you have to hurry.
I beg you, please.
He's my little brother.
I don't know what to do.
You have to go.
Please.
Please.
He was my brother, okay?
My little brother.
He was my brother.
Correct answer, Julia.
I put traps everywhere
in the elevator.
If you try to climb up,
you'll end up decapitated.
Now come back down.
Come back down, Julia.
Why isn't anyone coming for me?
You'll follow it.
Why?
We get to see the real...
Just shut up, okay?
Just go on
with your bullshit question
so we can fucking get it over with.
You'd be nothing without them.
Without your followers.
All those thousands of little eyes
that spy on you,
admire you and envy you
24 hours a day,
seven days a week.
You owe them everything.
Yeah, fuck you.
Fuck all my followers.
Yeah, everyone.
Everyone watching me here die
instead of helping me.
Do you have no shame?
You're fucking animals.
And fuck all those bitches
with their disgusting skin
and cheap perfume that reek of cheap.
And fuck all those pervs,
you know, that send me dick pics
thinking it's going to turn me on.
You deserve to burn in hell.
And fuck all those trolls and sluts
that hide behind their computers
and usernames to run me down
while their men jerk off to me
every fucking night.
So yeah, fuck you.
Fuck every single one of you.
You happy now?
Yeah, just a fucking superficial cunt
who makes money in this shitty world
by giving people what they crave.
Because this world, yeah this world
is fucking greedy
for entertainment, okay?
They strive on it.
Because if we had
the misfortune of looking,
even for a split second
of everything going on around us,
well, our minds might fucking explode.
Julia, finally,
the truth in its purest form.
Go to hell.
Not just yet, Julia.
There is still one more question left.
If all goes according to plan,
we'll soon be celebrating
your birthday together
on the top floor.
I don't feel so good.
You're having a claustrophobic attack.
If you don't calm down,
your muscles will tense up
and you'll end up
with a panic attack.
You don't even know
how to breathe anymore, Julia.
You're a prisoner in your own body.
Paralyzed, fragile, vulnerable.
That's how your audience
wants to see you.
Thanks to me, you're going to be
more than just an influencer star.
You're going to be a legend.
An example.
A sacrifice for society.
What are you doing to me?
Please stop.
Please stop doing this to me, okay?
What did I ever do to you?
Please get all this stuff.
Just make it stop.
In here.
Calm down, Julia.
And breathe in the gas slowly.
It's for your own good.
Please stop.
Stop.
Are you sure this is the right tower?
There's only one building
in New York with 52 floors,
and it's in Manhattan, okay?
The operator give himself away.
What if we're too late?
She'll fucking die.
We're around the corner, okay?
We're going to find her.
Yeah, like you found Greg?
Listen, there's police officers
everywhere at the airport.
There's no way his jet will take off.
It's only a matter of time.
Now I would advise you
to stop watching
the live stream, okay?
Oh, God.
Faster, please, Michael.
Wake up, Julia.
Soon the stroke of midnight
will sound your birthday or your death
if you don't answer
the last question.
But before that, I prepared
a little challenge for you.
There's a trunk
hidden under the flooring
next to the control panel.
Take it.
What is it?
Open it.
I've called this challenge
Dinner Is Served.
Either you eat the rabbit
or we give your father a quick call
and tell him the truth
about the night of the accident.
Enough, okay?
You leave my dad out of this.
You have 30 seconds
to decide, Julia.
How far will you go to hide
the truth from your poor father?
Leave my dad alone, okay?
You fucking bastard.
Leave me alone.
The ball is in your court,
my little vegetarian.
I'm sorry.
Sorry, cutie.
No.
No.
Hello?
Hello?
Juliet.
Is that you, my darling?
Juliet.
Is that you?
Talk to me.
Dad.
Juliet, I don't hear you well.
How's it...
How's it going, Dad?
I...
I was just calling
to tell you that I miss you.
Yeah.
I miss you and...
And I'm sorry.
I'm...
I'm sorry.
I...
I know...
I know I never came home after...
After Max died.
I was...
I was scared.
I was really, really scared.
And...
And then when mom got sick, I...
I was lost.
I didn't
I didn't know what to do.
So I was a coward.
I...
I should have...
I should have been there for you.
You were all alone.
Max was gone.
I was gone.
Mom was
really sick.
She...
She was on her way out
and you were alone.
Tell him the truth, Julia.
Tell him what happened
that night with Max.
I think about you.
And every day.
I hope that you
that you tell me that you forgive me.
Because I
I love you.
I love you so fucking much.
And I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry, Dad.
I'm sorry.
I love you.
I love you.
Are you there?
No, don't hang up, Juliet.
Don't hang up.
No, no. Don't hang up.
Stay a little bit more.
Stay alive.
All right, Julia.
You've made your choice.
You still prefer the lie
to the cold-hearted truth?
I couldn't break his heart
a second time.
I couldn't.
In this case,
Bon Apptit, Julia.
Enjoy your meal.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Sorry.
I'm warning you, if you puke,
I'll make you eat it back again.
Don't forget to chew well.
You need to build up your strength.
Mister Rabbit would have had
a useful existence.
Fattened up
by a spoiled brat himself.
Raised in front of tablets all day long.
What generation
are we creating, Julia?
But in these digital cogs,
you and I are going to be
the grain of sand.
The first spark that ignites
the beginning of a new world.
There are people
that love me, you know.
And no matter what you do,
they're going to find you,
and you're going to
fucking pay for it, okay?
You're never going to get away
with it, you motherfucker.
Never.
You've been wrong for so long, Julia.
What is love if not actions?
But in your world,
everything is virtual and chit chat.
It's the overkill of nothing worthy,
the added value
of void and nothingness.
Except when it's to get
a little buzz going.
I have a quarter hour of fame.
Otherwise, you know very well
that nobody has any compassion
for anybody these days.
The misfortune of some has become
the entertainment of others.
Just like tonight.
Your audience prefers
to watch you die
live in an elevator.
Oh.
Staring at their smartphones
like junkies.
They're going to let me out.
Loneliness has become a business.
In Asia, there will soon be
more domestic robots
produced than there are
births per year.
The world is becoming
a gigantic digital
and virtual platform.
We are doomed in advance
by the technology
we ourselves have created.
And you, Julia, like many others,
have played your part in all this.
You've become the face
of this technology,
of this way of life,
or rather, of this slow death.
You can't break it, Julia.
There will always be
another screen to replace it.
You've reached the top floor.
Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
Anyone here?
Please, I'm hurt.
I need help.
Hello?
Help. Help. Hurry. Hurry.
Did you really think you could
get rid of me that easily, Julia?
I see you still have a phobia of dogs.
How'd you know so much about me?
Max.
Max, do...
Is it you that's doing all this?
Max.
Maxie.
Answer me.
And I'm...
This photo was generated
by Artificial Intelligence.
It's just an illusion, Julia.
An illusion that shows
what your brother
would look like
if he was still alive.
How to tell the difference
between the real and the virtual
when even our five senses
can be deceived and manipulated?
How do you expect the world
not to go completely mad?
Why are you trying
to fucking hurt me so bad?
Why?
Tell me what do I fucking to you?
Evil is necessary
when it can no longer
be set apart from good.
It's almost midnight.
We can finally get to
the last question, Julia.
No.
No.
What are you doing, okay?
What?
You are a reflection
of your error, Julia.
Pathetic.
Why?
Why is it so hot in here?
What the fuck did you fucking do?
What are you...
The truth always warms up, Julia.
The closer you get to it,
the hotter it burns.
It will soon be 180 degrees Celsius
in the cabin.
Oh, you'll cook slowly.
You have eleven minutes to live.
First, your heart
will start beating faster
and you'll end up suffocating.
Then your skin will slowly peel away
from your bones,
but you'll still be conscious.
The network moderators
won't be able to do a thing
because I've been planning this
for months, Julia.
Your adventure
and your quest for truth
will be shown over and over again
in the newsfeeds
of every media in the world
for at least the next two weeks.
Even then,
you'll still be living in images
like a digital ghost
condemned to wander forever
in the infinite cloud.
If you don't want to cook, Julia,
find a way to stop the heat.
Or answer question number five.
Who really killed Max?
What a night.
Woo hoo.
You smell like fucking vodka.
Okay, we're only 2 miles away
from the house, loser.
So come on, get in the car.
Already bad enough
that I have to drive you home
even though it's my birthday.
Technically, it's not
your birthday yet.
And why'd you make me
leave during truth to dare?
Because it's not fair.
You're still a baby, okay?
Come on, get in the car.
Give them back, you fucking idiots.
Get them back.
Give them back.
If dad knows what state you drive
his golf cart in, you're done.
Okay.
If you say a word, a single word,
I'm never never taking you
anywhere ever again.
Got it?
Am I clear?
Yeah.
Now do you remember, Julia?
Take it easy.
You...
Slow down.
killed Max, Julia.
Slow down.
You...
Slow the fuck down.
Killed your little brother.
Please.
Please stop.
Stop.
Slow down, please.
Slow down, please.
What have you done, Julia?
Stop.
Stop move so fast.
Stop.
Stop.
I fucking did it.
I fucking did it.
Fucking better truth.
And the Lord's going to
wake up a lot of fucking people,
you know?
Faster.
If you don't have a fucking time,
you have to let me out.
Got to let me out
and you're going to get caught.
Are you silent now?
Huh?
You're running for your life?
Yeah, but you have to run.
Run fucking fast, you know,
because all sides need to.
Better or you got to.
Fucking son of a fucking bitch.
If it's water you want,
Julia, no problem.
I'll give you water.
No.
You've always loved water,
Julia, haven't you?
If Greg hadn't had connections
in the New York State police,
the falsifying your toxicology report,
you would have paid, Julia,
like everyone else.
And your father
would have known the truth.
Max.
Max.
Max, you got to wake up.
Max, wake up.
Wake up.
I need you to wake up.
Wake up.
Come on.
Fucking wake up.
But instead, you made
a deal with the devil.
Greg would keep you a secret.
And in return, you'd become his puppet.
Hello?
Yeah.
Yes.
I need your help.
My brother and I just got into
a car accident getting off the US 21.
He's still stuck in the car.
He's sinking in the lake.
So I need you to come help us now.
I beg you.
You have to come.
I don't
I don't know what to do.
I don't know.
Please, I beg you.
I need it.
I need it now.
No, you stay here.
What?
At least now your whole audience
will know that you're a murderer
and a liar.
And just like Max,
no one's going to help you
while you're drowning.
You wanted the buzz
of the century, Julia.
You'll have it.
I'm offering you death.
Lies.
It's finally midnight.
Happy birthday, Julia.
Don't take too long.
It's 820, Mister Maxim Hoffman.
You're under arrest for the kidnapping,
illegal confinement,
and murder of your sister,
Julia Hoffman.
You will be extradited
to the state of New York tonight.
Now turn around slowly.
Turn around.
Now, hands where I can see them.
Why?
Why?
I needed to send a message
to the entire world.
In order to do so,
I had to kill Julia.
Emergency operator.
How can I help you?
Let's play a game, Julia.