All language subtitles for Fear.Inc.2016.720p.BluRay.x264-PFa-HI

(WOMAN GASPING)

(CRYING)

I told you I wanted to cancel this thing.

MAN: Ma'am, you asked for this.

(GASPS)

(METAL SCRAPING)

(WOMAN PANTING)

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

(YELLING) Please, help! Anybody!

Please, just... Please make it stop!

Okay, this is just way too fucking much!
Okay? This isn't what I asked for.

- MAN: Hold please.
- (ELEVATOR MUSIC PLAYING)

Seriously?

- (METAL SCRAPING)
- (GASPS)

Ugh!

(GRUNTS)

(CRYING)

Please cancel it! Stop it!

(WHIRRING)

(ELEVATOR DOOR DINGS)

(GASPS) Shit!

Whoa!

Every... Everything all right, ma'am?

Yeah, yeah, no. I'm... I'm just, uh...

Sorry, I'm just a little bit
flustered 'cause I...

I basically, like, paid for this thing
and then it just...

It turned out to be a really bad idea.

But I'm just...

I'm just trying to get to my car.

Yeah. Listen...

If you see anything strange out here,
my office is right over there.

- Don't hesitate.
- (SMACKS LIPS)

Okay.

- All right?
- Thank you.

Now, goodnight.

(SIGHS)

(SCOFFS)

(LAUGHS SOFTLY)

MAN: All right, I don't have eyes on her.
I haven't seen her.

WOMAN 1: I think she's headed to the roof.

MAN: 10-4, she took the elevator.

- MAN: Where is security?
- WOMAN 2: Something's up with security.

- He just intercepted her.
- WOMAN 1: So she's headed to the car?

MAN: She's already in the car.

She's in the fucking car?

(CHOKES)

(STRUGGLING)

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

JOE: No.

Fuck, no.

Nope. Nope. Nope.

Nope, nope, nope. Ah!

God damn it, sunshine! Fuck you!

Fuck you, you 13-year-old son of a bitch.

Don't you got algebra or something?

God damn it!

Stick our fruit in mason jars

Snapping peas in the backyard

I've been a year now
With my hands in the dirt

Blood on my fingers can't show it hurts so

- (TIRES SCREECHING)
- (CRASHING)

WOMAN: What the fuck?

I ain't gonna make it
if the workin' ain't done

The workin' ain't done till the setting sun

(IMITATES CHEERING) Yes!

Come on. Come on.

(GRUNTS)

Boom! Oh!

Mr. Davis says I got a sporting right hand

We gonna see him next Sunday comes

Oh, I can't keep a livin'
Livin' this hard

LINDSEY: Seriously?

Oh, babe. Get in.

Doesn't look like the garage
has been touched.

Oh, no, no, no.
I have had a very productive day.

I just thought that
this was the perfect way to end it.

Joe, you said that you would
help out around here

while you were on the hunt for a new job.

Oh, I am. No, I am.

Babe, oh, don't get pissed. Ah...
It's date night.

Date night. Whoo!

You look great.

Hold on. I'm coming over.

LINDSEY: It's not exactly a candlelit dinner.

I mean, how was I supposed to know
it was gonna be this lame?

Ah, check this out.

I guarantee you
somebody's gonna jump out and scare 'em

in three, two...

- (SCREAMS)
- (BOTH EXCLAIM)

Hey, look at that.

Genius.

Ha! No, okay, okay.

- You go first.
- No, thanks.

(HUMMING)

Ooh, looks like someone has had a long night.

LINDSEY: Joe, that's very rude.

JOE: Oh!

(CHUCKLES) Okay, we'll, uh...

We're gonna be moving on.

Ooh, I read about this online.

Okay, this guy right here,
in the beautiful cape,

was thrown off the Great Wall
right after they finished...

Finished construction.

LINDSEY: "Beware: Emperor Qin Shihuang
was murdered by a builder

"while overseeing construction
of The Great Wall of China.

"Anyone who takes a photograph
of his body is killed within a week."

- (SHUTTER CLICKS)
- (JOE EXHALES)

Cool. Ah!

- No! Don't do that!
- Oh, it's so good.

I got the face and everything.

Please delete it.

JOE: Thank you.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

- Joe?
- Hmm?

I think I already know the answer
to this question.

- You do?
- But...

Did you ever get back to my dad
about that job?

- Oh...
- It sounded like a great opportunity.

No, I did not.

- But...
- Oh, dear.

(MUFFLED) I was just, you know...
I'm gonna find one.

I just don't wanna settle
for the first opportunity that...

You know, that comes knocking.

The main thing is I don't wanna be
taking advantage of my parents.

Look, the main thing
is this place is kinda...

I mean, it was fun, but it just kinda...

It also sucked.

You know, it's just not scary.

Okay, it's not fun, and it is scary.

If you weren't scared,
I don't know how scared you want to be.

I wanna cry.

I wanna cry like the...

Like the last time I watched The Notebook.

I want to just be ripped to shreds.

I want James Garner to destroy me.

Oh, baby.

I just wanna be scared a little bit.
I just wanna shake in my boots.

- I'm pregnant.
- (CHUCKLES) Hah!

Does... No... Don't even.

Hey.

May I help you?

This ain't scary enough, huh?

Sorry?

Sorry, I'm not trying to be nosey.

I just overheard you guys saying
this wasn't scary enough.

Couldn't agree more.

If you ever wanna be really scared,
just call that number.

Custom scares just for you.

I promise you will not be disappointed.

Okay, man. Uh... Thanks.

You're so welcome. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Okay. Have a good one, buddy.

And you.

- That was normal.
- (ALL SCREAM)

Nice and normal.

Baby, I'm positive

that man didn't steal
your phone or your wallet.

He was at our table
for less than two minutes.

Well, I had it to get funnel cake,
and now it's not in the car,

and between that time
a weirdo in a clown mask

who was paid minimum wage
to scare children for a living

came into our lives. So...

You know what?
I bet you left it on the counter.

I'll call them tomorrow.

Hey, Joe.

Joe. Joe.

It's me, Bill, from next door.

I know, Bill.

Well, we sure have missed you at the last...

Let me think,
six neighborhood watch meetings.

I know. Tuesdays are tough.

You know, work and such.

Well, Joe, just think about it like this.

Work is important, yes,
but you know what else is important?

Being part of a team.

A team with the most
important priority, safety.

Yeah, it sounds dramatic, Bill.

Uh, just think about it, Joe.

I will. Scouts honor.

Oh, wait, I didn't know you were a scout.

ASHLEIGH: Oh, my gosh.
This neighborhood's so nice.

BEN: It is insane.

It's insane that it's 90 degrees,

and it's sunny on Halloween.

I mean, come on. Babe, that's weird. Right?

Wow!

Check out the gate. Look at that.

You got to keep the paparazzi out.

- Hi.
- A Prius?

You drive a fucking Prius?

- Are you... Hi.
- Hi.

Do you hate your freedom, Joe? Is that it?

I mean, do you have any idea
how many people have died

for your right to be gluten free or whatever?

It's great mileage, you fucking asshole.

Wow! Give me the tour
before all the kale salad goes bad.

Yeah.

Thank you guys again
for letting us stay with you.

- Yeah.
- LINDSEY: Yeah, of course.

There's no sense in spending money
on an expensive hotel.

Wow!

Oh, man.

Your life is different than my life.

Yeah.

You really married up, my friend.

Hashtag, blessed.

Come on, man. The "m" word.

Put a dollar in the swear jar, man.

No way.

Hey, honey. They got tetherball.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

- (MIMICS BANE) I was born in darkness.
- LINDSEY: (GASPS) Oh!

Okay. I wonder what we break first.

Your spirit or your body.

Time! Oh, you suck!

That's... I was Bane.

I was doing Bane. He got it.

I was a good Bane. That was a good one.

It's time for another round
of irresponsible drinking.

Okay, I wasn't sure I was gonna do this.

A buddy of mine gave me
a special birthday present last month,

and, let's just say,
you can sneak anything on a plane

with just a little bit of peanut butter.

(MIMICS BANE) Ben, how dare you bring
drugs into my house.

Would you like me to...

- That's Bane...
- That's Bane.

Would you like me to break your body
or your spirit?

Oh, just hurt me.

I will, 'cause this is hardcore stuff.

(NORMALLY) Okay, but in the meantime...

Shots! Shots! Shot! Shot!

- I never take shots.
- You ready?

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

- JOE: Whoo!
- You're calling the kids later.

(MIMICS DENNIS NEDRY) Uh-uh-uh...
You didn't say the magic word.

Uh-uh-uh.

- Eddie Murphy?
- No.

- Is that a cigarette?
- No.

When do you guys think
you're gonna get married?

Oh, my God.

(MIMICS) Kid, I sure heard a lot about you.

What happened to Natalie on that boat...

Nothin' to do with me.

Are you goin' first or...

No, I thought it was your turn.

Oh, shit, is it?

- It's your turn.
- Okay, okay, okay.

(MIMICS JUDGE DOOM)
Do you remember me, Eddie?

When I killed your brother

I sounded just like this!

What movies are you watching?

Christopher Lloyd, Who Framed Roger Rabbit.

- Oh, there's wind!
- Going down!

- There's wind!
- Going down!

Winner!

Okay.

Favorite horror movie death scene.

- Go.
- No.

Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on.

Nightmare on Elm Street. Johnny Depp.

- Whoo!
- Aw...

Well, Titanic, because she let go of him.

- (CHUCKLES)
- What?

Final Destination. Shower scene.

That's the best one.

Over Johnny Depp being killed by his own bed?

Yes. Or you just love Johnny Depp.

- Yeah, that's it.
- BEN: Yeah, see?

Red wedding. Game of Thrones.

Mic drop.

Not a movie.

What? It doesn't matter, okay?

It's the worst thing
you could ever see with your eyeballs.

It's horrifying, right?

It's the better death scene
than any movie that I have ever seen.

And I have seen a shit ton of movies.

Yeah, and when Joe
was actually living with my family,

every weekend, my parents,
they would buy us pizza

and we would watch a different scary movie
every weekend like clockwork.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Friday the 13th, Elm Street, Halloween.

All the classics.

You know what I mean? Just all of 'em.

I think that's what started
my love affair with this time of year.

I mean, you just can't beat Halloween.

I didn't realize
that you lived with his family.

JOE: Yeah, yeah, you know, well, don't...

Don't get all Bambi on me.

It's fine. I'm fine.

I'm gonna...
I'm gonna go get some party favors.

- Oh, God save me.
- (JOE WHOOPS)

- What?
- What?

What does that mean?

Oh, every now and again,
he likes to take the party up a notch.

Did you hear that?

I don't know.

(WHISPERS) Ben, what is that?

I don't know.

- Ben, go.
- All right, all right.

LINDSEY: Be careful.

(LABORED BREATHING)

Yeah, it stopped. I don't see anything.

- (SCREAMS)
- (ALL SCREAM)

(JOE CHUCKLES)

What is wrong with you?

That's not funny! That's not funny!

Holy shit.

That was incredible.

- Joe!
- JOE: What?

What? Come on, man.

The Halloween talk? The Jason mask?

I mean, this was too easy.

- You're sick.
- You want a hug?

- Come on, give me a hug.
- No, you're a sick man.

You're a sick man in the head.

Is that a real butcher knife?

Come on, give me a hug.

LINDSEY: This has been
an ongoing theme for him.

He's been obsessed with scaring me lately.

He even insisted that we have
our weekly date night at this haunted house.

That's not creepy at all.

It wasn't.

But this dude that's...

That's working there,
who said something about this company,

Uh, I forget its name, but, apparently,

uh, they create these custom scares for you.

Yeah, but you're also convinced
that he stole your wallet,

which is ridiculous.

Wait... Oh, fuck, wait.

Wait. Custom scare thing?

I... Okay, I am 99% positive that

that's the thing that my boss just did.

- Remember I was telling you about that?
- Yeah.

The scare company, or fear, something, maybe.

- Is that...
- Yeah, Fear, Inc. That's it.

Did they say how it was?

You're kidding, right?

Yeah, people said it was horrible.

You definitely don't want to do this, okay?

You got a crazy look in your eye right now,

and someone as fucked up as you in the head

would not like it.

- Okay?
- Why?

Why did they say it was so bad?

Was it not worth the money or something?

First off,
unless your sugar mama's gonna pay for it,

you can't afford something like this.

Secondly, they, like, hurt you,

like, physically hurt you.

I'm sure emotionally, too,
but physical, like, the...

The company, it's not legit.

And they find people that, like...
People like you.

Okay, who, like, are looking
for something more intense,

and then they just use that as an opportunity

to fulfill their own sick
fucked up fantasies.

What?

This is a fucking haunted house, man.

You guys...

You guys can't be serious, right?

No, dude, you're not get...

You're not getting this
through your head, man.

It's not a haunted house, okay?

I heard that these guys chased my boss
through a parking garage

in the middle of the night.

Okay, I don't know what happened,

but, like, she hasn't been back
to work since.

It fucked her up that much. Okay?

Well, on that delightful note,
I'm going to go to bed.

I think you should, too.

It was really nice to have you guys here.

- Thank you.
- Good night.

Sleep well. Good night.

Hold up, woman.

You guys good?

- Yeah.
- We're great.

- Cool.
- You gonna tuck us in?

- I can tuck you in, buddy.
- No, not standing there.

- Old school. Parents' house style.
- I'm all weirded... No, get out of here.

- No? I remember.
- No, go to bed.

- Corner tuck.
- Thank you.

(BEN AND JOE LAUGH)

(TAP RUNNING)

The night is always young

I hold grudges with the sun

They're fewer and far between

Been livin' in a dream

I wake and walk this line

All balanced on my

I can't afford to fall
I can't afford to crawl

I need a push again

(LINE RINGING)

MAN: Hello?

Uh... Yeah, is this...

Is this Fear, Inc.?

Yes.

Okay. Well, I got your...

Your card at the
Hollywood Horror House thing.

Um, I guess I...

I just wanted more information.

MAN 1: We got another one.

MAN 2: We can't do it right.

MAN 1: Oh, God, it's the third one today.

Uh...

Okay.

Um, well, uh...

Where're you located? How do we get tickets?

- MAN 1: Hold please.
- (ELEVATOR MUSIC PLAYING)

MAN 1: Sorry, we're sold out.

- Okay. When's your next...
- (LINE DISCONNECTS)

Hello?

BEN: That's bad. You fucked up.

- ASHLEIGH: I'll clean it up.
- That looks really expensive.

- Wake up.
- What're you doing?

- You just come over and break stuff.
- (MUMBLING)

You're getting sloppy.

- (WHISPERS) Take me inside.
- You wanna go inside?

All right. Yeah, we're gonna take you away.

- From here, so you can't break anything else.
- You gonna lift me?

Yeah. (LAUGHS)

See, look at that.
I'm too drunk to be carrying you right now.

- Oh, I got ya. I got ya.
- Oh, careful.

- I got ya.
- Stop there.

- Yeah, let's take a pit stop, yeah?
- (CHUCKLES)

Okay, yeah, that's good.

Yeah.

- There we go.
- You're so bad.

You're so strong.

Whoa, whoa!

- ASHLEIGH: Joe!
- BEN: Dude!

Uh... uh...

I heard a crash,

so I thought that
I would come in and see if you were safe.

You look very safe.

Yeah, dude, we're fine, dude.

Um...

Do you need anything?

Good night.

Are you gonna tip her or...

No, don't wanna give her the tip.

Or anything like that.

JOE: Bye, good night.

I didn't even understand what he was saying.

(JOE WHISTLES)

He's creepy.

- Bed?
- (SIGHS)

- He just fucked that up for us, didn't he?
- Yeah.

He really just fucked up that whole thing.

- Thanks, Joe.
- I don't feel so good.

- I drank too much.
- (GROANS)

(BEN SIGHS)

Where're we going? Which way? This way?

(DOOR CREAKING)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(GROANING)

Oh, Joe, I'm gonna throw up in your pool.

A terrible mistake was made...

So this is what you guys do on Saturdays?

You sit by the pool in the hills
drinking margaritas.

By this point in the day,
I'm debating between

UPS or FedEx to ship the kids to China.

Oh, you joke. I'm sure
it's an entirely different kind of fun.

Babe, I'm feeling like a real Californian.
I gotta be honest.

'Cause I am one with the universe right now.

I love tofu. Namaste.

Namaste this.

You've been iced, motherfucker.

What're you...

Are you kidding me? I'm not doing this.

(SIGHS) Ah, rules are rules, Ben.

And who made the rules? You made the rules.

"It's the rule, Ben."

- Really, babe?
- JOE: Come on, come on.

For old time's sake.

For when we were young
and really, really stupid.

All right, okay. Fine, fine.

Come on. Come on.

Fine. But this is for you, okay?

JOE: (CHANTING) Chug! Chug! Chug!

Come on! Yeah, yeah.

Chug! Chug! Chug!

- JOE: Whoo! Look at you go, boy!
- (GRUNTS AND GROANS)

ASHLEIGH:
God, I can't believe you just did that.

- ASHLEIGH: Are you expecting someone?
- Nope.

- (DOOR BELL RINGING)
- (KNOCKING)

Joe, were you out earlier?

No. Um...

Just been in the back most of the day.
Got some friends in town.

- Oh, where from?
- Maryland.

Oh! Home of the blue crab,
Cal Ripken, and Edgar Allan Poe.

Yeah, I once spent six months there

doing an Agatha Christie play
out on Chesapeake Bay.

Now that dinner theater was...

- What's up, Bill? Why'd you come by?
- Oh!

Joe, I tried calling you earlier,

but you must not have had service.

Now, don't panic, but I saw a guy out front.

He had a van,

but he didn't seem to be climbing
any of the power line poles,

and he sure as heck wasn't wearing
an official DWP uniform.

Okay, that's nice. Um...

Well, I appreciate your concern, uh, Bill,
but it's probably nothin', so...

No, there's something strange going on, Joe.

Keep an eye out.

Will do, will do. I'm on it.

At ease, soldier.

- (SIRENS BLARING)
- God damn it!

(KEYPAD BEEPING)

(SIREN TURNS OFF)

(LOUD THUD)

Ben, you fucking around back there?

(RUSTLING)

(CRASHING)

Okay, well, whoever it is,
cops are on their way.

What the hell?

Ahh!

(MUFFLED GRUNTING)

Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in.

Not by the hair of your chinny-chin-chin.

Well, then I'll huff and I'll puff

and I'll blow your house in!

Ahh! (GRUNTS)

(CACKLES)

(SCREAMING) Help! Help!

DODSON: So, you didn't notice
anything strange before today?

No, the neighborhood has been quiet
ever since we moved in.

Our neighbor actually heads the watch group,

and we're probably the youngest
on this block by about 30 years.

DODSON: Oh, well, with age comes affluence.

This area's very attractive to robbers.

Yeah...

However, I'm sorta surprised
the guy was so ballsy.

This sort of thing doesn't usually happen

during the day with a car in the driveway.

But, you know what? It's Halloween.

Halloween tends to bring out
some undesirables.

Undesirables?

This wasn't some random fucking robbery.

This guy was fucking crazy.

Okay.

Honestly, that makes it unlikely
it will happen again.

It was probably some homeless guy

who wandered down the wrong street.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

JOE: Insane people aren't known to do the
same thing over and over and over again.

- Okay.
- Well, look...

If anything else happens, give us a call.

All right?
Gonna put some extra units in the area

and we'll see what happens.

Okay. Well, thank you, Officer.

You're welcome.

BEN: Nice, Joe.

What?

I'm not fucking lying!

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

I can sleep tonight

The Devil's in the mood...

(RETCHING)

Sorry, ugh... Exorcist.

BEN: Did you just do that?

Yeah!

(EXCLAIMS) Wah!

Are you crazy? You threw up all over my car!

- Oh, sir, I can explain.
- Are you out of your mind?

I can explain. He's been drinking, okay.

Apparently. Who's gonna clean it?

- I don't know. Not me!
- Are you gonna clean it?

- Babe, come on!
- Here, this is...

- Oh, my God!
- I'm sorry, man.

Five stars.

- Five stars.
- That's all I have...

I hope that's enough.

I can't sleep tonight...

BEN: Oh, whoa, whoa!

- Dude, slow down there, Hasselhoff.
- (JOE CHUCKLES)

Put down the cheeseburger, bud.

- Okay.
- ASHLEIGH: How about some water first?

- I've got a better idea.
- That's a good idea.

Better idea.

Uh, would anyone like some tea?

I would love some tea.

Some nice calm tea.

Oh, that kind of tea.

Mmm-hmm.

That is a fantastic idea, Joe.

I'm full of great ideas.

Full of 'em.

LINDSEY: Here you go... Oh, Joe.

Aren't you maybe done for the night?

JOE: Just evening myself out, you know,

- I just wanna be a good host.
- Yeah, okay, well,

- now you're nice and even.
- That's all.

- You can just...
- It's great to have you guys here.

- (GROANS)
- Stop.

(STATIC)

We're live at the Hollywood Hills
at the scene of a tragic quadruple homicide.

How'd you turn that on?

Three friends were found murdered
in their home.

- Joe, is that our house?
- Witnesses say they were last seen

at a costume party in the Pacific Palisades.

A fourth person, Joe Foster, was with them

and is considered to be the main suspect.

Foster is also suspected
of killing his neighbor, Bill Peterson,

whose body was found outside his home
earlier this evening.

Joe Foster... Main suspect...
Murdered in their home.

Joe Foster... Killing his neighbor.

Bill Peterson. Body was found... Foster.

The motive is still unknown.

And we'll be back with more details
as they come in.

(STATIC)

LINDSEY: What the fuck?

Joe, for God's sakes!
You have no idea when to fucking quit!

This was really clever.
It's not fucking funny!

There's nobody even out there right now.

That's crazy. How did you do that?

What's happening?

Oh, fuck.

What did you do?

Okay... Um...

Baby, you can't...

You can't be mad at me.

What the hell is going on, man?

Fear, Inc.

What?

Uh...

(CHUCKLES)

I think that's Fear, Inc.

That's Fear, Inc.

What're you talking about?

(LAUGHS)

Uh, so... I... (SNIFFS)

I maybe sort of, maybe, uh,
called 'em a little bit.

And when you were in the bath,
I found my wallet,

and it had the business card in it,
and I went, I don't know, I guess...

I guess my curiosity got the best of me.

I mean, that TV news reporter was legit, man.

What're you doing?

Did you not hear a fucking word
we said last night?

This company is dangerous, man.

Okay, did you give them your information?

Oh, no, no, but...

(LINDSEY GASPS)

Oh, shit!

They got the breakers.

Okay, this isn't normal.

Let's get out of here.

Keep it together, okay?

Chill out. Stay.

Come on, it's just a power outage.

All we gotta do is flip
the breakers. It's fine.

All right, we can handle this.

This is...

Look, if this is the company,
we're canceling this right now.

Okay, I'll go take a look at the breakers.

- Where are they? Give me the flashlight or...
- Fuck that, man.

Hey, hey, hey! This is my thing.

I got this.

Can you just be careful, please?

Don't worry.

I'll be super-duper careful.

BILL: Joe...

Joe!

Joe?

Joe!

Joe, I've been trying to reach you.

Bill? What's going on?

I think there's someone on your property.

- (STUTTERS) Uh...
- What?

(GROANING)

Oh, shit!

(GROANS)

Aw! Fucking awesome!

Oh! (CHUCKLES)

They Barrymore'd Bill!

Holy shit! They got Bill!

Wait, what's going on?

(SIGHS) I'm gonna fucking love this.

What'd you mean, "They got Bill"?

Oh, he's in on it, too, okay?

Playing this old man version
of Drew Barrymore from Scream,

and this guy with a knife
just fucking killed him or fake killed him...

I don't know, but it started.

We should lock the door.

What? This isn't fucking funny, Joe.

Well, I'm not pranking you, Ben, okay?

Fear, Inc. has started.

The writing on the sauna, Little Pigs,

The Shining, all right,
Bill dying like from Scream.

They're all horror films.

You're a fucking idiot, man. I warned you.

You never take anything seriously,
and eventually, it's gonna...

Okay, we need to cancel this right now.

But... (STUTTERS)

Joe, call and cancel it now.

ASHLEIGH: Please, Joe,
I don't wanna be a part of this.

- Are you serious?
- LINDSEY: Yes.

Please, baby, come on.

You and me, we can just do
something on our own.

This just feels like a bit much.

Okay, I can't believe I am doing this.

Thank you.

- (LINE BEEPING)
- It's a busy signal. Now, hold on, hold on.

Maybe we just go along with it.

I don't know. And if it gets to be too much,

we can just be like... We'll call 'em...

"Please stop.

"We're a bunch of people
who don't like to have fun."

Okay, it's already too much.

Joe, it's not how this works either.

- You can't just tell the company...
- Oh!

I'm gonna call the police.

Uh, not the police. They ruin everything.

Hi, um, my friend hired this company
to come scare us,

and it's gotten out of control,

and we can't get a hold of them to stop it.

So we need your help.

Yeah, he thought it was something different,
and it's confusing.

Okay, these people... This company...

They're criminals. All right? Um...

Rapists, you know, who knows what else.

I don't think I feel safe here.

You guys are blowing this
way out of proportion.

Great, okay. Yes, thank you.

I really appreciate it. Thank you.

So what? So the fucking cops are coming now?

Yeah, the cops are coming now.

And we have to lock up
the windows and the doors.

LINDSEY: What?

Well, what're we waiting for?

Right.

(GROANS)

Please let them kill us.

- You guys all right?
- ASHLEIGH: Mmm-hmm.

Yeah? Okay.

Oh, you closed the garage, right?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. I locked all the doors.

Did that. Did that.

(POUNDING ON DOOR)

JOE: (CHUCKLES) Oh, shit.

(IN A HOARSE VOICE) It has begun.

Stop.

Oh, my God. Get down, get down.

Get away from the door.
Get away from the window.

We gotta get out of here.

No, he's out there. I'm not going outside.

But he went that way.

So he's going towards the back of the
house, so we should go out the front.

What about one of the bedrooms?

No, you don't go upstairs.
You don't get trapped in a room.

Haven't you seen any horror movies?

It's our safest bet. He can't get in.

"Our safest bet." Do you wanna die horribly?

No, we can't stay inside.

Ben's right. We gotta get to the car.

Follow me.

Hyah! Hyah!

Come on.

- A bit dramatic.
- Let's go, come on.

JOE: Okay.

Come on.

- Go, go, go.
- BEN: Okay, okay.

(WHISPERS LOUDLY) Everybody in the Prius!

BEN: Shut up, Joe.

Lock the doors. Lock the doors.

I see dead people.

- Joe!
- Dude, come on, Joe!

(CHUCKLES) Okay, okay. Wait.

Do you think they'll be able to follow us?

Let's fucking hope not.

(KEY CLICKING)

- What the fuck?
- LINDSEY: Start the car!

I'm trying!

This is why you buy American, Joe.

Joe!

JOE: Oh, holy shit! They jacked up my car!

ASHLEIGH: This company is no joke.
We have to get out of here.

- Could we go to the neighbors?
- Yeah, great idea.

- Okay.
- Okay, come on, babe.

You child locked us.

Joe, you child locked us in!

Joe! Joe, we're child locked, Joe!

- How do you not know how to open a door?
- Dude, you child locked us in.

- (GASPS)
- Oh!

- Come on.
- This way. This way. This way.

- Holy shit.
- Oh, shit.

- It's a fucking ax.
- Let's get back in the house.

- Joe, come on.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Fuck! Fuck!
- (CAR ALARM BEEPS)

Okay. The outside was a terrible idea.

To the bedroom.

Oh, my God.

Where are the police?
They're supposed to be here by now.

Oh, fuck.

Wait. Where's Ash?

I thought she was with you.

Oh, shit. You think they got her?

Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Lindsey, get out of my way, okay?

- Get out of my way right now.
- Come on.

Come on, man.
They're weeding us out one by one.

Every horror movie
needs to stretch out the suspense.

I wonder which one of us will be next.

Guys, whether or not this is a part of it,
we shouldn't go back out there.

No, no, no. Open the fucking door.

- Open it right now.
- Ben, she's gone.

Okay, we can't go back out there.

My wife is out there, okay?

I'm gonna help her. I'm gonna find her.

Listen, listen, listen.
Just please think about it, okay?

We cannot separate. We have to stay together.

Going out there and leaving us
isn't gonna bring her back.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, man.

Number one rule of horror movies.
Stay together.

If you say horror movie one more time,
I will fucking kill you myself.

Do you understand?

Get out of the way. I'm gonna find my wife.

- (DOOR RATTLES)
- What did you... How do you...

- Just open it.
- JOE: Sliding...

JOE: It's a sliding lock.

No, no, you're not going back out there.

Oh, come on!

Can you please call the police again?

They're supposed to be here by now.

Lindsey, I am trying to tell you that
all of this is Fear, Inc.

I don't fucking care. Call them!

Okay, I will, I will. Uh...

No, I got no bars. Okay, I can't call out.

- Would you...
- Look, look, look... Um, uh...

Have you seen The Game?

What the hell is The Game?

From the '90s. The Game?

- No!
- Holy shit.

Okay. Uh...

Sean Penn buys Michael Douglas a game,
an experience,

and he has to try and figure out what's real
and what's part of the game.

In the end, it's all part of the game.

Yeah, okay, but this isn't a fucking game!

Did you hear anything Ben said yesterday?

Come on, it's David fucking Fincher, man.

Joe... (SIGHS)

I get that you are having a good time,
but I am not,

and I don't want to get hurt.

Okay, let's just breathe for a second.

Let's just breathe, okay?

This is turning out better
than I ever hoped it would be.

I know, I know, I know.

I love you.

Okay, I'm listening.

I love you.

You know?

I gotta say, like, isn't this fun?

Seeing you get all passionate.

This is great. Come on, this is fun.

Are you hard?

Uh, look, I just... Ah!

You're being such an asshole!

Sorry, I just...

The mood, the lighting, the murder...

It just felt right. I don't know.

I got carried away, okay?

The point is that this is a game.

And out there, that's our best chance to win.

Right now, in here,

we're missing the whole thing.

We are missing everything.

Either way, we're white, we're rich.

The cops are gonna be here any second.

The cops were supposed to be here ages ago.

I don't think they're coming.

Okay, look. Um...

If this is real, all right,

they know we're in here,

and we are just sitting and waiting to die.

All right? And I don't want to do that.

But if this is a game, and I think it is,

then they probably want us
to go out there and play.

Either way, we shouldn't be
sitting here in this room, okay?

Okay.

- Okay?
- (IN A LOW VOICE) Yes, fine.

Really?

Oh, that is great.

That's so great. Oh! We need a weapon.

- Yeah.
- Okay, well, just be careful.

Do you know what you're doing?

Yeah, I've seen a lot of movies, Linds.

I think I know what I'm doing.

- All right.
- Check this out.

- (GLASS SHATTERS)
- Ah, fuck!

(GROANING) Oh, my God!

God! Fuck!

Well, I hate to say I told you so.

Not now! Not now, okay?

Oh! God!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Come here.

(WINCING)

Fucking nice, MacGyver.

Okay.

Where is...

Why are there so many bottles in here?

I like to pretend I'm in Narnia.
Sometimes the drinking helps.

You might need a therapist.

- Okay.
- Okay.

JOE: (EXCLAIMS) Whoa!

Oh! Nice, babe.

Okay, here's the plan.

We stay together. You and me no matter what.

(WHISPERING) Also, we should probably
try to be as quiet as possible.

So, my bad on the yelling.

Now, we go outside.

We get to the door, we should be safe.

- I love you.
- I love you.

- Yes. Of course.
- Uh, do you wanna...

- Okay, thanks.
- Here.

- Thanks.
- After you.

- I love you.
- I love you.

Let's fucking do this. Yeah.

Okay, clear.

Come on.

- Stay calm.
- Can't we just do normal things?

Yeah, next year.

Come on.

(JOE SHUSHES)

Joe, I don't like this.

(WOOD CREAKING)

What?

This is actually pretty scary.

Good job, guys.

Very impressive.

What the fuck?

(THUDDING)

Wait, wait, wait.

(FAINT CREAKING)

- Did you hear that?
- Yeah.

It came from the backyard.

- (WOMAN SCREAMING)
- Oh, Joe, Joe, Joe!

Come on.

Please, let me just...

Come on.

(DOOR CREAKING)

- Jesus Christ, any louder?
- JOE: Such a loud door.

JOE: I know. I know.

Crazy.

Sorry.

(LINDSEY SHRIEKS)

(GASPS) Oh! This is so...

- LINDSEY: Fuck! Fuck!
- JOE: Lindsey.

Quit. That's too much. This is just too much.

- It's Friday the 13th.
- I don't fucking care.

Where are these psychos coming from?

JOE: Man, these prosthetics are so real.

- Will you stop it?
- JOE: Right, right, right.

Okay, this guy could be anywhere.

So look alive. Oh, I'm so sorry.

LINDSEY: She's pinned to the tree.

- We can't just leave her.
- JOE: Right, hold tight.

We are gonna get you down from here, okay?

- Yes.
- (LABORED BREATHING)

Just calm down, all right?

Just focus on slow, steady breathing.

He's here.

Run.

No, okay? We won't leave you.

Go.

- Okay, sorry.
- Come on!

Come on. Come on.

- Back inside. Back inside.
- (LINDSEY SCREAMS)

- In the door! In the door!
- I know! I know!

JOE: Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

- Close it! Close it!
- LINDSEY: I know!

No, no, no. I think they can be out there.

- That's where they got Bill.
- Fuck, fuck, fuck!

- Oh, shit, look!
- What're we gonna do?

Don't worry. He can't get inside.

- Oh, fuck!
- I thought you said the doors were locked.

Hey, man, let's just take a timeout, okay?

There's a bat in the bedroom. Go get the bat.

- Why?
- Hey, man, let's just...

Let's just calm down, okay?

We've all had fun.

You have watched
one too many horror films, man.

Okay.

We cool?

Hug it out?

(CHOKING)

What the fuck, man?

Yes.

Holy fuck, man.

Are you good?

Gosh, this is intense.

Ben, this looks fucking amazing.

MAN: Hello, Joe.

Hello...

Jigsaw? (CHUCKLES)

MAN: Unfortunately for you, Joe,
I'm not a puppet on a tricycle.

I'm very real.

And so is this experience
you are so sure is a game.

But, hey, who doesn't enjoy games?

Here is yours.

Oh, man. This is too good.

This is too good.

This is your girlfriend, Lindsey.

Oh, man.

Did you know they were gonna do that?

In order to save her,

your friend Ben here has volunteered
to play a game with you.

On this table, lies the necessary tool.

Phase one, the clue isn't in seeable form.

In the original,
his right foot led to freedom.

Today, her life depends on his left hand.

You have two minutes.

Does she live or die?

Uh... Okay, okay, okay.

His right foot. Ben's left hand.

His right foot. Ben's left hand.

(GRUNTING)

Original. Original.

(MUTTERING INDISTINCTLY)

Fuck!

Oh, shit!

He had to cut his leg off for the first one.

Do you want me to cut his arm off?

Um...

The blade is real.

Hey!

There's a real blade on this!

- LINDSEY: Joe.
- Okay.

Okay, it's a game. It's a game.

- It's a game. Hey, man.
- LINDSEY: Joe.

- You gotta tell me. Is this real?
- LINDSEY: Joe.

- (GRUNTS)
- Or is this part of the game, man?

Just give me anything. Blink at me.

Give me something.

Fuck.

I don't know what that fucking means.

LINDSEY: Joe. Joe.

All right, no time, no time.

Okay, um...

Left arm, left arm, left arm.

Right.

David fucking Fincher, man.

(WHIRRING)

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING)

Ah! Fuck!

Ah, hey!

This is a fake hand.

It's a fake hand, man.

Holy fuck.

(EXCLAIMING) This is fucking intense!

(LAUGHS)

MAN: Phase one. Complete.

Phase two. The key to your freedom
lies within your friend.

Where's the fucking key, man?

Where's the fucking key?

Where's the key, man?

LINDSEY: Joe? Joe?

Oh, shit.

LINDSEY: Joe?

- (PANTING)
- (SIGHS)

- LINDSEY: Joe.
- Key's inside, huh?

Clever girl. Clever girl.

All right.

Let's open her up.

(MUFFLED) No, Joe, don't do it! No, Joe!

(MUFFLED SCREAMING) Joe!

Fuck!

No!

(WHIMPERING)

Easy peasy.

All right. All right.

Hold still, buddy.

(GRUNTING)

Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.

That's enough. That's enough.

That's enough.

That's real blood, man.

LINDSEY: Joe? Joe?

Ben?

Ben, Ben, Ben. No, no, no!

No, come on, Ben!

No, no, no! Ben!

Ben.

(SCREAMING) Ben!

Ben!

I'm sorry.

LINDSEY: Joe? Joe?

Joe?

Lindsey?

Lindsey?

- Joe?
- Lindsey?

Joe?

- Lindsey?
- Joe?

- I'm coming!
- Joe?

Lindsey?

Oh, fuck, baby! What did they do to you?

Oh, shit.

What the fuck...

I'm gonna call somebody.
I'm gonna call somebody, okay?

(LINE RINGING)

OPERATOR: 9-1-1, what's your emergency?

Yeah... (STUTTERS)

Someone was supposed to be
here a while ago, okay?

My fucking friends are dead!

- My girlfriend...
- Okay, you need to calm down, sir.

Don't tell me to calm down, all right?

Did you fucking hear me?

My fucking friends are dead, all right?

Officers are on their way.

Is there anyone in the house with you?

JOE: I don't know. I saw a couple guys
outside or something like that.

There's... I don't think that
there's anyone in the house anymore.

My girlfriend is here. She's alive, okay?

She's alive, but hurt.

Okay, okay, good. She's alive. Okay.

Listen, just send help, okay, please, please?

Please just send help.

Help is on the way, sir.

Are you sure no one else is in the house?

(STAMMERING) Yeah, I mean...

I don't see anyone. I think they're all gone.

I think they're all out of the house. Yeah.

(SCREAMING)

(GROANS)

(CHOKING)

Fuck!

(GRUNTING)

You're making a mistake!

Fuck you, you piece of shit!

You asked for this!

(PANTING)

OPERATOR: Sir, are you still there?

Sir, what happened?

Sir, talk to me. Hello? Hello?

What's happening, sir?

- Hello?
- Hello?

Uh... No, no, no. There's a...

There was a man in the house, but he's...

He's gone now.

- Baby, what did you say?
- Sir?

You need to tell me what just happened.

Baby.

- Oh, my God.
- Sir? Hello?

Okay, okay. Don't worry, all right?

- Help is on the way. Okay?
- What did you do?

Sir, where is the guy in your house?

There is a guy still in the house.

So, I...

- I killed him.
- Fuck.

- Okay.
- Fuck.

Are you still on the phone?

Yeah, it's the police.

Hang up the fucking phone!

- What're you...
- Sir, did you just say...

Hang it up!

What the hell is going on, Lindsey?

He's dead.

Yeah, he's dead. Okay?

You were right,
you guys were right all along.

These people are fucked up.

They killed our friends!

They didn't! They didn't. Okay?

Okay.

Lindsey, what's happening?

What's happening, I thought this was...

I thought this was a game?

Look at Ben. (VOICE BREAKS) Did I kill...

Did I...

- (CRIES)
- No, no, no, you didn't...

Hey, hey! This is what you wanted.

This isn't what I want.
This is not what I want.

It was Fear, Inc. Fear, Inc. happened.

That's what's been happening.

Then why did you guys keep trying to stop it?

Because we wanted you to believe it was real.

Heyo! Oh, hey! Wait, wait.
We're done already?

I thought we were going till,
like, 4:00 or something, right?

I'm not complaining, but this thing
was really digging into my leg.

What, really?

I thought you were dead, man.

- (LAUGHING) No, you didn't.
- I thought you were dead.

No. What?

So, what, you guys were in on this?

In on it? I convinced them to do it.

We knew that you'd love it.

It's fucking awesome, wasn't it?

- That's...
- Um, we have a problem.

Oh, no, what happened?

Uh...

What did you do?

Oh, fuck.

Is that guy dead?

Oh, my God.

I thought you two were dead, you know.

What? We're fine.

The only person that's dead
is this fucking actor,

you fucking idiot, what is wrong with you?

How was I supposed to know?

This all didn't seem
a little too much to you?

All the horror movie shit.
This? You believed this?

Yeah, I did think it was fake, okay?

That's why I wanted to do it.

But then it started to happen
and it was so real.

I thought I was doing the right thing!

You guys are good actors!

Jesus.

Oh, fuck, they're calling.
What are we gonna do?

Ash, we're getting out of here, come on.

- But...
- Come on, baby, let's go!

LINDSEY: What? No!

- Come on.
- You can't leave us here!

No, these people are actually crazy, Joe,

and you just took this shit
to a whole different level now.

Yeah, but we're in this together!

No, we're not.
You fucking killed one of them, Joe!

I mean, what do you think
they're going to do to us

when they find out, huh?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

I'm sorry, but these guys
are going to come back

and we have a family to think about.

- BEN: Come on, baby.
- Let's go.

No, you can't leave!

We have to call the cops.

- Why the hell aren't the fucking cops here?
- That's because...

That's because
they weren't the cops, all right?

I'm sorry, what?

Joe, this wasn't a little gimmick,

this was a big fucking deal.

Last week they reconfigured
our entire electrical system.

They even reprogrammed your phone

so that all of your 911 calls
go directly to Fear, Inc.

So you're telling me that this whole time
I was talking to one of their employees?

You didn't think it was at all strange
that nobody showed up here?

Fuck.

You're right. You're right.

This is my fault.

I'm gonna turn myself in.

I'm gonna turn myself in.

And I'm gonna tell them that
you guys had nothing to do with it.

That this was on me, okay?

And that they'll leave you guys out of it.

What did this company expect?

- What did they expect?
- Okay, Joe, listen. This company.

They're not exactly
a part of the Better Business Bureau. Okay?

They're not gonna let us get away with this.

So are you saying that
we shouldn't call the police?

Lindsey, we're not gangsters!

We're not gonna dump the body!

No, that's exactly what we're gonna do.

That's what we have to do,
we have to get rid of the body.

We say it ended at 3:00,

that we had a great time, and then he left.

Hey, we just have to pretend

that we have no idea
that something went wrong.

Ben and Ashleigh, they will vouch for us

because they don't want this to go
any further either.

Who would hire a company like this?

You would!

Okay, listen. My uncle,
he has this plot of undeveloped land

in the desert just outside of San Bernardino,

we're gonna take the body there,
we're gonna dump it,

and then we're gonna come back here
and pretend like nothing happened, okay?

I can't believe this is happening.

I just can't believe this is happening.

I know, but it is.

And I have to try and get us out of it.

(JOE AND LINDSEY GRUNTING)

- Careful, careful, careful.
- Yeah.

Watch out for the roses.

Oh, fuck, the car!

Fuck! Okay, let's go!

He's gotta have the keys on him!

Okay, hold him.

This is disgusting!

Awesome! Okay!

(CAR ALARM BEEPS)

LINDSEY: Okay, great,
you're gonna get the van,

you're gonna reverse it into the driveway,
and then I'm gonna go get a shovel, okay?

We're gonna take their van?

Stop, stop!

Holy shit!

These people
take their jobs fucking seriously.

That's why we have to
get the fuck out of here.

Okay, come on.

(BOTH GRUNT)

- Okay.
- Oh, man.

Jesus Christ.

What?

Oh, my God. They've researched us for weeks.

They have phone numbers,
pictures, receipts...

They know everything about us, Joe.

Fuck! It's Fear, Inc.

It's fucking them. It's fucking them!

Okay, fine, just look ahead.

Just look ahead. Don't look at them.

(SCREAMING AND WHOOPING)

- Oh, fuck!
- Fucking shit!

Okay, see?

Just some fucking teenagers
on their way home from a party.

It's fine. Okay, just drive slowly.

Be safe, be calm, it's fine.

It's fine.

(SIREN BLARING)

Fuck! We're being fucking pulled over!

Joe! I told you to not do anything stupid!

- How fast were you going?
- (SIGHS)

Oh, fuck!

(SIREN BLARING IN THE DISTANCE)

(KNOCKING ON WINDOW)

OFFICER SMITH: In a rush, are we?

Um, I'm really sorry, Officer.

Have you had anything to drink tonight?

No, no, no. Not at all.

I've been at home all night.

(SNIFFLES)

It's the middle of the night,
driving recklessly...

Yeah, it's 'cause we're actually
late for a flight.

We were supposed to be going to Hawaii.

It's a second honeymoon of sorts.

Wow, Hawaii.

I'm jealous.

Yeah.

All right, license and registration, and I'll
make this as quick and painless as possible.

Thank you, Officer.

I guess it's...

Shit, um, actually it looks like

I forgot my wallet at home, Officer.

How were you planning
on getting on a flight with no ID?

A young couple, driving an unmarked van

with no license plates
toward the desert this late?

You got a body in the back of this thing?

I'm just yanking your chain. (LAUGHS)

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

I'm gonna run this registration.

Mind if I grab your license, honey,
just to have something to put in the file?

You know, you won't believe this,

but I think I've left it at home, too.

With his.

Doesn't look like you two
are gonna be going to Hawaii this morning.

Oh, we're fucked. We're totally fucked.

I knew we should have gone to the cops
when this all started!

Calm down!

Aside from speeding,
we haven't done anything wrong.

He has no reason
to search the van, all right?

What if he's Fear, Inc.?

Joe, he's a fucking cop.

No, I don't know, my head is all screwed up
from this whole thing.

What if he's one of them
and he wants to take us back

to his warehouse and kill us or something?

Okay, you have to stop.

This is just gonna make things worse.

We're going to be fine,
we haven't done anything wrong.

All right? Okay, stay calm.

Tell me, Mr. Foster,
what is Customized Events, LLC,

and why are you driving
their van to the airport?

Oh, it's my brother's company.
You know, when I...

My car's in the shop
and he lets me borrow one of their vans.

How did you know my name?

Sir, you need to calm down.

No, I never told you my name,
and I never gave you my license.

Calm down, sir.

What precinct exactly are you working with?

I'm gonna need you
to step out of the vehicle.

(JOE SCREAMING)

Go, go, go!

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

JOE: This is so fucked up.

- Hey, ready?
- Yeah, yeah.

Joe...

Okay.

All right, on three, I guess, okay?

Yeah. Oh, God!

- It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.
- (EXHALES SHARPLY)

Real quick.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Did you hear that?

- LINDSEY: Is that...
- What?

JOE: How the fuck did they find us?

LINDSEY: Oh, my God,
there's gotta be GPS in the van.

Joe, what do we...

This way. Run, run!

Get down! Get down!

- (WHIMPERING)
- (SHUSHING)

What are they gonna do?
What are they gonna do?

Joe!

We know you're out here, Joe!

I'll make you a deal.

Come on out, we let the princess live.

Abe, you hear that?

It's getting late and I need my beauty sleep.

What do you say?

Just turn yourself over and she goes home,
safe and sound.

Last chance.

Show her you still
got those tiny little balls

she first fell in love with.

What's it gonna be, Joe?

I'm gonna go. I love you.

No!

Joe!

No, man... Fuckin'...

- No!
- Don't...

Wow, Joe. Boyfriend of the year.

Look, man, it was an accident.

- Quiet!
- It was just a mistake.

Check him.

- (EXCLAIMS)
- ABE: Easy.

Easy, Cat.

You people.

You think you can do whatever you want,
with no repercussion.

No, it's not true, man. We thought he...
(GRUNTS)

We thought the guy...

Tom, his name was Tom!
Did you know he had a wife?

That he had a fucking daughter?

I thought he was gonna kill her, man.

I thought he was gonna kill her.

That's the service you paid us for.
You called us!

No, we tried! I tried!

But you guys said it was sold out.

All right, when it started,
yeah, I played along.

What kind of fucked up
company do you guys run?

You made me think that I killed my friend.

It was a fucking plastic hand.

You're the horror buff, Joe.
You should have known!

(JOE SCREAMS)

Please, man you gotta stop, okay?

It was just an accident, man.

- Tie him up.
- It's a fucking accident!

(MUFFLED)

ABE: You took my friend's last breath.

Now we're gonna take hers.

(LINDSEY GRUNTS)

JOE: Lindsey!

Lindsey!

(MUFFLED GRUNTING)

(GUNSHOT)

JOE: (YELLS) Lindsey!

ABE: Let's go!

JOE: Oh, God!

(JOE SCREAMS)

(JOE CRYING)

Oh, God!

(SOBS)

(CRYING) No, no, no.

Please, no.

(CONTINUES CRYING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(WAILING)

(GRUNTING)

No.

(GRUNTING LOUDLY)

I'll go down this road

To find my brother

I'll go down this road

To find a friend

I'll go down this road

To find a sinner in myself

I'll go down

Down this road again

Can I help you?

Do you have a phone I could use?

Yeah, we got a phone,
but I'm gonna first need you

to tell me who you are and what happened.

Some guys, uh...

They killed my girlfriend

out there in the desert.

I walked here, I just...

Please... Just please can I use your phone?

Phone's on the counter.

LINDSEY: (DISTORTED VOICE)
Was that scary enough for you?

What?

Hi.

Oh, my God, baby. You're alive.

(LAUGHS) You're all right.

I am. And you are.

And you did it, you did it.

I missed you, too.

Wait, wait, what do you mean?

What did I do?

What did I... I'm sorry, what's going on?

This is all part of our package.

I'm sorry. Uh... What? What...

Are you fucking serious?

Yeah, I told them how obsessed you were
with horror movies,

and they took it from there,

they've catered this whole thing to you!

But, so, um...

(STUTTERING)

That means that everything...

That was, uh, planned?

- That was...
- ABE: Hey, Joe.

Fuck!

It's okay.

Welcome to the wrap party.

How you feeling, dude?

Pete, turn up the lights and get some brews,

cast and crew is on their way.

After 48 hours of this,
we need to decompress.

- (STUTTERS)
- Come on, sit down.

Right there.

This is crazy.

Does that mean that Ben and Ashleigh,
they were in on everything, too?

(SCREAMS AND GRUNTS)

Are you kidding me?
Look at you. He's still scared!

What is wrong with you?

You know what hand this is?
This is my lovemaking hand, Joe.

- Oh, my God. I fucking hate you.
- (CHUCKLES)

- (LAUGHS)
- Oh, well, that was an experience.

An experience?

This was a fucking nightmare is what it was.

Surprise.

(CHUCKLES)

So, uh... you guys knew everything
that was gonna happen?

Kind of. We had this bullet-point version,

but most of it was just improv.

Not knowing everything probably made it
all much more believable, right?

ASHLEIGH: Even when I knew when
something was going to happen,

it still ended up scaring the shit out of me.

Yeah.

So you guys just made up all that stuff
about them being crazy?

What? No. Dude.

These people are really fucked up, man.

But I knew you'd love it, all right?

Come on, these people
are fucking degenerates.

You gotta be a little off to do this.

Yeah, to be honest, I'm just glad
that it's over and that no one got hurt.

There were times when
I definitely started to question them.

Yeah.

And to think,
these guys do this every fucking week.

(BOTTLES CLINKING)

Ladies and gentlemen,
we meet here once again.

For the past eight years,
all over the country,

a few of the privileged
have hired our little gang of misfits

to create an experience they'll never forget.

And you know what, they never have.

No matter what the situation,
or how big the project we're working on,

you all give it 110% every time.

Tonight's victim, Joe Foster,
gave us quite a fight.

It's impressive to make
it out of a horror movie alive.

But to make it out of several,

well, that's quite a feat.

I'll leave you with a quote
from one of my favorite movies.

"You are the disease, and I'm the cure."

(SIGHS)

Whoa, all right.

Oh, I get it. Is this time for the gangbang,

is that what's about to happen?

Wait, why do I know this?

- (GUNSHOT)
- (SCREAMS)

Let go!

- Lindsey!
- Joe, Joe!

- (SCREAMING)
- LINDSEY: Please, no!

Joe, you didn't think we'd let you leave

without experiencing
your all-time favorite death scene?

(CRYING) Joe!

Please let her go!

No!

(CHOKING)

Cut to black, bitch.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

Oh...

Oh, well, I'm so sorry, we're sold out.

Got another one, boys!

(MUSIC PLAYING)