All language subtitles for Hostel.Part.III.2011.UNRATED.720p.BrRip.x264.YIFY

Here's your key.

Hello.

Oh. Uh...

My bad. They gave me the wrong key.

Not your bad.
We stay a little long.

We're now leaving soon.

Okay.

- What the fuck, guy?
- It's okay, Viktor.

He's here for the room.

Yeah.

Yeah.

You're on vacation.

Uh, yeah.

I have actually never been here before.
It's... It's a pretty cool town.

Where are you guys from?

- Ukraine.
- Cool.

Now that he kidnapped me I don't
know where we're going to end up.

You're so dirty. Ha-ha-ha.

Enough. You're going to wear me out.

Come.

Have a drink with us.

Uh...

It's vodka, man. Don't be shy.

Come on, man.

Yeah. You know, it's...

Well, actually I have got some beer.
Do you guys drink beer?

It's still cold.

Beer, huh?

Yeah.

I like this guy.

He brings party with him, huh?

Come.

There you go.

- There we go.
- We do a cheers now, huh?

- Sure.
- Nazdrovia.

- Nazdrovia.
- Nazdrovia.

Okay. I go take shower, then we go.

Oh, shit.

Fuck. I am sorry, man.
I didn't mean to...

No. For what?

Never mind. It's human nature.

- I am looking everything that moves.
- Right.

- Okay.
- She's hot, right?

- Yeah, she's pretty hot.
- Yeah.

Yeah.

Hey, we were in this club, crazy chicks.
You go there, you're going to score.

- I have club card for you.
- Oh, no.

No, no, no. You're going to go
in there, man. Connection.

Anka, I need that club's card.

- Oh, hold on. I lose it.
- Okay.

Baby, I need the club card.

Anka.

Shit. Something's fucking wrong?

What the fuck? Anka.

Hey, get in here.
We got a problem, man.

Anka.

Talk. Talk.

Hey, get in here, man. Come on.

I think she's having a heart attack
or something. Talk to me.

What the fuck you doing, man?
Get in here.

Anka, talk to me.

Come on, man.
We got to get her to a doctor.

Help me, man.
Call a fucking doctor.

Hey. Come on, man.
What the fuck? Help me.

Call the fucking doctor.
What the fuck you standing there?

What the fuck you doing, man?
Get in here.

What...?

What is going on?

Anka.

Yeah, we're good to go.

Here.

Keep her dry. If she gets sick,
we will have to discount her.

Come on.

Save that shit for the honeymoon, please.

Oh, the best man.

You know, since I am the best
man, which clearly I am,

you know, why is it that
she's marrying you?

You had your chance freshman year.

- What ever happened?
- I don't know.

You were a man-whore?

Not in front of her. Thanks for that.

Come on, let's go.

Again. More of this.

You get to kiss this jackhole
for the rest of your life.

This weekend, he's mine.

- Such a dick.
- Don't let him bang any strippers.

What?

There are no strippers in Palm Springs.

Well, there's no decent strippers
in Palm Springs, all right.

Once I get him out on the course,

the only thing he's going to
be banging is five irons, Ames.

Okay.

- I will call you from the hotel.
- Be safe.

All right.

- A little breakfast?
- No. I am good. It's a little early.

- Even for you.
- This is nothing, man.

In a couple of hours, you are going to be
doing blow off some hot stripper's ass.

You said there were no good
strippers in Palm Springs.

There aren't.

We're not going to Palm Springs, are we?

# Crank that system up #

# I want to be on top #
# So don't let up #

# Crank that system out #

# I want to hear that shout #
# So don't let up #

# If tonight's the night #
# Come on, let's do it right #

# So don't, so don't let up #

# If tonight's the night #
# Come on, let's do it right #

# So don't, so don't let up #

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

What the fuck is this?

Anka.

Anka.

Anka.

Get up.

Anka.

Hey. Who the fuck are you guys?

What the fuck you doing?

What the fuck you want with us?

Anka.

Hey.

Come to me.

- You motherfuckers, don't touch her.
- Aah. Aah.

- Don't touch her.
- Aah. Aah.

Come to me.

Come to me, motherfuckers.

Who are you? Where...?

Where the fuck are you taking her?

Aah. I don't want to die.

Anka. I am going to come for you.

Let go.

Let go.

No.

Anka.

Anka, I am going to come for you.

All you motherfuckers are going to die.

No.

# I hope you ready, ready #
# I hope you feel it #

# I hope you ready, ready #
# No, no, don't be sweet #

# I hope you ready, ready #
# Ready, ready, ready, ready #

# Tonight is the night #

# I hope you ready, ready #
# I hope you feel it #

# I hope you ready, ready #
# No, no, don't be sweet #

# I hope you ready, ready #
# Ready, ready, ready, ready #

# I hope you ready, ready #
# Ready, ready, ready, ready #

Ha, ha.

Here comes the bride.

- What's up?
- How's the leg?

- It's okay.
- Carter.

- How are you, Mike?
- I am glad you made it.

Good to be here.

- How you doing? Thanks for coming.
- Wouldn't miss it.

We're not here for you.
We're here for this.

Bounce it.
Up and down, north to south.

How great is this?
Tits and ass at your table.

I could get
all the stripper action I want,

look my wife in the face and say
I never went to the club. Genius.

- Sit down. Let's do some damage.
- Okay. Cool.

# I hope you ready, ready #

Ha-ha-ha. Look at that.
Spade and neutered. What's up?

# I hope you ready, ready #
# Ready, ready #

Yeah. Dude, some come for the
free booze, I come not to lose.

Pay me, motherfucker.

Oh, yeah.
Winner, winner, chicken dinner, bitches.

# I hope you ready #

This whole place is a lab experiment.

Look. Look at it.
There are no windows.

There are no clocks on the walls.

They pump oxygen in here to keep you awake.

They give you free booze to keep you drunk.

They parade women
in front of you on top of that.

It's all just to take your money.
Man, this place is evil incarnate.

Yeah, maybe so,
but not when you're winning.

Mikey, you're looking
a little light over there.

Oh, me? I am golden.
It's you I am worried about.

Oh, God. Don't start this shit.

Wait, what shit?

His "don't do it" speech.
I have heard every version of it.

You're going to tell him not to
get married. You don't want him to.

- You're married, you know that, right?
- Yeah. I know.

And it's a living hell, Carter.
Seriously.

Marriage is nothing
but a three-ring circus.

Engagement ring, wedding ring,
suffering. You will see.

Yeah, but it's going to be
different for Scotty.

Really? Interesting. How exactly?

Because he's not marrying a bitch.

Oh, see, there it is.
He comes in with a:

I am getting married in one week,
and you and your lovely wife

are going to be there.
My lovely fat wife. Yes, we will.

- Okay, time to go.
- What? What are you doing? I am hot.

That's why they sent over
the cooler. Asians are bad luck.

You make good firecrackers, though.

That is just some racist bullshit.

I am sorry, man.
He did not mean that.

All right. So, what now?

Got Cirque du Soleil tickets.

Oh, so you're not only disabled,
you're also gay.

Sometimes.

But it's not going to matter too much

because Scotty is getting
seriously eye fucked

by the girls at the progressive slots.
See them?

Dude, they are hot.
And I bet you they hate their fathers.

- Yes.
- What are you doing? Don't start.

I am not doing anything.
Justin, do your thing. Limp on over.

Nothing wets a pussy
like this hardware, huh?

Pity fuck is still a fuck.

That's true.

Hey, guys.

- I am Kendra.
- I am Nikki.

Hi. I am Scott.
This is Carter, Mike and Justin.

- Mike.
- So you girls want to join the party?

Not much of a party.

- We're just kind of getting started.
- We have a Jacuzzi.

It's in our room, if you guys
wanted to head up there.

Smooth.

You guys have any better ideas?

We know a place, but it's off the strip.

Yeah, it's way off the strip.

I don't know, it might be too much
for some nice boys from the suburbs.

It's a little freaky.

Do you like freaky?

We like freaky. We have always
been into that sort of thing.

What about you?

Um...

Do you like freaky?

Yeah.

Yeah, sure.

Hey, listen, on the radio here,

I love this guy.
I have his records.

But do you think you could turn
it down a couple of notches

so we can hear ourselves?

Thank you.

Yeah. Do you think
that those girls are pros?

- What, hookers? Pfft.
- No, tennis pros.

Who cares? I want to poke them
in their vaginas with Justin's crutch.

Go check their oil with my tongue.
Know what I mean?

A little low down there?
You need a fill-up?

Hey, you know your meter's not working, man.

You high rollers pay me 20 bucks,
I call it even.

- You sure this is right?
- I think that's it back there.

The GPS shows it should be right here.

You see a club? I don't see a club.

All I see is a bacon factory.

What are you afraid of?
Think I am going to drive you to the alley

where my friends steal your money
and cut your heads off?

Okay, time to go.

- All right.
- Okay.

That is way off the strip, all right.

- Are you sure this is it?
- It's the address she gave us.

Those girls were right.
This place is pretty freaky.

What you want?

We're here for the party.

You on the list?

Yeah. Nikki and Kendra sent us?

Oh.

So you're that deal?

What does that mean?

It means you're going to have a nice time.

Come on in. Down the hall.

Dude, this place feels fucked.

I think we should go.

- What, go check out Cirque du Soleil?
- Sure.

Your vagina's hanging out.

- What?
- Yeah.

- How did that get out?
- Second time.

My goodness.

Well, we're here.
Might as well see what it's all about.

"Might as well see what it's all about."

Dude, we're not going anywhere.

Oh, fuck. That's me.

- Fuck, dude.
- It's Amy.

You probably want to take that.

- You're practically married.
- Guess what I do.

When I am away from my wife, I turn
off my phone. She can't call, can't text,

can't make me send a photo of where
I am at because she's insecure.

- That's why your marriage sucks.
- She put on 30 pounds, so...

Amy, hey.

You said you would call
when you got to the hotel.

I know, I am sorry.

Um, look, we're just walking in
somewhere, so I am... I got to go.

So I will call you when I get back
to the hotel tonight?

- Scott.
- Yeah?

Should I be worried about you?

No.

Please don't do this.

You have nothing to worry about,
okay? I love you.

Okay.

I love you.

Guys?

Very funny.

Hello?

Hello?

What the fuck?
What are you doing?

Stop it. I can't fucking breathe.

Where the fuck are you taking me?

Ugh. Let me go.

What the fuck?

# DJ, turn it up #

# Turn, turn, turn #
# Turn, turn it up #

Now, that's a bachelor party.

Ah. You fuckers.

Ah. You assholes.

# That's when she dances #
# Like them girls #

# In the nightclub #

# That's when she dances #
# Like them girls #

# In the nightclub #

I am going to kill you.
I am going to kill you.

- Are you in on it?
- I had no idea.

# She drops to the floor #
# Brings it back up slow #

# Like a stripper #
# That girl puts on a show #

# So I swear #
# Just fell in love #

Scott. Scott. Scott.

# Up in this club #

Scott. Scott. Scott.

# DJ, turn it up #

# Turn, turn, turn, turn #
# Turn, turn it up #

# Let me hear that beat drop #

# Beat drop, beat drop #

# To her favorite part #

# Part, part, part #

They won't put their clothes on.
They just won't do it.

# In the night club #
# That's when she dances #

- Are you mad?
- Uh...

Maybe.

# And dances and dances #

You guys set me up pretty good.

Hey, it's what they paid us to do.

So you're a...?

What do they call you now?

Oh, this week, "escorts."

Are you disappointed?

No.

Good.

Let's go.

Where?

The champagne room.

You are going to get me in so much trouble.

Hey, I am Angela.

Hey.

I am, uh... I am Justin.

I am sorry.

- Got to get back to my friend.
- Sure.

Just so you know, darling,
this thing stays hard all night.

Who lit the fuse on her tampon?

Tampon.

What is wrong with your friend?

A lot.

You're too sweet for her.

So why don't you stay here?

I want you to wait for me because

I don't know how long
your friend's going to be, okay?

- You ready?
- Mm-hm.

I just came in my pants.

That's not my wife.

That's not my wife.

Shh. Don't tell anyone. Keep a secret.

# Heart track #

# Hit back #

# Whole smack #

# Grinds me #

# I am on your #

# Heart track #

# Hard snatch, winds me #

Mmm.

Yeah. Oh.

No. No, no. Can we...?
Can we just...?

Slow down, slow down, slow down.

Slow is cool.

- We have got the room for an hour.
- Yeah.

No, no. Um...

No. I am just thinking
maybe we could just talk.

- Talk?
- Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah.

Like, um, are you from Vegas?

Is that what you want to talk about?

No, no. It's just that, um...

No. It's just that, uh...

Oh. Oh. Is...?
Is this your first time?

No. I am...

I am getting married.

Not tonight.

Not tonight. No, not tonight.

- Please, Kendra. Kendra.
- Wait.

Just relax, okay?

Nobody's going to know anything.

Yeah. I know, I know.

No, but look... Look. Look, I was...
I was unfaithful last year.

All right, my fiancee found out
and I almost lost her.

All right, I realize how fucking lame
this sounds, I do, but I just...

I told myself that I wasn't going to
be that guy anymore.

Hey, I get it.

It's cool. Nothing has to happen.

We can just hang out.

At least, here.

Have another drink.

Ahh.

Scotty. I just found out who killed JFK.
You want to know?

You still have your clothes on.
You are slow, you little bitch.

What's up?

- Somebody threw up in our room so...
- Somebody?

Yeah.

- Yeah, you did.
- Hey, you can't keep a secret.

Close your mouth, open your legs.
Close your mouth, open your legs. Ha-ha-ha.

- Are you okay?
- No.

No. I need to get some air.

Okay.

Air is good. Air is good. Get some H2O.

No, that's water.
Hey. What are you doing?

- Great.
- You're hot, but I need you to leave.

You're hotter. Hi, Nikki.

Indy 500.

Ah. One more, one more.

Open up.

Come on. Is anybody in there?

Please.

Open the fucking door.

Bachelor boy finally woke up, huh?

Yeah. I think the warm
piss in his pants did it.

We thought you were dead.

Just dead drunk.

Ugh. God.

You know, I would have carried you to bed,

but you're fucking huge and
I have got a gimpy leg, so...

Heh. Last thing I remember, I was throwing
up and got locked out of the club.

How did you get back here?
You were here when we got in.

Um...

The cabbie.
The cabbie with the broken meter.

- Oh. Did you at least get laid?
- No. But she was a cutie.

That pisses me off because I paid that whore
good money to rock your world. In advance.

Where's Mike? Did he pass out
in the tub covered in his puke again?

Yeah, probably. But not here.
He went home with that, uh, Nikki girl.

He hasn't resurfaced.

Did you try calling him?

Dude, his phone's in the sex dead zone.

He's miles from home. Remember?

It's not going to be on
until we get back to Phoenix.

- You have reached Mike.
- Voice mail. I am in Vegas.

- So, leave me the fuck alone.
- Hey, Mikey, it's Scott.

Turn your phone on, man.
We're looking for you.

I wouldn't worry too much about Mike.
He knows what time our flight is.

It's the spell of Vegas, man.
Like I said, it is pure evil.

Looks like Mikey was getting the
bachelor party you were supposed to.

Yeah.

What the fuck is this?

What the fuck did you guys
put in that champagne?

It's got a nasty aftertaste.

I know I ate some fucking pussy.
What is this?

All right, I get it. I got you, Scott.
Now you got me. Ha, ha.

Come on, guys. What the fuck?

- Shit.
- Yeah.

- You are in the shit.
- Who the fuck are you?

- What are you doing?
- What does it look like?

- I am not going to die in here.
- Who said anything about dying?

- Come to me, motherfucker.
- What is going on?

Come on, you motherfucker.

- Argh.
- What is he doing to him?

Oh, my God.
Oh, my fucking God.

Get the fuck away from me.

Scott. Justin.
What the fuck is going on?

There's our snaky motherfucker.

Oh, my fucking God. Get the...

- I like when they fight.
- Yeah.

Fucking son of a fucking bitch.

Get the fuck off of me.

Fucking piece of shit.

Is this a fucking joke?
What the fuck?

Fuck you.

Please. I didn't do anything.
This is a mistake.

Guys, please.

My name is Mike Malloy from Arizona.
Let me go.

Shut your mouth.
Take it like a man.

- Fucking asshole.
- Fucking Jes...

Let me the fuck out of here.
Who the fuck are you?

Who the fuck are you?
Get the fuck off of me.

No, no. Aah.

This is fucking bad.

Please. Plea... Fucking please.

What the fuck?
What the fuck are you doing?

- Is this a fucking joke?
- Oh, yeah.

And the punch line is a killer.

My friends have money.
We have money. We can pay you.

- We can pay you.
- You have already been paid for.

What the fuck is he talking about? What?

What do you mean "paid for"?
What the fuck is going on?

Who the fuck are these people?

No.

What the fuck is going...?
What the fuck is going...?

Who the fuck are you people?

What are you doing?

Oh, my God.
What the fuck are you doing?

No, no. Get the fuck away from me.
Get the fuck...

No, stop.

Stop. What the fuck are you doing?

Stop.

Oh, fuck.

No. What the fuck are you doing?

Please, don't let me...

Please.

Please, stop.

Stop. Stop.

Stop.

What is wrong with you?

This is a fucking mistake.

Please, stop.
Please don't. Please.

What are you doing?

Please. Please.

I have a wife. I have a daughter, a son.
They're 6 and 4.

Begging for family.
One minute, 58 seconds.

The over-under was two minutes.

Congratulations to players two,
five and seven.

What the fuck is she talking about?
What the fuck is going on?

I don't understand.

What the fuck is this?

This has to be a fucking joke. No.

No, please, don't.

Help me, please.

Hey, Mike, we're still looking for you.

Hey, Mike, we're still looking for you.

We're starting to freak out
a little bit. Call us back.

Maybe we should call his wife.

That sounds like a very good idea.

Have you seen Mike?
We left him at a party last night

with a professional escort and
he disappeared. Good idea.

What do you suggest?

He was probably up all night dicking
that girl. Give him a couple of hours.

- We're just worried about him.
- Well, I am not.

I mean, look around, huh?

Everywhere you look,
there are coeds and milfs

and cougars, you know?
What are we going to do?

- Look for him? Where?
- Where did you find those girls?

It's Vegas. It's not hard.

Was it some kind of service you called?

Yeah, it was 1-800-WHORES, man.

I know how to find him.

How?

I totally forgot. That girl, Nikki,
she gave me her card.

- That's her e-mail address.
- We need a street address.

Yeah. No, it's called cyber stalking.

I am pretty good at it.

Hey, Nikki, it's Justin,

the guy with the crutch from last night.

We're looking for our friend.
We're wondering if you know where he is.

Please call me back. Thank you.

She definitely lives in a trailer park.

This is a classic
Vegas fucking fairy tale.

- What number is it?
- Uh, W17.

- And where is that?
- You know, I don't know, Carter.

I don't have a white-trash
locator on my phone.

Where is it? Is it one of these?

I think it's further up.

Are we getting warmer?

- Is this the one?
- Yeah.

Look, I don't think anybody's here.

Hello?

Nikki? Mike?

No. Mm-mm.

Your show, man.

This is definitely a bad idea.

Okay.

- Are you coming?
- Uh, no.

I will stay out here
and keep watch, I guess.

God, it fucking reeks in here.

Mike?

Hello?

Jesus.

Does it look like he's been here?

I don't know.

I guess it would explain
all these strap-ons, though.

He's obviously not here anymore.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

What the hell was that?

Justin.

Motherfuckers, get down.

All of you, on your fucking knees now.

It's me, Scott.

I know who you are.
What are you doing here?

- We need to talk to Nikki.
- So you broke into her house.

I think this is actually a trailer.

Shut up.

Okay, okay. Chill, chill.

Don't fuck with us.
Why are you looking for Nikki?

Our friend Mike
never came home last night.

She was the last one we saw him with.

And you think
that he just shacked up with her.

He's such an all-star lay,
she had to take him home.

Kendra, look, he wouldn't call us back.
We don't know what's going on.

This is obviously a scam
to get more money out of us.

How much do you want?
What about you, meth mouth?

Carter, shut up.

Look, we're sorry that we broke in.
We just want to talk to her,

- see what she knows about Mike.
- You don't get it, do you?

I can't ask her.

Nikki didn't come home last night.

Tacky hooker.

Too on-the-nose.

Shh. Shh, shh, shh.

Much better.

- Aah.
- Shh.

What do you think?

Rah, rah, rah.

Shut the fuck up.

Get it done.

What the fuck are you doing?

What are you doing?

Nice and sweet, like you.

Wh...?

Help.

Help.

Come, mama.

Help me.

What are you doing with that?

No.

Please. Help.

- No.
- No.

What are you going to do with that?

What are you doing?

What are you going to do?

Stop it.

How do I know
your friend didn't hurt her?

Because I know Mike.
He wouldn't hurt anybody.

You know what this town taught me?

Nobody knows anybody.

What happens in Vegas
stays in Vegas, right?

There's always that one son of a bitch

who doesn't realize
that this is all for show.

It's not real.

I have been saying that all along.

Um, how are we going to find them?

We're going to go back to the club.
Start at the beginning, retrace their steps.

- No. I think we should call the cops.
- No.

People disappear off the strip every night.

Police don't consider it a missing
person till they have been gone a week.

Look, we're going to find them.

There's no "we" here.

I just want to find my friend.

Ooh.

You're still fucking hot.

You are dead fucking sexy.

Oh, shit.

Nasty little bitch.

Say "deep throat."

That's good.
That's really good, babe.

That's nice work.
What do you think?

Hm? Don't you think?
Yeah, me too.

I will see you.

Oh. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Guys, guys. Hey.

- I got a text from Mike.
- What is he saying?

Uh, he says, "Sorry to disappear on you.
Crashed all day."

- Where is he?
- Where's Nikki?

Hold on, I am asking.

Where are you?

Ah. I am with Nikki.

She's sleeping. Battery dying.

Mm. Check it out.

God, Nikki, what did you do?

Hey, wait.

"Meet me here. Room 9, ASAP."

- Do you know where that is?
- Fremont district.

Okay, well, let's go kick his ass.

I am going to fucking kill him.

Are you coming, gimpy?

I think I am going to save myself
for the Special Olympics.

My leg's killing me.

Go get that asshole
and let's get out of here.

Hey, Mikey.

Mike, are you in there or what?

Mikey?

Nikki?

Well, at least we know they were here.
This is Nikki's purse.

What the hell is he up to?

Here's his phone.

And a note.

Guys, we stepped out.
Have a beer and chill.

At least we know
he hasn't lost his manners.

Hey, Mikey?

So should we just wait here for them?

What if they don't come back?

I am sorry this all got so fucked up.

As much as I'd love to have
a moment, I am just...

Oh, fuck.

What the fuck? Go, go.

No.

- Hey.
- Whoa. What the fuck?

I am sorry, man. I, uh...

- You Justin?
- You scared the shit out of me.

I know. I am really sorry about that,
but Mike is looking for you.

- He's not in there?
- He's at a bar right down the street.

Too drunk to walk.
He asked me to come get you.

Okay. He did?

Yeah. Yeah.

- Okay, well, let me call him.
- Cool.

- Oh, one more thing.
- What...? Ow. Oh, fuck.

Bet you thought that was
fucking hilarious, didn't you?

Look, you motherfuckers are making a mistake.

Huh? You're making a fucking mistake.
You know that, don't you?

You have no fucking idea
what you're doing.

Big fucking mistake.

- That's what they all say.
- Suck my dick, you faggot.

Where the fuck are we?

Who's doing this to us?

You're going to meet them soon enough.

When it's your turn,
they will come for you.

Come here, you motherfuckers.

Hey. Hey.

Fucking tough guys.

Come over here.

Where is Anka?

I don't know what's going on.
I don't... Hey, no. No.

- No.
- Shit. Justin, Justin. Justin.

Why are they doing this to me?

What is going on here?

Where are you taking him?

That was your friend?

That was my friend. Who are you?

You should have said goodbye to him, then.

Hey. Hey.

Hey, you motherfucker, stop.

Stop. Come here.

- Wait your turn, ese.
- Yeah, it's my fucking turn right now.

What is that?

Shit, why didn't you say something?

Come on. Hurry up, let's go.

- Back up.
- No.

Carter, what the fuck is going on?
What is that all about?

It's Elite Hunting Club.

What the fuck does that mean?

It means members only.

What are you talking about?
Where are you going?

Where the fuck are you going?

You can't leave me in here.

Carter.

Carter.

Get Mr. McMullin his Jack and Coke.

You can hold the Coke.

Accept my apologies for any inconvenience.

Inconvenience? That's what you call that?

Those guys were going to
drag me away like a piece of meat.

It must have been
a unique sensation for you.

I am glad to see you're enjoying this.

We are professionals.

There's a reason we kidnap
people who won't be missed.

Your special request has caused
more than a few inconveniences.

That was never my intention.

You know that. I am a good client.

Top-tier client.

Which is why I entertained the idea
in the first place.

Well, let's just agree that mistakes
were made on both sides.

How do we move on?

The females will make up
for the added expense.

And the others?

Your friends?

Collateral damage.

Do you have a problem with that?

If you do, I could call the home office.

They don't like to hear about problems.

They were always more his friends than mine.

So are we good?

Drink up.

It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay.

That was a total of nine
arrows until termination.

Congratulations to players five and 11.

Showtime.

I have big surprise for
that cattle prod motherfucker.

What the fuck they doing to her?

They took my woman.

They took my Anka.

These fucking people.

Who knows what they're doing to her?

She was my life.

She was my everything.

I am getting married next week.

Well, at least you didn't
get married last week.

And why is that?

Because your woman would be a widow now.

Let's go, pretty boy.

Fuck you.

Oh, that wasn't a request.

Okay.

Scott.

Okay, okay.

Where the fuck are you taking him?

Fuck.

Come on, pretty boy.
It's just a fucking jacket.

All right, all right, all right.

That's a nice tux.

Don't bother returning it.
Enjoy your honeymoon.

Welcome, members, to the Elite Hunting
Club's main event, a very special kill.

Enjoy the show.

- Don't get up. It's fine.
- What?

What is this?

What is this, Carter?

This? This is actually
a really fucking cheap tuxedo.

I have this very special custom job
I was going to wear to the wedding.

Okay.

I guess now
I will wear it to your funeral.

What are you saying?

Ho, ho, ho. I didn't think they'd be able
to find it, but they did. Recognize these?

This is really great.

Do you know what these are?

Those are the very expensive
German kitchen knives

that Amy registered for at Bloomie's.

I am glad they're here

because I actually used a knife
very much like this one

to kill a girl at the club in Macau.

I skinned her alive.
It took me six hours.

What kind of sick fuck are you?

But the problem

that I keep running into

is that the rush
just isn't there anymore.

I needed to up the ante a bit.
I needed to kill someone who mattered.

How are you going to get away with it?
You can't just make me disappear.

- That's what I pay these people for.
- What?

What, to kill your fucking friends?

Where are Mike and Justin?

- What did you do with them?
- That was actually a mistake.

That was a legitimate mistake.

That Mike was in the wrong place
at exactly the right time.

And Justin...

The poor bastard. He didn't deserve it.

What, I deserve this?

Why do I deserve this?

Because you got what I want.

Amy.

This is all about Amy?

I thought when she found out
that you cheated on her

she would leave you right away.

You told her.

You told her. You fucking...

Oh, she is going to be devastated
when she finds out.

You sick fuck.

But that's okay, I will be right there
next to her to console her.

You sick fuck.

- You sick fuck.
- And how long do you think it will be

before I am fucking her? You sick fuck.

In your own goddamn bed.

Don't you touch her. I will fucking
kill you. I will fucking kill you.

What kind of man are you, huh?
You do this to your fucking friends?

When it comes to pussy,

I have no friends.

You motherfuckers want a show?

- I will give you a fucking show.
- Go ahead.

Yeah.

Let him go.

Yeah.

You motherfuckers want a show, huh?

I will give you a fucking show.

The house always wins.

The honeymoon isn't quite over
yet, Elite Hunting Club members.

Now, who wants to bid
on killing the groom?

Get me the fuck out of here,
you motherfuckers.

You sick fucks.

Come on.
Come to me, you motherfucker.

Shut your mouth or I will fuck you up.
Come to me.

- My turn now.
- You motherfucker.

Give me that.

Huh? Oh, I am so fucking happy.

You die, tough guy. It's your turn.

Die, motherfucker.
Die, you piece of shit.

You motherfucker.

You fucking die.

Now I fuck your mother, okay?

Fuck.

No.

Die, motherfucker.

Take that, you fucking bitch.

Come on, motherfuckers.

I repeat, we have two
escaped prisoners on the loose.

Okay.

Sir. Sir, we have two on the loose.

- Have security round them up.
- Yes, sir.

Sound the alarm.

Oh, my God.

Jesus Christ.

Oh, God.

Oh, please.
Please, please, please.

Come on. Come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

Fuck.

- That mother...
- Fucking shit.

Shit.

Come on.

Come on. Come on.

Aah.

Oh, yes. Yes. Oh, God, please.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Please, please, please.

Oh, God, please.

911 operator, what is your emergency?

Yes, I need help.
They're killing people.

What is your location, sir?

Look, I don't know where I am.

- That's okay, sir.
- Oh, wait, wait.

- Please wait.
- Stay on the line. Stay calm.

- They have killed my friends.
- Killed your friends.

Hurry. They're going to kill me.

Remain calm, sir. Stay on the line.

I see dead people.

We have got a point of location.

The police are on their way.

Fuck.

My friends, please, keep your seats.

We are experiencing
a temporary power interruption.

As a safety precaution,

you will be escorted to your vehicles.

Yeah. Tennessee tuxedo called the cops.

We have been compromised.

That's it, we're shutting down.

Kill the prisoners?

Kill them all.

No witnesses.

Help me, please. Please, help.

Please, don't. Please.

Oh, God.

- Scott. Scott.
- Keys.

- Oh, God. Okay.
- Get me out.

- Hurry.
- Fuck.

Come on, come on, come on.

Come on, come on.

- Fuck.
- Shit.

Only one way out of here, motherfucker.

Why the hurry, huh?

- The place is going to blow.
- Yeah?

Fuck.

Fuck.

Oh, Jesus.

Fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Okay.

Fuck you.

Die.

Fuck you.

No. Wait.

You motherfucker.

You motherfucker, come here.
Come... Wa...

No.

Fuck.

I can't believe he's gone.

I just... I feel like none of this would
have happened if I hadn't take him to Vegas.

Don't talk like that.

Hell, at least, you survived.

It's okay.

You can cry.

Carter?

Yeah?

I don't want to be alone tonight.

You don't have to be, Amy.

I am right here.

I am not going anywhere.

I need a drink.

- Would you like a drink?
- Yeah.

I would love a drink. Yeah.

Okay.

- Oh, can I help you with that?
- Oh, no.

I got it.

Problem is...

he's alive.

What do you say
we finish that bachelor party?

Amy, please help me.

The house always wins.