All language subtitles for Killing Mary Sue 2025 1080p

[inspirational music]

[rattling]

[gunshots]

["Skygods" by Can't Tell You]

♪ Just pray for me now ♪

♪ I'm keeping my feet
on solid ground ♪

♪ I'm keeping my head
up above the clouds ♪

♪ Pray for me now ♪

-♪ Just pray for me now ♪
-♪ Lay me down to sleep ♪

♪ Pray to Lord my soul to keep ♪

♪ Please keep my feet
up on the concrete ♪

♪ I'll keep walking
through the darkness ♪

♪ Long as you keep my body
from dropping into a coffin ♪

-[continues on radio]
-♪ Nobody hears me
still, I keep talking ♪

♪ Head down
and still I keep walking ♪

-♪ I pray loud
but the devil keeps taunting ♪
-[deeply blows]

♪ I pray loud, but the devil
keeps knocking... ♪

-Dad, look! I drew us.
-What?

-[siren distantly wailing]
-[ominous tone]

-Other side.
-[chuckling] Oh. [loudly gasps]

-So beautiful! Look, that's me
and that's you, and...
-[chuckles]

...and the other-- Yes!

Oh, my God!
I'm gonna hold on to this
forever and ever.

You know, you deserve the world,
sugar plum.

And I'm gonna give it to you.

I mean, big-ass house,
toys, parties, friends!

You ready to go get it?

We're gonna go in there
and scrounge up

our investment capital
right now.

[kisses] Let's go get it.

♪ Well, the years pass by
the tears are half dry ♪

-♪ You have to ask why
they all praise to the sky ♪
-♪ Pray for me now ♪

[doorbell chimes]

-[light jazz music playing]
-[bell chimes]

What do you want?

-Anything at all.
-Ice cream!

Yes! Good choice!

All right, now listen,
go grab a bunch,

but remember,
do not turn around.

Got it?

Okay, baby. Use your hands.

[ominous tone]

-[gun cocks]
-[muffled] Yo,
open the register!

-Give me the fucking money!
-[gunshot]

[airplanes rumbling]

[horns honking]

[indistinct chatter on PA]

[indistinct chatter on PA]

[airplane rumbling]

[eerie, whimsical music]

[man on radio]
Everybody,
get a load of this one,

you're not gonna believe it.

From trailer park trash
to Washington political trash.

No, no, no!
Let's, let's hear it.

We can confirm Senator
Bradley Weiner's stepdaughter,

Mary Sue Harper,
has returned today home

following her massive scandal
this week in Moscow.

The allegations? Sex,
violent confrontations
with authorities,

enough drugs
to kill an elephant,

and guess
who bailed her out again?

[scoffs] I mean, what business
does she even have over there?

She's a spoiled brat,
plain and simple.

Never thought of anything
other than her own
selfish desires

-and her own--
-Okay, that, that's enough.

-This story has--
-[radio beeps]

[music continues]

[man]
Are you serious?

Just, uh, don't tell
the big guy, huh?

[music increases]

[clattering]

[sighs] Carrie?

Yeesh!

[sighs]

Carrie! You home?

[music continues]

Got my stuff?

[door creaks]

[sighs]

[ethereal chiming]

[music resumes]

And the housekeeper
pulls through again.

[deeply exhales]

[camera shutter clicks]

-[man] She's
in her room, I think.
-[chuckles] Nice.

-[camera shutter clicks]
-Hey, you think I can hit it?

-I bet she puts out super easy.
-[man chuckles]

[man] Careful. She's
a druggie piece of shit,
just like her real dad.

He was stabbed or shot,
or what was it?

Stabbed 12 times
in the face and neck.

-Pretty fucking sick,
if you ask me.
-How the fuck

-did you get down here?
-[slurps and exhales]
And I only put out

if you can punch me
in the face. Hard.

All right? No pussy shit.
I'm talking broken orbitals.

Okay? Send me to the next week.
S-- scratch that,
next fucking month.

Okay? You can rock me like that,

I'll let you photograph me
however the hell you want.
How's that for a deal?

["Matt Bennett" by Popstar Nima]

-[exhales]
-Gandhi once said,

"Do what you love and you'll
never work a day in your life."

-[deeply breathes]
-And, well, it,
it's a long story.

-[whooshing]
-People call me spoiled,
people call me entitled,

but I know where
the anger comes from.

They're jealous.
They're lucky if they can
just barely scrape by

and pay their bills
working some shit job.

Well, I'm lucky because my dad
robbed a convenience store
when I was seven.

-[shouts] Give me
the fucking money!
-[gunshot]

-[thudding]
-[gasps] Fuck, man,
I was just--

-[flesh squelching]
-[yells]

♪ ...sitting on a dryer ♪

-♪ It's okay... ♪
-[Mary Sue]
Cue my mom's slut face...

...her meeting
Mayor Bradley Weiner
at a fundraiser...

-[whooshing]
-[bell tolling]

...Mayor Bradley Weiner becoming
Senator Bradley Weiner...

-[whooshing]
-[crowd cheering]

...and Senator Bradley Weiner
freeing us from the tyranny
of having to live real lives.

Look at me now, Dad! I get
to have all your fun with none
of the consequences, don't I?

-[snorting]
-People say that Bradley
only got married to further

his political goals
or something.

And also that he's trying
to get rid of me.

Like the time he sent me away
to another country?

Or that I'm an abuse victim...
[scoffs] whatever that means.

But again, that's just
stupid people being
stupid jealous.

-...great to see you--
-[Mary Sue] If I could use

one word to describe
my stepdad...

-[inaudible chatter]
-...it would be honest,

loyal, hard-working, and pure.

-[whooshing]
-He's not the guy who says
one thing and does another

behind closed doors.
He lives his values.

I hope you vote for me
in 20 years. Thank you, Mommy!

[Mary Sue]
Being a senator's kid truly
allows you to live your life

the way Gandhi would've wanted.
Rules? Not my problem.

Money? Not my problem.

[chuckling] Problems?
Not my fucking problem.

-[deeply inhales]
And he'll never say it...
-[splashing]

...but I know why he does it.

It's because he loves me.

I mean,
I'm pretty sure he loves me.

The senator's stepdaughter
attacked two photographers
outside her home.

Inserting their own cameras
up their anal cavities.

[indistinct shouting]

After she claimed that they,
and I'd like to quote her
on this...

..."Couldn't hit her
in the damn face hard enough."

-[yells]
-Get down there!

[Mary Sue]
I mean, like,
why wouldn't he love me?

Mary Sue Harper got kidnaped
for a third time!

Another high profile scandal
for Senator Weiner,

as the Navy SEALs are
once again called in

-to rescue her
on the taxpayer's dime.
-[camera shutter clicks]

-[Mary Sue]
He definitely loves me.
-Mary Sue Harper...

-Mary Sue Harper
was detained this afternoon.
-[reporter 1] Mary Sue Harper...

-[reporter 2] Mary Sue Harper...
-[reporter 1] ...has seduced
the Prime Minister of Malaysia

and stolen his kidneys.
She is a national...

[all]
...security risk.

[Mary Sue]
Because, truth be told,

I would literally take
a bullet for that man.

I need you
to put a bullet in her.

["Matt Bennet" continues]

[clattering]

[ethereal chiming]

[gunshot]

-[news theme music playing]
-[reporter] The waters
are very choppy

as Senator Weiner looks to be

reelected for his fourth term.

His opponent,
activist Anita Koch,

surges even further
in the polls.

Many are claiming this to be
the beginning of the end

of a long, hard road for Weiner.

Various analysts are looking
at the data and making

-grim predictions for Weiner
as his path to victory narrows.
-Here you go, sir.

-Only two months ago, he was
leading by double digits...
-But--

-...and now that's...
-Cut that into triangles.
It's more sandwich that way.

Oh, of, of course, sir.

There's a lot of housekeepers
I could go with, so don't
make me regret buying American.

-I understand.
Won't happen again.
-...push in the coming week...

-Carrie.
-[light ominous tone]

-...he will secure...
-Triangles.

More sandwich.

Yes, sir. I understand.

Lucky I'm
in a good mood tonight.

-[gunshots on video game]
-[chiming on video game]

[Paige on phone]
The thing is, you need to take
control of your life, girl.

And he is never
gonna let you do that.

You know, Paige,
you're so fucking right.

God, I'm so happy
to hear you finally say that.

Right? Like, he's weak!

-He is. And holding you back!
-100%.

-[gunshots continue]
-[chiming]

Like, sending you
around the world
to pick up bags of cash.

It's a power play,
with all his foreign bribes.

What better way to make sure
they know they're below him

than to make them hand
the money over to someone
he thinks is such a fuck up?

W-- wait, uh,
who are you talking about?

Your stepdad?

What? No! Bradley's awesome!

Who did you think
we were talking about?

[scoffs] Those fucking losers
who couldn't punch me

-in the face hard enough.
-What?

It's like,
just go for it, you know?

Like, if I give you
full permission,
why you gotta hold back?

-What?
-You know, Paige,
thanks for talking this through.

-Really needed your support.
-[chiming continues]

[knocks on door]

-[door creaking]
-Your stepfather's coming.

[whimsical, suspenseful music]

[mouthing]

It's time to check in on her.

-What's the price today?
-U-- um, skim, whole,
2%, or organic?

Whole.

It's, uh, it's, uh,
it's, uh, $4.38 a gallon.

Uh, com-- co-- come in!

-[door opens and creaks]
-[suspenseful tone]

-[whispers] Shit! [grunts]
-[clattering]

Mary Sue, on the bed.
Janine, let's have a word.

This doesn't go there.

Uh, my adorable little girl.
You've always been
so faithful and supportive.

You've been
my greatest champion,
and I'll never forget it.

Thanks, Bradley. You know
how much I love you. [chuckles]

And I... love

u--nique gifts.

Which is why we got you
a very unique and special gift.

We've been eagerly anticipating
your trip tomorrow.

Six months gone in a flash,
and now here you are,

off to one of your big,
important jobs.

[sighing] Yeah, I always do feel
a strange urge to go back.

[light quirky music]

What the hell's going on?

[suspenseful tone]

Oh, uh, and I did wanna mention,
um, one other small,

tiny, little loose end.

[clicks tongue]
About two years ago,

I brokered a deal
with Vladyslav Volkov.

[ominous tone]

It was a smart deal at the time.
It got Mary Sue

into the boardroom
at his banana farm,

she didn't have to do
diddly squat.

And it got him a steady stream
of American intel and influence.

You know, the whole shebang.

Did you just say...
Russian banana farm?

Well, Volkov wants her back
in Russia soon.

Yeah, so that's one more
little critical reason

we need... [chuckling]
to just make sure
she's out of this picture.

-No Mary Sue,
no scandals in Siberia.
-Ah.

But, but Russian banana farm?

Well-- uh--

This Vladyslav Volkov guy

is one serious badass
psychopath.

He's smart
and he's unpredictable.

So that is why this job
has to be so clean,

you could eat off it.

So, when the accusations
go flying,

all those nosy little faces
are looking everywhere...

...but this guy.

[laughs]

[ominous tone]

What the hell's going on?

One plane ticket to Moscow.

-Hmm.
-[Bradley] And...

One reservation,
completely off the grid,

to help you get better!

That, um, whole rehab thing?

Yeah. That was, uh,

that was Janine's idea,
I, I would've said no--

[Knox]
Well, except the girl's
never gonna make it back

-to Russia in the first place.
-[chuckling] Exactly.

-Are you fucking
kidding me? [sighs]
-You have a bright future!

You are practically
American royalty.

If you guys wanted to get me
some kind of special gift,

-you could've gotten me a-- t--
Fuck, I don't know, a stripper!
-What?

Like a gigolo in some tight
leather pants or something.

-You need to find a calling
in life outside of...
-[sighs]

-...outside of your vices.
-Or you could find solace
in drinking and dancing,

partying and vodka in Moscow.

Sure that's the real reason
you're compelled
to go back there, isn't it?

I know it.

Look, I-- I'm not--
t-- this isn't... [sighs]

...I'm on
my best behavior, okay?

I've got this under control.

We are doing this
because we love you, Mary Sue.

[gentle music]

Right, Bradley?

Just listen to your mother.

[ominous music]

[Mary Sue echoing]
How can I say "no" to you
if this is what you want?

But I swear on all that is holy,

if you're really
making me do this,

before I leave tomorrow,
you will utter those three
magical words,

"I love you,"
no matter what it takes.

[Bradley echoing]
I fucking hate you with every
goddamn fiber of my being.

[shakily breathing] But soon,
all the pain will be over.

We'll be free. I'll be free!

Because after tonight...
[chuckles] you will be
as dead as a doornail.

No matter what it takes.

I'm so grateful! Thank you!

[Bradley]
Uh--

[crickets chirping]

[grunts]

[deeply breathes]

[Bradley grunts]

[grunts]

Well, I know you wanna
get up bright and early,
you got that flight to catch.

Yeah, bright and early.

-Oh! I should
probably give you that.
-Yeah.

[sharply exhales]

Oh, okay. Um,

all right. Okay.

-[door creaks, closes]
-[heavily sighs] Fuck.

[Bradley]
So, then, I eat
my triangle sandwich,

I text Volkov to expect
Mary Sue the very next day,

and that I have full intention
of continuing our relationship.

I say good night to my wife,
kiss her on the cheek,

and head out
for an evening with the guys.

-[inaudible chatter]
-[Wes] Yeah,
'cause this campaign

has been long
and he deserves it.

So, it happens, that's--
you know, when he's, he's gone.

Is the team ready?

[clicks tongue]
Ah, the Steiners. Yeah,
they're sick this week.

-[sighs]
-COVID.

[ominous music]

-But I got a golden boy.
-I really wanted the Steiners.

-He really wanted the Steiners.
-He wants one guy.

It's quieter.
It's more maneuverable

for a high class job like this.

-Yeah. Go on.
-[laughs]

So, his birthday's
in three weeks. Do I,

-do I, do I get him
something tonight, or...
-[gunshots on video game]

-...shit, do I even have time?
-[dramatic music on video game]

Or, uh, or, or, or I could
get him a stripper,

'cause who wouldn't be
into that, but--

[sighs] Wait, nah,
Mom would hate that.

-[explosions on video game]
-Shit. Uh,
I could get him, uh--

-[Paige] What the hell
are you talking about?
-[scoffs]

For Bradley to open up to me
before I go back to Russia.

-Oh, the banana farm gig?
-Uh, yeah.

-Plus, uh, something else.
-[gunshots]

-God damn it! That's not fair!
-[chiming]

[man on game laughs]
Suck my dick, lady!

Choke on my fucking chode,
you little dipshit!

-[crunches]
-$3.77 for 2%.

-$3.77.
-Mom...

-$3... [muttering]
-...why are guys, like,
obsessed with their dicks?

It's like everything just
boils down to that one thing.

Happy dick, angry dick,
confused dick.

[mumbling] Oh, were you
studying your milk thing?

Honey, I think, um,
it would really mean
a lot to him

if you took
your treatment seriously.

It's gonna be hard
at first, yeah,

but it's what's best
for the campaign.

[gentle music]

That's what's most important.

[deeply exhales]

[softly] How do I help him
with this campaign?

That's what he wants from me,

that's how
I break through to him.

[deeply breathes]

[light melancholic music]

[deeply exhales]

[choking, groaning]

[ominous music]

[echoing whispering]

[music increases]

[exhales, whispers] Fuck.

[ominous music]

[Knox]
Gentlemen,
I'm giving you Cable Henry.

[echoing screaming]

[blades ringing]

Certified genius at birth.

Admitted to Mensa
by the age of seven.

Full ride scholarships
to Harvard, Yale, and MIT.

And he gave it all up
for a blood lust.

[laughing]
And I'm really glad that he did,

because he's able to use
his genius in other ways.

Like getting rich killing folk.

-[chuckles]
-[Knox] Cable Henry knows

at least a thousand ways
to kill a man

as painfully as possible.

I once saw him skin a man alive

with a plastic spoon.
And the spoon never broke.

[suspenseful music]

-[gun cocks]
-[gasps]

Who else?

[shakily] Uh, laundry, uh...

...bedroom upstairs.

Huh.

[distant footsteps]

[music increases]

[gasps, muffled screaming]

[Knox]
It's gonna,
it's gonna feel real.

[Bradley clears throat]
Um, just... [sighs]
I don't want them to get hurt.

Carrie, she's been with us
for ten years, and...

...Janine...
[sighs] I need her.

J-- could he just scare them?

[sighs] Just so hard, this part,
really, it's really hard.

Maybe you'll find a way
to justify it.

Say that it's Mary Sue's
drugged out ex-boyfriend

or somebody
who she owes money to,

or it could be that we kill
two birds with one stone here.

Eliminate Mary Sue,
and I also garner
the sympathy vote.

Janine must remain in the dark.
She always does.

My honest philosophy?

There are two kinds of people
in the world.

Some people assume control,
and some people...
are controlled.

Yes.

[crashing and thudding]

[whooshing]

[deeply breathes]

[music continues]

[shouting] Oh, my God, no way!

Fuck yeah! [squeals excitedly]
Just, just one second.

I, I gotta, I gotta go
to the bathroom first.

You know, I mean, I just wanna
freshen up, you know?

Not that I don't
appreciate the-- Okay.

Oh-- oh. Oh!
Yes, Daddy! [laughs]

Fucking hell!
[indistinct mumbling, grunting]

Do you know who my stepdad is?

[laughing]

[heavy breathing, crying]

[Cable Henry mumbling]

[muffled whimpering, crying]

Mm! [giggles]

[crying]

[crying]

[muffled] Mm!

[muffled speaking]

[shouting] Fucking what?

Do we have to do this
in front of my mom?

Unless you'd be into it.

I mean, I didn't really think
you liked this sort of thing,

but, hey,
I'm not one to kink shame.

-[bang]
-Fucking Christ.

[music continues]

I'm really gonna enjoy this.

Make sure she suffers...

...the way I've suffered.

[dramatic music]

-[thud]
-[grunts]

[Janine crying]

-[sobbing]
-[grunts]

-[grunting]
-[splattering]

[sobbing]

-[thud]
-[shouts]

-[thud]
-[shouts]

Are you fucking kidding me?

Go hard! Please!

Fuck, did Bradley get you off
fucking Craigslist or something?

[spectacles clatter]

-[yells]
-[loud thud]

No, no, fuck, no!
Do I need to show you?

[sighs] Like this.

-[sharp thud]
-[flesh squelching]

-[thudding]
-[Janine yelps, whimpers]

[panting]

[sighing] Oh, shit.

-[pop music playing on speakers]
-[buzzing]

[patrons indistinctly speaking]

-Hello.
-[Mary Sue] Uh, Bradley?

Mary Sue. Are you okay?

I killed the hooker.

[dramatic tone]

[eerie, whimsical music]

I'm telling you,
consent is BDSM 101,

and, and you're right,
it's fucked that
he didn't get your consent,

but he definitely had that
in mind when he was doing
your restraints.

-Could've slipped out
whenever you wanted.
-No, we weren't getting out.

-How did you even do that?
Punch him so hard.
-[door opens]

[Mary Sue]
Oh, Bradley! Thank God!
Tell them the dude was here

-'cause you sent him for me.
-Oh-- Yeah, yeah. Uh,

God, yeah! I didn't send any--
I mean, that's preposterou--

I mean-- never do
such a thing, that's not--

H-- I'm--
thank God nobody got hurt!

[sighs] By any chance,
did anyone call the police?

-[Carrie] We were
going to, but then--
-Nah, fuck the cops.

Honey, please talk
some sense into her!

[stutters] I-- th-- they--
they'll know it was an accident!

-Self-defense!
-Do you mind? I'm--

-She's probably right.
-Well, listen, I-- I just

don't think we should make any

-rash decisions--
-Shouldn't--

[Wes]
Really, we have to think
about the campaign.

Yeah, come on. Fuck the pigs!

[Janine]
Are we sure about this? U--

W-- we need to know
that we are safe.

Yeah, we're safe, we're safe!

-Safe.
-Promise you, we're safe.

-[buzzing]
-[whooshing]

[Janine]
Oh, my God! What is happening?

-[whooshing]
-Knox! Cable Henry is dead!

-There's gonna be hell to pay.
-No way. Cable Henry is
a legend.

-[thud]
-This gotta happen tonight!

She cannot go
to the airport tomorrow.

Call the Steiners now.

[Knox]
I told you,
the Steiners have COVID.

But are they sick-sick,
or are they asymptomatic?

[sighs] All right,
I'll make the call, okay?

I think they're close by,
but they're gonna want

-a lot more money.
-[Bradley] Pay them!

[cell phone beeps]

[ominous music]

Bradley...

-...let me do it.
-You're my campaign manager.

-I can do it. You know I can.
-It's too risky.

I fucking hate her so much.

[Bradley]
Well, stop it,
you're creeping me out.

[whooshing]

-I didn't do--
-Oh, my God!

-What is happening?
-Is this part of the sex game?

-The what? The sex game?
-Huh?

Bradley, tell them. You bought
the hooker because you love me.

Wait. Oh, my God.

That guy wasn't a hooker,
was he?

-[thudding and crashing]
-[man shouts] Shut the fuck
up... [continues indistinctly]

-[Janine screaming] Oh, God!
-[man] Now! Do not fucking move!

[Knox]
The Steiners.
Oh, my God, the Steiners.

[Bradley]
Have them take us all hostage.

[Knox]
Plausible deniability.

I like it.
They're there for you.

[Wes]
And then,
after she's dealt with,

the brave senator
finally negotiates
a peaceful resolution.

[dramatic music]

-[Knox] Six cousins,
a combined 18 tours of duty.
-[gunshots]

All they've ever known
is kill or be killed.

So why not keep killing?

Because their leader,
Chet Steiner,

-is a monster.
-[hissing]

[gasps]

[groaning]

Fuck! [heavily breathing]

[Cher groaning]

[grunts]

-[crunching]
-[growls, yells]

-[rock music]
-[gunshots]

[Chet]
These are our demands.

You resign from office

or we kill everyone.

We don't fucking play games.

I'll be back in ten minutes
for an answer.

-[Janine whimpers] Oh!
-[Carrie] This is terrorism.

[Janine]
Oh, what are we gonna do?

[Bradley]
I've given my life for service,

and this is the reward I get.

Bradley, I--
I think you need to...

...come up with one
of your brilliant speeches

and negotiate us out of this.

I mean-- but, I'm--
I-- Okay. Hmm. Uh--

-[light inspirational music]
-All I ever wanted,

the poor and the sick,
the rich and powerful

to find, uh, harmony,
to find freedom,

to find a path
that they can blaze...

...um, to the future.

If only they knew my heart...

...yes. Yes, uh,
I don't even know, uh--

You're a man of such influence.

You, you give
so much of yourself,

and the fact that people
take that for granted,

-it's sickening!
-Yeah.

[Mary Sue]
I owe everything to you.

-[melancholic music]
-From, from,

from partying
in Rio de Janeiro to,

to my art commissions
in Pyongyang to,

-to smoking crack
with the mayor of Toronto.
-Excuse me?

-[coughs]
-I mean, not smoking crack
with the mayor of Toronto.

Yeah, Mary Sue,
about that whole rehab thing,

seriously, it wasn't me,
I didn't have-- uh--

-there was nothing about it--
-It's about everything.

You are not dropping out
of this race, Bradley.

You, you can't lose your voice.

You have far too many
beautiful things to say.

Beautiful words, phrases,

three word phrases that you
shower on those closest to you.

Uh...

...God bless America.

-Mm.
-[Mary Sue] Close. But maybe,

may-- maybe
if I prove it to you, huh?

Prove. Prove what?

[suspenseful tone]

-We fight!
-Oh, absolutely not.

-[whimsical, dramatic music]
-[mumbles] ...we stay
right here, we, we stall--

-we jump out of a window.
-Janine, no one's jumping
out of a window!

-Fuck!
-What do you mean, fight?

Uh, you know what?
I'll just resign.

No, they'll be fucking dead

before I let that happen,
Bradley, I promise you.

How do you suggest
that we fight?

They are trained,
they have machine guns!

I'm trained.

No, you're not.

But I have a 42% win rate
in solo Battle Royale, Mom!

-Come on!
-[Bradley] Can this really be?

All those years
I fought video games,

I championed the regulations,
and for good reason too.

The youth of America,
the pure, innocent youth

being turned
into heartless killers.

-I bet every terrorist
out there plays Fortnite.
-Yeah.

-That's why they're
so organized.
-No shit.

Mary Sue, this is not
a video game!

[gentle music]

[Bradley]
Mary Sue.

Listen to your mother.

Don't do it.

[ominous tone]

[echoing] Do it. Do it.

Go on, do it, you stupid bitch!

Go out there, guns blazing.

[Mary Sue echoing]
If I drew a crayon picture
of us holding hands together,

would you even put it
on the refrigerator?

-Are you thinking
what I'm thinking?
-I'm sure as hell!

[man]
So, what happens next?

Don't fucking know. Wait another
five minutes or so. Then go up.

Take care of the girl.

Discover the error of our ways.

[Ricky]
Yeah. Well, that guy better have

a goddamn amazing monologue

to get us to surrender so fast.

It's the news headline he wants.

-[radio beeps]
-Scott. Five minutes,
all right? Copy?

-[radio beeps]
-Copy.

[ominous music]

Fuck! The girl is out.
Shoot her?

-[radio beeps]
-Shoot her!

[whispers] Shoot her.

I'll suck your dick.

[Scott]
Wait. Seriously?

-[gunshot]
-[Janine screams]

[gasping and grunting]

-[guns cocking]
-[grunting]

[gunshots]

["Hot Boy" by Popstar Nima]

[softly] Shit!

♪ Horny for you
I think you're hot
and I'm horny for you ♪

-♪ You're something special... ♪
-[maniacally laughing,
heavily breathing]

-[mysterious tone]
-[whooshing]

[softly] Try spinning,
that's a good trick. [grunts]

[gunshots continue]

-[man] What the fuck?
-[gunshots]

-[groaning]
-[thudding]

-[laughs]
-Steiners are down.

I repeat, Steiners are down!

-[gunshots]
-[glass shatters]

[softly] Oh, fuck,
forgot about the reload thingy.

Hey, guys,
how do you reload? [gasps]

Oh! God-- Fuck.

-[mysterious tone]
-[whooshing]

[Paige]
Remember,
stealth is for pussies.

♪ Hot boy, you know... ♪

-[yelling]
-[gunshots]

-[groans]
-Hmm. Nice.

-[shouts]
-[blade ringing]

-[yelling]
-[softly] Shit!

-[mysterious tone]
-Stop sweeping my fucking leg!

-[grunts, groans]
-[flesh squelches]

[groaning, yells]
Something's wrong, Chet!

Something's wrong!

-Chet! Help! Help!
Somebody call 911!
-[laughing]

-It's stuck!
-[groans]

[Ricky]
I need a Band-Aid,
somebody get me a Band-Aid!

-[gunshots]
-[groans]

Ricky! No!

[gunshots]

[panting]

-[gunshots]
-Should leave this.

[grunts]

[glass shattering]

[softly] Shit!

[dramatic music]

[softly] Fuck!

[mysterious tone]

[whooshing]

-Hey, Paige.
-[Paige] What up?

Isn't auto aiming the best?
You, like, barely even
have to try.

-[Paige] Yeah.
-[chiming]

-[whooshing]
-[crickets chirping]

-[gunshot]
-[clinking]

[Chet groans]

[mumbling] Heh.

-[ominous music]
-[Bradley sharply exhales]

[softly] Janine,
oh, my God. Is she here?

[whimpers]

[Bradley gasps and groans]

[door opens]

[sighs] You know,
I'm starting to think

none of these guys
have even played Fortnite.

[groans]

-[vomiting]
-Yo-- you gotta
let me do it, Bradley.

You know I'm your man,
I can do it. Please!

-[retching]
-You're okay. Yeah. That's it.

Let it out.
Let it out. Yeah, let it out.

Let the poison out.

You gotta let me do it.
Let me do it.

-I'm your man.
I'm your man. I can do it.
-[groans and pants]

-[wearily] I'm good.
-Yes. Yeah. Yeah.

-Feeling better? Get it all out.
-[gags, retches]

Yeah, there you go!
Get it out of there!
Get it out of there.

[cricket chirping]

Man, Bradley's
really taking this hard.

-Poor guy.
-Mary Sue, what is going on?

W-- with what?

H-- how have you--

Like, the punching, the--

and the fighting? Shooting?

-Th--
-W-- what do you mean?

Did you kill all those people?

Yeah.

How?

-Huh?
-Huh?

-What?
-What?

-Uh? What?
-Huh? What?

[grunts]

-What?
-[switches click]

[gentle music]

[sighs]

Time to call the police?

[exhaling] Uh--

Carrie, why do I feel
like nothing's adding up?

Everything tonight,
how it all unfolded,

the Russia thing.

What about the Russia thing?

[softly] It's just...

[deeply exhales]

...I, um, I need to figure out

how much a gallon
of milk is over there.

Bradley would want me to know.

-[Bradley groaning] Oh--
-[Wes] You got it.
It's all right.

Yeah. Okay. Okay.

-Oh, my--
-Okay. Oh, I got you.

-[groaning] Yeah.
-I got you.

[panting]

Are you-- you jonesing?

-Jonesing?
-[Mary Sue] Yeah.

You know,
you need a little puff-puff.

It's just, sometimes you need
to take the edge off a little.

You know, so you can...

...open up, talk about...

...our feelings...

...for one another.

[softly grunts]

[ominous music]

[Wes]
Okay. Come on.
Okay, come on. [grunts]

[Knox] Well, listen...
[clears throat] if the Steiners
couldn't handle it,

-I just don't know what to say.
-[Bradley] I need bigger!

I need your best!
No more bullshit, okay?

-No more bad recommendations.
-Senator, i-- it's not like--

it's not like I'm having
a birthday party
of assassins in my basement

where they're just
hanging around,

waiting to come
to your front door

every 20 minutes.

We were told you were the best.

-I am the best!
-[Wes] Oh, bullshit!

You got less credibility
than a high school drug dealer

Nigerian prince, or one
of those spam phone callers,

-you know, with the,
with the car warranty guys.
-Yeah, who's the one

that found him, though, huh?
Who's the one that brought him

into our circle of trust?

Well, how was I supposed
to know, Bradley?

Yeah, you didn't know!
You don't know shit.

And now I'm 15 points
behind Anita in the polls!

-Listen, we are gonna win
this election, okay?
-How?

-You gotta trust me on this.
-How? Are you gonna kill her?

You bet I damn well
will kill her
if you just let me.

Oh, that-- Oh, my God!
You're such a failure!

-Failure?
-Yes!

[muffled shouting]

[melancholic music]

[Wes muffled]
...I'll do it!

[muffled shouting continues]

[echoing whispering]

[ominous music]

-You hurt my feelings.
You hurt my feelings now.
-I feed you, I drive you around.

-[mumbles] ...terrible advisor!
-You don't understand me.

-Gentlemen, gentlemen.
-[Bradley] ...talking about?

-Another fucking fib!
-[Knox] Gentlemen!

I didn't think it would
ever come to this again.

But I guess...

...drastic times
call for drastic measures.

He has been retired
for 20 years,

-I don't know, fuck me.
-Who?

He's not a savage...
like Cable Henry.

And he's not a tight fit,
like... well, like the Steiners.

But he has something
that they'll never have.

[music continues]

And I know he's available.

Okay. Well, who?

It isn't gonna be easy
to get him out of retirement.

It's gonna cost you
a pretty penny.

Oh, well, money is not
an issue, is it?

[Knox]
He's had many nicknames
in his time.

"The Blight of Man,"
"God's Chosen Butcher,"
"Death's Promise,"

"The Genius of Genocide,"
"The Maestro of Malevolence,"

"The Cancer of Creation."

He's not the Grim Reaper.

He's who the Grim Reaper
timidly asks for permission
to do his job.

An impeccable 100% success rate.

He's killed war generals,
untouchable billionaires,

regents of countries,

and under a dark cloud
of rogue influence,

he created an impact
on this world so deep
and so everlasting

that you'd think he was a god.

[music increases]

-His weapon of choice?
-[blades ringing]

A pair of pitch black
battle knives

that have cut the throats
of 10,000 men

across a half century of war.

He has a psychic connection
to them now.

-They speak to him.
They call his name...
-[groaning and yelling]

...and they sing as he slays.

-[flesh squelching]
-"Kill, kill, kill."

And his retirement
was a true pity.

It was only because he was
so pathetically unchallenged.

And alas, this dragon longed
for a worthy enemy

-to finally raise him
from his slumber once more.
-[chuckling, mumbling]

-[chuckling, softly] That's
what I'm talking about! Yeah!
-Yeah.

[Knox]
And how do I know so much about
this awful, awful man, you ask?

Because it's me.

["Lying to Friends"
by Stefano Ruggeri]

[laughing]

[laughs]

[loudly] What's for dinner?

-[footsteps approaching]
-Huh?

-[sharp thud]
-[groans] Oh, fuck!

[crying] Please,
don't hit me again.

Okay? Look, I'm hurt. [whimpers]

I mean, I'm hurt.
I just wanna go home.
I want my mother.

Ma! Ma!

Ma! Ma!

Okay, so, how do you,
uh, wanna approach this?

Well, we got him alive,
let's make him talk.

-[sobbing]
-All right, uh,
who, who sent you?

Uh, you guys,
um, thi-- this just,
just isn't right, you know?

-This guy's a human being too.
-He came with knives.

Yeah, and whoever sent him
definitely sent the other guys.

So, somebody's up to something.

Uh, yeah, you're right!
I don't know who would try
and harm my babies!

Yeah, your fucking babies.

All right, listen up, douchebag.
Who fucking sent you, huh?

For real,
this is a fucking interrogation.

-Spill it! Now! Come on!
-[Marry Sue] Yeah!
Start talking,

-asshole! Give us a name!
-[Janine] Come on!
Who gave you--

-[indistinct shouting]
-[Janine] Is it someone we know?

-If you don't start talking,
I start blasting! All right?
-[women shouting]

-Ten, nine...
-[indistinct shouting]
...whoa! [shouting continues]

-...eight, seven, six...
-[Janine shouting]

...five, four,
three, motherfucker!

Okay!

It's a goddamn campaign tactic.

All the assassins
hired by the campaign
to fucking kill you.

They needed you dead.

-[gunshot]
-[Janine screams]

[clinking]

[heavily breathing, shakily]
I can explain.

There's nothing left
to explain, Bradley.

[shakily breathing]

-[stutter] Y-- you see--
-That bitch!

[light whimsical music]

-Bitch?
-Yeah, you just
fucking heard the guy!

It's a campaign tactic?

Hello! Anita Koch,
your Senate opponent?

-Yeah! I mean, yeah! [chuckling]
I know, you're so right!
-That fucking bitch!

Yeah. Her! Fucking s-- can--
can-- Senate candidate.

Awful, corrupt, evil bitch!

-I don't know
if that makes sense.
-Yeah, it makes sense, Janine.

She thinks I'm a liability!
I'm gaining influence.
I got a job.

-Fucking bananas to sell.
-Yeah, you're gonna sell

the shit out of those
goddamn bananas, baby girl.

Quarterly banana profits
going through the fucking roof!

-That's what she's afraid of.
-Yeah. You know
what else she's afraid of?

She's afraid of how much I love

U--SA traditional values,

hard work, and good opportunity
for all Americans.

[shakily breathing]

-I'm gonna call her.
-You're gonna do what?

[Mary Sue]
I got her number when I stole
your phone last month--

I-- I mean, borrowed your phone.

-[line ringing]
-[Bradley] Um...

[music continues]

[softly sighs]

Oh, hello, whore!

[scoffs] Thought you could
pull a fast one, huh?

That's a dirty
fucking trick, bitch!

The fucking assassins, huh?
Does that ring a bell, Anita?

Who the fuck
do you think it is, huh?

Mary Sue Harper? Heiress
to the Russian banana empire?

-Yeah, Bradley's here.
-[gasps]

Uh, no, he does not
wanna talk to you, slut.

No, no, no,
you fucking listen to me, okay?

We're coming for you, all right?
So you should, you should be

fucking scared shitless,
all right?

Because I'm going
to cunt-punt you
into next fucking Tuesday, okay?

You're fucking dead!

So choke
on my fucking bananas, bitch!

-[cell phone beeps]
-[deeply exhales]

[sharply exhales]

[cell phone buzzing]

-I'm gonna take this outside.
-Yeah, you do, you do you.

[ominous music]

Anita. Anita!
Ho-- how are things?

[Anita]
Why did I just get a call
from your stepdaughter

at 1:00 in the morning saying
she was coming to kill me?

What? I-- I mean, what?

She said you were with her.

[chuckles, grunts]
Huh-- No, hold on. I'm, um,

here, uh, at the, uh,
campaign office. Yeah.

Um, boy, I gotta tell you,
you know what I mean?

You really raked me over
the coals with that last poll,

so I have to, uh,
work, um, overtime.

Double time.
I'm here at my campaign office.

Well, is she
at the campaign office too?

Uh, Mary Sue.

Uh... [blows raspberries]
uh, frankly, I barely know
what she's up to.

Threatening to kill me!

[groans] Uh, yeah--

well, no, I'm, uh,
at my campaign office.

Yeah, you really raked me over
the coals with that last poll.

Bradley,
don't you find this odd?

[sighs]
She's a drug addict, Anita.

She threatens
to kill me all the time.

Nothing to worry about.
[chuckles]

Well, I'm gonna call the police.

-Oh, well, I mean, I guess
you can if you want...
-[tense music]

...but I don't really understand
how it makes any, uh...

...sense.

Uh... the, uh... [groaning]

Uh, Bradley, is something wrong?

-No.
-The tone of your voice
does not seem--

Yeah, long night. Yeah.
Long night, um, in the coals,

um, raking over
my campaign office, yeah.

[mysterious music]

-[cell phone buzzing]
-[softly] Yeah.

Uh, yeah,
Anita, let me just have you--
hold on just for one moment.

Uh, yeah. Just be two
easy breezy minutes here.

-[beeps]
-Huh. Vladyslav!

-My friend.
-[in Russian accent]
Senator Weiner.

Quick question. Eh--

Why is Kremlin calling Vladyslav

about the assassins at doorstep?

[tense music]

The Kremlin?

[Vladyslav]
You're alive, that's good.

Uh, what about girl?

Uh, uh, who? Um--

-Mary Sue?
-Oh, yes. Girl.

She's very important
to business.

Very important to banana farm.

I believe you know.
Crop yield down,
banana export in trouble.

-You don't want Vladyslav
in trouble, do you?
-[laughing] No, never.

And you would never betray
Vladyslav's trust, would you?

Um, no need. Um, no, not at all.

[Vladyslav]
Good. Because
I was starting to worry

about my business decisions.

Never.

-[softly] N-- no.
-Good. 'Cause that would
hurt my feelings.

Oh! You know, you Americans,

-do you-- you think
that you can govern anything?
-[ominous music]

-No. Untouchable.
-[groaning] Us Americans.
I know, i--

[Vladyslav]
But, uh, even
the most powerful man

can be punched.

I mean, I know because I have,

uh, people everywhere.

Look behind you.
[laughs] I just kid.

All right,
so I will get girl tomorrow.

[Bradley chuckles]
Well then, go ahead
and keep her.

I'm just kidding, seriously!

Uh, yeah, it's been, uh,
an honor to, um, collude.

-[sharply exhales] What a dick.
-[cell phone beeps]

Okay, Vladys.

[Anita]
Bradley, what--

Ah... what?

Why did you merge me
onto that call?

-What? [yelps] Oh, shit!
-[cell phone beeps]

[mysterious music]

Uh--

They don't grow bananas
in Russia.

What are you talking about?

That was the single
strangest phone call of my life.

I got to call
my campaign manager.

[dramatic tone]

-The Kremlin. The Kremlin!
The Kremlin.
-What? Who?

[Bradley]
They're watching,
they're outside.

-Who?
-[Bradley] Yeah.

[sharply exhales]
Do not fuck with Vladyslav!

Do you-- do you
understand me, Mary Sue?

And you're actually
going tomorrow.

This time, I'm serious.

What do you mean, you're
serious about it this time?

Why don't you just concentrate
on milk prices, please?

-Organic!
-4.84.

-Skim!
-It's 3.79!

-Chocolate!
-Ch-- uh, um--

-Chocolate!
-Uh-- [gasps] Shit!

-[crying]
-All right, listen,
Bradley, there's gotta be

a logical explanation for,
for, you know,

wha-- whatever this is
that's going on, and--

What are you talking
about people outside?

You mean, like, people
who are trying to come in?

-[doorbell rings]
-Yeah.

[suspenseful music]

[shakily breathing]

-Kremlin.
-Kremlin?

Gremlins?

-[cell phone buzzing]
-[whispering] I--
I think that's you.

Oh, shit. Paige. Y-- Hi, yes.

D-- duh. I'm, I'm sor--
I'm coming right over.

-Oh.
-What the fuck?

[deeply exhales]
God, I'm so dumb.

I called Paige and told her
to bring a bunch of people over.

You know,
back when the hooker was here.

Fuck. Girl, he wasn't a hooker.

There was never
gonna be a sex party.

I'm so sorry
I didn't text you back.

I just kind of got
caught up with all
the assassination attempts.

Wait, mm, what was all that?

["Skygods" by Can't Tell You]

[Mary Sue]
Literally, I told him
I would suck his dick,

and then I fucking shot his ass.

It was crazy!
God, you had to be there.

[sighs] So, yeah.

Now we gotta go rain hellfire

on the bitch
he's running against.

Do you guys wanna come?

It's actually not that hard
to kill people, apparently.

And we need a big send off
before I leave, yeah?

You guys down? Cool beans?

♪ Please keep my feet... ♪

How did you not know
that Russia was spying on us?

-How was I supposed to know?
-Wes! [sighs]

If Mary Sue
doesn't go to Russia,

Vladyslav's gonna bury my ass.

And if she does go to Russia,
then Anita's gonna bury my ass.

What did you say?

[tense music]

What did she overhear?
Did you tip her off?

Oh, fuck! Bradley!

She's gonna send press
to the airport!

It's gonna be in the newspapers.
It's gonna say, "Senator Weiner
took a pay-or-play deal."

It's gonna be
all over the place!
You think 15 points back is bad?

Try 30. Try 40! You're burning
this goddamn election

into the fucking ground.

Wes, get out!

You killed this campaign.
You were in command
of the whole thing.

Oh. Oh, you, you think
you're firing me?

-Is that it?
-Yeah, get the fuck
out of my house!

We can have a discussion about
your future at a later date.

Uh, uh, Carrie!

-You're making a big mistake.
-Carrie, get in here!

You are. I know things.
I know everything.

I know you, I know secrets.

And I've been loyal!

It's because of me you got here.

Now, listen, I can-- Look.

[deeply breathes, whispers]
If you want me to,

I can go ahead and kill her.

[light ominous tone]

Carrie, will you see Wes out
immediately, please?

[scoffing] Really?

[deeply exhales]

[deeply breathes, whispers]
Watching me.
How long were they watching?

[groans, chuckles]
This is a fucking nightmare.

Fucking hell. How?

-Senator?
-Not now!

[heavily breathing]

Bradley.

[upbeat Russian music]

[mysterious tone]

[distant gunshots]

[Russian general]
You are backbone
of this federation.

You are bear.
You have no fear, no hesitation.

-You have only loyalty
to the Motherland.
-[all yell]

-[mysterious tone]
-You will be
in peak physical condition.

-[mysterious tone]
-You will feel no pain.

-Lie.
-I love America.

-[mysterious tone]
-[general] There will be
no skill, however deadly,

you will not master.

[gunshots]

-Lie!
-I love America!

-[general] Your enemies
will flee with fear...
-[woman groaning]

...or lay to waste
on battlefield

-with only their own
insolence to blame.
-[yelling]

-[mysterious tone]
-[shouts] Lie!

I love America!

You will assimilate
into American society,

marry, obtain employment,
live double life...

-[mysterious tone]
-...gain access
to people with influence.

-[mysterious tone]
-Gather information
of extreme sensitivity,

send back to Moscow.

-[mysterious tone]
-[chiming]

[music continues]

Your American life is a lie.

-[mysterious tone]
-Your friends are your enemies,
your employers, your enslavers.

-[mysterious tone]
-Treat them like dogs
on battlefield.

Be pride of your Motherland.

-[gasps]
-Huh--

-[creaking]
-[thudding]

-[gunshots]
-You know, I'm starting to think

none of these guys have even
played Fortnite.

[Bradley]
Carrie, she's been
with us for ten years.

-Don't make me regret
buying American.
-[woman yelling]

-[gunshots]
-[whooshing]

-[gunshots]
-[echoing clinking]

[ominous music]

[Bradley chuckles]

[grunts]

-Uh--
-[in Russian accent]
Senior KGB intelligence officer,

Svetlana Belski,

hero of the Russian Federation.

Order of Saint George,

defender of a free Russia.

-[sniffles]
-[Svetlana] You are
like girl, you see,

spinning web of lies too vast

for your own brain
to comprehend.

-[cries]
-It renders you
unable to function. Like girl.

What is difference
between you and her?

A pipe for lie compounded
through an addiction to power.

[crying, chuckling]
No. I'm-- I'm not--

I'm not like-- I'm not like her.

You think you are in control

simply because
you can give orders?

[stutters] It's--
it's-- just that--
Are you gonna kill me?

What I see is cry for help.

I see desperation.

I see dog.

Can you--

can you fix this?

-[Svetlana] You want girl dead?
-[shakily] Yeah!

You want Vladyslav off back?

You want campaign victory?
All are still possible.

Do you-- uh,
do you work for Vlad?

[gentle music]

We have mutual friends.

But I represent
bigger interests.

[sobbing] I just can't--

Can you just tell--
tell me what... [mumbles]
what I can do or say or pledge?

-Loyalty.
-Oh.

Animals like Mary Sue
survive and thrive on chaos.

It is only way they can survive,
and you feed her.

You must strike girl

in only place
where her weakness lies.

["Hunter Knows You"
by Popstar Nima
playing on radio]

Oh! [chuckles]
You want some? Sorry.

Hey, you're my guest!
You go first.

-Oh, more for me.
-♪ Hunter knows you... ♪

-[door opens]
-Mom, hi! Knock much?

I actually told her to come up.

♪ Get to know you better ♪

[chuckles nervously] Right.

Uh, so, so,
so is Bradley ready to go?

'Cause we're, we're all eager
to go to Anita's house

and fuck shit up, aren't we?

♪ Should be together ♪

[stutters] Or we can,

I guess, just chill.

What the fuck is up
with you guys?

We didn't come here tonight
for the BDSM.

I mean, we did come
for the BDSM,

-but then, after that--
-This needed to happen
before you left home.

[somber music]

So you recruited
my friends into this too?

She didn't recruit anyone.
This conversation
was all of our idea.

Conversation about what?

If I had a problem,
I think I'd know.

Plus, I don't need anything
that I don't already have, okay?

I'm, I'm happy, I'm alive,
I'm taken care of by,

by, by Bradley, okay?
Bradley takes care of me!

Mary Sue, you can't go a day
without that pipe.

You're always late.
You're never motivated.

-It's a stranglehold.
-Okay, I just killed,

like, a bunch of people
to save my family, okay?

I'm, I'm better!
All right? I'm stronger!

[shakily] And one day soon,
it's gonna catch up with you.

I have seen it happen before.

I love you.

-We love you, Mary Sue.
-[muffled] Yeah!
We love you, Mary Sue.

[music continues]

O-- okay. Whe-- wh-- where,
where's Bradley, all right?

Because if this were
the right thing to do,

Bradley would be here too.

[softly] Bradley, he's--

Yeah. Busy with the campaign?

I know, 'cause he's got
a fucking plan.

-You think he gives
two shits about you?
-He, he's the reason

that I'm going to fucking
Russia tomorrow, okay?

With, with pride for him!
And, and I'm gonna be

growing fucking bananas
because Bradley knows--

You just-- what is it you think
that Bradley feels about you?

He's never even told me
he loves me.

His own wife. [shakily inhales]

I'm a political token, a--
a puppet who screwed up one time

in front of the camera,
and now I have to memorize
milk prices

until the end of time.

I used to be young and free,

just like you.
More free, actually.

But... it's too late for me.
But for you--

Free?

[shakily] I'm as free
as I need to be, okay?

My real dad, remember him?
'Cause I barely fucking do.

He was free to do
whatever the fuck he wanted,
and look what happened to him.

Why would I be
any different, huh?

If he had a Bradley in his life,
he would still be here.

[music continues]

[softly] You don't
really think that, do you?

Everything tonight,
the break-ins,

the killers.

It's not Anita,
it doesn't add up.

[whispers] I don't even think
that I can admit out loud
who I think it really was.

[door opens]

Hey, everybody.

[sighs]

[grunts]

I just want you to know,
if I haven't said it yet
today...

...I love you, sugar plum.

[kisses]

[music continues]

[door closes]

See? Bradley takes care of me.

-[ominous music]
-[sighs] Yeah. Okay, yeah.

Yeah. I-- I did the,
uh, with the, uh--

You have nothing left to do.

You go rest.
Take comfort in victory.

I will bring girl to plane,

I will placate her anxieties,

I will be friend
in dark places...

...and then she will be no more.

How can I rest?
What about the dead bodies
down in the living room?

I am housekeeper.
I will take care.

-[dramatic music]
-[Bradley stutter] Okay, but--
what about Janine, my family?

-The authorities?
-[Svetlana] Housekeeper
will take care.

Media?

Housekeeper will take care.

[yelling]

["Phil Me Up" by Popstar Nima]

[clicking]

-♪ Fill me up, Phil ♪
-[chiming]

♪ You know that I
can handle that drill... ♪

We need
professional photographers
to catch everything on film.

-Right, but it's
gonna be dangerous.
-D-- Bodyguard.

Uh, of course, bodyguards.
And they're gonna be
armed and ready.

-♪ Uh-huh ♪
-♪ God, let me handle it ♪

♪ God, let me handle it ♪

[knocks on door]

[in American accent]
Guess who's gonna take you

to the airport?

Gonna see you off
on your big adventure.

-Carrie! I knew
you'd understand.
-[chuckles]

♪ ...fill it up all night
yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Fill it up just right
I wanna fill it up tonight ♪

♪ Fill it ♪

♪ Fill me up, Phil
you know that I can... ♪

Look, just keep
that girl away from us, okay?

-She's a psycho.
-She ain't touching nobody.

-♪ ...Phil, you know
that I can handle that drill ♪
-[gun cocks]

-♪ Uh-huh ♪
-♪ God, let me handle it
God, let me handle it ♪

♪ God, let me handle it
handle it, handle it ♪

-♪ Uh-huh ♪
-♪ God, let me handle it
God, let me handle it ♪

♪ God, let me handle it
handle it, handle it ♪

-♪ Uh-huh ♪
-♪ Thirsty for you ♪

♪ I won't stop
searching for you ♪

♪ My balls are turning so blue ♪

[engine starts]

♪ For you ♪

-♪ Thirsty for you ♪
-♪ Fill me up, fill me up ♪

-♪ Fill me up ♪
-♪ I won't stop searching ♪

-♪ For you ♪
-♪ Fill me up, fill me up ♪

-♪ Fill me up ♪
-♪ My balls are... ♪

Janine, give me the milk.

♪ Fill me up, fill me up ♪

-♪ For you ♪
-♪ I don't know what I'll do ♪

-♪ I don't know what I'll do ♪
-♪ God, let me handle it ♪

♪ God, let me handle it
God, let me handle it ♪

-♪ Handle it, handle it ♪
-[cell phone chimes]

-♪ Uh-huh ♪
-♪ God, let me handle it
God, let me handle it ♪

♪ God, let me handle it
handle it, handle it ♪

♪ God, let me handle it
God, let me handle it
God, let me handle it ♪

[engine rumbling]

[birds chirping]

[Carrie]
I'll get the bag.

[wind blowing]

-You can get going.
-[driver] Are you sure?

[Carrie]
You drive the senator
and his family,

not the housekeeper.

-I'll Uber.
-[driver] Okay.

[engine starts]

[suspenseful music]

-[man in Russian accent]
You really see how vodka...
-[indistinct chatter]

Hello! Oh, nobody prepared me
for senator's stepdaughter

-to be so beautiful.
-[scoffs]

[man]
The plane will arrive
in 30 minutes.

We will fuel, and then into sky.

You like cocktails?
We have on board.

[camera shutter clicking]

[buzzing]

What the hell?

-[deeply exhales]
-[indistinct chatter]

-[camera shutter clicking]
-[sighs]

[indistinct chatter continues]

[clicking]

[music continues]

-Carrie?
-Yeah.

T-- the ticket.

Ticket?

Th-- the one
that Bradley gave me?
It was for an airline.

No. This is where
he told me to take you.

He said the Russians were
flying you out private.

No. No, no.
It, it was for an airline.

Are you questioning Bradley?

No. I just--

-I, I actually have
the ticket in my bag.
-[Carrie] Careful.

Don't let them see
what's inside.

[whispers]
I packed you something,

but you need to use it
before you get on the plane.

You don't want another scandal
for his campaign, do you?

Russian drug laws and all.

[scoffs]

[softly] Y--
you put that in my bag?

Just go into the restroom
and check the front pocket.

Consider it
a special parting gift.

Not from your housekeeper,

but from a friend.

[deeply exhales]

[light ominous music]

[deeply breathes]

[in Russian accent]
Who do you think facilitated
her habits when you were away?

Cleaned up her messes,
kept her dependent?

She will not leave
hanger bathroom alive.

Drug will be laced
with ten times lethal dose
of fentanyl.

Her body will shut down
60 seconds after inhalation.

[deeply exhales]

[clicking]

[line ringing]

[Bradley]
Oh, Mary Sue, I didn't--

um, I didn't expect
to hear from you.

[light eerie music]

Why not?

Well... [grunts]
because, well, I-- well,
I thought you'd be on the plane.

Carrie took me
to the wrong airport,

some weird place
in the middle of the woods.

-Well, did she now?
-I think so.

A-- actually, I don't know.
I'm, I'm confused.

Don't be. Listen to Carrie.

I'm, I'm flying private?

You were always flying private.

Just do as Carrie says.

Then everything
will be over. I promise.

Bradley...

...last night,
Mom told me something,

something about you.

-Hmm. Really?
That's interesting.
-[sniffles]

And I wanted to know
if it's true or not.

[sighs] Here's what's true...

...okay, Mary Sue?

What's true is that I love you.

I love you.
I'll always love you.

I mean, I'm not Bradley.

I'm Dad.

[softly crying] Dad.

[music increases]

Now, enjoy the gift from Carrie.

[line disconnects]

[shakily exhales]

[sniffles]

[heavily breathing]

[dramatic music]

[muted]

[sniffles]

[deeply exhales]

[in Russian accent]
Wait five minutes,
then clear out bathroom.

Leave bags with me.

-Take body into forest.
-[man] We have place
in mind already.

Drag her out to--

Who the fuck?

[suspenseful music]

Get him now!

-Oh! Oh, oh, shit. Oh, shit.
-Come on, come on!

[Wes]
No, no, shit, shit. No, no.
Shit. No, no, no-- Hey. Hey.

Oh, no, no. No,
hey, hey, hey, hey, guys.

Hey! Hey, hey, guys,
hey, hey, how are you?

All right. Hiya.

Carrie! Hi!

[in American accent]
Wes. What are you doing here?

I-- I w-- I wanted
to just check on Mary Sue,

you know,
with the long flight and all.

[camera shutter clicking]

[softly]
Man, you ruined the shot!

[whispers]
You're gonna ruin us all!

[ominous music]

-Hold on now. Back up.
-[man] Who are you?
This is private property.

[indistinct shouting]

-[whistles]
-[shouting stops]

[tense music]

[in Russian accent] Everyone.
State your business, now!

All right, fuck it. I'll say it.

I'm here to shoot the girl.

No, wait a minute.
We're here to shoot the girl.

-Yet, there will be no shooting.
-She's already been shot.

-Really?
-I did not see girl get shot.

-In the cloud.
-Wait, she's
on the plane already?

[growling] There is no plane.

Well, then how
is she in the cloud?

-The shot is in the cloud.
-The bullet?

[Wes]
Wait, wait-- Carrie,
why do you have

a Russian accent
all of a sudden?

It appears,
despite our differences,

we are all here
on similar mission.

The girl, she is to die.

-Die?
-In fact, she is already dead.

[ominous tone]

Mary Sue Harper is
dead in that bathroom?

I'll believe that when I see it.
Give me my gun back!

[sharply breathes]

["The Age of Pamparius"
by Turbonegro]

[gun cocks]

[deeply breathes]

[sing-songy] Mary Sue!

[softly] Why does he have a gun?

To shoot the girl?
Like you said.

[gunshots]

♪ And so
from the ashes of this
Golden Age of Confusion ♪

♪ The denim recruits came
to be known as... ♪

-[gunshot]
-♪ ...the Apocalypse Dudes ♪

[camera shutter click]

[guns cocking]

-[gunshot]
-[thudding]

♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa ♪

No, no, don't shoot! [groaning]

-[camera shutters clicking]
-[gunshots]

♪ So you think
you had an Opera? ♪

♪ Well, not like this! ♪

♪ So you think
you had a Napoli? ♪

-♪ Well, not like this! ♪
-[yells]

♪ So you think you had
a decent pizza? ♪

♪ Well, not like this! ♪

♪ So you think
you had a real good pizza? ♪

-♪ Well, not like this! ♪
-[groans]

♪ You got nothing to lose
at Pamparius ♪

-[yells]
-♪ Gonna wear
them happy shoes tonight ♪

-[groaning]
-♪ You got nothing to lose
at Pamparius ♪

♪ Gonna make
a motherfucking pizza tonight ♪

[gun clatters]

-[yells]
-[thuds]

♪ Apocalypse Dudes
got nothing to lose ♪

-[groaning]
-[thudding]

-♪ Tonight!
A mother fucking pizza pie! ♪
-[groaning]

You didn't take the drugs?

The drugs took me.

-[gun cocks]
-[gunshot]

[stutters] D-- j-- just-- ah--

[grunts]

Did you come to America?

Yes. Eh, Vladyslav was worried.

[stutters] Y-- ah, yeah.
Uh, yeah. In fact,

uh, the housekeeper just took
Mary Sue to the airport

-about an hour ago.
-No, uh, housekeeper dead.

[light ominous music]

[laughs] What? 'Cause--

-[crying] Are you
going to kill us?
-What? No. Don't be crazy--

[shouts] Shut up, Bradley! God!

Are you?

Come on, don't be craze,
huh? [laughing]

[laughing]

No, asset will do that herself.

-Uh, asset?
-Yeah.

[triumphant tone]

-Mary Sue?
-I mean, what did you think

Vladyslav would do
with girl, hmm?

All those months,
hidden on a banana farm.

What, do you think
that she was running the empire?

No!

I create asset, I create weapon,

I create monster.

[crackling and buzzing]

[eerie music]

-[thudding]
-A drug-addled brain

is a pile of mush, like sponge,

-perfect for shaping
into any form.
-[gunshots]

Her skills and instincts are now
second nature, but hidden,

ready to answer
Vladyslav's call,

helpless to disobey.

And with the right trigger,

her psychosis was
easy to obtain.

Trigger? [shakily breathes]
What trigger?

A totem.

Uh, something of vast
emotional significance,

something that she carries
with her wherever she travels.

[ominous music]

This is how one
truly gains power.

-Take your subject's
emotional weakness...
-[crackling and buzzing]

...and box them in with it,
a prison of her own mind.

This key, held by Vladyslav.

-[crackling increases]
-[music increases]

Ah, Senator, I want
to thank you for the opportunity

that you handed to me
on a silver platter.

And the girl, she gave me
ultimate leverage,
all against you,

against your country,
and against anyone
who tries to defy Vladyslav.

It's just such a shame
to have to do this to you

after years of trust.

But, yes, you have
broken our arrangement.

Girl can fulfill
her final purpose.

[melancholic music]

[gun cocks]

Control.
It is all about control.

I mean, okay, yeah, but, like,

-what if I wanna be
in control...
-[blows raspberries]

-...of myself for once?
-Shit.

-[light whimsical music]
-No, no.

Vladyslav's brainwash
cannot be undone.

-Looks a bit undone.
-No, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

As long as she
still values totem,

she will never be free.

[sharply inhales]
Oh, the picture.

Yeah, picture's gone.

[whooshing]

[ominous tone]

-[eerie, whimsical music]
-[fire crackling]

[clattering]

You really wanna box me
into my emotional weaknesses?

Try a gigolo in some tight
leather pants next time.

-[gunshots]
-[men yelling and groaning]

[Bradley gasps]
Oh, go!

-[Mary Sue] Fuck that!
-[Bradley groans]

-Oh! [panting]
-[exhales, chuckles]

[deeply exhales, laughs]
Mary Sue!

God! Amazing job, I just--

I knew you'd come through
for me again.

Yeah. About that.

-[gun cocks]
-Uh, no, no,
don't shoot, please!

Uh, Janine, do something,
talk to her! She's yours. Um--

I love you.

[light inspirational music]

I agree with her.

Fuck that!

All this time,
the vice, the real vice?

It wasn't just the drugs,
it wasn't them.

It was you, Bradley.
It was always you.

Fuck off, Mary Sue.
What the fuck?
You think you're so big

you can supersede
your true superiors?

You stupid little child!

What the fuck!
You can't outsmart me.
You can't outrun me.

You cannot rule over me!
You are not invincible!

You cannot kill God!

[dramatic music]

-[gunshots]
-[groaning]

-What the fuck! Oh, my God!
-[yells]

-[Bradley stutters]
Did-- did ya--
-[groans]

What? [shakily breathing]
O-- oh!

-Why--
-[deeply exhales]
What do you think?

-Should we do it? [sighs]
-[whimpers] I-- just--

-How c--
-If you don't, um...

-[Bradley groans] No. no.
-...there's plenty
of others who will.

Other Vladyslavs
around the world
who will gladly discard him

with the trash,
now that he's on his way out.

[light inspirational music]

-[birds chirping]

[sighs]

[wind blowing]

-[sighs]
-What now?

I don't know.

Check me in somewhere?

You're still going?

Maybe not all the way
in Russia, but...

...I've had my body and mind
fucked with for far too long.

A break would be nice.

I'm proud of you,

following through on this,
even though I'm sure

you just wanna
run away screaming.

You keep kicking ass,
Mary Sue, you got that?

-["Heart Bruises"
by Maddie Hogan]
-♪ Every morning ♪

♪ Same conversation ♪

♪ You're tired of it ♪

♪ You tell me
you're begging me ♪

-Let me go get the car.
-♪ You want me to quit ♪

♪ You can't stand it
when I start taking
shots, shots, shots ♪

♪ Tell me, you're begging me ♪

-♪ You want me to stop ♪
-Goodbye, Bradley.

♪ Yeah, I know you're over
all the sorries, excuses ♪

Tragic news today
out of our nation's capital.

At the age of 65,
Senator Bradley Weiner,

the beloved politician who gave
a voice to a generation

and who was, of course,
a longtime friend
of the Clintons,

has committed suicide
via two gunshots
to the back of his head.

-[door opens]
-The president is
preparing a statement

-and is reported to deliver...
-[man] Hey, honey,
did you see this?

I've been inundated. Holy shit!

I'm having my manager
prepare a statement
to be released within the hour.

[man] Well, I guess you know
what this means
for the campaign.

Oh, I'm well aware.

I even have
some bigger dirt to boot.

♪ ...excuses... ♪

[ominous tone]

[echoing whispering]

And that goddamn Jeremy?

He's there playing video games,
you know, all day long

again, hibernating in his room.
Trash everywhere.

Goddamn room
smells like marijuana.

Oh, I-- can you, uh, go tell him
to come down and spend
some family time?

-Of course.
-Aha! Gotcha.

-Stupid little kid.
Stop fucking camping so much.
-[gunshots on video game]

Oh, I suck? [laughs]
Ask your mom who really sucks.

-Jeremy.
Dinner will be ready soon.
-Get out of my room! God!

-Hey, house lady.
You got my stuff?
-[chiming on video game]

[gunshots continue]

-[whimsical, eerie music]
-Yeah. [ch