All language subtitles for Murder Bury Win

You are a very funny man.

He chose the bear trap.

Yeah, why?

You got a handgun and an axe.

- What's wrong with these?
- They're boring.

- I don't want 'em.
- Oh, man.

Adam, it's called a trap

for a reason.

The intended victim
has to stumble onto it.

And what do the rules say?

The rules, which I believe
we all signed off on,

says that the bear trap mechanic

doesn't function
like other murder weapons.

You cannot wield a bear trap

with intention.

Okay, so I take the gun out

and I shoot him.

Bang, bang, bang!

I killed him.

Not so fast, tiger.

That's a quiet zone,
can't do that.

Gotta go back to the safe house.

Are you gonna tell me
that I can't use a bear trap

and he can fucking
nail clip someone to death?

I mean, he's right there,
tell him yourself.

It was the best option.

And how many points of damage
did the nail clippers do?

- One point.
- And what about,

uh, the baseball bat?

The sword?

Okay, it was
the funniest option.

Actually I can
kinda see your point.

Imagine clipping
your nipple tips.

- Don't.
- Adam.

Barrett's not playing to win.

- Why do I have to play to win?
- Because that's why

- we play games.
- No, that's why you play games.

Ugh, how are we doing?

Still failing.

Still failing.

V.V. Stubbs ever fail
a Gamechanger campaign?

Nope.

Never asked for crowdfunding,
not once.

Literally everything
this guy has ever put out

has been a fucking hit.

I don't know how he does it.

Guys, we made $200 in donations.

We gotta start somewhere, right?

I mean, it doesn't matter
if we never get any of it.

Is someone standing
in the way of your dreams?

Well, I have
the perfect solution.

Just murder, bury, win, yay!

Hi, I'm Adam.

I'm here to tell you about
a new murder mystery board game.

The twist: You're the killer.

I'm not watching
this video again.

Hey, hey, guys, look,
a new donation.

$150 from you know who,
anonymous.

That's five donations,
$350 total,

and all from anonymous.

Five donations,
10 percent of our goal.

That's pretty good
for a first run.

Let's stay optimistic.

Murder, Bury, Win.

Part One: The quick start
guide to murdering

your intended victim.

First rule: Don't freak out.

What do you want?
You know what you want.

You want to kill.

You want to do this.

But can you do this?

Fuck yeah, you can do this.

You can't give up.

You can't stop moving.

You've got to find that person

and, well,

that reminds me.

Second rule:
Find the perfect murder weapon.

And even if
you don't think you can kill

with what you've got,
try to kill 'em anyway.

Third rule:
Don't stop the pursuit.

If he gets out of your grasp,
keep on chasing him,

because if you don't, they will,

and in this game,
there can only be one winner.

Well, you won't find anyone else
that works as hard as I do,

and, um...

What's that?

A record?

Yes, that's part of the.

I mean, does it really matter?

- Yes.
- It does?

Appreciate you checking in.

We'll contact you later...

Hey, um, why don't you
go fuck yourself?

Excuse me?

Adam Hughes speaking.

- Yo, you remember this?
- Oh, yeah, I sure do.

You know it ran on Gamechanger?

- Really?
- I ended up donating to it,

and went all in
for the full reward.

They sent me
this colorful package

with the game inside, a t-shirt,

some stickers.

Campaign made a million dollars.

- Wow.
- Fucking hate this game.

- Really, why?
- Yeah, hell yeah.

It was a simple idea.

Anybody can come up with
crude drawings

and immature humor, you know?

But, I guess if it sells,

that's the kind
of shit people like.

Yeah, did a lot better
than Murder, Bury, Win.

A million times better.

You know, the difference
is that, like, our game

is actually great, you know?

Like, it's nuanced.

Even though it's not finished,
it has just as much depth as

any of these Victor Von Stubbs
games, you know?

I'm telling you,
one day I'm gonna walk

through these doors
and be standing right there

with a copy of the most badass
murder fantasy board game

ever created,
Murder, Bury, Win, you feel me?

Mark my words,

and you know whose names
are gonna be on the box?

Ours.

Meet me in the back, now.

Yes, sir, yes.

Yes.

They're...
they're right here, sir.

They're right here.

Uh, okay, we are live, sir.

- Hello, Adam?
- Yes.

- Am I on speaker?
- You are, sir.

So, I understand I'm speaking
to the three creators

of Murder, Bury, Win.

That would be Adam,
and Barrett, and Chris.

- Is that right?
- That's correct, sir.

- Yes.
- And it's just the three of you

- right now?
- Yes.

Excellent.

First of all, I don't give out
my name over the phone.

It's not a you thing,
it's a safety thing.

- Okay, are you there?
- We're here, sir.

Great, so I understand
you three live in Willits.

- That's correct.
- And are you talking to anyone

- about your game?
- Well, we tried

with the Gamechanger campaign,
but it...

Yeah, yeah, obviously,
are you talking to

any game publishers
about your game?

No, not really.

Not really, or no?

No.

Comic book or young adult
adaptations?

- No.
- Have you taken any steps

to get your game made
beyond the Gamechanger site?

No.

Does anybody know
about your game

outside of the three of you?

- No.
- Absolutely not.

I hear two voices.

I'm sorry, no.

Okay.

If it meant the difference
between your game being made

or disappearing into
Gamechanger obscurity,

could you keep
this conversation a secret?

- Absolutely.
- Yes.

- Sure.
- And I want you to be honest.

Okay?

Is your game any good?

Sir, I believe Murder, Bury, Win
is the next...

Murder Wall.

Come over,
let's talk about your game.

Come over?

I'm close.

Sure, when?

Hey, now is good.

Adam, take me off
the speaker phone.

See ya soon, guys.

Yes, sir.

I'm looking forward to it, too.

Yes, we'll be there very soon.

"Close" my ass.

Seven buses, Adam.

It's just right up this road.

You said that an hour ago.

- I'm saying it now.
- Do you even trust this guy?

- I'm sure it's fine.
- Do you have a picture of him?

- No, why?
- You think he might be

- one of the anonymous donors?
- Probably all of 'em.

No, it's gotta be
different people.

Nope, it's one person,
it's the same IP address.

- You can check that?
- Yeah, sure did.

Hey, I think this is it, guys.

We're going to get
fucking murdered.

- We'll be fine, Barrett.
- You'll be fine, Adam.

Guys.

- Yeah, hey, can you hold this?
- Hey, hey, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Be careful, careful, you got it?

I... I think so,
is this gonna go off?

It might go off,
it's a fucking bear trap.

- Do you got it?
- I think so.

You sure you have it?
Well, get it.

- Okay, okay, yeah, yeah.
- You got it?

Come on in, guys.

Come on in, come on.

Put it back where it goes.

I have a spot for it.

Yeah, you see that?

Right there on the old wall.

The big, empty spot.

Bear trap shaped.

Got it, feel good?

Have a seat.

Make yourself comfortable.

So,

let me see
if I have this straight.

Adam, Barrett,

Chris.

Those are our names.

Relax.

You're not in trouble.

Although I can kinda see why
your Gamechanger didn't pan out.

Why is that?

Uh, because you got people
attacking each other

with bear traps,
and that makes no goddamn sense.

Well, we got the idea from...

Murder Wall, so.

Come on, that's a fantasy.

You get to inhabit
different characters

with weird names
like Captain Custard,

and beat people over the head
with chandeliers.

But, Murder, Bury, Win
is wish fulfillment,

right?

You get to be yourself.

You have a framework that
people want to identify with,

but you're pushing them away
by being unrealistic.

Let me ask you this:

Who hasn't daydreamed
about killing someone?

Come on, show of hands.

Yeah, even I can identify with
wanting to kill a few people.

Three actually, quite recently.

You have a lot of weapons,
Mister...

So, I saw this game

with a great idea.

But, this great idea of a game,

when I looked
more closely at it,

something was off.

Murder, bury, and win.

There was something missing.

But, if these young men
knew how to fix the problems,

they could take their game
directly to

Milton fucking Bradley himself
and get signed on the spot.

But, they couldn't fix it.

I saw these scoundrels,

and I said to myself,

"Hey,

how can I monetize this?"

So, I lured them out
into the forest,

and convinced them
to bring their game with them,

knowing they had
nowhere else to turn

and hadn't told
a single person about me.

I welcome them into my home,

- and got 'em.
- Hold up, back the fuck up.

Motive.

Motive, guys.

Your game is missing
some basic elements,

and that's just one of them.

You can't kill someone
without a motive.

That's just sociopathic,

and mean.

Wait, so that,
what you just did,

was all an act?

The game is good.

Like I said,
it needs a little work.

It's missing a certain
je ne sais quoi.

- I wanna fix it.
- Well, sir,

with all due respect,
why should we trust you?

Adam, I don't get paid
when I go home sick.

- We need to go.
- What, why?

- He said he wants to murder us.
- Oh, to be fair,

- that was an act.
- He put a bear trap

- in your fucking face.
- I talk about bear traps

- in the video.
- You can't fucking...

Shut up.

No fucking way, wait,
how did you get this?

This is the very first edition
of Murder Wall.

Do you know how rare this is?

I mean, there wasn't even
a chandelier in this version.

Take all the time you need.

Ah, shit.

You're V.V. Stubbs?

You made Murder Wall...
that is the Murder Wall.

That's real... that...
no, no, no, no, no,

no, no, no, that's the...
wait, board game of the year.

You're... you're
Victor Von fucking Stubbs!

Oh, my God, dude!

From Steal the Corpse to, uh,

Mummy Picnic, to Apex,

to Hangman's Noose,
Penguin Conquest,

Monkey Panic.

- Killer Trees!
- Killer Trees, oh, shit!

This is
Victor Von fucking Stubbs!

You know a lot about me.

Oh, I know your career
inside and out.

Sir,

it is an honor.

You look a lot younger
than I imagined.

I assume you're vegan?

Pescatarian, actually.

Well, thank you, I do well
not getting my face

all over the internet.

You guys okay?

- We're so much better now.
- Yeah, yeah, I wasn't scared.

- No.
- Listen,

I know how hard
you must've worked on this,

and how painful
it must've been when everyone,

and I do mean everyone,
turned their backs on you.

I know what it's like
to see greatness stifled.

But, fear not,

I see you.

I get you.

And I think I know
where your game went wrong.

Please allow me,

Victor Von fucking Stubbs,

the honor of assessing
the playability

of Murder, Bury, Win.

Ohh!

Oh, shit!

Oh, this cannot be real,
this is so crazy.

Yeah!

Okay, so I put the Murder deck
and the Bury deck upside down

on the... where?

There's no dedicated space
on the board to house the cards?

That's fine, they look great
on my custom-made table.

Now, Unforeseen Circumstances,

the events that will
get in the way of our murder.

These standby also on my table

in the event that we land
on the appropriate space.

- What's next?
- Motive.

Maybe it makes sense
to put it here.

There ya go, now we're thinking.

And, Mr. Stubbs,
if you don't mind, sir.

Motive:

He has a lot of money.

Motive: He abuses his power.

Motive:

He's standing
in the way of my dreams.

Sounds like he'd be
your father, right?

Next, we draw three Murder cards

and three Bury cards,

then dispose of the two
Bury cards that we don't want.

So, just out of curiosity,

which cards did you dispose of?

"Hide it in a coffin,"

and "Meat grinder."

"Feed to dogs," and "Eat it."

- Good.
- "Encased in cement."

"Melted."

Why not "Melted"?

There's not really any space on
the game board for that.

I can only do it
in the junkyard.

- It's not very practical.
- Are you fucking kidding me?

You don't see the practicality
in melting a body?

You can dissolve
a body anywhere.

Guys.

This is a container
of sodium hydroxide,

lye, your typical
corrosive drain cleaner.

A little bit of this
with a little bit of water,

you can melt skin, bones,
and even teeth

in a matter of a few hours,
two hours even, tops.

What, are you looking it up?

Barrett, put your phone away.

Put it away.

You guys are nerds.

Trust me,
it's an incredibly useful way

of disposing of bodies.

Have you, uh...

Have I what?

Have I used lye?

We're in the forest.

Critters.

Critters die around here.

Sometimes you try
different means

of disposing of them,
so they don't go on

digging each other up,
otherwise you gotta

dig a deep grave every time,
and who has time for that?

Are we good? Good.

Which card you keep?

"Remove identifying features."

Oh, okay,
so cut off the fingers,

pull out the teeth.

Does that sound
practical to you?

- No.
- Exactly.

Melting the body
is much simpler.

Go on, you can switch cards.

I'll allow it.

Okay, guys.

Let's put together our weapons

to concoct the perfect murder.

Bad news, Adam, a cop
has stumbled across the scene,

he pulls out a gun,
and he shoots you dead.

Uh, no, actually
I go to jail for five turns.

I'm not actually dead.

Okay, okay, we can end there.

But, I haven't gotten a chance

to kill the intended victim yet.

Yeah, but we get the idea,
right?

It's cyclical gameplay.

You go round and round,
back and forth

almost to the end,
back to the beginning,

fuck him up,
he heals in the hospital,

fuck him up,
he heals in the hospital,

forever and ever
until you don't fuck up.

It's kinda repetitive, isn't it?

Yeah, we've been meaning to

work on a few things.

Oh, so you knew
it was unfinished?

You put it online
before it was ready?

No, don't answer that.

When I was your age,
I made choices

I wouldn't
necessarily make today.

But, yeesh,
that's the game you made.

It needs more than a little work
if you ask me.

Well, sorry, guys.

Wish we could go deeper today.

Hey, don't look so down.

Not bad, not bad for a first go.

Well, sir, um,

I think that if we could spend
a little more time together,

- we could finish the game.
- I don't have time for this.

Not today, I'm sorry.

Or maybe we could
leave the game here with you

and we could all come back.

Mr. Stubbs,
I really admire your work.

I mean, there's gotta be
another way we could do more,

right?

Hey.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Just like that,

a lightbulb appears overhead.

It's crazy.

It's impulsive.

But I can't ignore
this feeling!

What feeling?

I knew there was a reason
I invited you.

- What's that?
- Ah, I can't.

- I shouldn't.
- Shouldn't what?

Oh, fuck it,
I'm gonna make this right.

I'm gonna make something
happen for you.

I even have... wow, I even have

all the paperwork in my room.

I'm gonna publish your game.

- With all of your original art.
- Oh, my God!

And all of the chills intact.

Fuck yes.

Once we get the kinks worked out
and I find that

big missing piece,
I think it'll be successful.

Here's what we're gonna do:
You're gonna sign some papers

and I'm gonna pay you
a generous amount

in cash today.

Fuck yes!

- Are you in?
- I'm in!

- Are you in?
- I'm in!

- Are you in?
- I'm in!

Now, all you have to do

is sign,

and then print your name
on the dotted line,

highlight it in yellow,
after that,

you'll initial to the last page.

Once you sign,
until you see Murder, Bury, Win

on the shelves
of your local game store,

you have never even heard of it.

So, when can we start
telling people

- that we're working with you?
- Just sign, abide by

the legally binding document,
and you'll be okay.

Oh, the next document
is confirmation of cash payment,

once you get the cash,
you sign that, we're done.

Okay, cool, and then...?

And then, you go home
and make another game,

if you want,
maybe it'll do better.

Might even get some people
to fund it next time.

What about Murder, Bury, Win?

Uh, well, jeez, Chris,

I really don't know
how to say this,

technically,
once you buy something,

it no longer belongs
to the store.

Wait, but I thought
we were working with you.

Sure, you are,
you're my three bright,

brilliant, ambitious

game testers.

Game testers?

Sir,

we made this game.

My name's got to be on the box.

And I'll put you on the website
as a game tester.

I poured my soul into this.

You too?

Listen, boys,

- I hear you.
- Do you?

Yeah.

You know what,
you guys should just go.

Now, pack it in,
have a nice day.

I mean, but what about the game?

The game?

I don't need the game.

How much money were you
willing to buy this for?

- Adam!
- What?

We can just make another game.

$3,000, cash.

Oh, fuck.

Not bad, right?

Fuck yes.

Guys, absolutely,
$3,000 cash today

for each of us.

You gotta admit,
that is a good fucking deal.

- To split.
- What the fuck, man?

- I am insulted.
- Yeah, we ran our campaign

for $3,500.

He's trying to shortchange us.

Yeah, that seems a little low.

Shit, Puppies on Fire made
like $10 million on their...

Don't fucking talk to me
about Puppies on Fire.

Nobody saw that coming.

Not even me.

That campaign should not
have done as well as it did.

Now, there's an entire industry
of wannabes to sift through.

Rabbits on the Toilet,
Kangaroos Versus Ninjas,

Hangnail Hangover, heard of 'em?

Of course you haven't,
because for every

Puppies on Fire
that strikes it big

there were 10,000 campaigns
that failed!

You should be grateful
you got anything at all.

- Come on, guys, let's go.
- Go on.

Run your fucking campaign again.

You're not gonna
make any more money

than you did last time,
I can tell you that much,

or at least you're not gonna
make as much as the money

that Barrett put in himself.

Why would you say that?

Because not a single person
actually donated

- to your campaign.
- We had five donors.

Yeah, and they all came from
your friggin' credit card,

Mr. Anonymous.

You guys think you could
slip one past me?

You think you could
swindle an old man?

Oh.

What, what, you...

you guys didn't know?

How the fuck
would you know that?

I got a great read on scammers.

Why would you put money
into our own campaign?

Well, there is literally
no reason for not signing now.

The takeaway here is that
literally no one believed in you

or your ideas, but I did.

I'm here to help,
just sign the papers.

Look, your friends are going to.

No.

You're crushing their dreams.

Sign the paper, Barrett.

Hey, are you gonna fuck this up?

How did Mr. Stubbs know
that it was me

who was contributing
to the campaign?

- Answer me that, guys.
- Can you guys pin him down

- or something?
- Pin me down?

Not one person thought
our idea was any good,

then the guy who created
all the games we love

comes along and wants
to take our idea for his own.

Ha, yeah, I've seen this shit.

He's just stealing off the backs
of people of color.

Oh, okay.

I'm white.

Adam, you just come up with

sick, twisted shit
from the bowels of your mind.

Chris and I
do all the hard work.

Art is hard, V.V.,

and I'm not gonna
be shortchanged!

- Just sign the fucking paper.
- This is some sick

- colonial bullshit.
- Give me my fucking game!

- No, no!
- Give it to me!

No, absolutely not!

- Oh!
- Oh, shit!

- Oh, my God!
- Oh, oh, oh, God, oh!

- Oh, my God.
- Barrett, is he okay?

Oh!

- Ugh!
- Fuck!

Fuck, fuck, fuck, dude!

Ah, he's bleeding out!

Okay, maybe he'll be fine,
we just gotta get him some help.

No, no, definitely not.

- Are we sure?
- No, no, with a crushed skull

like that,
he is 100 percent dead.

Then what should we do?

- Call the cops!
- Oh, okay, okay.

- Yeah, that's good.
- Yeah, okay.

- Okay.
- Okay, okay.

- Okay, okay.
- Okay.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Okay.

- We can't go to the cops.
- And why the fuck not?

- 'Cause we murdered him.
- What, Adam, don't...

Ooh, don't...
how could you say that?

Have you looked at your
internet search history lately?

No, why?

- Who's that?
- Who do you think?

It's the fucking cops.

Don't... to everyone else
in the world, we murdered him.

No, V.V. Stubbs invited us over.

- Exactly.
- From an anonymous number.

- He wanted our silence.
- He wanted our game.

The contracts, the NDAs.

- Anybody can make a contract.
- Guys, it doesn't even matter,

okay? All I have to do
is just call the cops

and explain to them
what's going on.

You don't have a fucking record.

You don't think I have
any reason to be scared, Adam?

- How so?
- You don't fucking get it,

- do you?
- You think I don't get it?

No, you definitely don't get it.

- Give me my phone.
- Make me.

Guys, listen, we're making
a game about murder.

This can all make sense if we're
just extra clear about it.

And the part where Barrett
led a wild goose chase

- around his place.
- Who's coming at me?

Hm, sounds like
a motive to murder to me.

Adam, nobody has anything
to gain by killing Mr. Stubbs!

He was my hero, for fucks' sake.

Now, can we just call the cops?

Okay.

So, he just died in a bear trap?

Uh, yeah, I'm pretty sure
that's how it fucking happened.

Well, my fingerprints
are all over

- that fucking thing, Chris!
- But, that's just

such a ridiculous way
to murder someone.

Look, no one would think that...

Look, Adam, can you just
sit still, please?

Bear trap.

It is a card in a game.

Nobody cares
about the game, Adam!

That game is the only excuse
we have for being here.

You think they're not gonna care
about a game that includes

explicitly murdering someone
with a bear trap?

With the only motives being,
"He has a lot of money,"

"He abuses his power,"

and "He's standing
in the way of my dreams."

Throw them away!

- You mean hide the evidence?
- What evidence?

We didn't kill anybody!

What about my fingerprints?

- Just wipe 'em off!
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Everybody can see us.

Oh, please, come on,
we're in the middle of the woods

with no one else around us.

Hey, what the fuck
are you doing?

We have to dispose of the body.

No, put Mr. Stubbs down!

Adam, what the hell's
the matter with you?

I get it, now is not the time

to be impulsive.

We'll be fine,
it's not too late.

All we have to do is take
the body back to where it was

- and remove the prints.
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

He's staying right here,
we're not taking him

- anywhere else.
- Why is he in the bathroom?

There is so much blood.

We tried to help him.

We tried to help him.

All right, all right, look,
let's just back away

from Mr. Stubbs for a moment.

All right, Adam,
Adam, come on.

Step away from Mr. Stubbs,
come on.

Guys, guys, sit down.

Please.

We're experts in murder.

We made a game about it.

Now is not the time
to play our game.

Look,

nobody knows we're here.

V.V. Stubbs made sure
to keep us a secret.

Now, somewhere in this house

is $3,000 meant for
the three of us.

He's dead,
he doesn't need it anymore.

Even if, somehow,

they believe what we tell them...

- Which would be the truth.
- Even if.

What then?

Chris, do you think
Milton Bradley

is gonna contact you

and ask you
what you're working on?

I guarantee you,
if we go to the cops,

from this day forward,
we will be known

as the three guys
that caused the death

of the great
indie board game creator

Mr. V.V. fucking Stubbs.

Your dreams,

they're gone.

No one will wanna work with you,

let alone put your name
on a board game.

And me,

add it to the list of reasons
as to why I'm unemployable.

Barrett, you can talk about
the truth all you like,

but you know just as much
as either one of us do

just how insane this looks.

Now, we will probably be
so broken up from the fallout

that we will go
our separate ways.

Well, at least tell me this:

If we tell the truth,

do you like what your life
looks like after today?

Pick a card.

What's it say?

"Encase in cement."

Do you know how to do that?

- No.
- Barrett?

Pick another.

"Feed to wild boars."

Not very practical.

"Remove
the identifying features."

Remove the identifying features.

Like I said,

we wrote the game on murder,

and we can probably win

if we play our cards right.

I need some air.

Sit still, please.

All right, look,
people do stuff like this

when they're overwhelmed.

We tend to make stupid choices
in crazy situations.

- I don't.
- Well, we gotta calm him down,

comfort him or something,
because things

are getting way out of hand.

I mean, what... what's
something that Adam likes?

I don't know, violence.

Okay, what else does he like?

Uh, coddling,
indulging his bullshit.

Are you gonna be helpful or not?

Fine, I'm sorry.

Hey, with all that love
that's inside of you,

all that goodness
that makes you you,

I need that.

All right, and I know
you think that Adam

is just only my friend,
but trust me,

he needs you, too,
especially right now.

- Okay, I'll be nice.
- Just relax, just be nice.

- I'll be nice, I'll be nice.
- He's more sensitive than you.

- All right?
- Ahh!

What was that?

I don't know.

Holy fuck! What the fuck?

Oh!

You fucking lunatic!

I knew he was crazy,
but not this fucking crazy!

Well, what's the point
in doing all this planning

if we're not gonna
actually use it?

That's a real person, Adam!

It's not a real person anymore.

You think he's got an opinion
about all this?

Hey, Stubbs, Stubbs,
you got a take on all this?

Oh, you don't,
because you're dead?

He's dead, guys.

Okay, we'll cut him up
and spread the body parts.

Oh, oh, where?

Wherever, did you forget
that we're in the middle

of the fucking woods
with nobody else around us.

We can fix this, okay, guys?

Everything will be fine.

Adam, you know not what you do.

The fuck?

Actually, fuck being nice.

Now, what in the fuck
is this, hm?

What do you call this shit?

This officially looks like
cold-blooded murder!

We can't go to the police now,
nah, not after this shit!

Oh, no, hell no!

What was that sound?

It's the cops.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

What do we do, what do we do?

Shut the fuck up.

Hey.

Hi.

How's it going?

We got a 911 call
from this address.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you sure did.

What's going on?

Yeah, you know what,
funny story.

I ended up cutting myself
pretty good

and just got into
a panic over it

and freaked out a little bit,

but I got it under control.

But I thought I hung up
before it reached the tone.

That is a lot of blood.

Yeah, but it's cool,
it's cool, I got it.

Did I get your name?

Oh, God.

Chris.

Chris?

Chris what?

Christopher, actually.

Christopher actually.

10-1, I do not read you.

Repeat, 10-1, I do not read.

I'm gonna take a look inside.

Sure, of course.

You have nunchucks,
axes, guns, and knives.

- Please explain.
- You mean the wall?

- Sure, the wall.
- That's the Murder Wa... Wall.

The Murder Wall.

It's not literally used
for murdering.

- Okay, explain.
- It's a replica,

fairly expensive replica.

From, from the game?

Murder Wall,
you've never heard of it?

It was pretty big, it was a hit.

Uh, yeah.

Barry, shut... shut your mouth.

Your mouth, shut it.

- Sit down.
- Okay, okay.

Sit.

I think I know you
from somewhere.

The store in Willits, right,
the board game store.

- What's the name of that store?
- No, no,

that doesn't, that doesn't ring
a bell, mm-mm.

10-1, 10-1, uh,

I do not copy, 10-1.

Oh my God.

I do not understand, 10-1.

Okay, sir, look, I'm just here
minding my business,

just trying to work on my game.

That's all.

Your game.

Yeah.

Oh...

my God, oh my God.

You're V.V. Stubbs?

You're V.V. Stubbs, you're V....

you're V.V. Stubbs.

You're V.V. Stubbs.

Okay, all right, you got me,
you busted me.

I'm, I'm V.V. Stubbs, yeah.

- Shh.
- Oh man!

Oh, wow.

I was gonna say you're the
best kept secret in town, but...

Just blew my cover,
but yeah, you caught me.

You know, I do like to get away
and this is a nice retreat.

Yeah, too bad my face is just
plastered all over the internet.

People just recognize me
left and right out there,

and it's just too much, so,
you know, this place is...

- Nice and quiet.
- Yeah.

The woods, so you can focus.

- Yeah.
- So, uh,

where else are you based out of?

Oh, you know,
just here and there.

Yeah, you know.

One place to another.

God, you are so young, you're
so much younger than I...

you are the youngest
entrepreneur

I believe that I have ever met.

Thank you, thank you,
I, I get that a lot.

Wow, I am speechless.

So you're working on a new game.

Well, yeah.

Don't tell me.

Uh, wait, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, hey, hey!

Hey, hey, hey!

What are you doing,
what are you doing?

I'm looking at the game.

No, don't, don't do that.

It's not finished.

Oh!

Oh no, no, no, I'm so sorry!

I've seen too much,
I won't look!

Is it a new game,
can you tell me that much?

It is a new game.

That is correct.

Am I the first person
that has seen it?

First person in the whole world.

I am just so, huh...

Badge 63, break-in, respond.

10-1, 10-1.

This is so cool.

Oh, uh, yeah, you must be a fan.

Oh, I play Penguin Conquest
with my son all the time.

- That's great.
- Yeah.

We play other games too,
Monkey Panic,

Apex, Columbus Strikes Again.

- Cool.
- And Puppies on Fire.

Not my game, that, that,
that's no V.V. Stubbs.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It was so popular,
I figured it was yours.

No, it's fine.

It's a simple game, but my boy,
he sure does love it.

Sometimes I let him win
just because

I love seeing him
get so excited.

I mean, when my puppy
catches up in flames,

I love seeing his eyes
just light up.

Mm.

My boy and I, we were having
a lot of trouble communicating.

We weren't talking
very much and, uh,

then he brought
Penguin Conquest home

and it really...

There's something about games,
it just brings people together.

- I don't know what it is.
- Ah, again.

We've been through a lot
this year, little Jake and I.

We don't have much going on
in our lives here,

but when we play games together,

it's like we can go
on an adventure.

We fight the bad guys,
race to the finish,

take over the world.

Nowadays, games are the only way
I interact with my son anymore.

We can sort of step away
from ourselves

just for a little while.

Escaping.

Well...

I don't think
that's escaping per se.

I think that's more of a way

to tap into who you are, right,

and hone in on
your imagination.

Some of the best games
connect us that way.

Wow.

Yeah, I mean,

your games sure do.

I don't like to be hyperbolic,

but meeting you
has been really...

I don't even, I don't even know
how to say it.

What is that game store
in Willits?

Your web is up.

Let's check it out.

Oh, wait, hold on.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, hey.

Uh, sorry,

I'm just really preoccupied
on the computer.

I'm working on a lot of stuff
for the new game.

It's top secret.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Yeah, so, it's...

Just be careful.

You do not wanna leave your
password lying around like that.

Nice detective work.

- Thank you.
- Good eye.

Yeah, okay.

Oh yeah, well,
I'll get out of your hair.

I'm sure you have plenty to do.

Nice meeting you, Officer...

Everson,
but you can call me Dan.

- Dan.
- And what should I call you?

Chris or V.V.
or what are we going with?

You can call me Stubbs,

but that's between us.

That's wonderful.

Hey, you know what,
would you mind...

I know you're very busy,
but would you mind

getting a selfie with me?

Just really quickly.

Yeah.

Sure, I can take it.

He's taking a goddamn selfie.

I'm gonna, I'm gonna kill him.

I'm going to kill him.

No, no, no, no.

No, no, okay.

I'm gonna kill Chris.

Can you hand me the machete?

Get the fuck out.

- Let me know when you're ready.
- I am ready.

Uh, uh, where do I press?

The camera button right there.

- The red one.
- Oh, okay, okay.

Just move your thumb down
and take it.

Oh, I was trying to use
my pinky.

I'm sorry.

Ah, I'm sorry, I can't take it.

It just... you know,
it just feels wrong

to take a photo together when...

Jake, Jake should be here.

- Seriously?
- Yeah!

Yeah, that way we can talk games

and maybe play around a bit,

take our new game for a spin.

Wow, thank you,
he is going to be thrilled.

Okay, that makes me very happy.

Yeah, bring him by any time.

Okay, will do.

- Okay.
- Oh, uh, shit.

He's with his mother
starting from tomorrow.

I know this is a lot,
but would you mind terribly

if I brought him by
after my shift today?

We will not take long,
I promise you, I promise you.

- I promise you.
- Sure.

Sounds great.

Thank you.

- Thank you again.
- Yeah, yup.

One last thing.

Would you mind terribly,
if I brought them with me,

could you sign a few
of his games for him?

I'd love to.

- Thank you again.
- Yeah, no prob...

no problem.

All right.

Wait.

Officer Dan!

Stubbs.

Hey, uh, what time
should I expect you?

Uh, well...

Badge 63, break-in, respond.

Badge 63, 10-4.

10-35, we've got a major crime
in progress.

Yikes, uh, 10-4, copy that.

What's that?

What time?

I have to pick up my son
in Ukiah,

so maybe a few hours?

See you then.

Chris, what the fuck
are you doing?

I'm looking up how far away
Ukiah is.

We need to figure this out.

What do you think I'm doing?

Do you realize
what you've just done?

Why the fuck would you
invite him back?

He was about to take
a picture of my face.

As a celebrity,
not as a suspect.

- He recognized me.
- Well, I'm sure you've

just gotten everything
you've ever wanted,

haven't you, Chris?

Hey, I was playing a role!

I just pulled off
the performance

of a fucking lifetime, I just
saved both of your asses.

Well, it sounded to me
like you really enjoyed

your time with your new fan.

Well, in case
you don't remember,

there's still blood
behind the damn chair, Adam.

Well, it wouldn't be there if
Barry hadn't pushed Mr. Stubbs

- into a fucking bear trap.
- I didn't shove him.

He attacked me
and fell into it himself.

Well, it's not like he had
a weapon in his hands

- or anything...
- He told you guys

- to pin me down!
- Well, I didn't do anything!

You didn't do anything?

You didn't?

Who put this campaign online?

You did.

Who arranged for
this little meeting?

You did.

Who moved the body?

You did!

Who tied our hands
to fucking murder

by cutting into
his fucking foot?

You did.

Every single step of the way,
it's only been about you.

And now we're fucking trapped

without any way
of turning back now

all because you decided to do
everything without asking us.

And who are you to lecture me
about honesty?

Really?

I put money into the campaign
because I wanted

to encourage you two, I wanted
to make you feel better.

Oh, wow, you're wrong, man,
dead wrong.

Yeah, I'm not gonna
sugarcoat it, Barry.

That did kinda
make me feel worse.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, okay?

Wait, what is this?

How did you get on to this?

What do you mean?

This is administrative access
to the Gamechanger site.

How did you log on to this?

He wrote down his password
right here.

Holy fucking shit.

What?

I think V.V. Stubbs
owns Gamechanger.

Our campaign never failed.

He suppresses them.

Our campaign
was never even seen.

If there wasn't already
a motive to kill,

there you go.

Just like that, that fucker
endgames our careers.

I think it's imperative
that the three of us

are on the same page
as to what's the next move.

Well, I wanna dispose of it.

Okay, no surprise there.

Fucking psychopath.

But all things considered,
I'm okay with that.

Barry?

Um...

Do you really think we can go
back after all of this?

No.

We can't go back.

Well, I don't know
where to start.

Well, like Adam said,

we did make a game about
getting away with murder.

Let's play it.

Murder, Bury, Win.

Part Two:

The quick start guide
to disposing the body.

The first rule.

Clean every last drop of blood,

because nothing gets in the way
of a perfect crime

like leaving a bloody
foot trail behind.

- This isn't working.
- Scrub harder then.

It's not strong enough.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey!

- Stop that!
- Yeah, man,

that shit's extremely corrosive.

Now comes the tricky part.

The second rule.

Dispose of that body.

You sure this is gonna work?

Oh God, I hope so.

Oh, it'll work.

Third rule.

Control your chaos.

Murder can be messy,
so it's up to you

to get rid of any loose threads.

Fourth rule.

Eliminate the trail
to the scene of the crime.

Nothing can compromise
the perfect murder

like a viral photo of you

marching to the house
with an ax.

Yes.

All right.

- Okay!
- What?

Done, erased,
we have disappeared.

- And my credit card?
- What credit card?

So impressed.

And the fifth rule,

"Work out your alibi
and do it yesterday."

Ugh.

We probably should've added
that one to the top of the list.

Shit.

Okay, the best alibis
are done in real time.

The only thing that we can
confirm in real time

is that Officer Dan saw Chris.

Well, I went home sick, so...

Well, I can vouch for you,
I don't have a job.

So...

Yeah, and you gotta quit
your job anyways.

- I gotta quit my...
- Yes.

- That's fucking bullshit, man.
- Yes, you have to quit your job.

You heard what Officer Dan said,

he could roll up at any minute
to the game store.

You can never be seen again.

Ever again.

In the game store.

How do I quit my job and lock
myself into an alibi?

Squeeze together, we got this.

We can do this.

All right, here we go.

Smile!

You know forensic scientists can
tell if a photo is fake, right?

Relax, okay?

It looks great, they won't be
able to tell the difference

between this one
and a fake one, you bozo.

Sent.

Receiving, receiving, receiving.

Hold on.

Oh, finally, okay.

Whoa.

Okay, uh,

not what I had in mind, but,

here we go.

Fuck.

What's wrong?

I don't know how
I'm gonna quit my job.

Well, I can help with that.

I've quit more jobs than
you have teeth in your head.

Yeah, sounds about right.

Okay.

Who are we writing to?

Just draft it.

Well, I need some type
of context.

It's to my boss, Alan.

You think V.V. Stubbs, if he
hadn't shut down our campaign...

That we would've been a success,
I mean, maybe.

I'm kinda glad that everything
happened, all things considered.

We would've mistaken that for
a false sense of validation,

thinking that the game
was great.

I mean, come on, look at it,
it's not...

You didn't think
the game was great?

Okay, well,

I don't like it.

Our game is just like
other games, man.

Play to win, beat others,

literally beat them
with a shovel.

What's the whole point
of everybody competing?

I mean, games are supposed
to be competitive.

That's the whole point.

What's the point in the point?

So evidently,
you don't like confrontation.

- I get that.
- No, you know me.

I like collaboration.

Hm, well, you know,

I like disposing of bodies
with you guys.

That's pretty collaborative.

Wouldn't you say?

No.

It was a joke, man.

Nah, nah, I hear you,
I hear you.

Less competition.

I can get behind that.

Done.

All right, don't send it yet.

Well, it's sending.

- I said don't send it.
- What?

Well, it's gonna get you fired.

What did you say?

I said, "Fuck you
fucking fuckheads

and your stupid
fucking game store.

4/20 for life."

You said you were
gonna help me quit.

What, I am!

You're not seeing the benefits.

Man, you get fired,
you get more perks.

I want my game on the shelf
on good terms.

Adam, you forgot
to crop the blood out.

You forgot to crop
the blood out!

Shit.

Well, I can melt the shirt.

Yeah, that's gonna fucking help.

Gimme that.

Fuck.

Fucking idiot.

How do you forget
to crop out the blood?

Well, guess we gotta cut
your dumb ass.

Like hell you do.

I'll cut you right back.

Gotta rationalize the blood
if it comes up, so...

Whoa!

Ah...

Man, are you gonna fuck this up?

Calm down.

Are you gonna fuck this up
for the both of us?

Calm down, Chris.

Adam's only got a little bit
of blood on his right shoulder.

Okay?

All he needs is a nick.

Just a little nick, okay?

Sure.

- Don't move.
- Whoa!

Whoa.

Not you, let Barry do it.

He's a gentle soul.

Fair enough.

No, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

- No.
- Okay.

- I'll do it.
- No, no, no, no!

Okay, okay.

Give me the knife.

I'll do it.

Okay, I'll do it, I'll do it.

You better make up your mind.

I'll do it, I'll do it.

Give me the knife, okay?

I'll do it.

I say we do it in the bathroom.

God damn it!

Ew, why isn't he melted?

Um, Adam, I have an idea.

Maybe if you give me my phone,
I can, I can check.

What, are you gonna check
your goddamn emails?

We don't have time
for that shit.

- Adam, will you relax?
- Sorry, Barry.

We've gotta work together,
not against each other.

I'll buy you a new one.

Look, we have 90 minutes
until your friend comes back.

- I know.
- We have to get rid of the body.

- I know.
- Dissolving a body.

Not fucking practical,
V.V. Stubbs.

We can eat it.

I'm just kidding.

Burn it.

- No!
- No!

Okay, fine, no, geez.

Once again, remove
the identifying features.

- God.
- Yeah, okay.

Let's do that.

Perfect.

Well, Barry has his prints
all over that thing.

Your the only one
with experience!

- Jesus, Barry!
- Hey!

God!

I already cut into the foot,
you want me to do more?

Nobody asked you
for the fucking foot.

Did we ask him for the foot, no!

Well, you have to cut
me anyways.

- God, Chris, Chris, Chris.
- No, no, no, no.

There's no fucking way Chris
is gonna cut me.

Hey, look, if there was ever
a time that we need

to come together,
now's the time.

All right,
let's put our heads together

and think this thing through.

All right, in order to remove
the identifying features,

we're going to have to
cut off the fingers

and take out the teeth,
regardless,

and still bury the body.

- Chris is right.
- And Barry, be real.

You can't dig that hole,
all right, so that's not on you.

I can handle that.

Um, hm, smashing out the teeth,
also not you.

The only person capable
of doing that is you, Adam.

That's probably true.

Hey, you know, we're gonna
have to just band together,

grind it out,
and just work as a team.

All right, and I'll get you
something else

to cut off the fingers.

I don't wanna cut off
the fingers.

Just cut off the prints then.

- Just the prints?
- Yeah.

I'll get something.

Look, it's gonna be hard,
but you're going to do this.

- I wanted to call the police.
- No, no.

Hell no,
you said we were a team.

You wanted to collaborate,
right?

- So that's what we're doing.
- But why do I have to do that?

"I, I, I" nothing.

There is no "I" in "team."

We are all in this together.

Chris is right.

Okay?

Okay?

We're doing this.

Okay.

- Okay.
- Okay?

Okay.

All right.

Oh, Barry, fuck, that hurt!

Shit, that's a lot of blood.

- Is that an artery?
- Oh fuck!

- Feeling lightheaded.
- Oh God, oh God, is that bad?

- Are you okay, are you okay?
- How do you feel?

Feel powerful, feel good,
you having a rush?

Okay, all right,
well, good luck.

Hey, guys.

Mr. Stubbs is ready.

What the fuck is that?

Uh, "I'm about $50,000 in cash."

What?

I mean, this is every
single Gamechanger

V.V. Stubbs has ever purchased,

including every game asset
they've ever created.

And best news is none of these
are released.

Wait.

So these are ideas
that haven't been used?

That's right.

That's fucking right.

Holy shit.

Holy shit!

This is incredible.

- Oh my God.
- Mhm.

Uh, hello?

We have money here!

There is money here, okay?

I'm not an advocate
of people dying, but,

in this case, it's okay.

Yeah!

Will you help me get
my backpack please?

Hey, uh, real question here.

You guys think I need stitches
for this thing?

Probably not.
Did it really hurt

or are we just trying
to get out of there quickly?

Yeah, man, you really hurt me.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Hold up, hold up, hold on.

Hey, I'm sorry about
your phone, Barry.

I'll get you a new one.

Yeah, with your fat pile
of money?

Our fat pile of money.

I just got fired.

Okay, guys,
everything's gonna be okay.

Let's just get going.

No loose threads.

- No loose threads.
- And just think,

now we have enough money
to publish our game.

Yeah, I know,
and not just the one.

You gotta take a look
at these other games, man.

- They're so good.
- Yeah.

What other games,
what do you mean?

The games in the box.

Those are other people's
games, Chris.

Those aren't ours.

Uh, hey, V.V. Stubbs,
Mummy Picnic,

you care that we use
some of your games?

Maybe I'll torture him,
that'll get him to talk.

- Can I have that back?
- No.

I thought we were gonna give
the games back to people.

Why would we do that?

Mr. Stubbs bought them
fair and square.

They made their choice, now
he's dead and we inherit them.

Are you serious, Chris?

It's not right.

And how would we return
the games, Barry?

I don't know, email them?

Saying what, what would be
the explanation behind that?

Let me just
figure something out.

We don't have time for that.

Gonna help me?

Okay, this is as good of a spot

to divide and conquer,
isn't it?

So we'll bury the body.

- You scatter the...
- Mutilated finger scraps.

- Okay.
- And the shattered teeth.

I said, "Okay."

Okay, you got this, man.

Okay, we'll meet back here
in, uh,

how long does it take
to bury a body?

I don't know.
Let's say like an hour.

Okay, well, we'll text you.

Oh, crap, forgot.

Cut you off from civilization.

You good, bro?

All right.

Listen, if we don't look out
for ourselves,

then who else will?

We're the little guys in this.

We can't give up,
we got to be tenacious,

persistent, optimistic,
but more importantly,

we got to work as a team.

Besides, getting rid
of the competition, right?

Life is gonna look
a hell of a lot better

from here on out.

All right,
so let's bury the body,

you scatter or do whatever
with the identifying features,

and we carry on
with our fucking lives.

God damnit, Stubbs,
you're heavy.

How much deeper?

You heard Mr. Stubbs.

Can't have critters
digging him up now, can we?

Well, how deep is deep enough?

What? What, are you gonna
dig six feet?

Hello?

Chris?

- Hey, wait, wait, wait.
- Yeah?

We should say something.

Okay. Go ahead.

- He bailed on us, man.
- He ain't bail on us.

Yeah, how big was the hole
you had to dig?

Look, Adam, stop being
so damn cynical.

It's about Officer Dan time.

You don't think
he just took the finger scraps

and ratted on us,
took the games and the money

and just... just threw us
under the bus?

That's not Barry.

He wouldn't switch on us
like that.

Go find him before he does.

- You're just gonna sit?
- Yeah.

He cut me. I'm weak.

Oh, "I'm weak."

- Yeah, go find him.
- Whatever.

Hey!

Hey!

What are you doing?

Give me the game.

Let me see the bag.

Hey, relax.

Relax.

Hey, the money is here.

The finger bag is done.

- Where are the games?
- Ugh.

Adam, where are the games?

Barrett was burning them.

I mean that fucker was just
going to town on those things,

but I saved one.

Where's Barry?

Uh, we got a new mess
on our hands now,

but, uh, we're pros
at this, man.

We got this.

We got this.

We got this.

You and I, we got this.

We got this,
you and I got this.

Oh, did you want
to say something?

One copy of Murder, Bury, Win.

- Yeah, that's right.
- I love this game.

Have you played it?

No, I hear it's really good.

Yeah, I mean,
it's selling out faster

than Murder Wall at this rate.

Hm. Oh, yeah?

Hey, you know my dad met
V.V. Stubbs once?

- Hm, did he?
- Yeah.

I mean, it's a secret,
though, okay?

So don't tell anyone,
okay, shh.

I mean, I guess he has a place
around here or something,

but, you know...

I was supposed to meet him too,

but he was a no-show.

Go figure, right?

Perhaps he didn't want
to be found.

You know, some geniuses
are like that, you know?

Yeah, I mean, whatever.

I mean, it'd still be cool
to meet him.

Or even the guys that made
this game, that'd be cool.

Yeah, that'd be cool.

Is someone standing
in the way of your dreams?

Well, I have
the perfect solution for you.

Just murder, bury, win.

Hi, I'm Adam.

I'm here to tell you about

a new murder mystery
board game.

The twist, you're the killer,
and in order to win,

you've got to get away with it.

With me so far?

Great! Let's talk murder.

But, first,
a little bit about me.

I'm a smart, driven,

passionate entrepreneur
who's ready to take

the board gaming industry
by storm.

And this is my friend, Chris.

Chris is smart,
Chris is loyal,

Chris is a really good friend.

And he and I came up
with this concept.

Just him and I, two friends.