To Your Last Death (2019) - full transcript

Lock the bets.

Ma'am...?

He killed them!

He killed my family!

He killed them all!

The vast void between stars...

empty.

Cold.

Lifeless.

Yet somewhere out there...

a game has begun.



Poor Miriam DeKalb.

Survivor of a horror
so dark and deep,

it ripped her world to shreds.

About to find out that the
only path back to the light...

may be to go even deeper
into the abyss.

So...

you're alleging
that your estranged father...

Cyrus DeKalb...

He...

he called us all together.

Collin...

Kelsy...

Ethan.

To...



to kill us.

You realize of course
that some people

might consider your story
a bit farfetched.

He is...

he's twisted.

Twisted?

He abused all of us growing up.

He kills people for a living.

t's what DeKalb Industries does.

They design new ways to kill people
then sell it to the government.

So why did you go there?

Her baby brother is gone.

Killed in his crib.

Her parents gone as well.

And Nafisa

can't sew anymore, because...

because she's missing
both of her arms.

Ms. DeKalb,

we appreciate the efforts
of your organization,

but WorldReach isn't
in the lobbying business.

But you're in the business
of protecting children...

Frankly, Ms. DeKalb,

If you want to make a
difference,

I suggest you talk to your
father.

Doesn't DeKalb Industries
make the damn drones?

Oh.

Hey.

How'd it go?

I'll live to fight another day.

That good, huh?

Well, Corinne's on hold for you.

I'll take it in my office.

Corinne! Hi!
Just got back from New York.

Lots of developments.

I think this will be the year
we...

No, I know there are a lot of
deserving non-profits out there...

Please, Corinne, I wish you'd...

Oh!

Jesus Christ.

Yes?

Okay, you don't look
especially happy.

Corinne just bailed on us.

Oh.

So the trophy wife
got bored with the cause?

She was half our budget last
year.

Layoffs?

We have a few weeks.

Too bad you can't
hit up you-know-who.

I'd sooner slash my own throat.

Did you see the announcement?

His new scholarship fund?

The what?

Today, billionaire industrialist

and former vice presidential
candidate Cyrus DeKalb,

whose own children
sank the Roberts/DeKalb

presidential bid five years ago,
announced the opening

of the new DeKalb Pavilion
at the USLA School of Business,

Along with a $70 million scholarship
for underprivileged students.

You've got to be shitting me.

I'm proud to be part of this,

to help enable children
of low-income families

to become tomorrow's leaders.

Okay... Okay, okay.

He just called me.

The bastard just called me.

What the hell did he want?

I...

haven't listened to the message.

Hi, sorry I'm a bit early...

Whoa.

Hold on to your ass, girl.

I can't believe
he called us all together

or some bullshit family reunion.

I'm not going.

I can't.

, if he's really on his way out,

this might be your last chance...

Are you fucking kidding me?

I've told you
some of the things he did.

Yeah, I think you told the
world.

but... think of what that could
mean for your non-profit.

Take his money
and then use it against him.

I mean, a massive peace
initiative...

inadvertently funded
by everyone's favorite

war profiteer Cyrus DeKalb.

That's a beautiful thing.

Through that door:

the arena of your deepest fears.

Gut clenched tight...

the voice in your head
sounding dire warnings.

last chance to turn back,
Miriam.

Let me.

Um... hi, guys.

Sup, big sis?

Miriam.

Kelsy.

I left...

a bunch of messages.

Are you okay?

I know.

I'm fine.

Not...

doing that anymore?

No.

Let me see.

- What? No.
- Let me see.

Miriam, if you start with me...

For once, would you mind
your own goddamn business?

Kel, I'm...

Um.

You okay?

You know, guys,
I would have really appreciated

a return phone call
when I wanted to talk about...

well, this.

Hey, congrats. Um...

I downloaded your single.

Thanks.

We open for Meth Takes
a Holiday next week.

If you have time.

Sure.

Sounds great. I'll be there.

How is Jerry?

Fine.

What did you guys do for...

Miriam, relax.

There's nothing to fix here,

and none of us is especially
comfortable with this situation.

Let's just get this over with.

Cell phones
and all electronics, please.

There are trade secrets
in this building.

Greetings, everyone.

It's been too long.

I missed you, Daddy.

I'm sure.

Please, make yourselves at home.

Eat. Drink.

But don't be too merry.

Alright, then.

I must say I'm really pleased
that all of you could make it.

Miriam,

I believe I've met one of your,
er, former donors.

Corinne?

Lovely lady.

We're just trying to make
conversation.

Ethan,

I hear Ms. Sheinbaum
is going back to teaching.

I guess she's gotten over her
trauma.

I'm outta here, old man.

Wait.

Forgive me.

That was uncalled for.

There's a lot at stake here.

A lot of money.

Kelsy, speaking of money,

I think Henry will be very
upset when you get home.

I just took a deal away
from him right under his nose.

Collin...

With all due respect, Cyrus,
we're not here to play games.

What is this about?

All right, then.
let's cut the forced congeniality.

Yeah, 'cause our tribe
is usually really big on that.

I have an inoperable brain
tumor.

It's called...

Glioblastoma Multiforme.

I've got maybe six months.

We need to discuss my legacy.

If it weren't for my dear
children,

my legacy certainly
would be different.

For starters,
I'd be running this country.

"I coulda been a contender."

It would be somewhat
of an understatement to say

that all of you have
been disappointments.

My brood.

The loony,

the epileptic homo,

the auto-erotic asphyxiator,

and the whore.

What are you doing?

Pronouncing your sentences.

Ethan.

I could understand wanting
to screw Ms. Sheinbaum.

She was one MILFy bit of tail.

But what the hell
was that choking shit?

Plain old fucking
not good enough for you?

Your sentence:

death.

Are you fucking nuts?!

You fucking psycho!

Cut the shit right now, Cyrus.

Collin.

Tried so hard to follow
in my footsteps,

but of course that was
impossible.

As if epilepsy isn't bad enough,

you had to embarrass me in front
of my political contributors

with your appalling sexuality.

And then, like all the others,

you turned on me.

Fucking turned!

On me!

Your sentence:

death.

Ah!

Okay.

You...

you've had
your little tasteless joke...

You, we'll get to last, Miriam.

I can't wait to discuss
the little matter

of my public humiliation
that you coordinated.

Now, Kelsy...

Trophy whore.

Your husband has been
a competitor of mine for years,

and you go and marry him?

What idiot marries a guy
more than twice her age?

Living the life

of a trophy wife while drowning
yourself in pain killers.

25 a day, I calculate,
based on the 5 doctors you're kiting.

You're a washout.

All this just to annoy me.

You're scaring her!

Your sentence:

death.

And now you.

My dear Miriam...

Ah!

Your sentence:

death.

Such pretty eyes.

Like my Bethany.

Wanna see?

Agh!

AAAAAAGH!

None of you had spoken to
your father in years, correct?

Since this...

In the interest of our nation,

we can't keep quiet any longer.

Our father Cyrus DeKalb
is a narcissist and a sociopath.

If he is elected Vice President,

this country will experience an
elevator ride straight to hell

while he lines his pockets
every step of the way.

You know what's interesting?

Your siblings were doing
a lot better than you.

So?

Here's my problem.

We didn't find any dead merc
in the elevator shaft.

That can't be.

I spoke with your father.

He confirms parts of your story.

He did call everyone together...

then you sprang a trap...

with the help of two mercenaries

named Jurek Klar
and Aengus O'Callahan.

No way.

No way!

You can't possibly...

It was him!

I swear I'm telling the truth!

Ms. DeKalb.

I have to take into account the
incident from a few years ago.

I was...

that was...

I'm totally fine now.

It was because I grew up
in that hell hole.

Three months in Del Rey
Psychiatric Hospital.

Your doctor noted
persistent visions of...

Your father as some sort of
demon.

I have to ask:

Is all of this part of your
vendetta?

I want a lawyer.

Now!

You know what I want?

A bagel.

I'm gonna take a little walk
down to the cafeteria.

While I'm gone,

perhaps you might reconsider
your statement, Ms. DeKalb.

Revise a few things maybe.

Why?

Why is this happening to me?

Looks like I arrived
at just the right time.

Are you...

my lawyer?

Do I look like a lawyer?

Yes.

One way or another,
I'd say you need all the help you can get.

I just need the cops to believe
me.

Crying isn't going to help.

Let's face it,
if this was a horse race...

you probably wouldn't even
make the long shot list.

Your father would be
the 10-to-1 favorite

and nobody would bet on you.

Why are you being so mean to me?

Not mean, realistic.

Hoping to generate
some fighting spirit in you.

For a rematch.

What?

With your father.

Run the same race
that you ran last night...

again.

Are you fucking nuts?

I'd rather die.

Like your brothers and sister.

Not the attitude I was hoping
for.

What if you knew then
what you know now?

You're insane.

And that is why you are nothing

and your father rules the world.

What the fuck does that mean?

Life is a game.

Aren't you tired of losing?

Aren't you tired of always
losing?

Hey!

Anybody!

Yeah?

This lady is harassing me.

Uh...

The detective
will be back soon, lady.

Oh, God!

Who sees me and who doesn't...

is my choice.

I'm not insane.

Who the hell are you?

You're assuming I'm a who.

What the hell did you just do to
me?

That's a temporal morpheme.

A time warp rune.

It will dissolve in about two
hours.

You have that long to decide
if you want to be dealt back in.

We'll warp you back 24 hours,
and the game will begin again.

Only this time,
the odds will be even.

Because you'll have and edge.

You'll have...

foreknowledge.

To activate it, you just trace
the morpheme with your finger.

I don't understand.

This is crazy!

I have faith in you, Miriam.

That's one of the many reasons
we selected you.

So...

the rules.

Rule number one:

You must and will provide
amusement.

Rule number two:

My associates can stop the game
or ask for a replay at any time.

But the final call is mine.

Rule number three:

I may interfere at my own discretion
keep the game interesting,

but I don't take sides.

Remember...

All outcomes are possible.

ROAAAAARRRR!

What the hell happened?!

Stop her! Arrest her!

You're only making it worse,
lady.

Miriam?

Everything okay?

Freakish much?

We need to get out of here.

Um...

We need to leave. Now!

We just got here.

Okay...

I know you guys aren't going
to believe this, but...

we are going to die.

Okay, Miriam.

I have to ask...

are you off your meds?

No, listen! It's Cyrus. He...

Cell phones
and all electronics, please.

There are trade secrets
in this building.

Okay, everyone.

We're leaving.

You don't understand!

He wants to kill us!

He's going to... he has...

And you know this how?

Please, please listen to me!

Look, I'll explain later,

I am walking out that door right
and you guys must follow me.

Cuckoo, cuckoo.

What the...

The building locks at 8PM.

Please.

Come with me.

We can call you a doctor.

Stop!

You've got to listen to me!

No!

Greetings, everyone.

You fucking son of a bitch!

Get the hell offa me!

Not the reaction I anticipated.

Let me go!

You're not my prisoner, dear.

You can leave at any time.

After you hear me out.

Okay, here's the deal.

He called us here to kill us.

There are death traps
in there for every one of us.

I've seen it happen.

Miri, relax,

you also saw the four horsemen
and Slappy the Magic Chicken.

Ethan, your sister
is clearly not feeling well.

Please refrain from acting
like an asshole.

Did you know that growing up,
I thought my name was Asshole?

It would have been if we
had done the Indian thing.

You know, naming
someone for how they act.

Prancing Moose,
Sitting Duck, whatever.

It's Native American, dear.

I think we all got
off at the wrong foot here.

Why don't we start again?

Enough!

Listen up.

He's going to tell us
he's got a brain tumor.

Multiform Blasto-something.

She's right?

Go on, tell 'em.

Dad.

Glioblastoma Multiforme.

The reason for my headaches,
as it turns out.

Inoperable.

So yes, I'm dying.

I've got six months maybe.

Wow. Did you call my doctor,
Miriam?

Oh, Daddy, I'm so sorry.

Could they be wrong?

No, don't worry, sweetie,

they couldn't.

You're making it sound
like all I care about is money.

My dear, of all of us,

you're the one who's
the least money-obsessed.

Living the life...

...of a trophy wife while
downing yourself in pain killers.

Everyone!

This is what's gonna happen,
okay?

His muscle here are going
to haul us away.

And he's going to watch us die.

Miriam...

Want to know what he has
in store for you?

Remember your little comment
to News National

about dad's handling
of the state budget?

Like a magician
who saws a lady in half

but has no idea how to put
her back together?

All right, that's quite
enough, young lady.

You're not gonna get us this
time.

"This time"?

He asked us here
because he wants payback.

If it hadn't been for us,
he'd be Vice President.

The power behind the throne.

We took that from him.

is his final fatherly fuck you.

I think it's time you left.

Agh!

Pavel, please make sure she receives
medical treatment she needs.

Sorry you won't be joining
us this evening, dear.

Don't...

Don't listen to him! Please!

I'm telling you the truth!

Well.

Can't say I'm not upset.

Sorry, Daddy.

If you all don't mind...

I feel the need to freshen up.

Aengus and Jurek here
will take care of you.

Yo, what the fuck?!

Agh!

My darling daughter.

How?

It's that twerpy IT fag you
dated.

Right?

You got him to hack in?

No matter.

Not everything
was in the design document.

So, my dear, what we have here

is your common,
garden-variety elevator.

Remember that little remark of
yours?

About me taking the country on an
elevator ride straight to Hell?

Turns out a 3-ton elevator car
can be a very effective weapon.

This one in particular.

And forgive me this momentary
lack of class, but I must:

You screwed me.

So, screw you.

Such pretty eyes.

Like my Bethany.

Wanna see?

Agh!

AAAAAAGH!

Ah!

Shit!

Feeling better?

Seriously, what's up with Miri?

Pretty crazy shit she was
saying.

We're having her checked out.

She's exhibiting signs
of a psychotic break.

Paranoia, hallucinations.

- Considering her history...
- Which is why you shouldn't even

think about making her your
executor.

Thank you for not being
a damn phony, Collin.

Avarice is strength.

Your'e the only person in this
family who understands that.

Oh, my God!

Where's your sister?

Popping some pills.

Ethan.

What? I'm not exposing
trade secrets here.

Never an iota of gratitude
for my damage control.

Like you give a crap about me.

It was about protecting your
career.

Yes, my legacy...

About that...

What the fuck?!

AAAAAAAH!

No! No!

AAAAGH!

What the hell was that?

That's not how it happened.

That's not the way it happened!

Foul!

And where do you see a foul?

She had way too much time
to get out of the elevator and...

The timeline shifted.

Last time around,
her siblings were first, then her.

Now her foreknowledge has gotten her
thrown into the trap much earlier.

Can we really expect the elevator
to be in the same position?

And she's leaving the arena!

I guess we all know
whom you didn't bet on.

I want a ruling!

And they don't even wear
those until 2153.

Gamemaster?

Game continues.

She's not leaving the arena.

Look at the clock.

I gotta get out of here.

And leave your siblings?

I'll call the cops
as soon as I'm out.

Do you want to know what'll
happen if you smash that door in?

Not again.

Not again!

Help!

Let me go!

Do you really think
that's a good idea?

Look at the clock.

I paused the game.

But as soon as the tick-tock
starts again,

Your siblings are as good as
dead.

How do I know
you're telling the truth?

You used to bottle-feed Ethan.

And braid Kelsy's hair.

Who are you?

You promised your Mom
you'd look after them.

You've seen what'll
happen in this scenario.

There is only one way for your
siblings to survive this,

and that's for you to go
back up there and save them.

The clock will start ticking
again soon as you enter the arena.

Bitch!

Shit!

Miriam, help me!

Let me out!

Aengus!

Where is girl?

You lost one of the girls?

No. I mean...

She was right in front, but
now...

You see nobody?

Nobody's been here but you.

You're sure she came this way?

Where else could she go?

I don't know, friend.
Weren't you the one chasing her?

You stay.

I go to old man.

Why doesn't he just kill them
quickly and be done with it?

Fun.

I just wanna get paid and go
home.

Sloppy!

How did this happen?

Pavel? Pavel!

Shit.

We find her.

Damn right you will.

Aengus, find fucking Pavel...

...and get after Miriam.

You see to the kids.

Start with Kelsy.

No more fuck-ups!

Lock everything down.

And lock everything down!

And I mean everything!

Breathe.

Shit.

No... please...

Ah, my sweetie.

Daddy.

Please.

I'm sorry.

And what exactly
are you sorry for, my dear?

Whatever
you want me to be sorry for.

As you know, I'm a bit
of a fan of medieval gadgets.

This particular contraption
that you're sitting on

is of my own design.

Much like yourself,
it wasn't born perfect,

I had so many opportunities iron
out its flaws in Abu Ghraib.

Sometimes I wished I had
the same opportunities with you.

Now, if you notice,
your arms are completely free.

That metal tray mounted in front
of you is attached to a scale,

which in turn
is connected to a timer.

I never understood
this bizarre affectation.

Cutting yourself.

Pain is something to be
dispensed to others.

but since you seem to enjoy
it...

I'm giving you a chance
to revel in it.

When Jurek starts the timer,
you'll have 60 seconds

to fill the tray
with 10 ml of blood.

The scale will register,

and the blade will not
slice off your head.

The timer will then reset,

and you'll have 60 more seconds
to add another 10 ml to the tray.

Daddy!

Oh, sweetie.

You sound so plaintive.

You can lose almost 500 ml
before you even feel faint.

In theory,
you could stay alive for hours.

Jurek.

60 seconds has begun.

Now,

cut yourself.

Keep cutting and cutting and
cutting.

Don't ever stop!

No!

Fuck this!

No!

Fuck!

No! Please!

Boring! Come on.

Seriously,
I was hoping for a good fight.

The sister's too much fun...

We should keep her around.

Untapped potential.

Explosive potential.

Replay!

Replay!

Replay! Replay!

Replay! Replay! Replay! Replay!

Aengus, find fucking Pavel.

You see to the kids.

Start with Kelsy.

No more fuck-ups!

Kill Collin first.

On second thought,
start with my oldest.

What the...?

I've done this.

Miriam!

Okay.

It's gonna be okay.

I'm getting you out of here.

I think we're good here.

He's totally cut us off.

Still no sign of Pavel.

I've looked everywhere.

Apparently not.

Fucking find him!

This building will be swarming
with people come Monday morning.

Oh!

They're fucking it up.

What?!

Aengus!

Okay, I think the coast is
clear.

We need to get Collin and Ethan,
and then we need to leave.

I'm leaving now.

Collin and Ethan...

We can call the cops
once we're outside.

They'll be dead by then.

And you know this how?

I just saved your life!

Why can't you trust me?

I wouldn't be here
if it wasn't for you.

Kel, what are...

Don't fucking call me that.

What is your problem?

You are my problem.

You're a fucking control freak who
always thinks she knows better.

You can never give
people what they need.

You give them what you
think they should have.

When I called you the night
before I got married...

scared, not wanting to go
through with it...

you gave me a lecture.

About how I need to see a shrink
and work through my issues

since clearly I'm
marrying my father...

What did you want me to say?

I wanted you to say, "I love
you.

You don't need this guy."

You know what this is?

No, not what you think.

is is for my Loresta injections.

I inject myself every night.

That way I'm totally out of it

when my "husband" rapes
the DeKalb empire.

Yeah, that's what
my marriage is about.

Fucking Cyrus.

Hurting Cyrus.

Destroying Cyrus.

I'm his fucking stand-in.

Oh, my God.

I'm so...

Whatever.

Kelsy?

Let me out of here

or I swear you will regret
the day you were born, old man.

Time to test your theory.

Let's see if I can
saw someone to pieces

and put them back together
again.

Dad...

please...

no.

For every question
you get wrong,

Jurek will remove a limb.

Let's begin.

Whatever he is paying you,
I'll double it.

Will you make sex?

What?!

Sure, yes, yes, I will.

Dog.

What is an unconventional
monetary policy

used by central banks
to stimulate the economy

when standard monetary
policy becomes ineffective?

Quantitative easing.

How do you calculate
trailing P/E ratio?

Divide the recent price of the
stock

by the last 12 months
of actual earnings.

What is... EBITDA?

Earnings before interest,
taxes, depreciation and...

amortization.

Surprise.

Return...

on...

shareholder's equity?

Well, I'm impressed.

Jurek, cut him in half.

But I answered all of your...

No.

No!

Nooo!

Dumb little girl.

Agh!

Ugh!

No! Please!

The show's over, Houdini.

Bitch!

Jurek, finish her!

Back the fuck off.

Stop!

Ax against saw.

Who will win?

Ax lose.

You scared?

I like scared.

See, it is your father
not understand.

I have power.

You are nothing.

I can do what I want.

Hurt, kill, fuck.

My choice.

I am God.

Yes, that is it.

Scream.

Scream for Jurek.

What the fuck?!

Aaah!

Aengus? Report.

I'm on it, sir.

I'll deal with the boy now.

Want to hear story?

First real mission in the army.

1998.

I am 18.

We go to rebel village.

Donje Prekaz.

Some fighting.

Easy.

My commander say to me,

"Come, I teach you."

He tell me bring a man
into empty house.

He asks man questions about
rebellion.

Man say he do not know anything.

My commander beat him.

Man talks.

Talk so much, I worry we forget.

So I write down everything man
say.

Man is silent.

No more talk.

Commander shoot him.

I show my commander, look, I
say, I write everything down.

All man said.

Commander laughs
and laughs and laughs.

I confuse.

"Why are you laughing?"

Commander says

torture not about information,

torture about power.

I learn.

Your father enjoy from far.

I enjoy close.

We play game I like.

Miriam! Thank God.

We need to go.

Do you know how to get out?

We need to get Ethan first.

Right.

Got the trunk
from your dorm room.

Appalling.

Do you use them on others or
you like them being used on you?

Dad, what is this shit?

Since you were far busier doing
your 8th grade math teacher

than 8th grade math...

I was thinking perhaps
a little test is in order.

Factors! Yay!

I want some ROI for the dough
I spent on your "education."

This is fucked up!

Recognize that feeling?

I know you love it so.

The collar is connected to the
ePad.

of course, you'll have to use
your tongue to key in the answers.

Hope that won't be a problem.

Besides 35 and 1,
what is one factor of 35?

Terrific!

Remember your divisibility
rules?

Is 52,462 divisible by 4?

Type Y for Yes and N for No.

Oh, come on.

This isn't going to be fun at all
if you're flunking on Question 2.

Add all the numbers together,

if the sum is divisible by four,
then the answer is yes.

Personally,
I've always hated touchscreens.

But you kids seem to love them,
so...

That is correct!

Kelsy!

Where did you go?

We can't get out.

Elevators don't work,
and the staircase is off.

- Shit.
- Wait.

But that's not...

- That can't be.
- Not what?

how you and psycho dad planned
it?

okay, seriously, what is going
on?

It's the only thing that
makes sense. She's in on it.

What's going on is that we need
to get Ethan and then...

You have been acting weird
this entire time.

Like you knew what was coming.

How could you possibly know
that?

Fine!

I'm not insane.

But I've been here before and
everybody died and I got out.

Then somebody or something
sent me back, alright?

To save everyone.

It was supposed to be the
same...

except everything's changed!

Whatever.

Do what you want.

I'm getting Ethan.

You're welcome!

Bob purchases lunch for his
friends.

He buys two submarine
sandwiches.

One sandwich is 16 inches long

and the other sandwich
is 12 inches long.

He wants to cut servings of the
same length from both sandwiches,

without having
any sandwich left over.

What is the greatest
length serving Bob can cut?

No.

Ethan! Oh, my God!

It's six! Six!

The hell it is!

Correct!

So one of my kids
paid attention in school.

Jurek, Aengus, move!

Get them!

What the...?

This is a fire door!

You don't chain a fire door!

I won.

Do you hear me?

I won.

I played your game.

You kept changing the damn
rules,

but I still crossed
that finish line first.

See?

They're still alive.

He failed; I succeeded.

Now let us the hell out of here!

Jurek! Aengus!

Check the west side fire stairs.

Check the west side fire stairs.

Ow.

Fucking trapped.
I don't believe this shit!

We're in this together...

you, with your sanctimonious "It's
all okay, we're family" attitude.

you now what, Miriam? It's not
okay.

Nothing is okay.

one moment of unity five years
ago does not make us a family.

I'm sorry.

You've "seen all this before."

What do we do now?

We are way off-script here.

They keep moving
the goddamn goalposts.

Let me see the syringe.

Why?

You can kill someone
with an air embolism, right?

Help!

Let me out of here!

Please, somebody help me!

Miriam!

Collin!

Oh! Did your family
serve you to wolf?

thinking wolf will be less
hungry?

What are you doing?

No sense of fun. Go.

We don't...

I say go.

Do not come in again.

The boss said...

We are hired to hurt.

To have fun.

Out.

Help!

Yes.

More.

Music.

Somebody help me!

Don't shoot!

Aengus, right?

Listen to me.
can make you a very wealthy man.

As soon as you're dead,
I'm on a plane home,

to my wife and son,
with enough money to retire.

Forget that.

I'm talking partnership.

I want you to make scream.

Scream for Jurek.

Now stop.

Say, "Please, Jurek."

Say it!

Please, Jurek.

That is right.

You do not want to upset Jurek.

Say, "Sorry I upset you, Jurek."

Aaah!

Scream for Jur...

Sorry I upset you, Jurek.

I can't believe I let you
do that to me!

You're fucking crazy!

Shh! There's still one more.

Now the odds are even.

Bitch.

Wow, Ethan.

We need to talk.

We're taking
over this company.

We could use a man like you...

for special projects.

How much?

Two bucks, chump.

Drop it.

Now!

Okay, let's chain him up...

Die, motherfucker!

Ugh!

Die! Die!

Whoa.

Dude.

Do you know how to use it?

Point and click, right?

I had problems with that...

before.

See? Easy.

Great.

Jurek! Aengus!

Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!

Oooh!

Get to the chopper!

Get to the chopper!

The DeKalb family...

trapped in a nightmare
of their own making,

struggling to survive as the playing
d undulates beneath their feet.

A petri dish of mutually
assured destruction.

We're still fuckin' trapped.

Cyrus has the elevator key.

Into the lion's den then.

We go to see daddy dearest.

Look.

I just want to say...

I know I can be...

difficult.

And act like I'm sitting
on a very high horse...

Amen to that.

I know how I can come off...

I just always want to try
so hard to make it all good.

You know, the shit we went
through...

to make it not matter.

It matters.

It won't ever not matter.

It's part of who we are.

I'm sorry... for...

It's okay.

I love you guys.

I know we haven't
been to each other...

what we should have been.

But...

when we get out of here...

I would really like things
to be different.

Because I...

I could really use a family.

You know, someone to cook dried-out
turkey with on Thanksgiving

and exchange lousy
presents on Christmas.

I don't eat meat anymore.

I make a halfway-decent
raisin walnut stuffing.

No, you don't.

Here.

I'm not really, like, into,
like firearms and stuff.

You're in a death metal band.

See, that is exactly
the kind of misconception

that society puts on us.

Take it!

Seems to suit you.

It's down here,
next to the conference room.

The elevator key.

But first, a proposition.

We decline.

Where are you?

You fucking bitch!

Language, please.

Screaming might not be the best
idea.

There are people hunting you.

I won.

We killed him.

I'm sorry, but that ending is...
anticlimactic.

Save your energy.

You'll need it.

Time to run.

Kelsy?

I said run.

What are you doing?

Back-stabbing bitch!

You really need
to run when I tell you to.

What did you do?

I told you the rules.

I may intervene at any time in the
interest of a more satisfying game.

Remember rule number one?

Be amusing.

It's down here,
next to the conference room.

Congratulations, Miriam.

You've won.

Of course,
you had an unfair advantage,

since you already knew
what was going to happen.

What's going on?

The IT twerp your sister is
dating hacked into my computer

and got the design document
for this little adventure.

Sis, is that true?

No.

Oh, please.

How else could she know
what would happen?

They'd never believe him.

Different timestream.

This...

Never happened?

Never happened.

There was no unification.

There was just a truce.

We're still fuckin' trapped.

Cyrus has the elevator key.

Into the lion's den then.

We go to see daddy dearest.

And then you don't want
to see any of them ever again.

And then I don't want to see
any of you ever again.

And I want a fuckin' gun.

Here.

Fine.

Game continues.

You knew!

You knew and you still
let us come here?

What? No!

Why don't you fill them in on
the rest of the design document?

Stop it, Cyrus!

All of a sudden,
everything makes sense.

Your crazy act,

having been through this before,

I thought you were
frickin' losing it again.

But you were just
milking it for cover.

Mirii, you didn't, like, just let us
walk into this nightmare, did you?

That's bullshit! You can't...

I knew it. Fuckin' knew it.

She set us up.

You see, in my design document,
it's winner-takes-all proposition...

my entire estate.

No one was really in danger.

It was a test of wills and
loyalty.

anway, your sister cooked the
books.

Bribed my assistants.

My God,
can't you see what he's doing?

You knew! You said so yourself.

You couldn't have picked
up the goddamn phone?

Bitch!

Fuck!

Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!

Enough!

Give us the elevator key.

All right.

You're welcome to leave.

Or...

you can have what you've
always dreamed of.

Kelsy,

you can be free of the bastard
you're married to.

Heck, you can hire an army of
lawyers

and tie him up in court
for years to come

and destroy his business
in the process.

Ethan,

think what all of these millions
could do for your music career.

Collin,

as head of this firm,

you'll have what you've
always wanted...

complete control.

And free sharks.

And in return?

Tick tock, tick tock.

All alone now.

End of the line, bitch!

Guys, stop!

Please!

Ugh!

Oh!

Miriam! Oh, my God.

Walt?

What?!

Oh, my God.

Are you okay?

No!

What are you doing here?

How did you get in?

Freight elevator.

All the other elevators
are out of order.

It's a bit, you know... stupid.

I know how freaked out you were

because of this meeting
with your father.

So I called...

a few times...

and when you didn't answer,
I had this really weird vibe.

So I came here...

Do you have your phone?

Uh, sure.

So I came here to...

What the hell is that?

Where's the freight elevator?

Um, I think it's... no, wait...

Come here.

Miriam, what is going...

Shh!

What are you doing here?

I told you...

Are you real?

What?

It's crazy.

That you're here.

How did you even get in?

Uh, through the loading dock.

Miriam, what the hell is going
on?

And you got in here after we've
been trying all night to get out.

Okay, this is really messed up.

Obviously, you need help.

We'd better get out of here.

Look at me. Focus.

We can do this.

We're not gonna give up, okay?

Oh my God!

I didn't mean to...

Nooo!

Gotcha.

Kelsy!

Please don't!

I am done being
everyone's punching bag.

From now on,
I'm the one doing the punching.

No!

Kelsy!

Kelsy!

No!

I'm here!

Come and get me!

I'm done!

You hear me?

I am done!

Probably not
the smartest thing to do.

Oh!

Oh, my God.

I thought we had agreed
on not giving up.

Oh, don't worry.

I'm fine.

ct, Walt never actually existed.

What?

He was needed to give you
the final push to come here.

Without him, no game.

And when you refused to play the
game curled up in that hallway,

Walt came in handy... again.

Time to run.

Fuck you.

Kelsy's dead.

I killed her.

I had to kill our sister.

I'm sure that's what you'll say
about all of us...

that you had to.

Collin...

Oh God!

Collin!

Ethan, please stop!

Drop it, bitch.

Oh God.

Ethan?

Miri...

Ethan!

No!

You like close, Jurek?

Is this close enough for you?

So.

I played your game.

Did I provide you with
amusement?

The wagering was... acceptable.

But you haven't won yet.

Get going.

On my way.

ETA 90 seconds.

Hi there...

old man.

That's what Ethan used to call
you.

He's dead.

Or did you prefer "Psycho Dad"?

Kelsy's dead, too.

Ah!

They're all fucking dead.

That leaves you as my only heir.

I don't want anything from you!

No.

Of course you don't,
my poor sweetheart.

You can't.

Because there's nothing to get,
and deep down...

you know it.

You've been having
difficulties...

mentally.

Think about it.

This entire scenario.

You stopped taking your meds
weeks ago, Miriam.

I spoke to your doctor.

She also told me you've
been walking a tightrope

between reality and fantasy.

And that rope is fraying.

Bullshit!

You've built me into this...

this monster in your mind.

None of this is real.

At this moment,
you're laying in a hospital bed.

In restraints.

None of this is real...

Hey, it's okay.

Everything is fine.

Another bad dream?

They're dead.

They're all dead.

That one again?

It's just a dream.

I don't think we need
these right now. Do you?

Good.

Because you have visitors.

Hey, looking good, sis.

But...

Okay, so I've got a big
announcement to make.

I've finally decided:

it'll be law school.

Oh, please, by tomorrow she'll
be back to theater arts.

What's happening?

We talked to the doctor.

He said maybe you can come
home for Thanksgiving.

You don't eat meat anymore.

Why wouldn't I?

And she makes a decent
raisin walnut stuffing.

She?

Makes a decent
raisin walnut stuffing?

This isn't real, is it?

Bring me back.

Bring me back!

You're no fun.

Agh!

No!

Aaah!

Real enough, bitch.

Real enough.

Game, set, match.

Happy about your handiwork?

We simply piggyback our games
on events already in motion.

We don't create things.

That being said...

nice work.

Who the hell are you?

You can call me...

the Gamemaster.

Poor Miriam DeKalb...

lone surviving member
of the DeKalb family...

Now keenly aware that the vast void
between the stars isn't empty...

...and when it comes to family
squabbles, it's better to...

bury the hatchet.

Well, that was certainly
an interesting one.

I must say, good call to warp
back after they shot the old man.

This ending was a lot
more satisfying.

I thought it was exciting how
she had to kill her siblings.

All right. Let's tally it up...

The odds for the girl
to win: 19 to 1.

Perhaps someone won
a lot of credits today.

Ladies and gentlemen, reveal,
please.

So, we all know whom
I didn't bet on, do we?

Well-played.

Well-played indeed.

Now who do we have up next?

You're still here.

No doubt hoping I'd tell you
it was all a fever dream,

an hallucination.

That the game isn't rigged...

and it will all be okay.

Sorry...

but Hell is empty...

and the devils...

are here.