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Welcome to
the fifth annual competition,

where fighters gather
from all over the world.

The best of the best.

They are experts in
mixed weapons, explosives,

firearms, martial arts
and knife fighting.

All in this one competition.

And they come to show what
they're really capable of.

But there can
only be one winner.

All competitors need to
find those special symbols

throughout the game.

And the one who's alive

and has the most
amount of points at the end

will win the grand prize
of $25 million.

Presented by your host,
Anton Skoll.

Grandad,
what's your opinion about this?

Anton Skoll
is a sick man.

This competition is
humanity at its worst.

And you can't win
against Skoll.

Would you please
have your grandpa

listen to reason?

Well, he's
your grandfather, too.

And no, I'm not
gonna do that.

I'm your sister.

Steve, you're not going
to take his side, are you?

I'm not taking
anybody's side.

Well, he'll listen to you
if you tell him not to do it.

Also, what kind of
a boyfriend you?

No, nothing.
Thank you, Steve.

Peter, what do you
think of all this madness?

Well, I think it's
a crazy fucking event,

and there's a lot of
money to be made.

And it's none
of my business.

Thank you, Peter.

Yes, it's none
of your business.

It's nobody's business
but mine.

The guy who runs this,
Anton Skoll,

don't you have
a history with him?

I may have taken
a little money off him.

How much is a little?

I don't know,
a few thousand.

It was a million.

Thank you. Okay.

-Just saying.
-It was a million bucks.

I took him
for a million bucks.

A million?

Well, my grandfather, the con
man, ladies and gentlemen.

And if he knew Will was your
grandson, what would he do?

Well, I suppose
it wouldn't go well

if he'd known me as me.

But he thought
I was a Texas oil man,

named Big Al Hummel.

This is 25 years ago.

Big Al Hummel, I remember
seeing my first oil field.

He doesn't know me as me.

Listen, I'm not
even on his radar,

so I'm not gonna
be a problem here.

Leaving aside the fact

that the psychopathic
criminal fuckface

may or may not know
who you are,

you don't even
need the money, Will.

Come on, Sam.
It's not about the money.

It's about being the best.

The best.

You had your turn,
but I missed mine.

While you were seeing
action in Afghanistan,

I was in hospital
with a broken leg.

I never got to fight.

So I have to do this.

I'm not averse to, uh...

a little crooked behavior,

but why would you
want to kill people?

I can win this thing without
killing anyone. Come on.

Look, Grandad,
I'm doing this thing.

This is my time.

I'm gonna win.

Can you do me a favor
and go stop him?

Please.

Will!

Watch your back.

Thanks.

Dear esteemed guests,
here and around the world.

We're about to go
live for our final round

here in Sofia, Bulgaria.

But first, let's give a round
of applause for our host,

Anton Skoll.

Great thoughts today, Skoll.
I like them.

Thank you.

You're gonna
lose a lot of money.

Let's stay in character.
I'm Dino Maloney,

you're Donny, my nephew,
that's it.

Let's get
this party started.

Rock and roll,
my baby love.

Yes, baby love,
come over here, baby.

As insane
as this place is,

it is impressive,
what he's built.

I knew a whorehouse
that was turned into a place

exactly like this.

Let's go find our host,
Mr. Skoll.

The man himself.

Dino Maloney.

This is my nephew, Donny.

Donny, Maloney.

Hi. Nice to meet you.

Yeah. That's enough, Donny.

Welcome.

Yeah, thank you.

There we go.

Ladies and gentlemen,

The Last Gunfight
is moments away.

Please choose your
favorite competitor

and get your bets in,

as the odds will be changing
during this final round.

My name's Debbie Bertrand.

Uh-huh. Debbie, huh?

Pronounced the French way.

Like Frenchie over here.

-That's nice.
-She taught me.

I'm from Brooklyn.

And this
is my lover, Karl.

The Sausage King.

The greatest meat
you'll ever find.

None of that soy shit.

Oh, yeah,
he's a lucky man.

Gentleman.

I fucking love this gal.

Competitors, get ready.

The Last Gunfight,

starting in three, two, one.

Nope. Stay there.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Now, let's
simmer down, okay?

Calm down.

Yes, Mr. Bartholomew,
your bet has been made.

A hundred thousand
for The Reverend to win.

Yes, a very holy bet.

My brother, thank you.

Drop your gun
and move away!

Thank you.

Keep it. I'm out
of the competition.

Don't let Corgan win!

Ho, ho, ho. Baby!

I do believe that
Mr. Corgan is getting close.

I want The Reverend
sinful and dirty.

You worship a false God.

Father, forgive me
for I have sinned.

He's so perverted.

I like the ass on Corgan.

I want him to win.

Okay, here we go.

And at the 11th hour,

a newcomer,
the long shot, Will Griffin,

has come out of nowhere.

Not so fast!

Will, do yourself
a favor and move away.

Some bettors will
be doing very well

if they have their
money on Will.

Stay down!

It looks as if Will Griffin

is about to snatch the victory
away from Jamison Corgan.

This is a great
fucking show.

She's happy, see?

You should have put your
fucking money on Will Griffin.

Fuck Will Griffin!

I'm a truth-teller,
sweetheart. You'll see.

Misfire.

Whoo!

Nice try.

Whoo!

They cheated.

Don't do it.

Ah!

Oh, baby.

With two minutes
and seven seconds remaining,

Jamison Corgan is the winner
of this year's competition.

Yes, man.

Yes, man.

-Cheers.
-You were saying.

Whoo! I did it.

Get ready,
camera two, and go.

I did it, boys.

$25 million.

It's open.

Hi, Sam.

Grandad.

Peter.

Nathaniel.

I got snacks.

Try the banitsa.

Snacks?
What am I, 11?

Well, in my mind, always.

Every time
you came to visit,

your mother would say,
"Don't give Sam any junk."

But as soon as she was out the
door, you would say, what?

Grandad, please.

Yeah.

And it worked
every time, didn't it?

I like snacks.

So what's so important you
couldn't tell us on the phone?

We're preparing
for next month.

What happens next month?

Let's wait a minute
on that.

Wait.

For what?

Maybe that.

It's open.

What the hell
is he doing here?

Good to see you, too, Sam.

-We need him.
-For what?

Revenge, of course.

We're all feeling
a lot of things.

Yup.

And each of us
needs some resolve.

Will should have
won the competition.

Until Skoll cheated.

Nathaniel, how could
you possibly know that?

I've been conning
these animals all my life.

I can spot a cheat
from a mile away.

Trust me, he cheated.

Will was right.

He was the best,
and he should have won.

We're gonna take Skoll down.

Steve, take a seat.

Come, come, come, come.

You realize
we broke up, right?

I've never questioned
your personal life, my dear,

and I'm not about
to start now.

But if we're
gonna do this,

we need you both.

Yeah, that's it. Coffee.
Look what you got.

Give me a...
Give me a knife.

Give me a... yeah.

The only way to break Skoll

is to ruin him financially.

It's always got to be
the hard way with you.

What is that
supposed to mean?

We could just kill him.

Look at this,

you two are made for each other.

If we don't
bankrupt him first,

we won't get away with it.

The minute Skoll is broke,

his security evaporates,

and we won't have
to do anything.

Unsavory people will
take care of him for us.

Open.

I heard you got snacks.

Grandma!

Hi, gang.

What did I miss?

Take it all off, baby.

You never change.

Hi, sweetie.

Still got it, honey.

Okay, now.

Hey, who's that?

This is our hero.

Jimmy Temple.

He looks like a nerd.

That's right, he does.

He's also
a complete fuck-up.

He was a friend
of your brother.

And his mother
also dated your father.

He could be your
half-brother for all we know.

Seriously?

Honey, you know what
your father was like,

just like
your grandfather.

Hey. Take it easy.

He looks clueless.

For our purposes,
that's perfect.

And Jimmy is willing
to play his part.

And what part is that?

The sacrificial lamb.

Jimmy owes
a shit-ton of money

to some very bad people.

So again,
for our purposes,

he fits the bill nicely.

You'll all
have parts to play.

You, Samantha, since you
were former special forces,

you'll help look after Jimmy.

You, Steve,

since you're one of the
finest corporate mercenaries,

you'll help look after
Sam and Jimmy.

And you, my love,
slash Trudy the Intruder,

since you're also
a former spy,

you will have
a role to play as well.

You will have
a role in this con.

What about you?

I won't be me.
I'll be someone else,

as will Peter.

I'll be Dino Maloney,

and Peter will be my nephew,
Donny Maloney.

We'll be in Skoll City.

Everywhere you go,
everything you do,

assume that you're
being watched.

And they'll be focused
on both of you,

and that's good.

Why is that good?

Because if they're
focused on you,

they're not gonna
pay attention to Jimmy

until it's too late.

They'll know Will was your
brother and your grandson.

What's Jimmy gonna do?

He's gonna win this
year's competition.

As long as you
keep him alive.

I think it's a bad idea,

and I don't think
anyone should be going.

We've lost
one person already.

Nathaniel, listen to me.

This guy?

He's not gonna make it,

no matter how much
help you give him.

He's our man.

We can do this.

We have to do this for Will.

And we're going to win.

Cute little boy.

Fuck you.

Ma'am?

I think the hotel registration's
where you want to go.

Oh, no, sweetie.
I know where I'm going.

You're in the competition?

I wouldn't miss
it for the world.

Did you know that
they give you $100,000

just for registering?

Come.

Hey.

Will Griffin's sister, Sam,
just entered the competition.

Is she alone?

She was accompanied
by an older woman.

Trudy.

Trudy.

Trudy the Intruder.

Also, grandmother
to Sam and Will.

This is getting interesting.

Should we be worried?

It's always good
to be worried.

Keep an eye on her.

On them.

Just in case.

Okay.

Mmm.

We are going to have
a great competition, huh?

Ella.

This dress on you
is beautiful.

Thank you, boss.

Right Reverend
Ricardo Rollo

Richardson-Ramirez.

That's a lot of alliteration.

I'm sure you won't mind.

-Hi.
-Evening.

This reminds me of a party
I went to in the '60s.

First time
I ever dropped acid.

Or was it peyote?

Trudy.

Corgan.

Well, it is nice
to see you here.

I didn't think a lady
of your reputation

would partake in
this sort of thing.

You know what they say.

Better keep busy
as you get older.

You're not wrong there.

And who, may I say,

is this beautiful
woman before me?

Sam Griffin,
and I'm gonna kill you.

What?

Uh, so you're the sister.

You know, that makes
you and me the same, right?

-Mmm.
-We're cold-blooded killers.

Excuse me.

I asked for
room temperature.

Damn it!

Lauren.

Timothy.

I was sorry to hear about
your teacher, Mr. Sun.

You worship
a false God.

I'm working on that.

Word of advice.

Although no one
ever takes my advice.

Forgive and forget.

Just focus on yourself here.

I'm not very forgiving.

And I'm plagued
with a great memory.

You should try yoga.

I started
a couple months ago.

It's worked wonders
on my temperament.

Cheers.

Ah, delicious.

Thanks for the tip... Timmy.

Please make
sure to sign your release.

Don't forget to
sign your release.

Don't forget.

Don't forget to
sign your release.

Don't forget to
sign your release.

Don't forget to
sign your release.

Thought you
weren't coming.

I'm here for you.

Mmm. You weren't
here for Will.

Go fuck yourself, Steve.

She likes me, really.

Mmm.

Jimmy?

You know this is
a bad idea, right?

I'd get the hell out of here
while you can.

I need the money.

I owe this bookie.

He said he was
gonna kill me.

Better to take your
chances out there with him

because you will get ripped
apart in here with them.

This isn't your world, kid.

You're...

You're a computer nerd.

Not a hired gun.

It's too late.

I already signed up.

Welcome to the competition.

You are all
the best of the best.

Mercenaries.

Assassins.

Military.

Or just trained killers.

None of you
needs to do this.

And yet you
choose to compete.

Why?

Because you love it.

Ladies, gentlemen,

I give you your host.

Anton Skoll.

-Yeah!
-Yeah!

I look around this room,

and I know one thing.

You are not just
here for the money.

But the money helps.

Right?

Yeah, it certainly does,
you arrogant prick.

People say that this
contest is barbaric.

And to them, I reply,

so what?

In the Roman Colosseum,

people gather to watch
men fight to the death.

Chariot races
in Constantinople

often pleads the
opportunity to watch drivers

risk their lives,

all for the thrill
of the competition.

That thrill requires
skill and passion.

You people
have that passion.

-Yeah. You bet, we do.
-We do, yeah.

And you are
willing to die for it.

I ran the competition
because I shared that passion,

that burning desire
to be the best.

So, I ask you to
raise your glasses

and to join me in a toast

to being the best.

Being the best.

-Being the best.
-Being the best.

Who's that over there?

That's Steve McCabe.

I've heard of him.

He's a top
corporate mercenary.

They call him
the Honorable Steve McCabe.

Why? Was he a judge?

Mmm.

No, but he's got
this code he lives by.

Uh, means
everything to him.

Who's the kid?

Never seen him before.

Have you ever held
a gun before? No?

-A knife? A bat? A big stick?
-A knife.

He looks a little lost.

Lost?

The wolves will
tear him to pieces.

-That's good.
-Mmm.

Well, let's go
introduce ourselves.

Perhaps I can be
of assistance.

-Anton Skoll.
-Steve McCabe.

Your reputation
precedes you.

I've heard nothing
but great things.

And who's
this intrepid soul?

Uh, Jim... Jimmy.

The Kid Jimmy.

He doesn't belong here.

The Kid Jimmy?

Hmm, let's use that.

Got it.

Tell me, has the Kid Jimmy

taken his registration
payment yet?

-He has.
-Hmm.

And has the Kid Jimmy
spent his fee already?

Uh, he has, sir.

Then it looks like
the Kid Jimmy

is one of our
lucky competitors.

Don't worry, kiddy.

You'll do the great, great.

Nice meeting you.

Mr. Skoll.

Let's go, dear.

See you
in the competition.

-Here's your drink.
-Thank you.

Okay.

That went well.

Can I join you?

Nope.

Scotch. Rocks.

Coming up.

-Enjoy.
-Thanks.

To Will.

To Will.

You should've stopped him.

He would've listened to you.

You don't think I tried?

You don't think we'd
have that conversation

a hundred times before that?

Will had made up his mind.

What was I supposed to do?

What? Beat him up?

Yes, Steve, that is exactly
what you should have done.

You should have
beaten him up.

But you and your code.

The Honorable Steve McCabe.

Why are you really here?

Isn't it obvious?

I still care about you.

And I am here
to watch your back.

No, thanks. I'm good.

I'm here for one reason.

To kill Jamison Corgan.

And trust me, I don't need
your help, Steve.

But you can watch.

Oh, you know
I know this song.

My lady.

-What's up?
-Lover's squalor.

It's so cute.

Look at them.

I just came to see
if you needed anything else.

Do I? I'm good.

Get some sleep, Ella.

It's going to be
a big day tomorrow.

Good night, Anton.

Good night.

Rack focus on him.

He's this guy,
weapons expert,

he's got these guns

that will blow your freaking
mind, literally, kid.

You stick a bullet in there,
point it at a dude, he's gone.

Bless us, oh, Lord,

for thy gift which
we're about to receive,

for thy bounty.

Through Christ our Lord.

Amen.

Hey, man.

I know, I know.
I don't belong here.

No. You don't.

What should I do?

I don't know.

Okay, good.

Good, perfect.

I can't believe
I'm gonna do this.

When the competition starts,

get somewhere to hide,
I'll find you.

But why would you do that?

Well, because, Jimmy,

if you die,

I just might not be
able to live with myself.

I told you,
the Honorable Steve McCabe.

What odds are we
giving on Kid Jimmy?

Right now he's 30 to 1.

Any takers?

Why would anyone
bet on this guy?

Make him
a hundred to one.

Are you sure?

Steve McCabe
is the real deal.

If he's protecting Jimmy,
that changes things.

I said make him
a hundred to one.

Steve McCabe
help keep him alive.

For how long?

You find anything
interesting up there?

By the way, I'm Trudy.

Oh, hi.

They used to call me
the Intruder.

She was one of
the best spooks

in the world
when she was young.

And quite a dishy
little thing, too,

I might add.

My specialty was
getting people to do

what I wanted them to do,

without them realizing
they were doing it.

Competitors to
the green room, please.

Competitors
to the green room.

Let's do this
like Brutus.

She's enthusiastic.

Yeah.

Come on.

Contestants will be
required to carry confone

and to wear earwigs.

Anyone know anything
about the Kid Jimmy?

No, never heard of him.

Hundred to one.

Hundred to one, nephew.

Should we take
a piece of that?

The Kid?

I don't think so.

You don't think so?
What's the matter with you?

He's got nothing but money from
this crypto thing he's into.

Why don't you
make it work for you?

Hey, I like that crypto.

I mean, it's a long shot.

He's a hundred to one
for a reason.

Look, I'm a handicapper.

-You go to the races, right?
-Mmm.

You hear the chatter,
whatever,

the name of the trainer,
you know, the last race.

I want to look
at the fucking horse.

You know, if a horse
takes a whiz before a race,

he's relaxed.

I see things
no one else sees.

What?

You say you saw
this kid take a piss?

Hey, hey, hey.
What's the matter with you?

Are you sick?

One more of those,
and you're out of here.

It's a stupid bet.

It's a way for Skoll to get
you to put money on someone

that won't last
through the first round.

It's right.
Words of the wise, mate.

Skoll don't miss a trick.

Right?
He's a fucking scumbag,

but he's smart.

No wonder you understand
him so well, honey.

Love you, sugar tits.

Oh,
I love you more, baby.

Muah, muah, muah.

Oh, there's
that bitch, Celine.

She's only with
him for his money.

I hear, ladies,
he's quite good in bed.

Believe it or not,

he's a stud.

-Oh, hi.
-Hi.

-Hi.
-Hi. Muah, muah.

How are you?

Muah, muah.

English.

It was exhausting
to get here.

It took us three hours.

I thought you flew private.

Of course.
A brand-new G6.

But they didn't have
the right caviar I ordered.

Can you imagine?

I'm sorry to hear that.

I need another drink.

Ladies and gentlemen,
please welcome our host,

Anton Skoll.

Hello, you rich people.

Welcome to
the competition.

Just relax. Eat, drink.

And bet to your
heart's content.

I'm sorry.

You were discussing
something before.

We were just talking about that
gentleman, Anton Skoll.

I, uh...

I don't know him very well.

Only by his reputation,
which stinks.

I can assure you that
our friend Vlad here

makes that twat look
like a fucking boy scout.

You're giving me
too much credit.

Yeah, this guy's
minted, right?

He's got, like,
a hundred times more

than me and Skoll
put together.

That part's true.

And that makes
him fucking scarier.

That's the age-old question.

It's better to be
feared or loved?

Machiavelli,
the book, The Prince.

He said, "It is
better to be feared"?

Not exactly.

He said, "It's safer."

Safer to be feared.

Nephew, tell him
uh, that thing I say.

Someone who fears you

will kill for you.

And someone who loves you
will die for you.

There's plenty more wisdom
where that comes from.

Yeah.

I like you.

I like you, too.

Come have a drink
with me. Some vodka.

Well.

I'm Vlad.
Vlad Kirilenko.

Dino. Dino Maloney.

This is my nephew,
Donny Maloney.

And this is my
beautiful fiancee, Celine.

Everybody here
calls her Frenchie.

Frenchie. All right.

Ladies and
gentlemen, meet our competitors.

You nervous?

-Yeah.
-Don't worry.

I got just the thing
to take your mind off it.

Cat's Cradle.

Maybe...

Maybe what?

Maybe when this is over,
we could have dinner.

Dinner?

Lunch.

Coffee?

Your attention, please.

I'd like to take
this opportunity

to go over the rules.

There's rules?

Since its inception,
the competition has been held

in various iconic cities
around the world.

All live streamed here

to our most esteemed
high rollers and VIPs.

This year, we're excited
to bring the competition home.

For the first time,
the action will take place

just outside these doors.

With the help of
local law enforcement,

we've evacuated an area
of ten square city blocks

that will serve
as the playing field.

If any civilians
remain behind,

they are fair game.

But competitors will
not receive any points

for hurting or killing them.

You will begin this first
round without a weapon,

but various weapons
have been hidden

around the playing field.

This year's token was designed
by Alain of Montmartre.

Yesterday, work crews
painted this symbol

in various places
around the city.

Some symbols mark
the location of tokens,

other symbols are signifiers

that a competitor is moving
in the right direction.

The symbols are painted
with nano-infused paint

and will not reveal themselves
until their chosen round.

Competitors must
search for the symbol

and then follow the path
that leads to the token.

When a token is found,
the round is over.

For each token,
a competitor earns

an additional 200 points.

There will be
a half-hour rest period

between each round.

There is a six-hour clock

with a maximum of
two hours per round.

Whoever has
the most points

wins the grand prize
of $25 million.

Crew members
are arriving now

to escort you to your
individual starting points.

Oh, I guess it's age
before beauty.

Flesh wounds
are worth 10 points.

More substantive wounds
earn 50.

While a kill nets
a competitor 100 points.

As noted,

competitors are unarmed
to begin this first round.

But you are welcome to use
any weapons you find

during the course
of the round.

Attention please.

Dear friends, as always,

we begin with
the first-round clue.

"Listen up and
heed my speech.

"Protection lies
just out of reach.

"All the weapons
that you seek

"can be found
by going deep."

Competitors, get ready.

But remember,
you may not move

until the tone sounds,

indicating that
the round has begun.

No outside weapons
or technology allowed.

Twenty seconds.

Fifteen seconds.

Camera five.
Ready, ready, ready. Go.

Ten seconds.

No cheating.

Four, three,

two, one.

That was great.

Let's bet
who cheats next.

I think the midget.

Little person.

You say tomato,

I say midget.

Yes ma'am.

You can have short odds
on Timothy Mandrake.

Huh.

All right.

What's this I see before me?

Bingo.

It's time to
find me some gold.

-Whoa, what is this?
-Where is she going?

Jimmy!

Wow.

Wood?

It's the only thing
I could find.

Can I see it?

Sure.

$30,000 says the Kid Jimmy

won't make it through
the first round.

Thirty? That's not a good bet.

I'll pay $75,000.

Any takers?

Um, what are you doing?

I'm gonna break
your kneecap, Jimmy.

Why?

Because if you're
unable to continue,

you'll be ruled out.

Can I, uh, have my stick back?

Do you not find anything?

All the weapons
that you seek

can be found by going deep.

All the weapons
that you seek

can be found
by going deep.

You gotta watch
your surroundings, kid.

Hey, can I have that?
It looks awesome.

No.

Stay close to me.

Frenchie.

I'll take that bet
if it's still on the table.

Ma petite. English.

Can I take the bet?

Dino, you can't be
serious. Come on.

Vlad, it's only money.

Okay. Okay, okay.

-Done.
-Hey, young girl.

True, nobody's
betting on Jamie,

but the odds
are very good.

-Easy money for me, my friend.
-Well, we'll see.

Go three.

Oh!

Fucking bitch!

She's going down!

Yeah!

She's hot, man.

-Yeah!
-Whoo!

Yes, Mrs. Hellman,
we respect our elders,

and your bet is made.

$50,000 on Trudy the
Intruder to take it all.

Jesus.

-Really?
-It's a little big for me.

This is more my size.

Uh, no, I'll just hit
myself on the head.

Yeah, that's fair.

-Oh!
-Oh!

To Jimmy.

Bravo.

-Come on.
-Fuck! Fuck!

Jamison Corgan to win.

Yes, he's a bad motherfucker.

Hoo-hoo!

I'm an artist.

Oh, Skoll.

Now, you really ought to
give style points, brother.

Now, who's next?

Good idea.

Make a note for next year.

Yes, Mr. Paul,
your bet is placed.

A hundred thousand
for The Reverend to win.

Yes, sir.
A very blessed bet.

Rest in peace, my son.

Oh, no!

Get through here.

Oh!

Lauren!

Hey, Timmy.

Oh, no, no, no, no!
Take it easy, big guy!

I'm sorry.

Oh, fuck me!

Do you believe
in God, the Father?

Yes, I do!

Good.

Go to Heaven.

That's what I'm talking about.

-Fuck yeah!
-Yeah!

Okay, where are you?

I know I'm getting warmer.

Gotta be here.

Bingo!

Oh, speargun.

I'm jealous.

-There's a first.
-And a last.

Oh, and there was me thinking
that we were getting along.

Oh, and there's you thinking
you even stand a chance.

Found it.

Why don't you just
tell me what you want?

You're good, Steve.

Oh, you have no idea.

But not that good.

Come to Daddy.

You call yourself
a man of God?

Let him go.

That's right.

Ah!

Nice shot.

You godless bitch.

I'm a Quaker.

What?

I was.

Long time ago.

I will get you.

Oh, shit!

Yes, sir, Samantha Griffin

is as beautiful
as she is deadly.

Most people can't
look past the surface.

Good for you.

Oh, Jimmy.

$200,000,
Lauren Styles to win.

Yes, indeed, women rule.

Yeah!

-Yeah!
-Go on, Jimmy!

Yeah.

Okay, boom up, boom up.

Oh, Jimmy, Jimmy!

The first token
goes to Jimmy.

Fuck me, where'd
that come from?

Who the fuck
is this Jimmy kid?

Why did you bet on him?

Maybe I see something
others don't see.

Okay, let's look up
his background.

The Kid Jimmy
likes pina coladas

and getting
caught in the rain.

What a pussy!

You got lucky.

Maybe I'll continue
to be lucky, Frenchie.

You just took
75,000 of my dollars.

Good on you.

I'll tell you what.
I'll tell you what. Look.

You just get me another
bottle of this good stuff,

and we'll call it even.

Sure, Dino. Sure, Dino.

Ma petite.

Another bottle of their
finest vodka for Mr. Dino.

Oui, mon cheri.

Hi, beauty.

Thank you, darling.

Now, that's entertainment,
wouldn't you say?

You seem to be enjoying it.

What's the matter?

There was a bet on Jimmy.

Who made the bet?

That man.

Dino Maloney from New York.

Hmm.

How much did he bet?

A hundred thousand.

At a hundred to one,
that's ten million.

Ten million?

Make Jimmy even
money going forward.

Okay.

That takes care
of any new bets.

But Dino Maloney is still
locked in at a hundred to one.

If he lets that money ride...

If it was somebody else,
I might be worried.

But look at him.

Poor guy.

Jimmy Spartacus.

Let's go make the rounds.

How does it feel
to get beat by a girl?

Fuck you.

I don't think you could
handle me.

You shut the fuck up!

I'm gonna shove
one of those grenades

up your ancient fucking ass!

Grenade?

I wouldn't need a grenade
to deal with you.

Bit of a pussy, aren't you?

Fucking bitch.

No!

-No!
-No!

No!

Who's the pussy now, bitch?

A reminder
to all competitors.

Killing between rounds
is strictly prohibited.

I'm so sorry, Sam.

A terrible loss,
especially between rounds.

Outside of the competition.

Mr. Maloney,
you bet on Kid Jimmy.

$100,000 at
a hundred to one odds.

-Mmm.
-That's 10 million.

Oh, is it?

I hadn't done
the math on that.

I doubt that.

What's your plan?

Are you going, uh,
to let it ride?

I hadn't thought about it.

Okay.

Sorry to intrude,
but I need to borrow our host.

If you'll excuse me.

Yeah, of course.

Dino, Dino.

It seems Timothy Mandrake has
been using outside technology.

Go take care of it.

That's a fine-looking woman.

What's the story on her?

Ella Talbot,
Skoll's right hand.

She's a real bitch,
but I like her.

Mr. Mandrake,

it has come to our attention
that you may have had

some unauthorized help
in the previous round.

Nah.

I'm sorry, Mr. Mandrake.

You're out of the competition.

Okay, I'm gonna
get my things.

When this thing starts,

find me.

I'm sorry about Trudy.

Yeah.

So, gentlemen,
what have you decided?

Well, Donny.

Uncle Dino's thinking about
taking his chips off the table.

Yes, it will take real guts
to risk your winnings.

Are you
encouraging me?

I'm impartial.

But most men will not have
the stomach to go again.

Well, then I gotta ask
myself, am I most men?

And I say, fuck no.

Donny, should
I let it ride?

Gotta be in it
to win it.

Let it ride.

The bet is on.

You are a very
brave man, Dino.

With very big balls.

Go big or go home.

I wish you
good luck, my friend.

-To Jimmy.
-To Jimmy.

To Jimmy.

-To Jimmy.
-Cheers.

Why did you push him
to let his money ride?

Jimmy has a guardian angel
on his shoulder

named Steve McCabe.

And... if Jimmy
somehow survives

and manages
to win this thing,

you'll lose everything.

What are you up to?

I'm giving to my audience

what they want

and what they deserve.

If you were anyone else,
I'd be worried.

Competitors, prepare
for the Round of Blades.

That's what
I'm talking about.

And this one.
Mmm-mmm-mmm.

Oh, this is neat.

Excusez-moi.

-Eh...
-What?

Something small.

Competitors, get ready.

The Round of Blades,

starting in three, two, one.

Really?

Last chance.

Oh, what is this?

Huh? Hmm?

Sam, look at me.

Look at me.

Hey, hey, look at me.

Now I want you
to listen to me.

I need you
to get your head

back in this
competition, all right?

I'm not gonna lose you.

I'm good.

I'm here, aren't I?

I need you.

Hey.

Thank you.

Jimmy!

Whoo!

You okay there,
Jimmy?

Huh? Yeah.

How is that fool
not dead yet?

Dino Maloney.

It looks like
your 10 million

evaporated into
thin air, Mr. Maloney.

Or should I say

Nathaniel?

Who's Nathaniel?

You. Nathaniel Turner.

Con artist.

Did you really think
you could fool me?

I have excellent sources.

Oh, Peter.

Peter, not... not you. No.

Skoll here made me
an offer I couldn't refuse.

He's fully backing
my next cryptocurrency.

Excuse me.

I know everything
about you, Mr. Turner.

Or shall I say
Big Al Hummel from Texas.

Big Al Hummel, I remember
seeing my first ol' field.

He doesn't know me as me.

Listen, I'm not
even on his radar,

so I'm not gonna
be a problem here.

I've been looking for you
for a long time.

You turned my family
against me.

Did I?

Five hundred thousand.

Five hundred what?

$500,000 on
The Kid Jimmy to win.

Same odds as before.

Really?

On second thought,
let's make it a million.

A million?

At a hundred to one?

Why not?
Unless, of course,

you don't have
the stomach for it,

and you're worried
that I might win.

Skoll, I want to
make that bet as well.

-One million?
-Yes.

You know, Vlad,

I'm not sure our friend here

can cover my bet,
let alone yours.

Done.

One million dollars each

for Nathaniel Taylor
and Vlad Kirilenko.

Is Nathaniel
good for the bet?

Are they both good for the bet?

The bets are made.

Thank you, my dear.

Well done.

The bets are made.

Do you know, Nathaniel?

I don't know.

But let's take his money.

Are you sure about this?

It's $200 million
if you're wrong.

You don't have
that kind of liquidity.

Ella, my dear.

You're acting as if
the house can lose.

The house never loses.

Now, will you excuse me?

There is something
I need to attend to.

Competitors, please
proceed to the armory.

You are allowed
one weapon and two clips.

Listen to me, Jimmy.

Stay out of the way
this last round.

Go find a place to hide.

Now that's
what I'm talking about.

Not bad.

Muah.

Muah.

Competitors, get ready.

The Last Gunfight
will start in a moment.

Ten...

nine...

eight...

Contestants, remove
your blindfold now.

Seven...

six...

five...

four...

three...

two...

one.

Jimmy!

Come on! Yeah.

He probably just
needs to get warmed up.

You might be right.

Good luck with your bet.

Fuck!

Jimmy!

Oh, you can run, boy!

He escaped again.

Not for long.

Shit!

Hey, you okay?

-I'm fine. You?
-Good.

Ah, I'm great.

Told you I had your back.

In case you hadn't
noticed, I had yours.

Wait, what are
you talking about?

I had that covered.

You don't change, Steve.

For you,
I would do anything.

Yeah, me, too.

Wait, where's Jimmy?

Let's go!

Come on. Yes.
Do it, one shot.

Shoot him.

My son.

You wouldn't harm
a man of God, would you?

Of... of course not.

But she might.

You worship a false God.

He's all yours.

Thank you.

Yeah.
That's right, that's right.

-You deserve it.
-Come on.

-You deserve it.
-Yeah.

I told you this was good.

Yes, I strongly recommend
you go for it.

-Yeah!
-Yeah!

-Go! Go!
-Did you see that?

Okay, here we go.

Nah, you wouldn't shoot me
in cold blood, would you?

Look!
Jimmy's got him!

Yes! Come on, kid!

Huh?

Jimmy. What are you doing?

Put that down before you hurt someone.
Like yourself.

Come on, you're
not gonna shoot me.

God!

What?

Pick it up. Pick it up!

Shoot, man.

Come on, if you're gonna
shoot me, then shoot me.

Right here. Come on.

He's not gonna shoot you.

Great.

But I am.

Now, I told you.

You pull that trigger,

and that makes
you and I the same.

Two cold-blooded killers.

Jimmy, you should pick it up
and end this fucking thing.

Stay there, cue ball.

And with less than
five minutes remaining,

the Kid Jimmy
is this year's winner.

-God!
-Yes! We won!

You just won $100 million.

Yes! I told you!
I told you!

He did it! He did it!

Where's my money?
He did it!

Yes! He did it!

Oh, yeah!

The Reverend?

He's in a better place.

Amen.

Did you know
he could do that?

Hell no.

Did you?

Not a clue.

I knew.

Trudy?

Grandma! You're alive!

I told you.

Getting people to do
what I want them to do

is my specialty.

Oh, my God.

I knew that grenade
was the only weapon at hand.

And I also knew that
Winters had a bad temper.

Asked for room temperature.
Damn it!

Grenade?

I wouldn't need a grenade
to deal with you.

Bit of a pussy, aren't you?

All in a day's work
for the Intruder.

I rocked.

We won!

Yes, we did, honey.

We won.

And you were all
just sensational, amazing.

Like Will was guiding
us all along the way.

Steve and Sam, I'm sorry

I couldn't tell you
about Jimmy,

but I needed you
to be authentic

and truly worried about him,
and you were.

Jimmy was the surprise.

Will met Jimmy in the service
and started a training there,

and Jimmy
became Will's protege.

Everyone had
a role to play,

and each only
knew their part.

The Honorable
Gentleman, Steve,

at great personal risk,
looked after Sam and Jimmy.

I told you I had your back.

Sam was here
to avenge her brother,

and to keep Skoll's
focus off of Jimmy

until it was too late.

And she succeeded.

And me?

Oh.

Trudy the Intruder
staged her own death.

-No!
-Don't!

So she could get
inside and switch out the device

that Skoll used
to jam Will's gun.

And that was
the real murder weapon.

And then there was Peter,

my dear nephew,
who betrayed me.

When Peter exposed
my plan to Skoll,

Skoll knew he had me.

And ace up his sleeve,
Peter, the betrayer.

I have excellent sources.

Oh, Peter.

He's fully backing
my next cryptocurrency.

Did you really
think you could fool me?

In the game I play,

there's a moment

when your mark has to feel
that you're weak, vulnerable.

His hubris kicks in,
and that's when you get him.

Let's make it a million.

A million?

Unless, of course,

you don't have
the stomach for it,

and you're worried
that I might win.

So, he was an important
part of the plan?

He was
the finishing touch.

A rat,

a hero.

Hell no!

Y'all are crazy.

Hey, listen,
I've seen your work.

You're really crazy.

You know what I mean?

Thank you.

You all know
Ella, I presume?

So Ella was part
of the plan, too.

From the beginning.

Now, Ella knew I
couldn't cover my bet.

But she accepted it,

and that's how
Skoll was hooked.

Will might have
been your brother

and your friend, but...

I loved him.

He promised me
he would be safe.

This isn't about blood.

I'm not a psycho.

I don't want to go through

the rest of my life
without you.

I'm the best.

I'm gonna prove it to you
and my entire family.

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

When Nathaniel
called and offered me

the chance for revenge...

I could use your help.

...there was no way I
wasn't going to be part of this.

I don't know about you,
but I think it's time we celebrate.

To Jimmy, our champion.

Hey, hold on. To Will...

who really was the best.

To Will!

So what's our next mission?

Can't we just
enjoy the moment?

I'm just saying it's good

to have something
to look forward to.

Hey, what happened
to Skoll?

Oh, I think
our Russian friends

will be keeping him
quite busy.

Look, my love.

He got us our money.

Somehow, I don't think
there's anywhere near

$100 million in that bag.

Get in, Skoll.

Come on.

Be gentle with me.

-So?
-So...

are you gonna
kiss me already?

Jesus, get a room,
you two.

Oh, sweetie,
you never did like it in public.

Special occasions.

Honey, you really
were a great leader.

My dear, you say the
nicest things sometimes.

Yeah, but next time,

I get to make the plan,

and you get to blow up.