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(METAL CLANGING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

ANNOUNCER: 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.

WOMAN: 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.

(SIGHS) Would you please have your grandpa

listen to reason?

WOMAN: 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.

(CHUCKLES)

How much is a little?

I don't know, a few thousand.

(CLEARS THROAT)

It was a million.

(SCOFFS) 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.

(CHUCKLES) 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.

WILL: 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!

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

Watch your back.

Thanks.

(APPLAUSE)

WOMAN 1: 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.

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

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.

WOMAN 2: Let's get this party started.

Rock and roll, my baby love.

WOMAN 2: Yes, baby love, come over here, baby.

(CHUCKLES)

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.

ANNOUNCER: 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.

(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(GUNSHOT)

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

Nope. Stay there.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Now, let's simmer down, okay?

Calm down.

(GUNSHOT)

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

WOMAN 3: 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.

(INTENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(GROANS)

Drop your gun and move away!

Thank you.

Keep it. I'm out of the competition.

Don't let Corgan win!

(INTENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

Ho, ho, ho. Baby!

I do believe that Mr. Corgan is getting close.

I want The Reverend sinful and dirty.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

You worship a false God.

(GUN CLICKS)

Father, forgive me for I have sinned.

He's so perverted.

I like the ass on Corgan.

I want him to win.

(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(CHUCKLES)

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

Okay, here we go.

(GUNSHOTS)

(AUDIENCE EXCLAIMING)

And at the 11th hour,

a newcomer, the long shot, Will Griffin,

has come out of nowhere.

WILL: Not so fast!

CORGAN: 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.

BOTH: Fuck Will Griffin!

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

(BEEPS)

(GUN CLICKS)

Misfire.

-Whoo! -(GROANS)

Nice try.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

Whoo!

They cheated.

Don't do it.

(MECHANICAL WHIR)

(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

CORGAN: Ah!

Oh, baby.

(LAUGHS)

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.

(CORGAN LAUGHS)

Whoo! I did it. (LAUGHS)

MAN: Get ready, camera two, and go.

I did it, boys.

$25 million.

(LAUGHS)

-(KNOCK AT DOOR) -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. (CHUCKLES)

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? -(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Maybe that.

It's open.

What the hell is he doing here?

Good to see you, too, Sam.

-We need him. -For what?

NATHANIEL: Revenge, of course.

(SIGHS)

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?

NATHANIEL: 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?

BOTH: We could just kill him.

(CHUCKLES) Look at this,

you two are made for each other. (CHUCKLES)

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.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

NATHANIEL: Open.

I heard you got snacks.

Grandma!

Hi, gang.

What did I miss?

Take it all off, baby.

(CHUCKLES) You never change.

♪ Ta-dan-tan Ta-dan-tan, tan ♪

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? -(CHUCKLES)

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.

(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(INTENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

Cute little boy.

-(LAUGHS SARCASTICALLY) -(ALL LAUGH)

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?

(CHUCKLES)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

-Come. -(DOOR BUZZES)

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.

(LAUGHS)

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.

-(DEVICE BEEPS) -Okay.

Mmm.

We are going to have a great competition, huh?

(LAUGHS)

Ella.

This dress on you is beautiful.

Thank you, boss.

(DOOR BUZZES)

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.

-(CHUCKLES) -Or was it peyote?

CORGAN: 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? (LAUGHS)

Uh, so you're the sister.

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

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

Excuse me.

MAN: I asked for room temperature.

-Damn it! -(GLASS SHATTERS)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

Lauren.

Timothy.

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

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

REVEREND: You worship a false God.

(GUN CLICKS)

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.

ELLA: 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.

(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS)

Jimmy?

(LAUGHS)

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.

(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

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.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Ladies, gentlemen,

I give you your host.

Anton Skoll.

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

-MAN 1: Yeah! -MAN 2: Yeah!

I look around this room,

and I know one thing.

You are not just here for the money.

But the money helps.

-Right? -(APPLAUSE)

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.

-MAN 3: Yeah. You bet, we do. -MAN 4: 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

(CHUCKLES) and to join me in a toast

to being the best.

ALL: Being the best.

-TIMOTHY: Being the best. -MAN 5: 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?

(CHUCKLES)

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.

(LAUGHS)

Then it looks like the Kid Jimmy

is one of our lucky competitors.

Don't worry, kiddy.

You'll do the great, great.

(CHUCKLES)

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.

BARTENDER: 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.

(UPBEAT ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Oh, you know I know this song.

My lady.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(DOOR BUZZES)

(CHUCKLES)

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

It's so cute.

(CHUCKLES)

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.

(DOOR BUZZES)

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

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.

REVEREND: Bless us, oh, Lord,

for thy gift which we're about to receive,

for thy bounty.

Through Christ our Lord.

Amen.

MAN 1: Hey, man.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

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.

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

(SIGHS)

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.

(SIGHS) 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.

(PA BEEPS)

ELLA: Competitors to the green room, please.

Competitors to the green room.

Let's do this like Brutus.

She's enthusiastic.

Yeah.

Come on. (SIGHS)

ELLA: Contestants will be required to carry confone

and to wear earwigs.

(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(LAUGHS)

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. (CHUCKLES)

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.

(PETER LAUGHS) What?

You say you saw this kid take a piss?

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

Are you sick? (CHUCKLES)

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.

KARL: Love you, sugar tits.

DEBBIE: Oh, I love you more, baby.

Muah, muah, muah.

Oh, there's that bitch, Celine.

WOMAN: 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. -FRENCHIE: Hi.

-Hi. -Hi. Muah, muah.

How are you?

BOTH: Muah, muah.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(IN ENGLISH) 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.

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

Hello, you rich people.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Welcome to the competition.

Just relax. Eat, drink.

And bet to your heart's content.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

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.

KARL: 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.

NATHANIEL: 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.

NATHANIEL: Frenchie. All right.

(APPLAUSE)

ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen, meet our competitors.

(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

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? -(PA BEEPS)

ELLA: Your attention, please.

I'd like to take this opportunity

to go over the rules.

There's rules?

(ALL LAUGH)

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.

(APPLAUSE)

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.

(APPLAUSE)

Crew members are arriving now

to escort you to your individual starting points.

Oh, I guess it's age before beauty.

(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

ELLA: 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.

(INTENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(APPLAUSE)

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.

ELLA: Ten seconds.

(GUNSHOT)

(APPLAUSE)

(GUN CLICKS)

(APPLAUSE)

No cheating.

Four, three,

two, one.

(BUZZER SOUNDS)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

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. (GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

All right.

What's this I see before me?

(METAL RATTLES)

Bingo.

It's time to find me some gold.

(CLICKS)

(EXCLAIMS)

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

(INTENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(GRUNTS)

Jimmy!

Wow.

Wood?

It's the only thing I could find.

Can I see it?

Sure.

-(LAUGHS) -(JIMMY GROANS)

(GROANS)

$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.

(GROANS)

(GASPS)

(GROANS)

Can I, uh, have my stick back?

Do you not find anything?

ELLA: 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.

(LAUGHTER AND CHATTER)

Frenchie.

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

(SPEAKS FRENCH)

Ma petite. English.

Can I take the bet?

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

Vlad, it's only money.

(CHUCKLES)

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.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

Go three.

Oh!

Fucking bitch!

(YELLS)

(PANTING)

She's going down!

Yeah!

She's hot, man.

(GROANS)

(HORN BLARES)

-WOMAN: Yeah! -MAN: Whoo!

Yes, Mrs. Hellman, we respect our elders,

and your bet is made.

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

(APPLAUSE)

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.

-(LAUGHS) Oh! -Oh!

(METAL CLANGS)

(YELLS)

(HORN BLARES)

To Jimmy.

MAN: Bravo.

(AUDIENCE WHOOPING)

-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.

(LAUGHS)

(SWISHING)

(MAN YELLS)

(HORN BLARES)

Yes, Mr. Paul, your bet is placed.

A hundred thousand for The Reverend to win.

Yes, sir. A very blessed bet.

(SPEAKS ITALIAN)

(SPEAKS ITALIAN)

(HORN BLARES)

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

(IN ENGLISH) Rest in peace, my son.

Oh, no! (PANTING)

Get through here.

(PANTING) Oh!

Lauren!

Hey, Timmy.

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

(YELLS)

(LAUREN GRUNTS)

(CHUCKLES)

I'm sorry. (GASPS)

Oh, fuck me!

Do you believe in God, the Father?

Yes, I do!

Good.

Go to Heaven.

(YELLS)

(HORN BLARES)

-That's what I'm talking about. -(CHUCKLES)

-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.

TIMOTHY: 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.

(TIMOTHY GRUNTS)

Come to Daddy.

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

You call yourself a man of God?

Let him go.

That's right.

(SIGHS, EXHALES)

(GRUNTS)

Ah! (GROANS)

Nice shot.

(EXHALES)

You godless bitch.

I'm a Quaker.

What?

I was.

Long time ago.

I will get you.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Oh, shit!

(GRUNTS)

(SIGHS)

Yes, sir, Samantha Griffin

is as beautiful as she is deadly.

Most people can't look past the surface.

Good for you.

(GRUNTS)

Oh, Jimmy.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(YELLS)

(GRUNTS)

(YELLING)

(WEAPONS CLANGING)

(GROANS)

(WEAPONS CLANGING)

(HORN BLARES)

(WEAPON SWISHES)

-(YELLS) -(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

$200,000, Lauren Styles to win.

Yes, indeed, women rule.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(GROANS)

-Yeah! -(ALL CHEERING)

-STEVE: Yeah! (LAUGHS) -SAMANTHA: 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.

FRENCHIE: Okay, let's look up his background.

The Kid Jimmy likes pina coladas

and getting caught in the rain.

(LAUGHS SARCASTICALLY) What a pussy!

You got lucky.

(CHUCKLES) Maybe I'll continue to be lucky, Frenchie.

You just took 75,000 of my dollars.

Good on you. (LAUGHS)

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?

(CHUCKLES)

Make Jimmy even money going forward.

(BEEPING)

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.

(LAUGHS)

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. (CHUCKLES)

You shut the fuck up!

I'm gonna shove one of those grenades

up your ancient fucking ass!

Grenade? (LAUGHS)

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

(CHUCKLES)

Bit of a pussy, aren't you?

Fucking bitch.

No! (SCREAMS)

-SAMANTHA: No! -STEVE: No!

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

No!

(CLICKS)

-(GLASS SHATTERS) -(GASPS)

Who's the pussy now, bitch?

(LAUGHS)

-(GUNSHOT) -(CORGAN LAUGHS)

(CONTINUES LAUGHING)

A reminder to all competitors.

Killing between rounds is strictly prohibited.

(SIGHS)

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.

(CHUCKLES)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

Mr. Mandrake,

it has come to our attention that you may have had

some unauthorized help in the previous round.

Nah.

(WHIRRING SOFTLY)

ELLA: I'm sorry, Mr. Mandrake.

You're out of the competition.

Okay, I'm gonna get my things.

(GUN CLICKS)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

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. (CHUCKLES)

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.

(BOTH LAUGH)

You are a very brave man, Dino.

With very big balls.

Go big or go home.

(VLAD LAUGHS) 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.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

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

Competitors, prepare for the Round of Blades.

MAN 1: That's what I'm talking about.

MAN 2: And this one. Mmm-mmm-mmm.

WOMAN: Oh, this is neat.

CORGAN: Excusez-moi.

(CORGAN LAUGHS)

-Eh... -What?

Something small.

-(PA BEEPS) -ELLA: Competitors, get ready.

The Round of Blades,

starting in three, two, one.

(GRUNTING)

-(GROANS) -(YELLS)

(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(MEN GRUNTING)

(YELLS)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(INTENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MAN YELLS)

(GRUNTING)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

(YELLS)

(LAUGHS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(GROANS)

Really?

(GROANS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(STEVE GRUNTS)

Last chance.

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

(BELL CHIMES)

(LAUREN GRUNTS)

(CORGAN LAUGHS)

Oh, what is this?

Huh? Hmm?

(LAUGHS)

Sam, look at me.

Look at me.

Hey, hey, look at me.

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

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!

WOMAN: Whoo!

You okay there, Jimmy?

Huh? Yeah.

How is that fool not dead yet?

(LAUGHS)

ANTON: Dino Maloney.

(CHUCKLES)

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.

NATHANIEL: 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.

(CHUCKLES)

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

(CHUCKLES) 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?

-(KEYPAD CLICKING) -Are they both good for the bet?

(BEEPS)

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.

(BOTH LAUGH)

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.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

Competitors, please proceed to the armory.

You are allowed one weapon and two clips.

STEVE: Listen to me, Jimmy.

Stay out of the way this last round.

Go find a place to hide.

LAUREN: Now that's what I'm talking about.

Not bad.

(GUN CLICKS)

BOTH: Muah.

Muah.

Competitors, get ready.

The Last Gunfight will start in a moment.

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

ELLA: Ten...

nine...

eight...

Contestants, remove your blindfold now.

Seven...

six...

five...

(LAUGHS)

four...

three...

two...

one.

(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(YELLS)

(GROANS)

Jimmy!

Come on! Yeah.

He probably just needs to get warmed up.

You might be right.

Good luck with your bet.

(GRUNTS)

Fuck!

CORGAN: Jimmy! (LAUGHS)

Oh, you can run, boy!

(GROANS)

(PANTING)

He escaped again.

Not for long. (LAUGHS)

Shit!

(BOTH GROAN)

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!

MAN 1: Come on. Yes. Do it, one shot.

(BEEPS)

MAN 2: Shoot him.

(BEEPING)

(GROANS)

(BEEPING)

My son.

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

Of... of course not.

But she might.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

You worship a false God.

He's all yours.

Thank you.

(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(STRAINING)

-(GRUNTS) -(GROANING)

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

-You deserve it. -Come on.

-You deserve it. -Yeah.

(GUN CLICKS)

(GUNFIRE)

I told you this was good.

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

Yes, I strongly recommend you go for it.

(GUNSHOTS)

(GUNSHOTS)

(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(GUN CLICKS)

(GRUNTS)

(YELLS)

(GUNSHOT)

(GUN CLICKS)

(GROANS)

-NATHANIEL: Yeah! -DEBBIE: Yeah!

-Go! Go! -Did you see that?

(CAT SCREECHES)

(SIGHS)

(DOOR SHUTS)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

Okay, here we go.

(GUN CLICKS)

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

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

NATHANIEL: Look! Jimmy's got him!

VLAD: Yes! Come on, kid!

CORGAN: Huh?

(LAUGHS)

Jimmy. What are you doing?

Put that down before you hurt someone. Like yourself.

Come on, you're not gonna shoot me.

(WATER SPLASHES)

God!

What?

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

Pick it up. Pick it up!

Shoot, man.

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

Right here. Come on.

SAMANTHA: He's not gonna shoot you.

Great.

(GUN COCKS)

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.

(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)

(HORN BLARES)

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

And with less than five minutes remaining,

the Kid Jimmy is this year's winner.

-God! -FRENCHIE: 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?

(CHUCKLES) Not a clue.

TRUDY: I knew.

STEVE: Trudy?

Grandma! You're alive!

I told you.

Getting people to do what I want them to do

is my specialty.

SAMANTHA: 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!

(GLASS SHATTERS)

Grenade? (LAUGHS)

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

(CHUCKLES)

Bit of a pussy, aren't you?

All in a day's work for the Intruder.

I rocked.

We won!

NATHANIEL: 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. (CHUCKLES)

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.

NATHANIEL: 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. (LAUGHS)

Trudy the Intruder staged her own death.

-No! -Don't!

NATHANIEL: 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.

(BEEPING)

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.

ANTON: 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?

NATHANIEL: He was the finishing touch.

A rat,

a hero.

LAUREN: Hell no!

Y'all are crazy.

Hey, listen, I've seen your work.

You're really crazy.

You know what I mean?

Thank you.

NATHANIEL: You all know Ella, I presume?

So Ella was part of the plan, too.

NATHANIEL: 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.

(BEEPING)

ELLA: ...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.

ALL: 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?

NATHANIEL: Oh, I think our Russian friends

will be keeping him quite busy.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

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.

(CHUCKLES)

(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ You gotta punch scream and strive

♪ If you wanna make it out alive

♪ Oh

♪ You gotta punch scream and strive

♪ If you wanna make it out alive

♪ You feel the fire in your veins

♪ But you can never show your pain

♪ Oh, oh

♪ Spin the wheel and take your shot

♪ Take your chance that's all you've got

♪ Pick your fight and roll the dice

♪ Win the game or lose the prize

♪ You gotta fight to survive

♪ Play the game and win or die

♪ No one here is your friend

♪ You gotta fight until the end

♪ Win or die

♪ Oh, yeah

♪ Danger dances in the dark

♪ Swinging blades and metal sparks

♪ Heartless rivals with knives in hand

♪ We take a chance on shifting sand

♪ Danger dances in the dark

♪ Swinging blades and metal sparks

♪ Heartless rivals with knives in hand

♪ We take a chance on shifting sand

♪ Everyone's got their pretend

♪ Where trust comes to an end

♪ Remember who you are inside

♪ Don't let the darkness decide

♪ Don't let the darkness decide

♪ You gotta fight to survive

♪ Play the game and win or die

♪ No one here is your friend

♪ You gotta fight until the end

♪ Win or die

♪ Oh, yeah

♪ You got a fight to survive

♪ Play the game and win or die

♪ No one here is your friend

♪ You gotta fight until the end

♪ Win or die

♪ Oh, yeah

♪ You gotta fight to survive

♪ Play the game and win or die

♪ No one here is your friend

♪ You gotta fight until the end

♪ Win or die

♪ Oh, yeah

♪ You gotta fight to survive

♪ Play the game and win or die

♪ No one here is your friend

♪ You gotta fight until the end

♪ Win or die

♪ Oh, yeah ♪