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Be generous there.

Say "cheese".

Otherwise there's this.

Oh. How much is it?

Just ten euros, and it's handmade.

And how much is this?

Goodbye, Merry Christmas!

Can I eat it right now?

Not all of it. There's yummy things for dinner.

Can we shoot fireworks after dinner?

Of course! I got some amazing sparklers!

Yeah!

I always want to be...

Oh, my God. What happened?

We need to call an ambulance.

New Year's Eve is near, and Dedalus is arriving.

The biggest Italian social media event ever.

We started with 1,000 wannabe influencers.

We selected 30.

Only six will make it to the final.

Participants will face extreme trials.

And followers will judge them.

The winner will get one million euros.

And a deal with an international sponsor.

On December 31, at the stroke of midnight,

the winner will be announced.

The only way to make a dream come true

is sharing it.

Well?

What's with the face?

Aren't you happy?

About what? Third surgery in two years?

I'm done.

Dedalus is arriving.

Are you ready to play?

What's up, bro?

Trust me, it's not like that.

You still have a lot to give.

Yeah, at 24 with a smashed knee?

Yeah, in Pro League. With a B series pay.

You'll play forward, with a nice team built around you.

You score and you're done.

That's shitty.

Also...

They assured me that once your career is over,

I can turn you into a sports commentator.

Are you fucking kidding me?

You're not talking to one of those little kids who swarm around you.

Huh?

Remember how much you earned because of me.

The world is yours!

How much you earned because of me

and squandered because of that idiot cousin!

Listen, let's not do like last time.

Drop the sad faces. We're doing better than the Amazon guy.

You'd still have a knee if it wasn't for that dickhead...

and for you.

Go home.

- You're done, Puskas. - Go!

You're done!

Now that I learned it we're doing it again. Cousin!

Come, the ladies want you in the video, the star, they...

Hey, Michele, come on!

- I have to pee. - Cousin!

Merry Christmas, uh?

Hey.

What did the orthopedic say?

This thing is still here?

I told you, I'm not interested.

- You're losing followers. - I don't give a fuck about followers.

You should, because you're out of a job.

Soon there'll be no more sponsors to buy you cleats.

Listen carefully.

The only thing left to do

is using your channels to boost visibility.

How else can we keep all this going?

How can I?

Yeah, how...

- Hey, get those feet off the sofa! - Oh, God.

- The sofa is mine, okay? - What a drag!

Go act silly in your home.

Next one with the feet on the sofa gets a 100 euros fine.

Fucking bitch.

How about you take care of it for once?

And try to win while you're at it.

You think I can't do it?

You think I can't do it.

Come on, go with me!

You need a caretaker?

Get out, meet some new sponsors instead of staying holed up in here.

Okay, I'll go with you.

- Great. - Filippo?

- What? - Tell them I'm not participating.

- I'm on it, don't worry. - Don't forget.

I'm gonna kill it. Hey, guys, Puskas is back.

My cousin. We look exactly alike.

We're live streaming from Dedalus' kickoff!

Finally, after months of waiting and an impressive marketing campaign

we'll know the names of the six content creators who will join Dedalus,

the mysterious New Year's Eve social event

with a million euros for the winner.

The contest rules are unknown

as is the location which has yet to be disclosed.

No.

Hey, cousin.

See how hot she is?

Yeah, well, I came with you, right?

- But now I'm going. - No, wait!

This is our evening.

I'm sure they'll take us both.

They'll take you.

No!

I forgot to tell them you weren't participating.

What are you, stupid?

What do you mean you forgot?

Don't worry, it's just one day.

At worst you'll go home with her, she's been staring at you all night.

If I win the million, you'll leave with me.

Get me a million followers and you'll leave with me.

Yeah?

Good evening, I'm Dionea.

I'm here to announce

that the much expected moment has arrived.

What the fuck did she say her name is?

Tonight we'll find out who the six finalist are.

And tomorrow at midnight

the one and only winner.

And now, let's find out who the first finalist is.

MammaTitty_Official.

The characteristics of a child's sleep

start emerging pregnancy.

Fifty thousands?

Come on, I'm sure she bought them.

Well done, MammaTitty! You're super sweet!

Plankman!

Yeah!

Watch out!

Welcome to Training with Nino.

Today we'll be working on the lats.

- Let's start contracting... - That's how you do it!

Let it expand. Go down, go up.

One, two, three, contract!

Gameboy93.

You made it, fucker!

I feel lonely today.

Go get it, Gameboy!

So I put a sheep on my head.

I was bored, guys. The world is yours.

Kisses and hearts to all of you!

I love you guys!

Belinda.

Thank you!

To all my haters I say,

First, I'm doing it with my body, not yours.

Second, your boyfriend and your father are my subscribers. Ops.

Enough with the whores!

Frittomisto85.

Yeah! Yeah!

Today I cooked a very nice lasagna.

You don't know what you're losing by avoiding life's pleasures.

Fuck dieting!

More meat!

And now, the last participant.

Puskas4Real!

What the fuck did you just say?

What the fuck did you just say? I told you, didn't I?

You're the best!

You wanted to spend New Year's Eve without me?

Hey, calm down.

Here comes the champion.

Look at this.

And he's piercing the goal!

Winner mentality, on and off the field.

Puskas.

- Uh? - Here.

- A gift from the direction. - Thanks.

- What is it? - Enjoy the evening.

Guys? Um...

Why can't we see outside?

They kidnapped us. Didn't you know?

Hey. As long as I get the million, they can do whatever they want.

Yeah, get in line, fugazy.

You're underestimating a mom taking care of her kid.

Do any of you know what we signed on those tablets?

The usual things you have to sign for these contests.

What usual things? What was that stuff?

It's like when you accept cookies to watch porn.

Hey, cutie!

Hey, who's that? I'm jealous.

Please, excuse him.

I'll try to get some sleep. I'm a wreck and I already hate you all.

You're a bundle of laughs.

What a nice coincidence.

The two cousins.

They both made it.

Who do you know on the inside?

- What? - Who the fuck are you?

Will you lower your voices?

- Okay, I'll listen to some music. - Yeah, do that, good boy.

Reading?

You an intellectual?

I can tell.

Cut it out.

- We've arrived. - Welcome to Dedalus.

- Hello. - Dedalus.

Damn!

- This is a big deal, huh? - Oh God, it's a castle.

- Thanks. - After you.

Dunno.

Nice flat cap.

How luxurious is this, guys?

Nice.

Nice. As long as it has a gym.

- Please. - You may follow us.

Where are we? Scotland?

So stylish.

No!

What's this? Big Brother VIP?

Influencer losers edition.

I don't think I'm a loser.

Welcome to Dedalus.

- Hey beautiful, what's up? - Hey.

Get out of the way.

All good, Gameboy93.

Thanks for asking.

Hi, Dionea!

Right in front of me.

Good evening, MammaTitty_Official.

The hottie can hear us.

Of course. If necessary, I'm always at your disposal.

Follow me.

"Follow me."

- Imagine the parties we'll have. - The owner must be packed.

Excuse me...

Why can't I send any pictures?

There's no signal.

I can confirm there's no signal.

So what should we do?

There will be no need.

Live streaming will begin tomorrow morning

and Dedalus' eyes will never leave you.

Your phones will be in a safe place, you'll get them back

tomorrow night after the contest.

Please put them inside the black box.

Why not? A little pause will do us good.

Detox our brains.

Pause? She just said cameras are filming us.

Just know this.

I have to call my baby tomorrow morning.

Alright.

Okay, you.

What's the program?

A welcome cocktail, maybe?

Now you'll be taken to your rooms

where you can rest and get a fresh start tomorrow.

What? No mini bar?

No welcome snacks?

Triceps.

Pecs.

You'll find a change of clothes in the closet

that we think is best to face the day tomorrow.

Cool.

Super cool.

Thanks, Diony.

How does the contest work?

You'll get all the details when you wake up tomorrow.

I can hardly conceal my excitement

for this journey that is about to begin.

It will be an amazing New Year's Eve.

Let's hope so.

It's all synchronized.

It just went off?

Goodnight.

Nice vibe.

- Wow. - Oh God, I love it.

Oh, thanks.

The Royal Palace of Caserta. Dedalus.

Good morning everyone.

I'm very pleased to meet you.

I'm Dedalus' Master.

And all through the contest,

I'll be honored to be your guide.

Pleasure.

- Nino. - Pleasure.

Hi.

I hope you had a good night's sleep.

It's going to be a demanding day.

That's why we're about to offer you

a rich breakfast. You must be hungry.

Our personnel is about to serve you the best delicacies

Sorry, Master. Um...

I'm lactose intolerant and I'm--

Belinda. Vegan.

As you wrote in post on June 15, 2021, if I remember correctly,

"I don't eat cadavers", right?

Oh God, another one.

Yes, correct.

Watch out, guys. The Master's spying on us.

In any case, you're used to sharing your moods daily,

your dreams,

your needs.

- Yes. - Sorry, Master.

I need to call my baby.

Starting the day without talking to his mom is not good for him.

You're so cute.

Sorry, MammaTitty, but until the end of the contest

it won't be possible.

That's because the world

will have eyes on you,

but you can't have any contacts with the outside.

Except through our cameras, obviously.

Yeah, okay...

When does the game begin?

Haste is pleasure's worst enemy, Mr. Puskas.

That's what I always say.

Don't worry. The game will begin soon.

As you finish your breakfast,

you're invited to the expo room where the streaming will begin.

I don't want to steal the scene now.

You are our protagonists.

So, enjoy your breakfast and may the best player win.

- Thanks. - Thanks.

Thanks.

Anyway, he's educated, elegant. The way he walks...

Yeah, but what's this diet stuff?

It's balanced and high in protein.

Are you done talking?

Hey, this place is spectacular, right?

Do I look better like this or like this?

- Like this. - Cut it out, Filippo.

Your cousin is always so nervous.

Have a laugh every now and then, bro.

I'm not your brother.

Of course you aren't.

- I'm twice your size. - Tone it down, okay?

Cousins?

The live streaming is about to begin.

After the countdown a sound will signal the beginning of the streaming.

Welcome to Dedalus.

Our participants are ready to begin the contest.

Dedalus consists of three engaging trials.

Self control, resistance and intuition.

The ranking will reflect the likes of our followers.

The winner will be the person who got more likes.

May the best player win.

- Bye, Diony. - Bye, guys.

My God!

Follow me, please.

Whatever.

Wow!

I love this.

Cousin, this is a free museum tour.

They're writing.

Hi guys. Thank you.

See? "You're so hot!"

Read that comment about you.

Prisoner!

I'm here to win a million. What are you doing at home, jerking off?

Sorry, madam.

This is Dedalus' secret crypt.

You almost gave me a heart attack.

Hello everyone, I'm the Master.

We are in an ancient cult room.

Our contestants will face their first trial in here.

What cult?

Horror!

Please, stand in the middle of the room.

Okay.

Here? Yeah?

What a trip, guys.

First trial.

Self control.

- No problem. - You didn't tell us what we have to do.

They're leaving?

Like that?

Breathe.

When you walk into the dark,

what you stumble into is not around you.

It's inside you.

Only you can get rid of it.

Inside of you?

Oh-oh.

Oh, it's dancing time.

- Look where I brought you. - They want to distract us.

Don't waver.

- What now? - Now dance!

What's going on?

- Michele, where are you? - I'm here!

Hey, I'm scared!

What are we supposed to do?

Oh fuck, special evening tonight.

We fought over the bill.

Are you insane? Put that phone down.

Look what he did.

- We're going viral. - Put that fucking phone down!

- Hey! - Puskas?

What are you doing? Call an ambulance, call someone!

You're done, Puskas!

What the fuck are you laughing at? Hey!

- Why the fuck are you laughing? - You'll be a sports commentator, Puskas!

- We fought over the bill. - Help!

- You're' done! - Let go of me!

You're done, Puskas!

- Pass that ball, come on. - Dad?

Come on.

Pass that ball.

What you doing here?

Did you start your diet?

You're a disgrace.

Shame on you!

Shame on you!

Shame on you!

Hey, guys, what the fuck are you doing?

Hey!

Why are you two here?

Hey, I just need some time.

Let me finish this. I'll win. I'll give all your money back.

We don't want the money anymore.

Then why are you here?

Sweetie?

Sweetie, Mom's here.

Here's Mom, sweetie.

Don't worry. I'm coming.

Come here!

You are a loser.

- Leave me alone. - Without your cousin, you're nobody.

Oh, God.

The world is yours.

The world is yours!

Come!

Come!

Leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

When you walk into the dark,

what you stumble into is inside you.

Only you can get rid of it.

What the fuck just happened?

Great job, Puskas4Real.

You made the best of my advice.

Let's see the ranking.

- I don't feel good. - Me neither.

- What the fuck did they do? - What's that?

Congrats, Puskas.

Congrats my ass!

- What did you do to us? - Did you drug us?

- Hey. You didn't drug us. - No.

Please, calm down.

No drugs. There was endogenic tryptamine in your breakfast.

And what's that?

It's a natural substance, absolutely legal.

Combined with visual and acoustic stimuli,

it brought back some of your traumas.

In this trial the contestants had to face their fears

while trying to keep control over them.

Please, help her.

Michele, I don't feel good.

My baby.

My baby.

We're very sorry if you got hurt.

It wasn't planned, obviously.

As you can see, our trials are going to be very demanding.

Our personnel will take care of you.

You'll have time to recover.

Recover your strength for the second trial.

Okay? See you later.

I don't feel good.

A sort of amino-acid?

You okay, Filippo?

- Filippo? - Hey, leave me alone!

How did they pull this off?

I'm fine, guys.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

He's dead.

- What's he doing? - Look!

I'm getting famous. Look.

The fuck's he jumping?

I'm getting famous.

Hey, I didn't do it on purpose.

I followed the Master's protocol.

Yeah, but you went down hard on me.

Do you think that stuff isn't a drug?

You think they'd drug us in live streaming?

You saw how many people there were.

Hey, guys, stop.

Shut up. I wouldn't be here if you didn't fuck up.

Michele, what the fuck are you talking about?

You beat me up!

Guys, let's take a breath.

Uh? Let's think about the experience we're going through.

We'll remember it forever.

What's this game we're playing at?

Hey, it's better than the arcade.

- Think about it. - About what?

We could have reacted better.

Maybe.

- I saw some ugly shit. - And I didn't? Forget it.

My head hurts!

Potato? Mom's fine, don't worry.

I'll be home tomorrow.

Look at that. Hey.

We're doing those numbers.

Where the fuck are we?

- Where did they take us? - This is the spa.

No, Einstein. In what place?

Relax, I'll explain.

First, I wanted to make sure you're okay. How are you doing?

This castle was built in 18th century.

During the years it hosted many distinguished people.

As you may have noticed, it is an amazing building.

It is said there were controversies at the time it was built.

What controversies?

Some legends.

One is about a marquis,

whose family died of cholera, who took his own life.

From that moment on this place became the destination of choice

for the suicidal.

But again, it's just a legend.

Yeah, nice fucking legend.

The kind of stories that are a magnet for nerds.

Master, first of all, congratulations on the format.

In order to get ready, I wanted to know,

what will the next trials be like?

I'd say...

cathartic.

Meaning what?

Can you be more specific?

Yes, please. Thank you.

Let's say... stimulating?

As you can imagine, we can't tell you how the next trials will be in advance.

Just know that you have all it takes to face them

with the utmost passion and peace of mind.

With this, I wish you a pleasant stay,

and obviously...

May the best player win.

I think this guy's really good.

Look.

I'm happy to inform you that Dedalus is having a tremendous success,

as you can see from your increasing followers count.

Two hundred thousand more than yesterday.

You were right.

I wouldn't have gotten those numbers if I ate a human being.

We're flying.

One hundred twenty thousand? That's good.

Second trial. Resistance.

Don't even play.

It will be very democratic.

A choice for each of you.

One for the participant.

One for Dedalus.

One more for the followers.

The first turn is for...

FrittoMisto85.

Go, go, go. Come on.

- Go, go, go. - This way.

Come on!

- Yeah! - Breathe.

Yes!

Thanks.

What's this? The set of Saw?

- Truth or dare? - Really?

We might as well play Spin the bottle!

Yeah, Spin the bottle.

Will you turn around?

Well, I haven't told the truth once in my whole life.

Dare.

Now, Dedalus' choice.

Are we having lunch together?

Now the followers must choose.

You mean I can't eat meat,

fish, cheese, eggs?

What should I eat, herbs?

And become a celery like you?

No.

Know what you can do with celery? Beef tongue stew,

and then you throw the celery away.

You're a monster. Shame on you!

Don't bust my balls. Piss off!

Yeah, but she left a bitchy comment under one of my posts.

Called me a murderer because I ate rabbit.

Show that too, then.

"Shame on you, whale."

"This is body shaming"?

You shitty moralists.

You have ten seconds to vote,

starting now.

"Eat shit."

"Tie her like a salami"?

The fuck are you saying?

FrittoMisto85.

The followers choose to strip you before the trial begins.

Are you insane?

What kind of request is that?

Alright.

I'll humor you.

Fuck.

Anyway, each body is beautiful in its own way.

"So gross." You're gross.

You are obliged to eat all the vegan sandwiches

in six minutes.

Not even a crumb can be left uneaten.

Throwing up will count as uneaten food

and you will fail the trial.

- But these are... - Fifteen.

You can stop to rest, but no more than five seconds,

or you will be disqualified.

You're kidding, right?

That's crazy.

Hate makes us empty.

Love makes us sated.

Okay, fuck you.

Holy shit.

I can't look. Sorry.

Remember that even a small quantity of food counts.

No! Come on!

I'm sorry, FrittoMisto85.

You failed the trial.

As a penalty, your Dedalus ranking won't take into account 200,000 likes

and followers.

Fuck that, it was impossible.

You did well anyway!

That's cathartic, huh?

- Yeah. - Right.

Now it's time for...

Belinda.

This way.

No one forces you to do it, you know?

Thanks, no need to worry.

What happens if I refuse?

The rule states that, if you refuse, your Dedalus ranking

won't take into account 200,000 likes and followers.

So, you choose to refuse to win?

No, but if it turns into a horror movie, I'm out of here.

One down.

Breathe.

Truth or dare?

My truths are too disturbing for you. Dare.

On your channels, you exploit your body to satisfy your customer's desires.

You'll have to do the same, according to the followers' requests.

Okay.

"Spit on your feet."

"Lick the screen."

You're such pigs.

"A thing with Dionea." Why not?

You choose.

Okay, I'll lick the screen. No biggie.

Okay? Happy?

Next.

"Take the Master in your mouth."

Dedalus' choice is...

Undress and pleasure yourself.

Should I be impressed?

Let me know when she's done.

Please.

In front of your parents.

What do you mean?

What the fuck? If it's a joke, I'm not laughing.

Sex is like money. It's never enough.

Mom.

Dad.

Linda.

Oh, God. Wait.

No.

I wasn't expecting this.

Wait, Mom.

No, Dad, wait.

No, Dad, wait!

Please, stop this!

What's the story here? Why would you involve my parents?

Linda.

You left.

You disappeared.

And now this too, Linda? Why?

Why are you doing this to us?

You never understood me.

You never listened to me. You only ever judged me.

Hang up the phone!

Fuck you! I want out!

I'm sorry, Belinda.

You failed your trial.

Open the fucking door and let me out!

Your Dedalus ranking won't take into account 200,000 likes and followers.

Who cares? Let me out of here now!

Now it's time for...

- Plankman. - Hey.

Go. Go, Nino!

Truth or dare?

Dare isn't working too well. I choose truth. Nothing but the truth.

Nino has nothing to hide.

There'll be no choices to make, only questions to be answered.

Hello.

Like that? Not even a coffee?

My hair!

Electrostimulation...

What you're sitting on, is a truth machine.

Oh. It's not a throne?

What the fuck are those?

We'll have a little session...

Raise that voltage, I mean...

You'll be presented with images and questions.

Every wrong answer will result in a stimulation.

Like tickling.

This sound will mark a truth...

This one, a lie.

Truth is like the sun. It's good for you until it burns.

She's so cute.

Is she your daughter?

- Yes. So? - Do you love her?

Sure I do.

Do you love her mother too?

I used to love her. She left.

You owe much money to dangerous people?

No.

Hey!

Fucking hell. It hurts.

You owe much money to dangerous people?

Hey, come on.

No.

Yes. Yeah.

Hey. Yes.

I said no because it's not a lot of money. Just a little.

Plankman, sit down or you will fail the trial and...

I'm sitting down. Just a sec.

Can your daughter be proud of you?

Again?

Can your daughter be proud of you?

Yeah?

Damn.

Can your daughter be proud of you?

I don't know. No!

Ever had any contact with paedopornographic material?

What?

Ever had any contact with paedopornographic material?

No.

Hey!

Hey, guys.

Hey.

Do something.

Ever had any contact with paedopornographic material?

No!

Well, if Dionea is insisting...

Yes.

Yes.

Just once, by mistake. Maybe I downloaded it.

Plankman, let's see you results.

Don't be hypocrites. Like you don't watch little girls' videos.

What a creepy individual.

I feel a bit anxious.

Plankman, Dedalus is giving you one last chance,

with the opportunity to improve your ranking.

You'll now have to bear a prolonged discharge.

You can interrupt the trial whenever you want.

Just raise an arm.

If you don't make it to 15 seconds, you'll lose.

Fifteen seconds?

Come on. Go, Nino, go!

Go.

Oh, Christ!

Oh, God!

Fuck!

Fuck you!

Puskas, this behavior will reflect on your ranking.

I don't give a fuck about ranking!

What the fuck are you doing?

Please, keep calm.

Let's go, Filippo! Let's go!

Stop!

Stop!

Run, Filippo!

Too all contestants.

The second trial will be changed.

It's now "Hunt In The Labyrinth".

Move!

What the fuck?

Stop!

I'm tired, Michele.

I want to go away. You are Michele.

- I told you not to move. - Leave me...

Come on, stand up. Come on.

Let's go.

Hey, thanks.

Attention!

To all contestants.

Whoever will capture Puskas4Real and Gameboy93

will get a ranking bonus.

If you don't, you'll be disqualified.

I got him!

I got him!

- Fuck you... - What a bitch!

Puskas.

You ugly bitch, they tell you to shoot someone and you do it?

Are you insane?

- That's not it. Dionea asked us. - Oh, Dionea.

Calm down, uh?

She's right.

We all followed the protocol. We did what they asked us to do. It's the game.

- If you want cane sugar, it's here. - Oh, sugar.

Congratulations to all the contestants.

Thanks to your work, we're achieving excellent results.

Views show that Dedalus could be the most followed social media event

in our country.

To achieve this target, Dedalus decided to raise the level of the competition.

There won't just be a winner tonight.

There'll be a loser too.

Why "loser"?

What does "loser" mean?

You can't change the rules mid game. It's not fair.

Let's all withdraw and this madness will end. That's it!

Yeah, let's leave, guys.

Like fuck I'm quitting.

Look at that.

Shut up and learn how to speak.

- Michele, I'm second. - So what?

Are you dumb?

Are you all dumb? Don't you get it that this isn't going to end well?

- Who cares about ranking? - No.

You talk like that because you're last. I saw you when you were on top.

- Now, I'm first. - I'm done with you!

- Piece of shit! - Hey!

- Come on! - No, Michele, don't.

- What do you want to do? - You fuckhead.

I'm second, we're here for the followers.

Hold your cousin down and accept that you're last.

Damn idiots.

Gentlemen...

Happy to see you again.

I'm sorry to see you a bit tense.

- Just a bit. - Yeah.

I wanted to thank you

for the great success you're making of this contest,

and say that I'm grateful to be able to share this special experience with you.

Special?

You're fucking with us, right?

I would never do that.

Then stop with this circus!

- What now? - Well, he's right.

- He is. - The third trial.

Right. The third trial.

Okay, let's do the third trial. Come on.

Dionea? Please.

Third and last trial.

Intuition.

You didn't explain why "loser".

Yes, would you answer that?

You'll find out in a moment.

Observe the clues

trying to understand what binds them.

Remember that the devil is in the details.

Please. You have a minute, starting now.

I don't understand what we're supposed to do.

There are some pills with smileys on them.

A pendant...

- A pendant with a horn? - That's a tattoo, Master.

Puskas?

You look upset.

No.

No.

Master, I know how to play this game. It's a puzzle.

If I get this right, I'll win, because I'm first. Right?

What happens if we don't solve it?

Nothing.

Nothing?

I don't know what we have to do. I'm sorry.

What links those details?

Puskas.

What do you see?

Something familiar?

Um...

- These are pills... - They belong to the same person!

No.

Not exactly. No.

But...

- Something superstitious? - What are you talking about?

Master, you helped him, with the "familiar" hint.

Help us out too.

What links those details?

- It's a tabletop game. - It's not!

Yeah, it's a game.

I agree with the followers. Enough!

Time has ran out.

So? What now?

Here's the solution.

Hold on. Where did I see this?

First clue.

The pills.

Right.

Who are these perverts?

Here comes the barman.

Get that phone out of my face.

- Drink all of it. - No. I don't want to.

- I said drink. - I don't want to.

Drink!

Did they drug her?

Pieces of shit.

Drink it all, water pump.

Here. Take her. I'm done.

Let me have a go. Come here.

There you go. Stop right there.

Hold on.

See?

They were careful enough

and smart not to show their faces.

But at the same time,

stupid and distracted enough to leave details behind.

The tattoo.

Second clue.

Re...

Resi...

Resilience.

It says resilience.

A word that's been heavily abused as of late, don't you think?

Gameboy, can I ask you to uncover your chest?

Can you uncover your chest, please?

Get your hands off him! Hey!

Hey! Let go!

Hey, stop!

- Let go of me! - It's him!

Shame on you!

Oh, God.

Third clue.

Still think it brings you luck?

- You're gross! - You shits!

They need to be reported now!

It was cons-- Hey, let go of me!

- It was consensual. - She was a minor.

What?

How could I know?

She walked around half naked, texted me every day!

What was I supposed to do?

Right, Filippo?

Trust me, she liked fucking the famous soccer player.

Shut that trap!

Famous? You're worth shit!

You need to drug girls to fuck them.

- Gross. - Idiot.

It makes me sick.

- You shit. - Where are you going?

Piece of shit!

Stop it. Now it's time to stop it.

You make me sick, all of you.

Uh? Will you stop?

Stop. Hey, I asked you to...

I asked you...

I asked you to stop!

What are you doing? It won't help.

You make me sick!

You have to know that this video went viral,

also thanks to an excruciating media assault.

- Turn off that phone. - Drink.

- Drink all of it. - Stop. I don't want to.

- I said drink. - I don't want to.

Drink!

Good girl.

Drink it all, water pump.

She was 16.

The insults, the pain, the shame...

led her to suicide, precisely on the 31st of December, two years ago.

Michele, she took her life?

It wasn't the fall that killed her.

But the wickedness of those who abused her.

Those who exploited her.

Those who judged her from behind a screen.

Let's clear the air. She's as thin as a nail.

If I get to fuck two men, I sure wouldn't hide behind a mask.

You do things properly.

You don't do them like shit, like that anorexic coward!

I didn't mean it that way.

Sorry, but I have nothing to do with this.

Actually, I think I defended the poor girl.

Where are the girl's parents?

What did they teach her?

If she was my daughter, I'd kill her with my own hands.

Then I would bury myself for the shame.

What a sick generation.

It's disgusting.

Guys, I think it was just a horny threesome, nothing more.

Typical daddy's girl whore begging for attention. Obviously.

What was that stuff anyway? The masks?

What was that? Halloween's threesome?

Ridiculous.

Say hi sweetie! Hi, guys!

Bye.

You can't take a video out of context.

We talk bullshit in reels, we all know that.

- It's not like... - What about all the others?

We weren't the only ones who criticized her.

Sadly there's always someone paying for everyone else.

Maestro, I didn't criticize the girl. I didn't do anything, right?

You did worse.

One thousand euros from XXvideo

to Nino Cerasi, for a bundle of videos.

Illegal videos.

I didn't shoot those videos.

I found the video in a group chat, I downloaded it and sold it.

You all acted like saints...

- You need to shut up. - Shut up.

It was you, right?

You sent it to the group chats because you wanted to look cool, brag.

- I didn't want to do it. - You didn't.

You didn't, and yet you destroyed a life.

Not one.Two.

It was on the same night, right, Puskas?

The night you both raped her you drove around completely high

destroying your useless career, right?

Hey, Filippo!

What the fuck did you give him?

What he deserved.

Don't act like you care.

In the labyrinth you ran like a rabbit and left him there.

Gentlemen!

As you can see...

Our contest, at the moment,

has an enormous share, just like you wanted.

Like you dreamed of.

But it's not yet over.

The show must go on.

- No, the show must end. - Yeah, enough.

There's still the grand finale.

In your rooms, you'll find proper attire for the evening.

In any case...

- it's still New Year's Eve, right? - New Year's Eve my ass.

Maestro, where are you going? Maestro!

Oh! I almost forgot.

As you know, tonight we'll have a winner

and a loser.

Which means...

that someone will die.

- Die? What the fuck are you talking about? - Help!

We inform you that starting now, no one can leave the premises.

- Call the police! Hey! - Get off me!

Stop!

You've always been my rock.

Help!

Nothing made me happier than seeing that you were proud of me.

He's her father.

Since Mom left us,

we always helped each other.

I always tried to make you happy and proud of me.

But...

I really fucked up.

I fuck up all the time, but this time it's really serious.

I don't want you to find out on the internet.

Though it's probably about to happen.

Remember that boy I told you about?

The soccer player I liked so much?

We were at a Halloween party.

We were playing around and I...

I trusted him, but the situation...

It got out of hand.

I... I trusted him.

I trusted them and they used me.

They betrayed me.

And now people are insulting me.

People judge me, Dad, a lot, and you can't imagine how much it hurts.

What happened...

will destroy the pride you feel for me.

I ruined everything.

When you'll see what happened...

You'll be ashamed of me.

And I can't live knowing that every time you'll look at me,

you'll think about that video. You will all think about that video.

I know I'm making a mistake.

Again.

But at least it's for the last time.

I love you, Dad.

The ranking?

Where's the ranking?

You still think those numbers were for real?

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

You're about to taste a blend of grapes. Cabernet Sauvignon, Franc and Merlot.

A Bordolese blend, though originating in the Bulgari area.

One of the best areas of the Italian territory.

It's good.

A full bodied wine, yet well balanced.

A sapid, mineral character,

which finely balances its structure,

and a well-integrated tannin.

The 2016 vintage is an excellent vintage for these territories.

It shows in the wine balance, harmonizing primary scents,

the forest berries so typical of these grapes,

with secondary scents,

derived from barrel aging, and the tertiary,

derived from natural aging.

Will you fucking stop with this bullshit?

Show the guts to say the name! Who will it be?

Assassins!

Calm down, Belinda. Please, calm down.

Sit.

This kind of behavior is uncalled for and won't change anything.

We're here to celebrate, after all.

I'd like to thank our amazing sommelier,

and take the opportunity to propose a New Year's Eve toast.

Uh? What do you think?

Come on.

Let's toast.

Come on. Let's toast together.

Everyone. Come on.

Raise your chalices.

Remember.

Let's look in each other's eyes, or it's bad luck.

What the fuck are you doing? Hey!

Maestro.

Mister Puskas?

You piece of shit.

Cheers.

It's amazing, don't you think?

But let's go back to our contest.

You asked about the ranking, and rightly so.

In order to create the appropriate suspense among our followers...

the ranking will appear right before midnight.

And now, if you want, you can eat.

- He's going to kill all of us. - Will you stop it with the ranking?

Hey!

We know it's all fake. Okay?

And you there, doing nothing, you're all accomplices!

How did you organize all this? Huh?

I got help.

I could've never done all of this on my own.

In fact...

the people you see in this room,

in the control room...

the personnel and security...

they're fathers, mothers,

brothers, sisters...

relatives and friends.

People like me who got their lives destroyed forever

because of hate.

Because of the evil...

that shallow people like you...

bring unto others every day.

See, they say that with time

one gets used to it.

One gets better.

But it's not like that.

Some learn to live with pain.

To forgive.

Others don't.

I'm the good one here. I don't deserve to die.

I'm just a mother,

busting her ass off every day!

Me neither. Do I deserve to die?

Maybe you do.

Maybe we do deserve it, uh, Michele?

- Deserve what? Shut up, Filippo! - She killed herself.

- Shut up! - And you knew it!

- Sit down! - She killed herself!

- You piece of shit! You didn't tell me! - Calm down.

Asshole!

Gentlemen, calm down.

Remember, we're here to celebrate.

Celebrate?

By the way, I still have to hear a comment about this extraordinary wine.

Is it possible you didn't taste that velvety aftertaste of...

What?

Poison.

- Poison. - Poison?

- Poison? - We're all gonna die.

No! That's bullshit! You and her drank it as well!

Enough with the fucking psycho games!

No, it's not enough.

Like every decent New Year's Eve,

we have a final game.

In these black boxes...

there's your antidote.

You'll have ten minutes...

before it becomes lethal.

At the stroke of midnight.

Now let's look at the ranking.

The participants will see their personal antidote box open.

Oh, I forgot.

One of the boxes is empty.

- Empty? - As I said, only one of you will die.

I'm a man of my word.

Well, good job.

You passed from victims to perpetrators.

That's how it goes.

Evil generates evil.

You're sick.

Gentlemen...

It was a real pleasure playing with you.

At this point, we can only wish you...

A Happy New Year!

Go fuck yourselves and your Happy New Year!

Pieces of shit! Hey!

Hey!

Open the other one!

What the fuck? Hey!

There's a fucking wall here!

Open the door!

Frittomisto85.

Go on.

- Come on! - Go on.

Hurry up!

To Frittomisto!

- What's it like? - Does it hurt?

No, it just stings a bit.

MammaTitty_Official.

Yes!

MammaTitty!

I'm gonna kill you!

Stop! Please!

What the fuck do you wanna do?

What, uh?

Stop!

My knee! My knee.

If we're here, it's because of you and your fucking cousin!

It's your fault if we're here!

Stop!

No! You're gonna kill him!

What the fuck did you do?

Belinda.

Belinda!

Don't come any closer!

- Give it here! Give it! - Get off me!

I can't die.

What did you do, Filippo?

- Give me that box. - Don't come any fucking closer!

Give me that box.

I won't hurt you.

I'll cut your throat!

Plankman.

Go.

Come on, you have to go now.

Thanks. For everything.

You know?

She was like a sister to me.

I know.

Go.

Do you know who will die?

We're not murderers.

I only wanted them to die on their social media.

Their only reason for living.

What if they kill each other?

We'll know that in...

Puskas4Real.

It's empty.

The fuck are you laughing at?

You lost.

- Give me that box. - No.

Hey, we're cousins.

Yeah.

Let's talk about it, like always.

Filippo, did you see what happened to Nino? Uh?

Give me that box!

There he is.

Michele Puskas, your hero. The soccer player.

The soccer player's here.

Instead, you're finally revealing yourself for the shit you are.

See? Michele Puskas, your hero, is--

Give me that fucking box!

Accept the defeat! The followers are mine! Okay, soccer player?

- Give me that box. - Don't come any closer.

You're a shit! Don't come any closer.

Don't come any closer. Don't.