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No, no, no, no!

-You might get an Emmy for this one.

-The winner for best live stream goes to...

-Nah, wait until you see the final act, Boss.

Trust me.

Sorry we have to cut it short tonight, Serena.

I really enjoyed you.

You did so good.

-But the game has to come to an end eventually.

Right?

-So...

I need you to do one more thing for me.

Hm? Can you do that?

Okay.

Smile!

Here comes the flash.

To The Watcher! Excellent production.

-Mm. Thank you, Boss.

Everybody executed to perfection.

No pun intended.

-Of course. They were following your lead.

You're a natural.

-More like conditioned, but...

-Is that what 20 years inside the alphabet boys

will do to you?

-Seems that way.

-Well, clearly, it's made you a valuable part of Acorn.

And the Closer sends her approval.

She watched the live stream as well.

-Mm. Tell her thank you.

Everything went well on her end? -She does what she does.

We're growing faster every day because of her.

Venezuela is now officially a part of our group,

and she flies back in the morning.

-Mm. Perfect.

-It's amazing, actually,

what hate and ignorance on the internet can create nowadays.

Anything not considered ordinary

can now be manipulated and construed as extraordinary.

-Cha-ching! -Straight to the bank.

You know how many millions were raised from crazy shit

like Pizzagate and Wayfair? I could go on and on.

-The sheep will follow.

Right off the fucking cliff.

But you and the Closer...

y'all had that vision.

Now we all get to eat.

-Salud.

-Salud.

-What's the status on the March shoot?

Are we still on schedule?

-Yes, indeed.

-Good, good.

Look at those comments.

They're like a pack of wild dogs.

Once they taste blood, it's over.

They're hooked. They want more.

So let's keep feeding them.

-You did good.

You did good.

-The Watcher.

-Right on time.

-As usual.

Okay, now.

Team Alpha's up next, I see.

Should be an interesting night. -Yes, indeed.

Hopefully you won't need to make any in-person visits this time.

-Well, you already know it don't matter to me.

Whether I'm waiting in the car or making a house call,

sunrise, game over.

-Absolutely.

This is a bonus from Acorn for that house call.

-Okay, now. The bag.

Tell the bosses and the Closer I said thanks.

We love bonuses in the Finisher household.

Look.

For the past, what, two years now,

I've been able to afford the type of toys

I would have had to sell a lot of weight to acquire.

So, coming from a country boy, I appreciate you.

-It's all good.

I remember like it was yesterday

when y'all moved up from Georgia.

Strong-ass country accent.

The loyalty's been real since day one.

So two good years for you is nothing.

We plan on entertaining for many more years to come.

Let me ask you.

You know what's the longest running TV show of all time?

-Is this more of your philosophical shit?

Nah.

But here's a hint.

It's still on TV today.

-I don't know.

-Take an educated guess.

-"Law & Order."

-Nah. Good one, but...

the fucking Simpsons.

30 years and still providing entertainment.

Just like we do.

-Facts. Easy bread.

-Exactly.

-Question.

What if I had an investor interested

in becoming an Acorn member?

-Let me talk to the Boss and the Closer on that.

They deal with all distribution matters.

-Copy that.

Where we going this time?

Okay. Back up to Topanga Canyon.

-Yeah. B and B. Prime location.

-Yeah, not too much going on up in those hills.

Look, I know you like to think things inside and out,

but I was thinking, after the last time

I had to make that house call --

thanks again for the bag --

I was thinking maybe you should let me participate

in the live stream.

I mean, this way I can monitor what's happening on set.

I won't interrupt anything between you and the investors.

You won't even know I'm there.

-I appreciate that.

But these Acorn members don't need to know

anything more about how we do things.

They got background data on all of us in case shit goes down.

Except for you.

You're my, uh, "break the glass in case of fire."

So I need you to be able to move in silence.

-Copy that.

-Alright. I already briefed the Cleaner.

He's gonna pick up the talent at 8:00.

Then it's game on.

-Copy that.

The fucking Simpsons.

-Yeah, I'm on my way to the date with...

Oh, no! I was supposed to go out with you tonight.

I'm sorry. I completely forgot.

You know, I haven't been on a date in a year,

and he finally asked me out.

The guy I've been talking to online, yes.

Okay, how about this? How about lunch on me tomorrow?

Perfect.

Uh-huh. Yes. I'll drop my pin.

Yeah, and he also got me a driver.

I'm in an Uber right now. Yeah.

I don't want to be rude.

Alrighty. I'll talk to you later.

I'll let you know how it goes.

Alright. Bye. I love you.

-You know, they say 'cause you're so far up,

you might see some coyotes.

Wildlife.

Maybe even a mountain lion.

-Whoa.

Kind of reminds you of Afghanistan.

-Okay. Well...

I guess it's all about perspective, isn't it?

-I guess.

How much further?

-Oh...

Almost there.

Just, uh...

...right up here.

Let's see what we got.

Alright. We got access.

-How much longer are you driving tonight?

-Hm.

Well...

you're the last one.

After you, I'm done for the night.

-Nice.

Is this the house?

-Mm-hmm.

-This...is...it.

Make sure you take care of yourself tonight.

Have a good time.

-Okay.

We're here. Goodbye.

Nice house.

-Thank you.

It's a little something I like to call home.

"Little"?

-May I?

-Thank you. Such a gentleman.

-I'm happy you decided to come out here

and kick it with me for a minute.

-Mm, better than us spending this Saturday

chatting online the entire night.

-I agree.

After you.

-Ahh.

Your home is beautiful.

-Thank you.

Better to be comfortable in life, right?

-Mm-hmm.

-To the left is the lounge.

-Oh, wow.

This artwork is incredible.

-Yeah. That actually was done

by some extremely gifted young brothers and sisters.

-Beautiful.

Oh, my.

Look at that pool.

-Not bad, huh?

-Yes.

-May I?

-Absolutely.

-Please, make yourself comfortable.

Can I, um, get you a drink?

-Sure. Um... Do you have any wine?

Of course.

Red or white? -White.

-Coming right up. -Thanks.

-What do you think?

-It's different.

Yeah, it's, uh...

my one and only attempt at a painting.

-Really?

-Yeah.

-Not too shabby.

Ahh.

That's a good choice.

That is a good choice.

-♪ Boy, give it to me ♪ -Ahh!

I love this song.

-Do you? -Yes.

Are we gonna still go for that swim you talked about?

-♪ Give it to me ♪

-I said you could. Remember?

- Yes. - I remember.

By the look of your nail polish, onyx must be in season.

-Yeah. I do what I want.

-This is strong stuff.

-Only the best. -What is it?

-Marquis de Laguiche.

-Marquis de Laguiche.

-Yeah, been saving it for a special occasion.

-Oh, a special occasion, huh?

-Absolutely.

-Oh, you must say this to every girl that you meet online.

-Maybe. -Mm.

I mean, you must get so lonely living up here

all by yourself, no neighbors.

-I mean, I like my privacy.

Besides, I have you to talk to.

You have an answer to every question.

-You have a lot of questions.

-Ah. Fair enough.

-So, do you normally go over to men's houses you met online?

-Only the ones I know I can handle.

-Really?

-Don't test me.

I'm not the girl you may think I am.

-What kind of girl are you?

-Let's just say I'm a survivor.

-Okay, Beyoncé. A survivor of what?

-I'm a Marine. I can handle myself.

-Where were you deployed? -Oh...

No more questions, remember?

-Yes, ma'am.

Pssh, I don't really need to say nothing else, anyway.

Yep.

-You -- You want me.

-Yes, I do. -You do?

-Oh, oh! -Oh, shit.

-I'm -- I'm so sorry.

-Yeah, it's -- it's okay.

-I'm never this clumsy. Do you have any towels?

-Yeah, I do. I do.

-Um, let's just look at it as a break in the action.

-Yeah, you know, ill-advised time-out.

I got you. I'll get something.

♪ Give it to me ♪

♪ You put me in the mood every time you do ♪

♪ What you do ♪ -♪ Boy, give it to me ♪

-Mm. Damn, okay.

Okay.

Damn, bae.

-Feisty, huh? -Ahh.

The Jacuzzi feels amazing.

-Yeah. You look good in it.

Thank you.

Are you gonna get in? -Nah.

I'm enjoying the view.

-Oh, so why don't you go get your swim trunks?

-I said you could get in.

-Mm. -Not me.

-Fair enough.

Okay.

How about we play a game?

You have five minutes

to go inside...

and find me.

-You want to play games? Okay.

-Operation Catch Me If You Can.

-I like playing games.

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

Wolf's on the hunt, baby.

And he hungry.

Okay.

Yeah, that's what we about to do, huh?

Okay.

If that's what you want, I'm on the way.

Mm.

What?

Everything okay?

-All I can say is damn.

Good.

-Anything this fine...

...make a nigga want to join the Army.

-The Marines.

-Fuck around in Locker B.

So, um...

Where were you deployed? -Mnh-mnh.

-Middle East? -Mnh-mnh.

We said no more questions, right?

-Yeah, I'm just, you know... I'm just curious.

-You're just curious, or you're being intrusive?

-I'm just curious.

-Okay.

Um, yes.

I went to Afghanistan,

and it was not fun.

-Did you kill anybody?

-It was a bad place. Just use your imagination.

-I take that as a yes.

-Um, okay. Enough.

Can we -- Can we --

Can we just talk about something else, please?

-Mm.

Wanna talk about another round?

Another round?

You couldn't even last the first.

-Shit, it's half-time.

Shit, I'm just getting started.

-Nope. Nope. Mnh-mnh. -What you mean "no"?

I'm just getting started.

-No... -What you talking about?

What you mean "no," girl? Hm?

Hm?

My shirt look good on you.

-Like it?

-I think I like what's underneath it better.

You're such a bad boy.

-You have no idea.

-I actually think I do.

Damn, girl.

-Shit. -Mm.

I knew you couldn't handle me.

-Do love a challenge, though.

-Mm, I bet you do.

-Mm.

Mm. Oh.

James? James, James!

-What's up, what's up? What's wrong?

-Th-Th-There's someone --

There's someone there watching us.

-Where?

-Th-There's someone in the house.

There's someone watching us. -Erica.

It's okay. There's nobody.

-N-No. Go look.

-Are you -- Are you serious? -I know what I saw.

-Fine.

Fine.

Wow.

-This is crazy. Yeah. This is wild.

There's nobody here.

-No, wait. I'm coming.

-Wow. See? See? -Wait. I'm -- I'm fine.

-No more drinks for you.

-Let's go.

-There's no alarms triggered.

I got cameras everywhere.

-It's just such a big house.

-I mean, as you can see, there's...

nobody in my house but you and me.

It's like, it's nobody here.

-I don't know.

M-Maybe it's just my PTSD bothering me.

-Ah, I hear what you saying, but it's fine, bae.

Like, I don't want you to leave.

-I usually don't stay out, you know.

I usually sleep at home, so...

-What are you saying? -I think I should go home.

-I'm gonna make sure you're okay.

Nobody gonna hurt you, I promise you.

I don't want you to leave.

-I mean, it is kind of late, and, uh...

it's a couple hours till the morning.

-It's super late.

Stay over here, you know.

Take a little nap, breakfast in bed,

something sexy like that.

-Mm. You're so sweet.

-Come on, now.

-Okay.

-Wit'cha little fine ass. You want some?

-Thank you. -Drink it up, girl.

Drink it up, girl.

-Not till tomorrow.

-What the fuck?

-Erica, I'm -- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I promise you, I'm gonna get us out of here.

I promise you, I'll get us out of here.

I should've listened to you.

Fuck!

-Who the fuck are you?!

What the fuck? The fuck is going on?

What the fuck is going on? What the fuck?!

What do you want?

Hm?

What do you want? Talk to me!

-Erica, I'm sorry. I'm -- I'm s--

What the fuck? Aah!

-What the fuck do you want? What you want, hm?

You want money? I got money.

I have money. I got money.

We can get you money. Just leave us alone.

We can get you money. I can get you money.

Please, leave her alone.

Leave her alone! Please, leave her alone!

Leave her alone!

-I'm sorry, Erica. I'm sorry.

Fuck, I'm sorry.

-Don't hurt her. Please don't hurt her.

Please don't hurt her, please. Please don't hurt her.

Please.

Stop. Stop! Stop!

Look at me!

Look at me!

Stop. Stop...

Stop it!

What the fuck... What the fuck you doing?

What the fuck?

What the fuck? Who the fuck are you?

Who the fuck are you? What the fuck are you doing?

Who the fuck are you?

-No. Leave me alone. Leave me alone. Leave me alone.

Leave me alone!

-James?

James, James, James. Wake up, wake up, wake up!

-Where...Where are...

-James, where the hell are we?

-I think we're in the basement. -In your basement?

Why the hell is this person doing this to us?

This doesn't -- This doesn't make sense.

-I don't know. I don't fucking know.

-Do you know them? -No, I don't fucking know them.

Why would I do this to myself?

-I mean, I mean, you must've pissed somebody off.

-You must've pissed somebody off.

The fuck? Ain't pissed nobody off.

Not to do some shit like this.

-Fuck. -Y-Your security system.

What about all your fucking cameras?

-They must've hacked it.

Hacked it.

-Listen, Erica...

I didn't set you up to get tortured.

We just gotta stick --

-Shh, shh! Wait, wait.

Listen, listen, listen, listen. Shh, shh, shh!

Do you hear that?

Oh, my God.

-Here we go.

-What the hell do you want from us, hm?

-Anything you want, you got it. What do you want?

-Oh, God. Oh...

-James! James!

-I believe that's worthy of a bonus, gentlemen.

What do you think?

-Fall out. Get help! You get help!

Get help.

Shit, shit!

Shit! Shit!

Fuck! Oh, fuck!

-Erica!

-James!

James, James.

James.

Meet my wife Kris.

Ahh!

Welcome to our game, babe.

But there are a few rules to our game.

Really simple, though.

You...

...should run...

...and hide, bitch.

Aah! Shit! Ugh!

-James! Are you alright?

-Yeah.

That bitch is dead.

-The fuck?

-Erica!

Come out, bitch!

-Think we should split up?

-Nah, man. Nah.

Who's behind door number one?

I wonder if it's G.I. Joe Ho.

You bitch!

-Okay. -Fucking bitch.

-James.

James!

She stole my jeans!

Those are fucking $700 jeans.

-What?

-$700 jeans, James.

This bitch is dead. Do you understand me?

-Where is she?

-Ain't nowhere she could go. She can't escape.

-But she escaped already, with you, before.

And she smashed my $800 vase on the floor, James.

Who is this bitch?

-She's nobody special.

There's nothing to know about her.

-So she didn't tell you anything about herself?

-I mean, she... I mean, she ain't say nothing,

but, I mean, she said she was a vet.

But that was like five drinks in.

The fuck is you walking away all crazy for?

What's wrong with you?

-A vet? -Time out.

You the one that untied her and let her go.

-We do that with everyone, James.

It's not my fault that you pick some Army bitch to bring home.

What the fuck?!

-Army bitch?

-I have to check her online profile myself

to see what we actually got ourselves into.

-What are you doing?

What are you doing? -Hm?

-We in this together, right? Together. Me and you.

We a team, baby. Let's not forget that, hm?

This is our game. Let's not forget that, baby.

It's our game. -Mm.

-Our rules, not hers.

She wanna play, she can play. Cool.

But it's a game she can't win. She cannot win.

-You're right.

This is our game, our house, our rules.

Yeah.

-Let's go get our prize.

-Let's go get our prize.

- Mm. - We'll see.

But I am not chasing this bitch

around this big ass house anymore.

It's time for me to bend the rules a little bit.

-Oh, you trying to cheat now.

You tryna play dirty.

-Watcher.

-James.

How's Team Alpha?

-You know, we still in the game, so...

everything's good.

-Absolutely.

There you go. -Thank you.

Mm.

Yeah.

Good.

Number 12.

We halfway there.

-Mm-hmm.

-That's Miss Liberty.

Substitute teacher, struggling to make ends meet.

It's an easy one.

-What makes her so easy?

Is it her finances?

-That, and her ex-boyfriend

got one of her co-workers knocked up.

-Really?

-These people talk all their stuff online, man.

-What's Marjorie's story?

-Miss Livingston.

Moved to L.A. from Pittsburgh

to, uh, be an actress.

Looking for a sugar daddy. You know those type.

They don't like waiting tables for long, so...

-Where does she work at?

-Mel's Diner up in Hollywood.

Another easy one.

-Who said I want easy?

-Easy is fast.

Remember the rules of the game.

-Yeah.

First one to 26.

-Yeah.

The more entertaining the night is,

the more generous Acorn members seem to be.

-Well, I mean, I can speak for my wife

when I say we want it all.

-Mm.

Erica Lee.

Former marine.

Spent time in, uh, the Middle East.

-Okay, now.

-Yeah, based off her posts online,

let's just say she's, uh...

looking to let her hair down.

Okay.

Miss Erica's trying to relieve a little stress.

-She can be an easy one-night stand.

Especially with these.

-What's this?

-LSD.

Team Charlie had great results with those on number 11.

-Okay.

-It's only fair we share with the rest of the other teams.

Just make sure, whatever girl you get to come over,

drop one of those in their, uh, beverage of choice.

Good luck, Team Alpha.

-We won't need it.

-Shit.

-Who the fuck are these people?

Three missing women...

Mm.

Who are you? What do you want from me?

No...

No. No!

-Sit your fucking ass down.

-It says, "Th-Three strikes and you're out."

What -- What does that mean?

I don't understand.

"What is tomorrow?"

What is tomorrow? I don't...

I don't know what tomorrow is!

I don't know what any of this is!

Please, I'm begging you.

Please, just... If -- If I -- If I --

If I read it, will you just let me go?

Can I go then?

What is tomorrow?

What?

My anniversary?

But we're having problems. We're in counseling.

We're separated right now.

I-I don't know what it is you want from me.

Please, c-can I just see James? Can you get James?

No. Why?

Why?

Why are you doing this?!

-"So why are you here?"

I'm here to see James. We're friends.

We -- We met a couple months ago online.

That's it. I swear!

I don't know what any of this is about.

I-I just met him. Please!

Please, I just want to go home.

I promise I won't tell anybody anything. Please.

Please, let me go home.

No.

Please, just let me go home.

"Do you know me?"

I don't... I don't know who this is.

Who is she?

"I have an anniversary gift for you"?

No. No.

No!

-Did you enjoy fucking my husband, Dawn?

-Please...

Didn't know he was your husband.

Please. I didn't know.

-Yeah, but you...

You're married too, aren't you?

- I have two kids. - Please, I have two kids.

Not anymore, Dawn.

No. No.

-Now, we can do this one of two ways.

We can do this the fast way or the slow way.

Now, which way do you prefer, Dawn?

I'm sorry.

-Shh!

-N-N-No! No!

-Wrong fucking answer, bitch.

- No, no no! - Please! Stop!

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

What the fuck?

No, no, no, no, no, no.

-Hm.

Look what I found.

You can creep around all night. There's no escape.

As you can see from the photos, you're not the first.

However, you should be very proud

'cause nobody else has made it this far.

-Stay the fuck away from me!

-Come on, Erica.

Shit. Game's just getting started.

Oh! You want another round, huh?

That'd be nice. We could try some new shit.

Aah!

-Fuck!

Fuck!

Aah!

Fuck!

Erica!

-James!

James?

-Did you guys see that? She fucked up.

Oh, shit!

-Erica.

Erica.

Erica.

Come on, bitch.

James!

-It's okay, baby. I'm coming.

Shit, babe. Let me see. Let me see.

-I cannot fucking see, James!

-Here, we gotta flush it out. Come on.

Come on. Come on.

-Okay. Wait.

Okay. -Shh. It's okay, baby.

-Where is she?

-You cut her, didn't you?

-Fuck! Okay, okay.

-I got you.

-Ah!

-Let's go get this bitch.

-What the fuck, James?

I knew I shouldn't have let you choose this one on your own.

-On my own? -Fuck! If she escapes...

-She can't escape, Kristi.

It's a secure compound. It's impossible to escape.

What don't you understand?

-What don't you understand about

I looked up her profile and she's a fucking Marine vet, huh?

They're trained to kill people.

-Have you not killed people? -You know that, right?

You know that, right?

-Have we not killed people, Kristi?

Have you not killed people, Kristi?

I don't give a fuck about no military, no Marines,

or none of that shit.

-Fuck the Marines. Fuck the Army. Fuck the Navy.

-You know what, James? I cannot believe

that you have us in this position right now.

-Me? All this shit is because of me?

-Well, you picked her.

-Did you pick number nine? Did you forget about that one?

-You know number nine was different.

-How was she different? 'Cause she beat your ass?

-She didn't beat my ass. I tripped, and you know it.

-Fuck you. You know that? -Fuck you, Kristi.

-Because right now, this bitch is beating both of our asses,

and she's God knows where in this fucking house.

-You know why she's God knows where, Kristi?

'Cause you left the fucking doors open.

-Really, James? -Really, Kristi.

It's true. You left the fucking doors open,

and now we can't find this bitch.

Lost for words?

You ain't got shit to say for once in your life?

-She can't escape, right? That's what you said, hm?

Right?

So we should be good.

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go.

Ugh!

-Okay, so we have a developing situation here.

-I'm listening.

-So, the talent is having flashbacks from the war

or some shit, I don't fucking know,

but she's stalking Team Alpha now.

-What?

-Yeah. Alpha's slipping.

-Yeah, they were slipping before,

and it was almost a wrap for them.

-They were definitely sloppy with number nine.

As you know, I don't give a fuck about any of these teams

or the talent. The rules are simple.

A to Z, 1 to 26 by sunrise.

-None of them are gonna fuck this bag up for us.

What do you need? -I need you to head over.

Park right around the corner from the front gate.

On Sycamore Road. Okay?

If the Cleaner has any issues at all -- any--

I might not be able to leave to call you.

We don't want to alarm the investors,

but the Boss will call you.

-Copy that. I mean, as long as the members are good.

I remember you saying a few of them get a little antsy.

-Yeah, I mean, you can't blame them, right?

Everybody's safe in the dark web.

Complete anonymity. That's why they're here.

But all hell could break loose

if there's any type of identity leak.

We don't need that, and they don't want that.

-Copy that.

-Alright. I gotta head back to the Zoom.

...I don't give a fuck how long it takes.

We have to find her.

How many times did you do this?

And here you go, trying to change it,

make it different.

Don't make shit different, Kristi.

God damn! Like, don't make it new.

This isn't fucking fashion.

We don't need -- We don't -- Fuck!

You keep tryna change shit.

We don't need -- we don't need this year's killing.

This is not fucking Louis Vuitton. Like, God damn!

Like, you know what this is! You know what this is.

Damn.

I don't know if you really calculating

what the fuck is going on with this shit.

We don't get paid if we don't kill this bitch.

Acorn not just about to wire us the money 'cause we tried.

No fucking "trying" with this.

We have to find her.

-Well, what about Acorn? -What about 'em?

-I mean, if we don't score a kill,

they're gonna kill us.

-Fuck is you so scary? We have to focus.

You see all these cameras around this motherfucker?

-Who is it?

-It's the Cleaner.

-What did he say?

-Want to know if it's time.

-What'd you tell him? -I told him no.

What the fuck else I'mma tell him?

Told him to text me back in a little bit.

Now let's get this bitch, please.

I'm tired of arguing with you, babe.

I'm tired of playing fucking games.

The fuck? You leave the stove on?

-No. -Open the door, man.

She's setting them up.

Uh, the Marines.

-Erica!

Fuck!

-Look what the cat dragged in.

-Fuck you.

-You're no longer polite.

-So, this is what you and your wife do?

Lure innocent women in your home, torture them,

for a game?

Whore ass bitch. Slut.

-You got to wait for that.

-You have video, Mr. Pennington.

-We're getting a bit concerned over here.

She's not going to escape, is she?

-That's a negative.

-If she kills the wife, what happens then?

-As you are already aware, Mr. Pennington,

the Cleaner is just five minutes away.

-What if the Cleaner fails, too?

That's never happened.

You've met your fucking match.

-Come on out, bitch!

-Fuck.

-Pick up the phone. Pick up the phone.

Pick up the fucking phone!

-Hello. Please leave your message after the tone.

-Yeah.

-Okay, we got a code red on the set.

The talent killed Team Alpha, and the Cleaner is in danger.

I need you, like, already there.

-Copy that.

-Hey.

-Fucker.

-Do you have sunscreen in your closet?

-Excuse me?

-Well, it's hot where you are now.

88 degrees, to be exact.

Do you think this is the only thing I am watching?

Failure is a terrible thing.

Do you have pets?

-Yes.

-I have a dog. His name's Samuel.

Uh, he's named after Samuel Clemens.

Great man.

He had a brother, and I trained them both together.

I trained them myself.

Unfortunately, his brother just couldn't figure it out,

and he failed.

He's buried in my backyard under my wife's bougainvillea.

We have big yards in Texas.

Perhaps one day you'll come for a visit.

-Finisher.

Let's put our investor's mind at ease now.

The talent was great. She stole the show.

But it's time now.

Do what you do.

-♪ Night games, night games ♪

♪ Gotta stay alive playing night games ♪

-♪ Playing night games ♪

-♪ Unh, trust nobody ♪ -♪ No one ♪

-♪ Love could be they hobby ♪

♪ They might drop you, don't get bodied ♪

♪ Playing night games ♪

♪ They might never find your body ♪

♪ How you gon' survive? ♪

♪ You was on a dinner date, now you on Fox 5 ♪

♪ You ain't even know the stakes ♪

♪ Shit is rare, but you gotta stay ♪

♪ Ready, no mistakes ♪

♪ 'Fore you end up in the air ♪

♪ Or the bottom of the lake ♪

♪ Dead weight, need a life save ♪

♪ Better keep your guard up, elevate ♪

♪ Surviving the night ♪

♪ Kill or you die ♪

♪ It's nowhere to hide ♪

♪ Fight for your life ♪

♪ Forget what you thought ♪

♪ Everything is a lie ♪

♪ Surviving the night ♪

♪ Gotta survive ♪

♪ I'm done with these night games ♪

♪ Night games ♪

♪ Gotta stay alive playing night games ♪

♪ Done with these night games ♪

♪ Oh, gotta stay alive playing night games ♪

♪ Unh, caught me slipping like some black ice ♪

♪ Now I'm blacked out ♪

♪ Wake up with a duffel bag mask ♪

♪ Hands tied down, I don't know how ♪

♪ But I don't got time to be worried about it ♪

♪ Only thing on my mind is escaping ♪

♪ Am I fully surrounded? ♪

♪ They rip the bag off ♪

♪ Panic room with dim lights, I'm seeing shadows ♪

♪ My heart beating too fast, though ♪

♪ All I hear is whispers behind me ♪

♪ I'm smelling gas, so ♪

♪ Lean footsteps sound heavy stepping on glass ♪

-♪ Oh, no ♪

-♪ How did I get myself into this? ♪

♪ How do I get myself out this shit? ♪

♪ Gotta stay composed like I'm Ludwig ♪

♪ Gotta find a way out, I'm all in ♪

♪ Surviving the night ♪

♪ Kill or you die ♪

♪ It's nowhere to hide ♪

♪ Fight for your life ♪

♪ Forget what you thought ♪

♪ Everything is a lie ♪

♪ Surviving the night ♪

♪ Gotta survive ♪

♪ I'm done with these night games ♪

♪ Night games ♪

♪ Gotta stay alive playing night games ♪

♪ Done with these night games ♪

♪ Whoa, gotta stay alive playing night games ♪

-♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ How did I get myself into this? ♪

♪ How do I get myself out this shit? ♪

♪ Gotta stay composed like I'm Ludwig ♪

♪ Gotta find a way out, I'm all in ♪

♪ Surviving the night ♪

♪ Kill or you die ♪

♪ It's nowhere to hide ♪

♪ Fight for your life ♪

♪ Forget what you thought ♪

♪ Everything is a lie ♪

♪ Surviving the night ♪

♪ Gotta survive ♪

♪ I'm done with these night games ♪

♪ Night games ♪

♪ Gotta stay alive playing night games ♪

♪ Done with these night games ♪

♪ Whoa, gotta stay alive playing night games ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ How did I get myself into this? ♪

♪ How do I get myself out this shit? ♪

♪ Gotta stay composed like I'm Ludwig ♪

♪ Gotta find a way out, I'm all in ♪