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- Ah, sorry.

- Ma'am, that's tea.

- Shoot, um, I'll go get you a new one, sorry.

- Ma'am, I asked for this with no onions.

- Sorry, um, I'll have them make you a new one.

Keep that plate. I'll just get another plate.

- I don't understand why you can't just admit it.

Admit what? I wasn't doing anything.

Don't be crazy.

- Don't gaslight me. I'm not crazy.

I saw you ogling that cashier.

Every time she came around,

you were burning a hole through her with your eyes.

You don't get it.

I, I just want you to acknowledge it.

- I'm sorry. I really don't wanna fight with you.

- I'm sorry is not an acknowledgement

of what I'm asking you.

Hello? Are you gonna say something?

- It's here. - What is?

- It came, son of a bitch.

Ah, give it here.

- Yeah, hurry and open it, man, 'cause we really need this.

Then we need this score to cover this short, man, fuck.

- Hey, Mo, can I get no onions on that enchilada for two?

I'm sorry. I thought I'd said that the first time.

- You did. I just don't give a shit.

- Mo.

- I'm just kidding, three minutes.

- Thanks.

- How's your dad?

- Better, actually.

Yeah, he's, uh, standing up on his own now.

Once he can take himself to the bathroom on his own,

that's when we'll know he actually wants to live.

Yeah, hopefully, at this rate, though,

I'll be able to go back to school next semester.

- Hooker?

- Chemical engineer.

- Oh, fancy hooker.

- Dick.

Hey, uh, is there anything for me?

- I didn't look.

What'd your doc say about your headaches?

- Another concussion.

Anymore, and I will have irreparable brain damage.

- I guess you better not be in another drunk driver's path.

- I know, right?

It's here.

- The acceptance letter for the night out, we're in.

- The contest?

- Cha-ching million bucks, Europe, here we come.

- Do we have flashlights? - Flashlights?

- Yeah, you always pack a fucking flashlight

when you go to haunted places like this.

- Yeah. - You never know.

- This is gonna be epic!

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- Yes. - Fuck yeah.

♪ Just fade away ♪

Welcome to the Val Verde.

- Thank you, is this where we check in?

- Have a seat.

Someone will be down to explain everything

to you once everybody arrives.

- Uh, can I get a drink?

- In a minute.

♪ I surrender ♪

♪ To the current ♪

♪ Let the water pull me in ♪

♪ Oh, promise ♪

- Hello, Page.

Goodbye, Page.

- Kids these days, they don't say much, do they?

How about that drink, man?

- I said in a minute. We gotta wait for the boss.

- Fucking right.

Yo, Vinny, baby, how you doing?

Ah, sorry, nope.

Did not mean to call ya that.

- Uh, this could be interesting.

- Yep, at the hotel now, it's a done deal.

Yeah, no, no, no, please, yep,

please tell 'em it's a, it's done.

Uh, uh, I'll have the money tomorrow.

Hello.

Fuck you.

What's up? Steven.

- So?

- Oh, shit, you're Devante Parker.

Dude, you had a huge contract with Miami

and then killed that family.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, I didn't kill anybody, all right?

- Dude, that's gotta suck, man.

You really fucked the dog on that one.

Damn. - You know what?

I'll be back in the league in two years, right?

Suspension, so I'll still be wealthy and successful.

You'll still be broke and looking like that.

This is just a money grab for me in the off season.

- All right. - Yeah, remember that.

Tried to be humble. - Sensitive.

- Start that bullshit.

- What's up?

- Good afternoon, contestants and guests.

I'm Charles, your host.

- Cell phones, right now, no exceptions, no P pads,

no weird watches, nothing.

- Page, honey, have you had lunch?

- No, Dad.

- Well, let's lay off some of that soda.

- I want a drink for lunch.

- How about water?

- Ice, it's made of water.

- Yeah, I guess so.

Make yourself a sandwich.

Dusty, can I get a drink?

- Oh, I will take an Arnold Palmer, please.

- Is, uh, that it? That's the money?

- Can I see it?

- This hotel's been haunted since it was built.

The boiler exploded

and killed five workers in a horrific fire.

And the ghost was sent streaming

through the pipes into every room in this hotel.

Every few years, someone else dies,

and for the last 100 years,

no outsider has been able to spend the evening

on the anniversary of that explosion.

The ghost forces 'em out.

The night of death's gonna end,

and none of you are gonna be here.

You'll leave hysterical,

and some of you will never be the same.

- Well, unless some of us aren't bitches

and sleep like a baby.

- Bitches, huh?

- Oh, fucking relax. I didn't mean that that way.

- Oh, sure, next you're gonna start calling people pussies.

- Some of you, anyway.

- Well, if any of you're lucky enough to be here at sunrise,

this is the prize.

You'll be getting keys to your rooms,

and I suggest you use 'em.

You stay there 'cause it's in the hallways

and the calm places, that's where the problems have been.

If you leave the hotel, your prize is forfeited.

- Okay, but what if none of us leave the hotel?

What about that?

- That's never happened.

- Okay, but I understand that, but what if that does happen?

- Then the prize would be equally distributed

amongst the survivors.

- So what do you get out of this?

- We get to watch you piss yourselves

before you die.

Last chance.

- Just give me my room key, man.

- We will all be leaving after dinner.

We don't dare stick around

once everything starts to get freaky.

- It's freaky.

- So what do you guys think?

- What, like, a bunch of spooky noises

and holograms are gonna scare us off?

- Have you guys ever heard of anyone actually doing this?

- Not that I heard of.

I found out about this a year ago when it said,

10 years running, no one could stay all night.

- Well, did anyone say what scared everyone off?

- Not that I read.

- Well, what about the money? How come it's not 100,000?

How come it's a million now?

- Well, it keeps growing year after year.

Nobody's winning.

- And where did it come from?

- Trust fund or something,

um, maybe "Brewster's Millions."

- Oh, like "Brewster's Millions"?

- But people end up in the hospital.

- You're not gonna hear about a trust

or what forced anybody out

'cause everyone signs a nondisclosure agreement, right?

Which means if you tell what happens here,

you gotta pay a million dollars.

You got that, Steven?

- So this guy's just fine with six strangers

cruising his joint all night with a million bucks upstairs?

- Okay, look, we only have to be in our room

until the sun comes up.

Come on, lover. Let's go lock the door and talk

about how we're gonna spend our money.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, pump the brakes.

You guys are a fucking couple?

How the hell did you both get in?

I had to wait three years to get in on this deal.

- We just applied and got approved like everyone else.

- That is gonna be fucking hot, though. Am I right?

- You're fucking sick. - Need that bottle.

- Cool.

- If there are cameras in here, they're hidden well.

- Anyone in here?

- Is that the toilet? - Yeah.

- Did you check for cameras?

- Um, yeah, but I, I didn't find anything.

- How well did you check?

- I, I think pretty well.

I don't know. I would just check for myself.

- Okay, I'll risk it.

- Good luck.

- Is there space between your finger

and your reflection in a two-way mirror?

- Uh, space, I think.

- Are you sure?

- No, space means it's a real mirror.

- Are you sure?

- I don't know. I'm sorry.

Uh, just cover yourself up. I'm sure it's not the first time

some creep's watched you pee.

- Are you back there watching me, you creep?

Do you like that? Are you a dirty little freak?

I hope you are watching, you pig.

Well, I hope you liked that.

I'm charging you a million bucks for that show.

Oh, shit, you scared me.

- Who were you talking to?

- I was just messing with the creep that might be watching.

- Pig.

- You're the one sneaking around.

- Well, maybe we should give him a little show of our own.

- Who's being gross now?

- I might be. Are you saying you're not interested?

- Oh, I'm always interested. - Ooh.

Oh.

- What people do for money.

7:00.

Mm.

- Hey.

- Jesus.

Fuck.

Who is it?

Jesus Christ.

All right, listen. I don't scare that easy.

So beat it.

Jesus.

Ah, ah, uh, help!

Help!

- What was that?

- It's starting.

- What is?

- They're trying to scare us, right?

- Well, let's cover the noise with some screaming.

- Help!

- What the hell did you do?

- Nothing, I just opened the door

and, and just, just found her like this.

- I heard you yelling. What did you do to her?

- Nothing! Just shut the fuck up, lady.

- Somebody help!

There's a girl that's been killed.

- Yo, what's going on?

- That girl, she's dead.

- Hold on.

So, what, should we call the police?

- With what phone?

- Oh, my.

- It's just a part of the game.

- No, I heard them fighting. He killed her.

- Oh, my God, I did not.

I just opened the door to this.

Oh, fuck.

Now what?

- More of the plan. - Oh.

- I can't see shit.

- Somebody get a light on before he kills us all.

- Ah, you're insane, woman.

Stop. Quit, quit your yapping.

- Come back to bed, lover.

Let the others worry about the fucking game.

What the fuck is that?

- I didn't see anything. - Babe, you didn't see?

- How did they get in with the door locked?

- How did they get out without unlocking the door?

- Where the fuck did she go?

- Open the door.

- You open the door, football.

- I'll open the door, you cowards.

- It stops right here.

There's no body.

- Fake fucking shit.

- Wait, do you think this is staged?

- Do you think it's staged?

- Damn, bro, they're doing too much.

Think I'm gonna call it quits.

I'm gonna get Charles.

- You're one to talk about knowing when to call it quits.

- Show me the money, baby.

Hiding the gold in the basement, eh?

- Bro, your phone sounds horrible right now, man,

like you're some kind of a fucking robot or something.

- I can hear you.

Hey, just wanted to let you know

that the kids are where your wife left them.

Just like you said, I'll check on them in a bit.

- No way.

I fucking knew it, man.

My wife has her shit together.

All right, let me know. - I will.

There's a lot of crazy shit going on here,

screaming like a bunch of kids, lights turning off.

- Yeah, just be careful.

- Hey, yo, Charles.

Charles.

Hey, man, where's Charles?

- There, there's a dead body downstairs.

- Did you hear what she said? What's going on, man?

Stop standing there looking stupid, man. Do something.

- Gross.

- Oh, this part of the game, right?

Hey, can you get Charles, please?

Hey, Charles!

Weirdo.

- Let's just go see if he's at the bar downstairs.

- All right.

Yeah, see, that's why people like Dusty get smacked.

Before the contract, I woulda smacked the shit outta that...

- Where were you guys?

- Someone was dead at Steven's door.

- What? - Wait, wait, wait.

I'm not saying all that.

That girl Page, it looked like she was dead.

She was laying there for one minute.

Then she disappeared. Steven thinks it's a hoax.

- Okay, but Steven was fighting with her in the hall,

like, right before that, so he could just be covering.

- Well, we just saw someone in our room

when the light turned off.

- Wait, what? Just now?

- Yeah, like, a few minutes ago.

- You see who it was?

- No, but we're gonna go find Charles.

We were gonna go do that, too. Just come with us.

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

What you looking at me like that for?

- I don't trust you. - What's wrong with you?

- The hell? The fuck is that?

- Uh, uh, I think it's just a reflection

on the glass from that lamp.

- That's not a reflection.

There's a, a shadow being cast in the hallway.

- No, someone is definitely back there.

- Uh, Charles, is that you?

Charles?

- Can't find any switches.

- Yeah, well, it's, it's the breaker.

The switches are already on.

- Yo. - There.

- Was somebody else doing what you just did?

- Yeah, they probably just broke out

before our eyes adjusted,

sick motherfuckers playing that game.

- Are you gonna go check it out?

- Oh, me, why, 'cause I'm a man?

No, I'm a feminist, too, so right after you, young lady.

- I'll go, you chicken.

- I'll come with.

- I'll be here getting a drink.

Enjoy yourselves.

- What the fuck? - Oh.

- Get up!

Damn. - I'm sorry, please, no.

- Parker? Parker.

- Look. - Oh, my God.

- Blood.

- Here you go. I'm gonna...

- Okay.

- I wouldn't do that if I was you.

- What?

- You go outside. You forfeit the game.

You lose.

- Okay, where's Parker? - How would I know?

- You're not going anywhere.

- Ladies, have a nice evening. I'll see you in the morning.

- Where are you going? You have to call the police.

- Okay, that's it.

I'm waiting the rest of this out in my room.

- Yeah, I think we should, too. Come on.

- Hey.

Hey!

Hey!

Let me outta here!

Help!

Let me out! Fuck this game!

Let me outta here!

Okay, okay, okay, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Okay, okay.

Okay, you got it. You got it, okay.

- Shit.

Shit!

Dammit! Let me in.

I wasn't leaving, you son of a bitch!

This is bullshit! Fuck you!

Let me in!

This is bullshit. Fuck you!

Let me in! Fuck you!

Let me in, you son of a bitch!

Hey! What are you doing?

- Trying to get in.

- We just got a call that a homeless man

has been breaking down the door, trying to get in.

Leave, or we'll arrest you.

- I'm staying here. This is where I'm staying tonight.

- You're not staying here anymore.

Move along. I'm not gonna say it again.

- I was just in there, like, 30 seconds ago.

When did you get that call?

- Wait, is that blood on the ground?

- Shit, I'm leaving.

- Wait right there, Robert.

- How the fuck do you know my name?

- I buy stocks from your office.

- Buy fucking shit from me!

I'm a corporate broker!

- Help! I'm down here!

Help me!

- Do you really think something could be happening?

- I doubt it, but I wanna catch these idiots in the act.

I know that girl's in on it, but Parker,

could he be an actor?

Do we care?

- Okay, okay, wait.

Okay, I quit, I'll quit.

- One drop per fluid ounce of chlorine.

One drop per fluid ounce of chlorine.

Fuck it.

That ought to clear the place out.

And then I cash in.

Uh-huh.

- Okay, what do want, you fucking pervert?

I knew it was you, Robert, you fucking sicko!

When this is done, I will crush your skull!

- Robert.

Where are you, you tedious fuck?

My fucking man.

Meathead, you in there?

Meathead.

- Is this bleach?

Must be an ammonia vial.

Guess the bearing breaks the vial,

mixes the bleach with the ammonia, creating chlorine gas.

Why the fuck would you put this in a plastic bottle?

I mean, it's not gonna bust and explode.

God, why are men so stupid?

- Hello?

- There, now we have a real chlorine gas grenade.

- Who's this?

- This is Steven. Who's this?

- Steven, how'd you get this phone?

- Well, we aren't allowed phones,

so how did Robert get it past the front door?

- Where's Robert? - Beats me.

I just found this phone in the hallway

with a bunch of other electronic shit.

- When did you see Robert last?

- I don't know, around the time we found that dead girl.

- Girl died? - Ah, probably not,

just some more bullshit to try to scare us.

Hey, uh, you want to tell me

what all this electronic gear is for,

or do I tell Charles your little plan?

- Don't show Charles.

It's not gonna end well for anybody, all right?

In 2016, he caught someone with a cell phone.

He ended the whole thing, replaced the entire guest list.

The guy with the cell phone, he sued him

for half a million dollars for breach of contract.

- Oh, I'm not losing my chance at this money.

- No, Steven, it doesn't seem

as if that would be helpful to you.

But you know what?

It does look like you're gonna have to explain

to your firm you've how been using their closing funds

to fund your gambling habit and robbing Peter to pay Paul.

It's gonna get crucified like Christ.

- And how do you know that?

- I know there's enough to see that you're an ally,

not an opponent here.

Cutting you in for half a million barely gets you

outta your mess, but it does clear your bookie,

who, may I remind you, is gonna kill you tomorrow.

- All right, what do you want from me?

- Find Robert. Help him complete his task.

We'll cut you in for 500K.

- How much is there?

- For you, half a million dollars or nothing.

- Okay, fine, but he's not in his room. I just checked.

- Well, find him.

Leave the phone in your room, though.

Have Robert call me when he turns up, all right?

- Okay, fine, but just wait, wait.

Has anyone ever died in this hotel

over the years doing this?

- No, it's all gimmicks and terrifying tricks,

lots of injuries, though,

which is why you signed all those waivers.

He's liable for none of it.

Don't get hit in the head with a brick.

- And why would you say that?

- Someone got hit in the head with a brick.

They were in a coma for a couple of years.

- Fuck.

- Is this fucking real blood?

Fuck!

- Come on please. Let me go.

Let me go. Let me go.

Help. Robert, is that you?

Help!

- Parker, are you in there?

Okay, uh, I'm in here.

- Oh, Parker, you're alive? - I'm in here.

- Oh, man, dude, fuck, fuck. - Yeah, get that.

Help me out, man. This motherfucker's trying to kill me.

- Oh, shit, man. - Yeah.

- This does not look good.

- Get me- - Does not look good.

Holy fuck, let's get out of here.

- Cut this shit over here.

Come on, man.

- Get the fuck outta here!

Your neck, man.

- Yeah, motherfucker got me in there.

Is it deep? - No, not at all.

There's fucking blood everywhere. What the fuck?

- Shit, I don't know.

I thought he cut me deep. You sure?

- No, it's not cut at all.

What the fuck is this? - Check the cops.

Somebody must have got 'em.

- They were just here a little while ago.

- They're already dead.

- It has to be part of the game, man.

- We're out the game.

We're outside. - Fuck we are, man.

- There's camera's right there.

- I don't give a fuck.

- They gotta get us, right? They gotta catch us.

- What the hell are you doing?

- What? Nothing.

You know what? I just saw that Robert fuck

going door to door listening in.

- When? - I don't know,

10 minutes ago maybe.

You guys seen him?

- Uh, no, we've been in our room all night,

ever since we left you.

- Fuck off, I heard you guys screaming in your rooms

like little kittens on fire.

- Yeah, because somebody was outside our door.

- So you saw him?

- No, and we didn't see you either.

Where are you going now?

- Lobby, gonna go try to find him.

- Good luck, we're not leaving our room

for the rest of the night.

- Fucking pussies. - Fuck you.

Go be a hero. We're here to win.

And if I catch you outside of my fucking door again,

I will smash you.

- That's assault. That's assault.

You watch it.

- What?

No.

- Yes. - No.

Be quiet, girl. You're so damn loud.

- Let him hear me. I know he's full of shit.

- Nathan?

- No clue, call it.

- Robert?

- Robert? - Who's this now?

- Why does Steven have Robert's phone?

Why, why does anyone have a phone?

- Who are you?

- Mandy. - Mandy, is Shelby with you?

- How do you know who we are?

- I'm an investigator with the US Marshal's Office.

Look, Robert's been engaged to help us with a crime.

Steven found his phone.

He's been tasked to help us find Robert.

We haven't heard from him in a couple of hours, okay?

- Okay, well, we're not looking for him,

but we'll let you know if we find him.

- Look, I need you to look for him. It's important.

- Okay, well, uh, we'll let you know if we find him.

- There's no way that wasn't an act.

- I mean, if he was drunk, it makes sense.

- I don't know. Let's just...

- What the hell was that?

- Charles just went upstairs with a sandwich.

- I knew they weren't leaving, those lying fuckers.

- I mean, the door closed, and then,

and then we heard the scream.

- 'Kay, well, did y'all hear, like, voices or anything else?

- Nothing.

- Do you think we should go upstairs and check it out?

- No, this is all, this is part

of the thing they do to scare us.

- I think I'm gonna go check it out.

If y'all don't wanna come,

y'all can at least wait for me down here.

- I'll wait, but if I hear anything,

I'm not coming guns blazing.

- I'll go with you.

- Mandy. - What?

I wanna see, and she shouldn't go alone.

So I should wait here alone?

- Well, it's just up the stairs. Just go to the landing.

So what's up with you and Parker? Do you know him?

- He hit me and my dad drunk driving.

Yeah, my dad was in the hospital for months,

and I had to drop outta school and become a waitress.

- Fuck.

- Behind you!

- What the fuck was that?

What the hell what that?

- Just some creep in a mask.

- Well, well, did you see who it was?

- No, I barely saw them when they opened the door.

- Okay, well, uh, what about the blood? Was that real?

- I mean, it's, it's all over my shoe if you wanna taste it.

- Uh, no, but I'll smell it.

- Okay.

- Okay, well, it's definitely blood,

but I don't know if it's animal or not.

- How do you know what blood smells like?

- I work in a restaurant. I'm around bloody meat a lot.

- Yeah, that is what it smells like.

- Okay, well, what do we do now?

- I think we should go back to our rooms and wait this out.

- Yeah. - Well, you can come wait

with us if you would like to.

- Mm. - What?

- We're in a contest for a million dollars

not working on a throuple.

- That's not what I meant,

but if something is actually happening,

I feel like we should stick together.

- Okay, it's fine.

We'll just, how about we listen now for each other, okay?

We'll go to separate rooms. I'm happy in my own, 'kay?

Let's go to our rooms.

- Let's go.

- Fucking garbage.

No fucking knives? You kidding me?

Okay, that'll have to do.

It's gonna be a long, long night.

- Sweet.

- What?

- Looks like he gonna be here for a while.

- Maybe there's another way in.

- No, oh, no, oh, no.

Hello.

What do we have here?

Jesus! What the...

- Let's go.

- And what happened to you? - I fell.

- The fuck, is that fucking blood?

Jesus Christ!

Ah!

Holy shithead.

- The fuck are you doing in my bar?

- What the fuck are you doing with a bottle

of blood behind the bar for me to fucking drink?

- You're not supposed to fucking be here.

put it down

before I fucking blow your head off.

- Jesus, fucking...

Wait, wait, don't shoot.

- Not gonna start killing people now, right?

- How the hell did you get a gun in here?

- I'm not who you think I am.

- Yeah, no shit. Who's Nathan, by the way?

- How do you know about Nathan?

- Well, I found your phone in your, uh, hallway.

I guess you must have dropped it, dumbass.

- I didn't drop shit, motherfucker.

All right, someone must have broken into my room.

- Whoa, whoa, stop, stop. You had your phone?

So you've been in violation. Are we out the game or not?

- I was never in the game.

- No, you're here for the safe, and by the way,

your little buddy Nathan promised to cut me in on the deal

if I found your sorry ass.

- You didn't find shit.

And I'm not cutting you into anything.

- Oh, that's cool.

I guess I'll just tell Robert

about your little plan then,

and we'll all get disqualified.

- Who has the fucking gun here?

Now let's pick this fucker up, tie him to a chair,

and I'm gonna go get my fucking money.

- Okay, so where's the money?

- It's in the basement.

- I'll wait for you here. I'm not going to the basement.

That killer or whatever is down there is down there.

- That was the boiler room.

- Boiler room, basement, it's all the same thing.

It goes up under this whole hotel.

- Are you kidding me? Fuck.

- Well, let's go get that money then, shall we?

- You know what, guys? Um, I'ma just go home.

Y'all, y'all got it, all right?

- Oh, just...

- I'll cut you in.

It's a story to tell, lotta money.

- All right.

- Cool, you guys knock yourselves out.

I just got my ass kicked.

- All right, here we go, here we go.

Here we go, here we go.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, what do we have here?

Holy shit.

- You fucking pervert, you've been watching the whole time.

- That creepy fucking weirdo.

- That's the motherfucker who cut my throat.

- Yo, yo, yo, wait up.

- Yo, miss lady.

Ma'am, ma'am.

Wake up.

There's someone in your room, ma'am.

Wake up, yo, wake up, wake up.

- What? - Okay, look.

I'm sorry to bother you but,

there's someone or something in your place.

I saw it on Dusty's camera.

- What are you trying to pull here?

Are you drunk again or something?

- Okay, no, I'm not drunk, and I, let me just say this

'cause I know nothing that I do say is gonna matter to you.

I know that, and it shouldn't,

and I know you hate me right now, and you should

'cause I would hate you, but I am truly sorry

for the pain I caused you and your dad

because of that accident.

- Accident? - Yes.

- An accident is something that can't be prevented.

My dad was in the hospital for months.

He almost died. - I'm sorry.

- Let alone both of my legs got broken.

- And look, I know there's something I could do

to make that right.

I know that, but I promise you,

when I win this competition,

I'll give you half of it, or I'll help you get it.

I promise you that, 'kay?

- Well, there's no time for that.

- No, no, we don't 'cause someone is really in your place.

They've been in it. Let me just, let me just show you.

- Wake up, motherfucker.

- Yo, Robert, get up here.

- Okay, what is going on here?

- There was a camera in this wall.

I think it was right here.

- Wait a second. How do you know that?

- 'Cause Dusty's been spying on you.

There's a lot of shit going on,

so we got him tied up downstairs.

Now his phone fell out, and there was a video

of you sleeping right now.

- Yeah, super creepy guy standing over you.

I guess they yanked the camera out of the wall.

- Same guy that, that got after me.

- Okay, wait. Hold on a second.

How did somebody even get in here?

I mean, I had the door shut. I had it locked.

I even had a freaking chair under the knob.

- Trap door maybe.

- Okay, I'm definitely not staying in this room then,

And I don't trust any of you.

- And you're okay, so let's go.

- Yeah. - Are you sure?

- Go.

- All right, I mean, okay.

- What the fuck?

Wait, wasn't he, what the fuck?

- Son of a bitch.

- That's that bullshit.

Fuck that. I'm out.

- Yo, dude, dude. - You can have the money, man.

I'm out.

- Ah, you see?

- How am I gonna find the fucking safe?

- Why don't you call your buddy Nathan?

I'm sure he's got some answers for ya.

- Oh, shit.

Motherfucker's out there.

- Oh, my God.

Uh, I think Charles is dead up in his room, too.

Something is not right.

I mean, we heard a thud,

and there's blood coming from under his door.

- See, I told you you should go with us.

- I am not leaving. I am winning this.

- People are really dying here.

Do you see this? - I'm not.

I need this money. My dad needs this money.

- Shit.

- All right.

- So something's not adding up.

First, you have the young girl that died, then the old man.

Now this guy's dead.

- What are you getting at? - They're dead,

and we're still here.

- This isn't some fucking horror movie, man.

- No, it isn't, but something's not right.

- Holy shit. - Oh, oh.

They got the blood texture right.

- Yeah, they did. Looks real.

Dude.

- Whoa! - What the fuck

did you do, man? - Shitballs.

Oh, oh, could you get me one, too?

Fuck me.

Whew, holy fucking shit.

- If I'm gonna help out, I'm gonna get fucked up.

I need to call Nathan.

- Dude, who is Nathan to you?

- He's my IT guy at my brokerage firm.

- Uh, I thought he was a US marshal.

- No, he's just a computer guy.

- Babe, babe, don't fall for this shit.

I don't trust any of these shady guys.

By the way, we found your chlorine bomb.

- Fuck you. I didn't do it.

- I was talking to Steven.

This shady fucker was trying to kill us all

so he could get the prize money.

- I did not.

Besides, it's not nearly enough chlorine to kill somebody.

- And even if there was, it wouldn't have worked

'cause you put it in a fucking plastic bottle.

I mean, it's a gas, not an explosive, you idiot.

- I need to call Nathan.

- Phone's in my room, dipshit.

- No, it's not.

- Who's this? - Me.

- Oh, fuck, where have you been?

- Been tied up. - Did you find the others?

- I did. The whole gang's here.

- Are we cutting 'em all in now?

- If I have to. - You have to.

- Folks who ran the hotel, they're all dead.

Can't find the safe, and there's a killer here.

- Um, you mean, like, one of you is the killer?

- It's impossible.

We were all upstairs when they killed Dusty.

- I don't know about y'all,

but I'm tired of looking at this shit.

Uh, and by the way, these two, nowhere to be found,

and all of a sudden they show up like they know what's

going on, so just saying.

- Shut up.

I went and grabbed them up from their rooms.

Plus, there was a point when all three

of us saw the masked killer together, so...

- Unless that was Dusty.

- Nah, nah, 'cause when they had me, I woke up like Dustin.

I mean, he could have killed me, but he didn't.

That's why I thought it was part of the game.

- I think we just need to see

if Charles is dead in his room 'cause if he's not,

then he's obviously responsible for all this.

- Yeah, I'm done playing this game.

I'm going to find the safe. Let's go, Parker.

- No, man, I told you I'm out.

I'm gonna get these ladies to safety.

- Thank you, Parker.

- I'm with you, dude.

- Are you tracking us? - Yes.

I'd go into the tool room and into the crawl space.

- Charles, quit bullshitting.

Open this door, man.

- What? What is it?

- There's a body laying down here.

Well, that sure ain't Charles.

- Oh, my God.

Charles, are you in here?

Charles, where the fuck are you?

Charles, where are you-

- So is that a dummy? - you fucking piece-

- Is it real? - of shit?

Charles, I know you're in here,

you fucking asshole. - He's dead,

for real dead. - Where are you,

you son of a bitch?

- Come on, Steven.

- Dude, wait the fuck up, man

I can't see anything.

And would you slow the fuck down?

- Sorry, this is what we came here for.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, man.

- No thank you. - Holy shit.

I'm getting in there.

Robert, what's wrong? What's wrong?

- Maybe there's a walkie-talk, or a gun,

phones, something.

Damn, nothing? Shit.

- Okay, we need to obviously find a way

to contact the police.

I don't know.

- Why don't you go get some help?

- I am not leaving here until it's morning,

and I have a briefcase full of cash in my hand.

- If you think the game is still on,

you're as stupid as you look.

- What is wrong with you?

- Oh, there you go again defending her.

- Defending her?

Uh, uh, you're just being mean for no reason.

Where are you going?

- Stop. - Wait, wait.

- Stay. - Hey, she with us.

She shouldn't leave like that.

She shouldn't, she shouldn't go alone.

- I'll go with her. - All right.

- I just, I hate when she gets like this.

She's just so insecure in it.

- I know, I know, and people get crazy in times like this,

but let's go to the kitchen, see if there's some knives

or something in there.

- Shelby, Shelby, wait.

- Tracy!

What the fuck are you doing?

Tracy! Guys!

Get downstairs! Tracy!

Get the fuck away from her!

Get the fuck off of her!

Tracy! Guys!

Just get, get the fuck away from her!

Tracy!

Hey, get the fuck off of her!

Guys, they're downstairs!

Tracy! Get the fuck away from her!

Get the fuck off of her!

Tracy! Guys, the killer's down here!

- A knife or something.

You have no knife?

Oh, shit. - Oh, my God.

- Uh.

- Fuck.

- Now is that a dummy, or is he dead?

Is that real?

- Nope, he is dead.

- Well, check him and see if he has, like,

a, a phone, weapon or something.

- Oh, my God, nope, nothing, what do we do now?

- I don't know.

- Where do you think Charles is?

- I don't know that either.

I mean, he can't, he's too old to be trying

to run around here speed of light trying

to scare us and shit, right?

- Yeah, and he's also way too big for one person to carry.

I mean, he's two-man job, for sure.

- Right, well, let's just go down.

You check that room down there, and I'll check over here.

- Tracy!

Tracy, Tracy, wake up, Tracy, babe.

We gotta get out here. Tracy.

Wake up. Come on, Tracy.

Tracy, Tracy.

Come on.

- Ah!

Oh, fucking shit!

- All right, let's see if we can find some clues

or some weapons, information.

You check that room. I'm gonna check this one.

Check those closets and stuff for some clues.

Hey, yo, you good?

- Parker, look.

- Yo, yo, open the door!

Open the door!

Open this door! Open this door!

The fuck?

Mandy!

Shit.

- Come on. We gotta get outta here.

Let's go. Come on, come on, come on.

- Wait, wait.

Where are Mandy and Parker?

- I don't know. We need to get outta here.

- We, we can't leave them.

- They're gonna kill us. Come on.

- Wait. Just get me up to my room.

I have a plan.

- Where you at?

Mandy!

Shit.

- Oh, my God, that was almost so bad.

- You okay? - We have to get Shelby.

- All right, and Mandy.

- Come on. Let's go

- Okay, let's do it.

- Shelby. - Hold it right there.

- Charles, what are you doing?

- What are you doing here? You left the building.

- So you're going around killing people, huh?

- Ain't nobody dying. It's all part of the game.

- Yeah, the game, it's supposed to be the last one.

You killed Dusty, your own daughter.

You tried to kill me, too.

- I wasn't trying to kill you.

Now hold it right there, missy.

- Come on. She needs help.

- What'd you do to her?

- What did I do? You did this.

This is all you.

- I've been in my fucking room the whole time.

- Yeah, now there are dead cop bodies upstairs.

- What are you talking about?

They're right were I staged 'em.

- No, no, no, no, those aren't little dummies.

Throats are slit. There's no pulse.

I checked. They're dead.

- Look, I don't know what the fuck is going on here,

but we are all winning,

and you're gonna owe us a lot of money.

- Nah.

One guy had his cell phone, violated the rules.

One guy left the building. You went out the back door.

Looks like you the two, only two left.

- We were already out, right? Just let us leave.

- So we win?

- Not so fast, missy.

A couple hours left to sunup.

- Okay, okay, well, look, congratulations.

I still wanna help you and your dad,

but you can let me and her go.

I mean, we're already out, right? Just let us leave.

- Not so fast, brother.

- Hey, you.

Shelby, wake up.

Oh, my God.

Mandy.

- You made it. We made it.

- Mandy didn't.

- Oh, shit.

- Shelby's alive.

- Go get help.

- Okay. - Just go.

Oh, shit.

- Ma'am, are you okay?

Are you a guest here?

- Yeah, I was.

There's still two people inside.

They need help.

- Do you know this young lady?

- Officer, that's her.

- "Permanent injuries will follow this young girl

for the entirety of her life.

Charges were dismissed when she was unable to respond

to the interviewer's questions."

Sick motherfuckers.

Hey, hey, hey.

Wait, wait, wait.

Just relax. Hold on, hold on.

Relax.

Okay, look.

- Mandy?

Mandy!

- All right, look.

- Mandy! - Tracy went for help.

I know, I know.

All right, look.

- Mandy! - All right, look.

Now listen.

The ambulance, come on.

Come on. Let's go slowly.

Come on.

Okay, come on, slowly.

I know, sh.

♪ Don't go in the house ♪

♪ At the end of the street ♪

♪ Or if you go inside, you're just dead meat ♪

♪ I saw a silhouette of a man with a mask ♪

♪ One look, he's gone 'cause he moves so fast ♪

♪ No, I won't go inside ♪

♪ Won't sleep tonight ♪

♪ Won't kill the lights ♪

♪ He's got a knife ♪

♪ I'm on the stairs ♪

♪ I feel so scared ♪

♪ It's just a dare ♪

♪ I won't go inside ♪

♪ Don't go in the house ♪

♪ At the end of the street ♪

♪ Don't ask for tricks, and don't ask for treats ♪

♪ The kids disappear ♪

♪ And don't leave a trace ♪

♪ There is a man inside, but no one's seen his face ♪

♪ No, I won't go inside ♪

♪ Won't sleep tonight ♪

♪ Won't kill the lights ♪

♪ He's got a knife ♪

♪ I'm on the stairs, I feel so scared ♪

♪ It's just a dare ♪

♪ I won't go inside ♪

♪ There's someone here ♪

♪ He's drawing near ♪

♪ I froze with fear ♪

♪ I nearly died ♪

♪ I'm all alone ♪

♪ And there's no phone ♪

♪

♪ Can't run, can't hide ♪

♪ Don't wanna die ♪

♪ He's got a knife ♪

♪ Don't go inside ♪

♪ I'm gonna die ♪

♪ He's got a knife ♪

♪ Can't run, can't hide ♪

♪ I'm gonna die ♪

- No damn way.