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No, no, no, no, no!

No vomit today!

No sick. No sick.

Scrambler. Scrambler.

The look of Scrambler.

- Hey! - Hey!

- Tracy. - Hi.

That one.

That's it! Right there!

Watch out.

Odds are...

Odds are what?

It's a game.

What kinda game?

We pick a range of numbers between one and ten.

Could be one to five, five to ten,

one to ten. Whatever.

Okay, we pick a number within that given range,

and then we both say our numbers out loud.

If we pick the same number,

you have to accept a challenge.

Challenge?

See that guy?

With the ice cream?

The guy with the black socks?

You have to take a bite of his ice cream

and you have to ask him in Chinese.

No way.

What? You're in your third year of Mandarin.

- Yeah, but that doesn't mean I'm fluent. - What? You scared?

Ryan's missing the fear gene.

Really?

I guess we're still in the discovery phase of our relationship.

- Okay. - Pick a number...

...between one and six.

Four.

No. You keep it in your head and then you both say it.

- Okay, I got it. - Okay.

One, two, three.

Three.

I can do this to you, too, right?

Mm-hmm.

Look at him!

You got the wrong guy.

Looks like he's asking him for a blow job!

My God!

Run!

Come on!

I'll break your face, you little schoolboy!

Where is he going?

Come back here!

Come on!

I'm gonna mess you up!

Come on, Pops!

Hold up, there!

- I'll get you! - You got it.

C'mon, Pops.

Well, that was fun.

Yeah? And what would you have done if he caught you?

I would've ratted you 2 out.

I got one.

Odds are you ask that guy on the rings

for his autograph.

Who's he supposed to be?

Ryan Gosling.

He looks nothing like him.

Exactly.

Three to six. You count.

One, two, three.

Four.

Do it.

Hello, Ryan. You are so good at that.

I can't believe it. My goodness! I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to stop you.

I just... I had to tell you how much I enjoy your work.

My work?

Yeah. I, just, like all your films.

Films?

Here. Go right there.

Autograph?

- Awesome!

Honestly, I loved you in La La Lan.

Thank you. Thanks.

I won't argue with you. I mean...

Okay. All right.

Don't forget your pen.

Here you go.

You are just so sweet.

- Bye. - Bye.

What'd ya say?

That I loved him in La La Land.

What'd he say?

He thought he did his best work in Drive.

Hey, let's go swimming.

It's 59 degrees.

It's, like, 40.

Feels more like 58.

No, 59.

Odds are...

Tracy goes body surfing.

I can do this one.

Come on. It's your girlfriend's turn.

I said I'd do this.

Okay, Captain America.

You don't have to do this.

It's stupid.

How 'bout we do the consecutive number thing.

Two to three, seven to eight?

If we don't say the same number,

then I'll go in.

Will that make you happy, Tracy?

- Orgasmic. - Good one.

Four to five.

Tracy calls it.

One, two, three.

Four.

Three in a row.

It happens.

You don't-you don't have to do it.

She'd underestimating you.

Will you grab me a towel from the car?

- Get it yourself. - No, I'll get it.

Thank you.

She's well trained.

Shut up.

Either do it or don't!

I'm freezing my ass off!

Where'd he go?

Ryan!

Ryan!

Ryan!

Ryan!

Ryan!

Ryan!

What the fuck?!

Hey!

I'm good!

I'm alive!

Ryan, she is not happy.

I have a towel.

Fuck off.

I thought you were drowning!

I thought you were drowning.

- I'm sorry. - Leave me alone!

- Why are you so upset? - Leave me alone!

Tracy, come on.

Get out of my way! Leave me alone!

I'm sorry.

Give me my gym bag.

Here.

I swam underwater 100 yards

and I came up down the beach.

You were a little distracted.

Yeah? You can hold your breath that long?

Yeah. Actually,

uh, I read this thing on David Blaine.

He learned how to hold his breath for 14 minutes.

He did it last year in Bio

for his mid-term experiment.

He made it over five minutes

before the professor freaked out

and called the school nurse.

That was pre-Tracy.

Yeah? Thanks for telling me.

I thought he drowned.

"Love is like a booger.

You keep picking at it until you get it,

and then wonder what to do with it."

Oscar Wilde.

What the hell is that?

It's about first love and its consequences.

How do you know this was my first love?

Wild guess.

And Ryan was yours.

Wild guess.

Do you guys have protected sex?

Excuse me?

Never mind.

None of my business.

Yeah, that's an understatement.

Odds are...

...open the sunroof, stick your head out,

and keep driving.

No way.

What about the brake and gas?

I got it.

How about dropping me off first?

I think it could work.

I'll tell you which pedal to press.

- Got 'em. - Okay.

! Faster!

Sick!

That was cool. Let's do it for real this time.

San Vicente?

No. The freeway.

Okay, one through ten.

High risk, long odds.

- Tracy, count. - No.

I got it. One, two, three.

- Four. - Eight.

You're both crazy.

Anybody hungry?

Last drumstick?

Here we are.

One more game.

Please?

Clippers game is in 15 minutes.

Tracy hasn't done one yet.

Okay, what's your challenge,

or whatever you call it?

- Drive. - Ryan.

Drop me off first.

This is the last one, I promise.

Drive.

Okay. Where do you want me to drive?

Just turn at the end of the street.

- Here? - Yes.

This looks like a good place.

A good place for what?

Picking a house.

Stop here.

This'll work.

Odds are...

...Tracy knocks on the door

and figures out a way to be invited in.

And then?

All she has to do is get across the threshold.

And then she can go home.

Threshold?

Are we in a Bronte sisters novel?

I'll do it.

boyfriend to the rescue again.

Shut up.

I got this.

All right, if you want, we can do the two number range thing.

If we don't call the same number, it's mine.

Eight to nine?

Ryan calls it.

One, two, three.

- Nine. - Eight.

Remember to cross the threshold.

No one's home! Let's go!

Hi. I have some questions about your internet service provider.

She was just supposed to get in and get out.

Did you see who it was?

No. He was hidden behind the door.

Well, does she get extra points for this?

Not if I miss the game.

What is she doing?

- Shit. - What?

It went straight to voice-mail.

This would be the first text of my entire life

that she hasn't responded to in five seconds.

Can we go?

She can just Uber.

I'm not just gonna leave here here.

Ryan, stop.

I just got this from Kelly's phone.

This has to be a joke.

It's from her phone.

I didn't even know she has my number.

She's messing with us.

Look, I know you guys have been friends forever,

but she's got a strange sense of humor.

What are you gonna do?

Wait for me over there.

I'll be right back.

What?

Wait for me over there.

It'll be okay.

Hold up. Chocolate, Chocolate, hold up.

- I'm sorry. - Hi, Doggie.

He's very friendly. You can pet him.

He doesn't have a mean bone in his body.

He's just a puppy. Come on, calm down.

Good boy. Good boy.

Take it easy, Chocolate. Take it easy, Chocolate.

He doesn't listen so well. He listens to my wife,

but he gives me a hard time.

Ooh, sit, sit.

Do you know who lives there?

A friend of mine is inside.

Your friend knows him?

No, she's uh, doing a survey.

At this time of night?

We lost track of time.

Yeah.

As Yogi Berra said,

"It's later earlier this time of year."

Yeah, he's a good dog.

You know, we looked everywhere for this dog,

and... finally, my wife found him...

You know what?

There's something you should know.

The guy that lives here,

he has a history.

His wife disappeared like eight years ago.

He was the prime suspect.

He did it.

I know.

I was a detective on the case.

They never found her.

A couple years later, he beat up his new girlfriend

and got 6 months.

It would've been longer, but he had the money to fight it.

Actually, it was his wife's money.

I guess you could call that ironic.

I walk past here every night.

Stop and look at the place.

Hoping he sees me.

She just texted me.

She's...

...gonna be right out.

I'll be glad to ring the bell.

No, um...

She's fine.

You sure?

Yes.

All right.

Come on, Chocolate.

Fuck.

Kelly.

Come down.

Kelly!

Aw, shit.

I'm gonna fucking kill you!

No, no, no, no, no, no!

Let me out! Let me out, motherfucker!

Hey!

Hey!

I'm gonna fucking kill you!

I'm gonna fucking kill you! Motherfucker, let me out!

Let me outta here!

Let me out!

Shit.

Fuck.

Hey!

Come on!

Let me outta here, motherfucker!

Jesus!

- Are you okay? - Yeah.

What were you doing up there?

Looking for Kelly.

Just fucking rats or squirrels.

You shouldn't have come in here.

I was freaked out standing out there,

and then you weren't answering my texts.

Yeah, well, my phone died.

We need to get out of here!

We need to find Kelly!

We don't even know she's in the house!

She is! The tracking app on my phone says she's in here somewhere.

What the fuck?

Where am I?

Let me out!

Let me out!

Come on!

The fuck?

Are you watching me?

Listen, you sick piece of shit.

Let me out of here right fucking now!

I can't do this.

You need to stay up here.

Hide in the bathroom. Lock the door.

If he comes in, bash his fucking brains out, all right?

Hold onto the phone. If he texts you,

just make sure you keep checking it.

No, take it. It's better with you.

Go.

Anyone there?

Anybody there?

Fuck!

Come on, you guys!

Come on. All right, you made your point!

Please. Look, look! I'm right here!

Please, that's enough!

Yo, hello, hello.

Hello.

I think it's time we had a chat.

If you wanna save your friend.

There's an... extension ladder

...on the side of the house.

Come on.

Come on up.

Let's have a chat.

Fuck.

You should lose that.

I know it's not a very original deterrent.

It's very effective. Go, Second Amendment!

In all seriousness, I am for stricter background checks.

And the complete elimination of the sale of assault weapons.

I'm just saying'.

Where is she?

Why did you ring my doorbell?

Why'd you break into my house?

It was a game. It was random.

- We didn't... - It's just random?

Yes.

We didn't mean to get anyone upset.

Okay?

Just tell me where she is and I'll leave.

Not tell anyone what happened.

You would do that?

So, I could draw up a document

saying things to that effect,

and we could take it over to the 24 hour notary?

Just tell me what you want me to do.

Good.

What are you majoring in in college?

Are you fucking serious?

Just tell me... Give me an idea

of the field of expertise you wanna focus on.

Computer science.

You mind if I make a suggestion?

History.

I know it's the poor stepchild in today's academia,

but history is about...

...change, about envisioning it,

and putting in into context.

It prepares you for critical thinking.

Well, computer science, yeah, you're gonna learn how to write code,

but it does not necessarily...

...encourage original thought.

Please. Please!

Shut up. Shut up, okay?

I'll do anything. I'll do anything.

Okay.

Let's play the game.

- A game? - Okay, let's play your game.

If you can successfully...

...execute the task,

then you get to be a hero and save your friend.

All right.

Odds are...

...you jump off this roof...

...into my pool.

What?

It's not impossible.

I-it's a trough pool,

so it's 3.5 feet on either end,

but 5.5 feet right in the middle,

and that would be the preferred target.

How does hat help get Kelly out of the box?

In there,

you'll find an envelope with a phone in it.

There'll be a number with an access code

to a voice message.

You dial there, there'll be one message.

And it'll have the whereabouts of your friend.

How do I know you're not bullshitting me?

You don't...

...but your options are kinda limited, huh?

If you're lucky, you'll just break a leg.

And then you could, like, doggie paddle

over to the side, and kind of

hobble yourself into the guesthouse.

It'll work out.

Ouch.

I like the way your mind works.

You can do it.

Fuck.

Hello?

Who's down there?

I know you.

I know you, you good boy.

You looking' for your silly daddy?

Hey, Choco-latte.

Hey.

You good boy.

Ruff-ruff-ruff-ruff.

If the penny isn't even

it means that the skate

wasn't properly lined up with the wheel.

One edge'll be a little higher.

I used to do this before every one of my son's practices.

Until they took him away from me.

It kinda makes me feel like he's still here.

Doggie.

Doggie.

I'll be back.

Hello...

...again.

Hey.

Nice work.

Where's Ryan?

What? No, "Hey, where's the girl?"

Just tell me where they are and we'll leave,

and we'll forget that this ever happened.

Your boyfriend offered that same thing.

It's too late.

The girl's still alive,

but house rules still apply,

so...

...you leave, it's all over for her.

What did you do to him?

We just played your game.

What the fuck does that mean?

What is it? You... you kids

with your foul mouths.

It's disturbing.

You're fucking disturbing!

Where is he?!

Well...

...last time I saw him,

he said he was going' for a swim.

Jesus!

It's me.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Could be better.

What happened?

He chased me in the basement.

I hit him, and I thought he was out,

but he just popped up on the screen,

saying the same shit, you know.

You're wet. Are you okay?

I took a jump off the high dive.

Wasn't my idea.

Here.

Take this. It doesn't work.

- Be right back. - Wait.

I'll be right back.

Jesus! It's me!

Stop doing that!

I didn't find her.

I found a dead guy in the basement.

The guy with the dog, yeah.

Fuck. He was just trying to help.

What is that?

I found it downstairs.

She was standing on this stool

with this noose around her neck.

You didn't tell me that.

Yeah, well, I didn't wanna scare you.

Didn't wanna scare me?

What's that?

I don't know. Looks like a rig.

Break a fall maybe?

What fall?

When I looked through the window into the house,

she was standing on this stool.

Someone pulled it out from under her.

Looked like she broke her neck.

He must have staged it.

Staged it?

This is totally fuckin' twisted!

What is this?

Is that us?

I don't know. I can't really tell.

Holy shit.

She knew him.

What do you mean?

He's taking pictures of us at the beach,

and an hour later, we're at his house.

It doesn't make any sense.

Then you explain it to me.

What was he doing there?

You knew about it.

What are you- what are you saying?

That's insane.

You and her did all of this.

You screwed with me at the beach,

and you got me in here,

and now I'm here! No, stay away from me!

He tried to kill me, too.

How?

He played the game with me.

He knew about the game?

Yeah, he must've made Kelly...

Made Kelly?! She was in on it, and so were you!

Why would I have shown you this stuff?!

She's not here.

What do you mean she isn't here?

I'm still tracking her.

On the 405 going north.

We've gotta go after them.

What?

You know Prince died on this shit.

He was 57...

...and weighed 100 pounds.

We gotta go.

They turned onto the 14.

Get some sleep.

Here.

Where are we?

Mojave.

Why'd we stop?

We need gas.

I'll pump.

Can you get me a Red Bull or something?

Yeah.

Here.

Jesus.

Kelly.

Ryan...

Please get me out.

Fuck!

You know I don't like small places.

Let me out!

Tell me about her.

What?

About you and Kelly.

Not some bullshit preschool story.

I'm not getting into that now.

What are you- what are you doing?

I'm going home.

No. No, you're not- you're not going home!

Stop! Stop!

Turn back! Turn around!

Shit! She's gonna die in that fucking box!

She doesn't have to!

Fuck!

She lived with us for six months.

We were both 11 years old.

She was a foster kid.

That much I know about you.

So she was like my sister.

You're gonna have to do better than that.

My dad was a drunk.

A bad drunk.

One night, he comes home,

and he just starts beating me

for no reason.

He never needed one.

Hitting me with his fists,

totally out of control.

Knocked-knocked out a tooth.

Broke a couple ribs.

Kelly wakes up and finds me in the kitchen.

She just looks down at me.

Doesn't say anything.

But I know what she's gonna do.

He was passed out on the bed.

She hits him, like,

five times.

I couldn't stop her.

She killed him?

He would've been better off.

Now he's just sitting' in one of those homes

watching' cartoons 24/7.

My only regret...

...is that I didn't do it myself.

Kelly?

She ran away.

Hid under the pier.

That's where she went when she was scared.

Still does.

What happened to her?

Sh-she went... to juvie for a year.

Bounced around, like, nine foster homes.

We always kept in touch.

This better not be bullshit.

It isn't.

We're not that far away.

I dropped a pin.

And what's the plan if we find 'em?

I dunno.

He has a gun.

Yeah, I remember.

I'll deal with it.

This isn't a game.

Yeah, we can write about it for our senior thesis.

Yeah? How do we explain the dead body in the basement?

They're close.

They turned off the road.

Slow down.

Turn here.

Here? Really?

Yes.

There is nothing there.

Just go, go!

Go!

Where now?

Follow this path.

That path. That path.

That's it. That's it.

Go... Go.

Go closer.

How do we know it's them?

I guess we'll find out.

Where's my knife?

I have it.

- G-give it to me. - No.

We should call the police now.

He's probably seen us!

Gimme the knife!

No!

Fuck!

Ryan!

Ryan, wait!

Wait!

Here.

Listen to me.

Go that way.

I'll go there.

You open it.

One, two, three.

Kelly!

What the fuck?

Where is she?

Don't you fuckin' die on me. Where is she?

Where is she?

What? I don't- I don't know!

I don't know where she is,

She was in this box! She was in this box!

It wasn't...

...my plan.

- It was her plan. - What plan?!

And she changed the plan!

I've got a plan!

Odds are, I lock you in this box,

and I fuckin' leave you here.

No! No! No!

No!

I don't know where she is!

Jut answer the question!

I don't know!

Wrong answer.

Wait!

What are you doing?!

No!

Come back!

I swear I don't know where she is!

Where are you going?

Don't do this!

Hey!

Come back!

Ryan!

Come back!

Please!

Please!

Come on, Doggie.

What are we doing here?

You went back inside?

Did anyone see you?

No.

What are we gonna do with him?

Chocko! Thank you.

You're welcome.

Where did you find him?

I found him wandering down the street.

Where's my husband?

I don't know, ma'am. I...

Did you see my husband?

He was by himself. I have to go.

Thank you.

There was hope in her eyes.

But I had nothing to tell her.

It made me sick to my stomach.

We didn't kill him.

He died because of us.

You can't think of it like that.

How else do we think about it?

We have to get our stories straight.

Why?

For our senior thesis?

Where are you going?

To get a tetanus shot.

Ryan.

Hi.

You found me.

I've been coming here every morning

for the last two weeks.

Just like Ryan.

He told you about our super-secret meeting place?

Who was he to you?

I did a project on him for Sociology.

I thought it would be cool to see

if he could convince himself

he didn't kill his wife.

You know how the mind plays tricks with itself?

We got along.

He liked me.

I treated him like he was a normal person.

You're crazy.

I got an A.

He wasn't a textbook sociopath.

He had an IQ of, like, 160.

He was really interesting.

We became friends.

I didn't think he would get carried away like that.

We had it all planned out.

You mean like having Ryan jump off a roof?

Stabbing me with an ice pick?

Killing a neighbor who was walking his dog?

That wasn't supposed to happen.

Who turned out the lights and locked me in the basement?

The phony hanging?

Looks good.

Whose idea was the box?

One day, he asked me if I had a recurring nightmare.

I told him, waking up in a coffin.

So, this is how they'll see me?

Yeah.

We found him in it.

That was supposed to be the last surprise.

All right.

And you were-you were okay in this box?

It's not too tight?

You'll be fine.

That's too tight.

You didn't play by our rules.

Kelly?!

Kelly!

Just answer!

Answer me!

Kelly!

Come back! Kelly!

So what would've happened if we picked the same number?

He wouldn't have let you in.

We would've all gone home.

You didn't think I was good enough for Ryan, did you?

No.

I'm sorry.

Look, I really am, but...

...there's nothing we can do about it now.

You're wrong.

There's something.

Hi, Doggie.

I need to talk to you about something.