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(object thumping)
- The fuck?

Somebody help me!

Let me outta here!

Olivia?

- [Game Master] Hello, Olivia.

- Who the fuck is that?

- [Game Master] While I do understand

that it may be frustrating
to see your brother,

don't let that distract you from the fact

that you spent nearly your
entire life with nowhere to run.

- Oh, my god.

- [Game Master] Only you know what

you need to do next, Olivia.

- What the hell is she
talking about, Olivia?

- You know exactly what
she's talking about.

- [Garrett] Where are you going?

What are you doing?

You need to let me out of here.

Please.

Let me out of here! (pants)

- I'd like to use my hint.

(shutter whirring)

- If this is about what
I think this is about,

then you need to let it go.

Okay, this is not okay.

All right.

(pants) Why are you ignoring me?

You need, let me the fuck out of here!

Look, I'm not dying

because somebody can't
keep their mouth shut.

No, no.

No, no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that.

I look, look, no, no, no.

I'm sorry.

You've been a great sister.

Look, I love you.

Look, I'm begging you.

I'm begging you, please don't do this.

- I begged you for years and
you never fucking listened.

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

Don't do this!

(knife slicing)
(Garrett grunting)

- Because of you, I fear boys!

(knife slicing)
(Garrett grunting)

You're supposed to be my brother, Garrett.

Brothers are supposed to
help their little sisters.

(knife slicing)
(Garrett grunting)

- Wait. (groans)

You're not the victim.

- You're right about that, Garrett.

I'm not a victim.

I'm a goddamn survivor.

(intense electronic music)

(knife slicing)
(Garrett grunting)

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♪ We touch ♪

♪ We break ♪

♪ Make it seem like we feel the same ♪

♪ We love what we hate ♪

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(moves to dark synth music)

- Oh, hey, you got a light?

- I'm sorry, I don't smoke.

- Oh.

Fuck.

Oh shit.

(footsteps clattering)

(hand knocking)

(window whirring)

Hey, you got a light?

- No, I don't smoke, sorry.

- Oh.

Hey, it's you.

- Hey.

- What are you doing out here?

The meeting started like 40 minutes ago.

- Does Brad need me?

I can come in and help.

Shit, I shouldn't have
stayed out here so long.

- Nevermind.

All right, I'll see you in there?

Cool.

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- Brad, I'm sick of it.

I'm sick of everyone telling me,

no things are gonna get better.

They don't understand what it's like

to have everything you've
ever dreamt of having

taken from you in an instant.

And I had the life I
always wanted, you know.

I had the expensive car,

the dream girl,

a roof over my head.

And now it's all gone.

Because I let this stupid
disease get the best of me.

I got nothing left to be grateful for.

- You have a pulse, right?

Because being alive is
worth being grateful for.

- I just want my life back.

- Hey, can you believe this guy?

- Look, I for one am so proud of you

and how far you have
come with your addiction.

And hey, it's not only me who is proud.

It's all of us.

Everybody, please come on,

let's give a round of applause for Travis.

(group applauding)

- Oh, come on.

Are you serious?

- I'm sorry, is there a problem?

- Yeah, we get it, we're all
addicts with sob stories.

Boohoo.

Victims of the system, right?

- (scoffs) No, we are survivors.

- Survivors, right?

Sorry.

My bad.

If I'm not mistaken,

all you motivational speakers are frauds

and you just like to stand up

and waste everybody's time

because you wanna feel
good about yourself.

- Well, it's very clear that
you have a lot on your mind.

So would you like to tell everybody

why you're here in the first place?

- Why not?

Hi, everybody, I'm Jake.

Good to be here.

- Hi.
- Hi, Jake.

- Hi, yeah, well, whatever that was.

Anyways, I'm a nobody with
no purpose and no heart,

just a fool that was left to rot in a cage

for about a year and a half.

So anyways, (blows) deuces.

- Allow me to explain
something to you, Jake.

You see, we as human beings

are forced to live
inside of our own minds,

also known as an emotional
prison created by others,

leaving us with no other choice but

to try our very best just to fit in

all for a chance to feel what?

Accepted.

Remember this,

remember that with each and every day,

danger is real

and fear is a choice.

I'm sorry, you were saying
that you're a nobody.

Is that right?

- Yeah, that's right.

- Let me ask you something.

Are you sure you're a nobody,
or do you just feel like one?

Go ahead, tell me what you
believe to be the truth.

- The truth?

The truth is I'm a former drug addict

with nothing left to give.

Sorry, mom.

(group chuckling)

- I'm sorry, what is so funny about that?

Huh?

What is so funny about a man

who refuses to accept his potential?

I say it every single week,

once we decide to make
peace with our addictions,

it is then that we have the power

to make our reflections change.

And whether you realize that or not, Jake,

we all, including you,
have something to give.

Which brings me to a question
that each of us in this room

may share the same answer for.

- Here we go.

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- How many of you have ever found yourself

in a dangerous situation?

Show of hands please.

Look at that.

Look at that.

We are all survivors of addiction.

And so am I.

As my struggle with codependency

has taught me such a very
valuable lesson in life,

and what that is is the fact

that power does not mean perfection.

People look at us as addicts all the time,

but never as survivors.

- Okay, this feels like a
good place to stop for today.

So with that being said,

I want to thank you for being here

and thank you for being
survivors, instead of statistics.

Have a great holiday weekend.

I will see you next week.

Thank you guys so much.

- Hey.

I might have been a little bit
awkward at the car earlier,

so why don't we just hit the
restart button, start fresh.

May I

offer you a bagel?

I made these myself this
morning, came in really early.

Had to.

- Excuse me, may I speak
to you two real quick?

- Excuse me, no.

- Of course, Brad, what is it?

- Well, there's something I would like

for the both of you to be a part of.

- No thanks, we're good.

- Come on, Jake, could be fun.

- What is it, Brad?

- With the holidays
right around the corner,

there is no better time
for me to give back,

and to cut to the chase,

let's just say I was
contacted about an experiment

and it just so happens to
offer substantial compensation.

- Wow.

Substantial, you say. (fake gasps)

How substantial?

- Very substantial.

It would require three
people willing to participate

in an escape room based
around their addictions,

and you two seem like the perfect fit.

So what do you two say?

- Are we getting paid?

Do we get gold bullion?

I accept cryptocurrency in
Bitcoin, Ethereum, pirate booty.

- You get more than a paycheck, Jake.

You walk away with a new outlook on life

that no rehab could ever provide.

- Wow, he's not paying us.

- Okay, well, either way, I'm in.

- Okay, fine, I'll do your thing.

- Wonderful.

- So did you have anybody else in mind?

- As a matter of fact, I do.

Meet me tomorrow at noon,
Serayah's Palace downtown.

- All right, we'll be there.

- Sierra, can you lock up for me?

I'm gonna give Matt a ride home.

- Yeah, I'll get the keys.

- Oh., Jake, before you go.

I just wanted to apologize
for how I acted earlier.

I shouldn't have made such a big scene

in front of everybody.

So again, sorry.

- Good.

- (chuckles) You're reluctant
to accept my apology, right?

I get it.

Okay, I do, I get it.

You're only here because
legally you have to be

and it makes perfect
sense, it really does.

What I am so passionate about Jake is you.

Yeah, you.

I am so passionate
about you because I know

that you can be a hero to these people.

I know that your story can be
someone else's inspiration.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You don't know about my story, okay?

- Nah, you'd be surprised by what I know.

But here.

- Cigarettes.

- What, you're a smoker, right?

- Yeah, but I don't understand
why you're giving this to me.

- You never know when you'll need a light.

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- (sighs) Of course,
no matches, no lighter,

could use a light now, dick.

- You got everything?

- Oh yeah, sure.

Oh, hey, question.

- What is it?

- Your butterfly hair clip,
you just like butterflies,

or does it have like a special meaning or?

- Yeah, it means everything.

- I'll see you tomorrow, Jake.

I'll see you tomorrow.

- See you tomorrow.

Oh, you're good getting to your car?

- I'll survive.

(Jake chuckling)

(light electronic music)

- Portland's beautiful, huh?

- Yeah, it is.

Hey, I was meaning to ask you something.

- Sure.

I've always wanted to host my own AMA.

- AMA?

- Ask me anything.

Don't worry about it, it's stupid.

What's up?

- I just noticed there was some

tension between you and Brad.

What's up with that?

- Oh, nothing much.

He's just an asshole that thinks
he's better than everybody.

You know.

- Or maybe he's trying to help you.

- Maybe.

Maybe I can help him?

You see, I know a great surgeon

that can remove that
stick from up his asshole.

- And with that, I'm gonna head inside.

You coming in?

- Nah.

I'll be out here for just a moment longer.

Just clear my head.

- All right, see you in there.

- See ya.

(door shutting)

- Of course.

Dick only gave me four cigarettes.

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The fuck is that?

(lighter clicking)

(Jake exhaling)

Hello?

Hey, anyone here?

Sierra?

- Hi, I'm Roger.

- Oh, what the hell?

- You must be Jacob.

- Can you see me right now?

- I can see everything, Jacob.

- That's not weird or anything.

- Listen, kid, I get it,
you don't wanna be here.

You could care less
about these escape rooms.

Seen a lotta shit, I bet, huh?

I heard you did a lot of time.

- Yeah, I did like a year and
eight months up north over.

- Well, listen,

I just got out of a 25 to life sentence

in a high supermax prison!

So if you wanna come at me with your

tough guy charade, then bring it!

Because I'll dig a grave so fricking fast

and bury your ass in it!

You won't know what fucking hit you.

And remember leave all
personal items, such as bags,

recording devices, cell phones,

lighters in the tray in front of you.

And remember not everybody
gets a choice, but you do.

Good luck, Jake.

(static whooshing)

- Well, that just happened.

Oh good, it's you.

- Always wonderful to see you too, Jake.

- So I'm here for your
stupid haunted house

or whatever this is.

- Well, what I think you
meant to say was escape room,

and the meeting room
you will be meeting in

will be down the hall
to your left down there.

- So what do you want
from me, ID, anything?

- Well, besides any bags, phones, keys,

recording equipment and or lighters,

the only thing I need from you, Jake,

is to sign this waiver right here.

And you do understand that
with any type of experiment

comes potential risks
associated with the activities

that will take place here today.

Do you understand this?

- Wait, this is a controlled
experiment, right?

- Of course.

- [Sierra] Oh, hey.

Hey.

- Here's that waiver for you, Brad.

- Thank you.

- I'll see you in the meeting room.

- Adios.

Alrighty.

You said the meeting room was down

this hall and to the left.

- That's exactly what I said.

And one more thing, Jake,

not everyone gets a choice, but you do.

- Hey, this is where we meet?

- In here, where we are currently meeting?

No.

- Ignore him.

Yeah, this is the place.

- So did anyone else get greeted

by the Great Value Captain Spalding?

No?

Just me.

All right.

(pencil scraping)

- Wow.

Sorry, I'm not trying to be nosy,

but your sketch is incredible.

- Thanks.

- So I had no idea you were an artist.

I've always wanted to be an artist.

- Really?

- Yeah.

That ended the day I turned 21.

- Alcohol?

- No.

Gambling.

- All right.

Who's ready to walk out of here today

with a new outlook on life?

- Let's do it.

- Oh, we will.

But before we get started,

let's cover the rules
of today's experiment.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Escape the escape room,
don't break shit, rules done.

- If only the rules were that simple.

So today you will find yourselves
in various escape rooms

based around your addictions.

It will be your job to figure
out which room is yours.

When the door to the first room locks,

you will then have 60 minutes

to complete today's experiment.

If you get stumped, just yell out loud,

and our Game Master Michael will be there

to assist you with a hint.

But use your hint wisely,

as only one hint is allowed per room.

Any questions?

Wonderful.

Follow me to room one.

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- Welcome to the room of reflection.

- Nope, this is the castle room.

- No, as you see,

this is the room where each of
you will reflect on yourself

the most in ways you
have never done before.

- (chuckles) Sorry, that
doesn't make any sense.

- I assure you it does.

Go ahead, take a look for yourself.

- Wow.

The attention to detail
here is impressive.

- Thanks, I really appreciate that.

- I bet you're proud of
what you created here.

- Yeah.

So proud.

What about you, Sierra, what
do you think of my creation?

- Yeah, it feels special.

- It is.

I see you admiring our
shield of courage over there.

- Shield of courage, huh?

I kind of like that.

- Why, does courage mean something to you?

- Actually,

yeah.

Yeah, it means everything to me.

Always has.

- Good to know.

Well, this is where I leave you.

Best of luck.

And one more thing.

I hope it was worth it.

(door thudding)

- What did he mean by "I
hope it was worth it."?

- Sierra, it's okay, he's
just trying to spook us.

- Yeah.

I mean, it's all just part of his whole,

the danger is real thing, you know.

He's just trying to
toy with your emotions.

Don't let him get inside your head.

(voice screaming)

- What was that?

- Probably Matt's stomach.

Need anything, man?

You need to eat some food, take a shit?

- What, no.

- [Michael] I'd like to
thank you all for being here,

as today marks the first day
of the rest of your lives.

In less than 60 minutes,

a winner will be determined
and the rest shall be history.

Focusing on the room you
find yourselves in currently,

it may be confusing as
to whose room this is,

but know that it does hold
deep meaning for one of you.

(ominous ambient music)

Search the room for clues,
proceed as instructed.

Remember this.

Don't be afraid to fail,

but more so, be afraid to give up.

- There's something off about this room.

- Oh, it's gonna be all right.

You're gonna be okay.

- No, seriously, I need to get outta here!

(door clattering)

- Hey, what's wrong?

We just got here.

- Yeah, is there an underlying
health issue or something?

I mean, there's nothing that's happened

to warrant this kind of behavior.

(suspenseful electronic music)

- I get panic attacks, okay.

And this is my first escape room,

I guess I'm just a little freaked out.

- Well, don't worry.

Escape rooms aren't meant to be scary,

they're meant to make
you just use your brain.

- I am using my brain,

and my brain knows that
I have terrible anxiety

and I need to get outta here.

- Well, tell your brain that
the worst thing that's happened

so far is that we saw
Brad's stupid face, huh?

Huh?

Seriously.

I'm not gonna let anything happen to you.

I promise.

- Okay.

- [Jake] There you go.

- Hey guys, look.

- Why are we being filmed?

- Just in case something
goes wrong, which it won't.

Plus these cameras are here
just to help us with our hints.

- Holy shit!

You know what I think?

I think this is one of those reality shows

where they put the people
inside the building

and then compete against each other

for cash prize or something.

- But this has nothing to do with money.

- And money isn't everything, trust me.

- No, but it sure as hell can
buy you a really great time

on a Saturday night in Tulsa.

- What is wrong with you?

- Depends on who's asking.

(pencil scratching)

- What is that?

- That?

That is a clock, genius.

- "Time heels all wounds."

- What?

- Oh,

the clock and the bandages it's meant

to represent wounds healing over time.

- Can I see it?

- This clock doesn't tick.

Hey, what's that?

What does that say?

- "And then time stood still."

- Well that would explain
the clock not ticking.

- But what does this have to
do with any of our addictions?

- (sighs) Oh, that's what
we have to figure out.

(suspenseful electronic music)

- "Time to reflect."

- What?

"Time to reflect."

- What about that chest over there?

- What about it?

- Might as well check
it out while we're here.

- Okay.

(chest clattering)

- Well, let me think for a second here.

It's no coincidence that
there's two mirrors in here

and one of them says "Time to reflect.",

and obviously mirrors cause reflections.

- [Matt] Yeah.

- So Brad said earlier
that this room was where

we would reflect on ourselves the most.

- [Matt] Right.

- So maybe we stand in front
of this mirror and we reflect.

Right?

Oh, what's that?

- "There are 3 sides to every story."

Any idea what that means?

- [Matt] Well, there are
three of us in this room?

- And the three of us are addicts,

and Lord knows every addict
has a story to tell, right?

- I got it.

It's like Brad always says,

once we come to peace with our addictions,

we have the power to make
our reflections change.

- [Matt] And?

That still doesn't tell
us who this room is for.

- No.

But maybe telling our stories will.

- Yeah, and if every room has something

to do with our addictions,

then maybe our stories should too.

- Guess I'll start.

(sighs) So I guess my addiction
isn't just to self-harm,

it's an addiction to feeling,

that's the light way of putting it.

- Feeling what?

(solemn ambient music)

- Anything.

My foster parents liked the drink a lot.

In elementary school I was diagnosed

with anxiety and depression.

Being abused by my foster parents,

my brother and I grew up with this

overwhelming sense of anxiety and fear.

I never felt good enough.

My brain constantly told myself I deserved

the pain that I was going through.

And to this day, anytime
things begin to overwhelm me,

the urge to cut comes back again.

So yeah, there it is.

Yes, my addiction is feeling like I need

to be the one in control.

- Nobody likes to lose,

especially when it keeps
happening over and over again.

I've lost everything you can imagine,

from a six-figure paying job
to my friends and my family,

and especially the love of my life.

This disease takes your mind away.

It makes you feel invincible
until that feeling wears off,

which is almost instantly.

A long time ago I used to
tell myself that the addiction

to the thrill of winning is
not as bad as being dead,

but the more time that passes,

the more I second guess that thought.

All the people I've lied to,

all the people I've stolen from,

if you ask me if I would do it again,

I would be lying if I say I wouldn't.

- You gambled with fire.

- Damn right I did.

- I'm sorry, Matt.

- Me too.

- It's your turn, Jake.

What's your story?

- Just so you know, I don't
have a addiction or anything.

- It's okay.

We're all in this together,

and it's kind of the only way out.

- Well, I guess what I mean to say is

I'm not currently addicted to something,

but I guess it's, as they say,

once an addict, always an addict.

I got caught up living a lifestyle

I really had no part of.

You say you lost your family?

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

You're not alone.

I lost everything

because of my refusal to
believe that I had a problem.

And not just that,

but that I was the problem.

- Jake, it's okay.

We're here for you.

- You know, one thing led to another

and it wasn't just the
pills I was taking, but,

God, it led to the worst of the worst,

heroin.

- Jake, your addiction doesn't define you.

- That's so easy to say, but

you're not the reason that a
human being isn't here anymore.

I killed someone.

- What are you talking about?

- I have to wake up

every day

with that black cloud
hanging over my head,

knowing that I am the
reason another human being

isn't in this world anymore.

They found him in his
car in the parking lot

of some doctor's office.

- Wait a minute.
(intense electronic music)

- What?

- I worked at a doctor's office.

One of my coworkers was found
overdosed in the parking lot.

- It's probably not the same guy.

- What was his name?

Ryan Fuller.

He was my coworker.

He was telling me right before he died

how upset he was over some
girl turning him down.

- And I was the girl.

- Wait!

What?

- What, how was I supposed to know

turning him down would lead
to him killing himself?

- Oh, okay.

So this Ryan connection can't
be a coincidence, can it?

- "There are three sides to every story."

- While it's great we're all learning

new things about each other,

it still doesn't explain
whose room this is for,

and that's the most
important thing right now.

- He's right.

We need to stay focused on why we're here.

So let's figure out whose room
this is by narrowing it down

to what we know already.

- Well, none of us are
from the Middle Ages,

so I guess that rules that out.

- History, medieval.

- History?

- Yeah, history, that's
the theme of the room.

- Yeah, so I guess that explains
the Ryan connection, right?

- It still doesn't explain
whose room this is for.

- Question.

- What?

- Have any of us tried opening this door?

- You really think it's gonna be that easy

to open this door?

(door squeaking)

- Got it.

- Looks like it.

It smells like gasoline in here.

- Yeah, it does.

(door slamming)
(Sierra gasping)

(door clattering)

- Don't tell me, we just
locked ourselves in here.

- Try the latch.

(door clattering)

- I think it's automatic, it won't open.

- Shit, are you okay?

You look like you're about
to have a panic attack.

- My chest hurts really bad.

- There's a camera.

We'll just tell 'em what happened.

- Yeah, we'll just tell them we need

to go into the other room.

- We're locked in here.

- Yeah, can you guys just let us into

the other room real quick please?

- No, no, no, no, no.

Why aren't they letting us out?

- It's okay.

Look, I think I found our way out already.

There's a door over there.

- (grunts) It's locked,
there's not a keyhole.

- Of course.

- Why don't we use our hint?

They said we get one per room, right?

- Good idea.

- All right, we're ready for our hint now.

- [Michael] Nobody gets left behind.

- What kind of hint was that?

- Stupid.

Hey, there's a key.

(suspenseful ambient music)

- (gasps) Matt, are you okay?

- I'm fine.

I just (indistinct).

(Sierra panting)

- Hey, are you all right?

- No, I feel another
panic attack coming on.

- We're gonna get outta
here sooner than later.

Sierra,

just breathe than me, okay?

- Like that?

- Yeah, exactly like that.

Jackpot.

"The perfect match."

This thing is tiny.

I don't trust myself with tiny things.

You should probably hold onto this.

- [Matt Voiceover] "Sometimes
you have to risk life

"in order to live,

"and gamble death, to sacrifice life.

"Today is the day you can win

"the biggest gamble of
your life, survival."

- What's he doing over there?

- I don't know, but maybe
he slipped and fell again.

Fine, I'll go check on him.

Hey, man, what are you doing over here?

(metal clanking)
Oh my God!

What the fuck are you doing?

- I'm making the right choice.

- What the fuck does that mean?

"Perfect match."

- [Sierra] "Perfect match."

(gasps) Matt, are you okay?

- Smells like gasoline in here.

- [Sierra] Yeah, it does.

- Okay, listen, listen,
listen, listen, okay?

I don't know what you
think you might be doing,

but whatever choice this might be for you.

It's not the right one.

- Fuck you!

- Yeah, sure, fuck me, I get it.

The stakes are high, but
we need to work together.

- I'm done with working together.

This whole thing is supposed
to be about our addictions.

- Yeah, it is, it is, it is.

It is about our addictions
and our addictions

have only brought us
closer together, okay.

It's like the guy said
when we first got here,

we need to make today about the first day

of the rest of our lives, right.

We need to act like that, okay.

Now, Matt, please, please
hear me out, please.

Please hear me out, okay.

You are a good person.

- What would you know
about being a good person,

you killed Ryan!
- Ryan killed himself, man.

- You're just as guilty of
murder, you deserve to rot!

- Okay, sure, but whatever
choice you think that this is,

what do you think that
that's gonna make you, hmm?

- A winner.

- Matt.

(match clicking)

(ominous ambient music)
I'm so sorry.

(Matt shouting)

(fire whooshing)

(Matt grunting)

(Matt screaming)

(fire crackling)

- Somebody send help!

Someone's down here. (indistinct)

Do something!

(Matt shouting)

I don't think these rooms
were made to help us.

I think they were designed to kill us.

Oh my God.

(door creaking)

(ominous ambient music)

- If we're gonna get outta here alive,

we're gonna have to work together.

That means I'm gonna need
to be able to trust you.

Deal?

- Deal.

- Okay, good.

- Did Matt really have to die?

- We were supposed to work together.

That's what nobody gets left behind meant.

- Yeah.

My God.

Guess this really was Matt's room.

(ominous ambient music)

(door creaking)

- Where are we?

- Home.

(door slamming)

- [Michael] Hello again, Jacob and Sierra.

I would like to apologize for the demise

of your fellow competitor,

but in order for this game
to be taken seriously,

an example needed to be
set of what can happen.

- This is my room, I
don't know what to do.

- Just breathe.

- You're not gonna get away with this!

- [Michael] Oh, Sierra,
please settle down.

You said it best in the previous
room, he gambled with fire,

and for that he burned.

- I don't wanna be a part of this anymore.

- And you think I do?

- It's easy for you to
say, this isn't your room.

- Please pay attention, Sierra,

as this room was designed for you.

For nearly your entire life,

you have gone through horrendous events

that continue to haunt you.

And for that, I offer my
sincerest condolences.

However, spending the
majority of your life

holding onto nothing
but anger and resentment

will leave you in a state
of never ending madness.

(door creaking)

- Are you ready?

- Not really.

- It'll be okay.

(suspenseful ambient music)

Hey, hey, hey, hey, calm down.

It's just a mannequin.

- That's not it.

- What's this?

"It's hard to keep a secret

"when it's written all over your body."

What's in the folder?

What are you hiding from me?

- I can't tell you.

- You can't tell me, really?

You just said it yourself
in the previous room,

we have to be able to trust each other.

(radio distorting)

- [Radio Reporter] It
is the 4th of May, 2002,

and police in the state of Oregon

have officially confirmed the deaths

of Jonathan Wagner and Elizabeth Bronson

as a result of smoke inhalation.

As reported in previous weeks,

the married couples' residence
mysteriously caught fire

during the late hours of April 22nd, 2002.

Their foster children,

whose names are being
withheld due to their age,

were found alive at a
neighbor's residence nearby.

Police say they had no
reason to suspect foul play.

Investigators believe faulty
wiring could have played a part

in this ongoing situation.

(intense ambient music)

- Jake, I'm sorry I didn't tell you.

- No wonder you were
so quick to kill Matt.

- If I didn't kill him
he would've killed you.

- You are a murderer.

- Don't use that word!

I'm a survivor!

- Oh, this is no time for
addict's anonymous catch phrases.

This is real life.

- Where did you get that?

- We got it in the folder.

- Give it to me.
- No!

- Give me one good
reason why I should even

consider the idea of trusting you.

- Because you don't understand.

You don't know the nightmares
I had to go through every day.

- What are you talking about?

(solemn ambient music)

- Okay.

When I was born,

my brother and I were
given up for adoption,

we never met our real parents.

You would think our adopted
parents would be our real

parents after living
with them for so long.

But they weren't parents at all.

- They took advantage of me, Jake.

I was just a kid.

What kind of parents do
that to their own children?

And how was I supposed to know that

what was happening was even wrong?

The truth is, when me
and my brother turned 10,

we made a choice,

a choice that for the
first time in our lives,

instead of being victims,
we were survivors.

- I'm sorry, I didn't know.

- Can you please just give me the key?

I want both of us to
get out of here alive.

- Yeah.

I trust you.

(lock clicking)

(ominous ambient music)

- This was my childhood bed.

This was the only good
part about my childhood.

This bed where I'd fall asleep,

and when I was asleep, I was free.

Being asleep was the
only time I could escape

the nightmares I was living every day.

- Okay, I understand this room

has a lot of sentimental value to you,

but we are running outta time

and we still don't know our way out of it.

- They got everything
about this room right.

- That's nice.

Cool, great reminiscing and everything.

- [Brad] Once we decide to
make peace with our addictions,

it is then that we have the power

to make our reflections change.

- [Jake] Your a butterfly hair clip,

so you just like butterflies

or does it have a special meaning?

- [Sierra] Yeah, it means everything.

- [Jake] Hmm.

- Did you know that butterflies don't

have pain receptors in their brains?

Meaning they can't feel pain.

- No, I didn't know that.

- Butterflies can go through

a lot of pain and still survive.

I guess I kind of like to think of myself

as a butterfly sometimes.

They just mean.

- Everything to you.

(romantic string music)

(ominous ambient music)

- We should just focus
on getting out of here.

- Yeah.

Yeah, good idea.

- Hey, think I see our way out.

- Alrighty.

Needs a key.

- Okay, so there has to be a
key somewhere in this room.

- We don't have any time for this.

- All right, I'll use my hint.

- Good idea.

- I'd like to use my hint now.

(playful horn music)

(timer beeping)

(ominous ambient music)

- Oh, I got it.

- Where did you get that?

- Oh, Matt left it on the table

and I just grabbed it
when we left the room.

- Smart.

- Yeah, right.

Do the honors.

(lock clattering)

(sighs) Here we go.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, this is my room all right.

This is an exact replica

of the cell I was in.

Same size, interior, everything.

Honestly,

I feel like I should be
there right now till rotting.

- [Michael] Congratulations on
making it to the final room.

Jacob, the room you find yourself in

is one that should be
all too familiar to you.

After all a jail cell is a
place you once called home.

- We're in this together, remember?

- Yeah.

- [Michael] You took
away a human life. Jake.

Each human has a story,

has dreams, a potential
to achieve a greatness.

Murder goes against this.

- Try and help you out.

- Thanks.

- [Michael] You stole not
only a life, but a future,

a story in the making and all you

got was a manslaughter charge,

and you were released
in less than two years.

Despicable.

You never learned anything, Jake.

But today I promise that you will.

- Oh, shit!
(kick smacking)

- Hey, come take a look at this.

- "Courage is the ultimate protection."

Well, courage means everything to me.

Where'd you find that?

- It was on the back of the safe.

I found this too.

- Closure?

- Well, there's stuff over
there, but we can't get to it.

(Jake groaning)

Hey, there's the door.

I bet that needs a key as well.

- Yeah, and I'm willing to bet you

the key to our freedom
is in this stupid safe.

(ominous ambient music)

- Okay.

Then we just need a four digit code.

- Right.

If we can get outta here.

- [Olivia] I'm a goddamn survivor!

(knife slicing)
(Garrett grunting)

(person screaming)

(ominous ambient music)

(door creaking)

(timer beeping)

- Fuck you!

- Hey, calm down.

- How am I supposed to remain calm?

The people that are doing this to us

know everything about us,

stuff that nobody should
know at all, okay!

They know your history, my
history, Matt's history!

For Christ's sake they
built an entire jail cell

based on the one that I
spent a year and a half in.

They designed a room based

on the house that you burned down, okay.

Today was supposed to be a fun
day where we could all just

get together and kumbaya and
better ourselves as addicts.

But guess what?

Now Matt is dead because you.

(Jake grunting)

Because he let his addiction
get the better of him.

(timer beeping)

(light ambient music)

- What are you doing?

- Hold on.

This is new, this was not in my cell.

(door clattering)

"You never know when
you will need a light."

A lighter, is this some sort of joke?

(ominous ambient music)

(timer beeping)

Now there's something I
hadn't thought of until now.

- What?

- What happens when
the timer reaches zero?

(door clattering)

- Who are you guys?

- What the hell?

Haven't we gone through enough today?

- What are you talking about?

- I think she's just another subject.

- There were others.

I just wanna go home.

- Well, if that's the case then

why are you so covered in blood,

and there's blood on that knife?

- It's not mine, I swear.

That's not what I mean.

- Then what did you mean?

- I was forced to make
a choice that entailed

either being locked in a room to die

or to take justice in my own hands and

take the life of my abuser.

- Olivia, it's okay.

I'm a survivor too.

- Does it get better?

- Now it does.

- Wait, how do you know my name?

- Ladies, it's really great
that we're all friends here,

but we need to work together and find

a way out of this place.

Are there any clues in that room?

(suspenseful ambient music)

Look over there.

Maybe over there.

- Hey, that has my name on it.

- What does it say?

- [Jake] Well, anything?

Olivia?

(switch clicking)

- [Sierra] That didn't do anything.

- [Jake] Try the next one.

(switch clicking)

- I'm sorry.

- What?

- What are you talking about?

Olivia.
(switches clicking)

(timer beeping)

Olivia.
- Wait!

- Come back!

Aw, shit!

- No, no, no, no.

Use your hint or something.

- Yeah, I'd like to use my hint now.

- [Michael] If you can take
a life, you can save a life.

- I don't know what that means!

- We need the code!

We need the code code.

- The code, the code.

(suspenseful ambient music)

(Sierra sobbing)

Dick only gave me four cigarettes.

- Then we just need a four digit code.

(timer beeping)

Jake?

- Seven.

(timer beeping)

Four.

Six.

There was a.

Shit!

You said probably four?

- Yeah.

(timer beeping)

Is it working?
- Goddamn it!

No, nothing is working!

Goddam it, fuck!

(object smacking)

(Sierra sobbing)

(solemn piano music)

- Hey.

Thank you for keeping your promise.

- What promise?

- That you wouldn't let
anything happen to me.

- Yeah, of course.

I pinky sore.

- Jake, I need you to
promise me something else.

- Yeah, what's up?

- Promise that you won't take

what's about to happen personally.

(ominous ambient music)

(footsteps tapping)

(footsteps tapping)

(door clattering)

(intense ambient music)

- Sierra, what are you doing?

This guy tried to fucking kill us.

- I told you before all he
ever wanted to do was help you.

- Hey, please allow for me to explain.

- No, okay, nothing you say will

ever bring Matt back to life, okay?

- Okay, Matt, didn't die because of me,

Matt died because of Matt.

- You can try and justify
murder all you want,

but at the end of the day,
that's all you are, a murderer.

- That's only fair.

But I like to refer to
myself as a survivor,

a survivor of pain, a survivor of truth,

a survivor who has lived to tell the story

and published the book.

- Jake.

- Tell me, what do you see in this guy?

- This guy is my brother.

(solemn ambient music)

Being abused by my foster parents,

my brother and I grew up
with this overwhelming

sense of anxiety and fear.

- Danger is real.

And fear is a choice.

- When me and my brother
turned 10, we made a choice.

- Not everyone gets a choice.

- Choice.

That for the first time in our lives,

instead of being victims, we were.

- We are survivors.

- Survivors.

- Your brother, he's your fucking brother?

Yeah, sure, kill me, I don't give a fuck!

Give me this one little consolation.

What is in this?

What is in this?

- You want the code?

- Yeah, I want the code
to the safe, please.

- Sure, my pleasure.

Code is six, seven, four, two.

Go ahead, open it.

(safe beeping)

(lock clicking)

- A DVD.

Is this some sort of fucking joke?

- Not a joke.

It's what you've been searching
for for the last two years.

Go ahead, press play.

- Hey, Brad.

It's Ryan.

- Oh, thank God.

- First off, I just wanna say that

I'm sorry that I haven't been showing up

to the Addictions Anonymous lately.

I'm just not in a good place
right now, or at all, really.

Last week, my dad, he lost
his battle with cancer.

And this week I just feel
like I'm losing my own.

I'd like to think that people care.

I know that they don't.

The one person who I
felt truly cared about me

was my best friend, Jake.

But I soon found out what I meant to him.

He sold me pills knowing
damn well I'm suicidal.

I've made a lot of mistakes in my life,

but the worst is to come
after you see this video.

It's like I told you
in the meetings before,

we need to find a way for the others

to have a new outlook on their lives.

If you're willing to help
me, I believe there's a way.

Call it an experiment, if you must.

Before he died,

my dad, he finished constructing

an escape room that never opened.

And I'm giving you permission
to use this location

as a way to help the others.

(suspenseful ambient music)

Right, you start off small,
then you help the survivors

get the justice they deserve,
no matter how you do it.

You just make sure that they survive.

Okay?

Look,

I've sent you details in
the text before this video,

and I hope you seriously
consider this, Brad.

Not everyone has a choice.

But you do.

Look, I'm sorry that I
couldn't be a survivor.

I'm sorry.

(DVD player whirring)

(ominous ambient music)

- I want you to be assured
it'll all be over soon enough.

- Fuck!

(door rattling)

- Stop!

What is wrong with you?

You've completely lost focus
of why we agreed to do this.

We agreed with Ryan, or so I thought,

that we had an opportunity
to make people change

and have an opportunity to see

the difference of their mistakes,
and we're not a statistic,

we're survivors and danger
is real, fears is a choice.

- Oh, my God, Sierra, do you
really believe that bullshit?

- I believed it because it was true.

(solemn ambient music)

The abuse, the trauma, the nightmares

we went through every
day, that was real for me.

I thought we killed our parents
to get away from the abuse

that we were suffering,
not for fun or for money,

but because we had no other choice.

Now we do have a choice.

It seems like you've completely forgotten

what being a survivor is
supposed to represent.

- You're right.

You're exactly right, Sierra.

Which is exactly why you need to kill him.

(ominous ambient music)

- What?

- I'm so sorry.

- Your brother's a piece
of shit manipulator.

You don't have to do this.

- Stay the fuck out of this, all right.

- You don't deserve this.

- You don't have to do everything he says.

- He's all I have, Jake.

- Sierra, hurry the fuck up!

- Stop yelling at me!

- You can be your own person.

- Look, you've got five seconds to kill

this asshole right now.

If you don't do it, I will do it myself.

- If you're gonna kill
me, then just do it,

but remember, not everybody gets a choice.

- But I do.

(knife slicing)

(somber ambient music)

- It's like I told you
in the meetings before,

we need to find a way for the others

to have a new outlook on their lives.

- You walk away with a new outlook on life

that no rehab could ever provide.

- I was forced to make
a choice that entailed

either being locked in a room to die

or to take justice in my own hands,

and take the life of my abuser.

I'm a goddamn survivor!

- I'm done, Brad.

The only reason I agreed
to these experiments

was so I could help people.

You did this to hurt people.

I'm tired of being a little sister

that gets manipulated by her brother.

You were never a survivor, Brad.

I was.

(metal clanking)

(solemn ambient music)

(Brad groaning)

Michael, send down the key.

(keys jingling)

(Brad gurgling)

- Hey, you saved me back there.

- If you can take a life, I can save one.

- Hope it was worth it.

(ominous ambient music)

(intense electronic music)

(dramatic ambient music)