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- Hey guys, it's Kelly.

Hey guys, it's Kelly.

Hey guys, it's Kelly.

Hey guys, it's Kelly.

Hey guys, it's Kelly.

Hey guys, it's Kelly.

Help!

Someone get me out of here!

Help!

Stop!

Stop, stop!

Help!

Help!

Someone get me out of here!

Help! Help!

Stop!

- You must be Kelly.

- No, no.

Help!

Help, someone get me out
of here, please help.

- You must be Kelly.

- What do you want?

You must be Kelly.

You must be Kelly.

- What do you want, you freak?

- You must be Kelly.
You must be Kelly.

- Listen to me, you
fucking asshole-

- You must be Kelly!

- You must-
- Yes, yes!

Yes.

Yeah.

I'm Kelly.

- Kelly.

Nice to meet you.
It's a pleasure to
meet you, I'm Charles.

- Pleased to meet
you too, Charles.

Pleased to meet you too.

- Do you know what that was?

- No, I don't.

- We were being
polite to each other.

It's a courtesy, Kelly.

We made one positive
presumptive notion

that it was nice to meet
each other even when we don't

know each other.

Do you know what
somebody my age has to do

to get some undivided
attention from you?

I got to tie you up.
I got to kidnap you.

That's how I make you focus.

- What do you want?

- I want to release
you from this prison.

- I politely request you to
tell me what it is you want

from me.

- All right, I'll
cut to the chase;

you're an influencer, right?

- Yeah, I guess.

- You guess?

You guess?

You have 467,493,
followers right now.

You're an influencer or not?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Yeah.

And I would like you to think
of me as a de-influencer.

- That's why you're
wearing a mask?

- That's for your protection.

- That ugly, huh?

- Start listening!

Start listening like your
life depends on it, Kelly,

cause it does!

- You're going to
kill me anyways.

- Am I?

- Yeah.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- And how do you know that?

- Because no one
would go that far

just to release them after.

- Oh, I didn't say you wouldn't
have to earn your freedom,

Kelly, you do.

But your freedom is possible.

Unharmed, I promise.

- How?

- Well, just be yourself.

- I am myself.

- No, the real you. This you.

- What?

- Who's that?

- It's me.

- Don't be stupid,
Kelly, who's that?

Who is it?

- It's me.

- No, but it's it's
not, is it? Look at it.

It's a more airbrushed,

filtered, like romantic
soft version of you.

It's not the real you.

You that manipulates
little girls

into thinking that they
need to look this beautiful

on the outside with
nothing on the inside.

I wish those little
girls could see you now.

Not so soft. Look at that
hard look in your eyes.

Looking at that weapon on the
floor, wondering if you could

get to that pipe, maybe
beat me to death with it.

Maybe escape out of here.

You think those lies,
about how soft you are,

are better than the
cold hard truth?

They're not.

It's not soft.

So why do you project that lie

when the truth is
much more interesting?

- Pretty please with a
fucking cherry on top.

What the fuck do you want?

- Kelly, I just want to
collaborate with you.

Help!

Please, I'm in here!

Fuck!

Help!

Shit.

Please!

Please!

Shit.

- Do not attempt
to escape, Kelly;

if you do expect nothing less
than a bullet in your head.

You're wasting
precious time, Kelly.

- Take the fucking picture.

- No, Kelly. We're not
looking for a proof of life.

This isn't some ransom request.

- What?

- Take one of your
normal photos.

Something worth 1,000 likes.

Come on, play the game.

- No.

No, no.

I've just been kidnapped,
I'm not going to post just

a casual selfie.

- What are you so worried about?

The number of followers you
have has jumped by thousands.

It's going to make
taking this kind of photo

easier and easier.

- You're messing
with people's mind.

Acting all normal.
Who does that?

- Messing with people's
minds, isn't that what you do

on social media all day long?

- This is messed up.

- Play the game. Something
worth 1,000 likes.

- You know what?

Fuck this shit.

- This is disappointing.

Now I'm going to have
to escalate things.

- No!

Hey, what the fuck did you do?

Answer me, what did you do?

- A lesson. I
taught you a lesson.

- What?

- I need you to
engage with your task.

- My task?

- 1,000 likes in an hour.

Christ, Kelly, you have
half a million followers,

have you any idea how easy
a thousand likes from that

would be?

But what did you do?

Hey, what did you do?

Nothing.

- So what?

- So I took a toe.

- You did what?

- You can live a perfectly
normal life with nine toes.

I'm sure lots of people do it.

- What did you do
that? What do you need?

Do you need followers?
What do you need?

- Not followers;
listen, Kelly, likes.

I need likes from your account.

This is your audience.

I need you to show me

that you can get a
message out there

and they will react to it.

- Look, I get it, as you may
be all new to this, granddad,

but I shouldn't be
judged on how many likes,

I should be judged on
how many followers I get.

This is what you
need from me, right?

- Not followers, you're
not listening, Kelly.

Likes. And I don't need
them, you need them.

These are likes
from your account.

We're going to post
from your account.

This is your audience, you
should be cherishing them.

They're the most important
thing in the world to you.

- I don't give a
shit about followers.

My followers are the
most important thing

in the world to me.

My followers are the
most important thing

in the world to me.

All right, stop!

Jesus Christ.

- Do you understand me now?

- I understand that you're
fucking sick in the head

and now you're got to
fucking kill me, so fuck off!

- Easy, easy.

You're straining yourself.

You're going to rip the
stitches in your foot.

- Good. Then hopefully
I'll bleed out.

- You can't escape this.

- You're a liar.

- I will never lie to you. Ever.

- You're going to kill me.

What you're doing right now
is just you playing with your

food, having fun, that's
what you're doing.

- That's not true.

- How's that?

- Because I'm still
wearing my mask.

- That's just cause
you're fucking ugly.

- Stop, okay?

Stop.

Stop, Kelly.

Your little bitchy words,
they have real life

consequences here.

You're not bitching at some
little teen behind the safety

of a keyboard.

No, here your words
mean something.

Here, my words mean something.

And today what I'm telling you
is I'm keeping this mask on

because I believe you
can get out of here.

And the reason I'm doing
it is because you won't

ID me later.

- ID you?

- To the authorities for
Christ's sake, Kelly.

Aren't you going to make a
9-1-1 call and talk about

the man that held you captive?

And when you do that, I
need to give you as little

information as possible.

You already know my voice.
You already know my name.

- Look, I promise that
if you let me out,

I won't say anything.

- I'm afraid that time
has been and gone.

In order to gain your freedom
now you need to do the tasks

I set you.

If you hit the goal,
I'll let you go.

It's that simple.

- So what?

You're just going to keep
playing with me till you

get enough likes, is that
what you're going to do?

- These are your likes. We're
posting from your account.

It's your followers,
therefore, you.

- No!
- Yes.

Yes you will.

And if you don't, Kelly,

I will take you piece at a time

until there's nothing left.

- Oh yeah?

Then do so.

I'm not begging for my life,
I have more pride than that.

- I can see that.

Kelly isn't going
to beg for her life.

Maybe you'll beg
for someone else's.

Maybe you'll beg for hers.

- What?

- You'll see.

- Wait, no.

No.

Come back here!

Hey!

Oh my god.

- Don't! Hey!
- Hey!

It's okay, it's
okay, I'm not him.

- I was running,
there was a van.

- I'm not the guy that
took you, he took me too.

- Who?
- I don't know.

- Where are we?

- I'm not sure. I don't know.

- Who are you?
- I'm Kelly.

- Weaver?

- Yeah. How do you know?

- Your picture, it's all over
the news, you're missing.

- Okay, see? They're
looking for us.

We're going to be okay.

- What does he want?

- I'm not sure.

Do you remember anything?

How did you get there? How
far you traveled? Anything?

- Nothing, just this voice.

- What did he say?

- That I was here to help you
get you out of your prison.

What does that mean?

- Wait, wait, it's
going to be okay.

- What happened?

- Nothing, nothing.

- Did he do that?
- No.

- Why lie, Kelly?

- Is that him?

- Yeah.

- Why lie about what?

- That bandage you see, Sabrina,

I took a toe because she
didn't do as I asked.

She's lucky that's all I took.

Who knows what I'm
going to take next?

Maybe a finger.

Might be something
more important to her.

Something on that
pretty face of hers.

An ear, an eye, my, I have
so much to choose from.

I really do have my
work cut out for me.

- Oh my god, oh my god.

We're going to die.
- No.

- We're those girls.
- No, no!

- He's going to
rape and kill us.

- We're not going to die, no
one is getting raped, okay?

- I want to go home.
He's going to kill us.

I can't die.

- My favorite
girls in the world!

Oh my god, I want
to live forever!

What is that?

- Well,
that's you, Sabrina.

- Make it stop!

- Telling everybody that
you want to live forever.

- Why is he doing this?

- He's trying to
get into your head.

- Well, it's working.

- All right, all right.

I'll do what you want.

- Kelly. Kelly, there's a phone.

- Caption for the photo.

- What?

- Caption
for the photo.

- I'm lonely. Anyone
wants to talk to me?

- Is there anything else?

- Post it.

- It's live.

- What now?

- We wait.

- For what?

- For people to like it.

I can't watch this.

- You're a cheerleader,
aren't you?

- Yeah.

For the Devils.

- That's cool.

- I guess.

What about you?

- No.

Not slutty enough.

I dunno know, something
about it feels wrong.

I mean, it's only
for boys, right?

Well, I guess you
wouldn't think that,

otherwise you
wouldn't be doing it.

Sorry. Don't know
why I said that.

- No. It's fine.

You're right, honestly.

- Then why do it?

- My boyfriend is
the quarterback.

- So you really are that girl.

- Yep.

Very popular.

For all the good it does to me.

- What happens if it
doesn't hit 1,000?

- I don't know.

- And
you're out of time.

Show's over.

- What's happening?

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

No, no, no, please, please.

I swear to god, I tried my
best, just needed more time.

Please, please!

- Are you okay?

Sabrina, what happened?

- He made me watch.

- Made you watch what?

- I'm sorry, I tried to
get you, I couldn't move.

- Sabrina, what are
you talking about?

Sabrina, what happened?

- I'm so sorry.

I did everything I could.

- I took one of your kidneys.

- You did what?

- This was difficult for me.

You didn't hit the target,
but god, you tried.

And it was a valiant effort.

I mean, look at this picture.

999 likes.

If I was on social media, I
would've liked this picture.

But I'm not, so you missed it.

And the target is a target.

And missing it
has a cost, Kelly.

- You took my fucking kidney.

- Just the one.

You still have the other one.

- I'm sorry.

- Hey, don't be.

This wasn't your fight.

But the next one might be.

Do you know what
this reminds me of?

Theseus.

Any of you ladies
heard the story?

- No idea what
you're talking about.

- In ancient Greece, there
was a man called Theseus

who had a ship,

and over a course of time
his ship would need repairs;

the wood would rot, so
we'd have to replace it

plank by plank.

So eventually, seven years
later, the entire ship

had been replaced.

- Okay, so?

- Well, so if the entire
ship has been replaced

from its original raw materials,
is it still the same ship?

- Yeah, I guess.

- I agree with you.

But not everybody does.

Interesting though, isn't it?

- Does this have a point?

- Kelly, I'm glad you asked.

There is.

Because what's happening
to you here and now

is changing you.

You lose a toe, it changes you.

You lose a kidney,
it changes you.

Forever.

But maybe it's a piece of
you that needed replacing.

Maybe you needed to
change in order to grow,

in order to see the
world a different way.

Maybe you're not the same
person you were a week ago.

And maybe that's a good thing.

I'll leave you
with that thought.

And good luck.

You're going to need it.

- Kelly.

- Let me think.

- Don't.

Don't. I'm a med student.

I saw what he did to you,
there was a lot of blood.

If you put pressure on
it, it should clot it,

but you cannot
remove that bandage.

- Okay.

Okay.

- 5,000.

That's too many.

- No, no, I can do it.

- How?

- Sex.

Sex sells.

Fuck.

I can do better than that.

- Are
you ready to post?

- No, take another one.

Take the fucking picture.

- Okay, I need to
say something sexy.

- Are
you ready to post?

- Yeah, hold on.

- What is the caption?

- I love the rain.

- No.

No, that's not.

Nothing better in this world
than a hot, wet cheerleader.

- That's good.

- Boys are stupid, right?

- You heard her.

Post it.

- I'm afraid I didn't
hear what Sabrina said.

What was the caption?

- Nothing better in this world
than a hot, wet cheerleader.

- It's live.

- Boys are stupid.

It'll work.

- Yeah, but will it
work in two hours?

Is that what I think it is?

- A watch?

- A smart watch?

- Yeah, there's not
exactly wifi in here.

- Okay, but he has our phone.

I saw it.

He has mine.

- Okay, and?

- Well, so when he comes in,
the Bluetooth can turn in

and the messages that have
been pending can send out.

We can get the word out.

- And say what?

- That we've been kidnapped.

- Well, they probably
already know we're missing

and we don't know where we are.

- It's worth a try.

- Okay.

- Be careful, he's watching.

- I figure he's always watching.

- No.

No.

I haven't seen anyone else.

- So?

- And he has to sleep sometimes.

- What should I tell them?

- That we're alive, but
trapped in something

that looked like an
abandoned boiler room,

and there's one guy
with an English accent.

That's all we know.
- Okay.

I'll send a voice message
to one of my friends.

- Why not the police?

- Well, you can't
exactly text 9-1-1 and

we don't even know where we are.

- Okay, but they can
locate our phones.

- Yeah, but what
if he finds out?

He'll move us

or worse.

- Yeah, you're right.

- Do you have something to
share with the class, ladies?

There's a lot of
whispering down there.

- Yeah.

We need tampons.

You hear me?

- It will be arranged.

- Tampons?

- You ever see a guy who wants
to know more about periods?

- Boys are stupid.

- Boys are stupid.

- Wonderful.

You see, it is possible for
you, Kelly, to hit a target.

All you needed was
the right motivation.

- Yeah. Piece of cake.

Give us something
harder next time.

You got our supplies?

- Of course. Apologies.

I believe I told you
what I wanted, Kelly.

Well done. Good night.

- I got your likes. Let us go.

- No, you two are in
this together now.

But I will make you a deal:

if you hit the next target,
Kelly, I'll let one of you go.

I'll let you guys pick who.

But for now,

how about we get your
friend out of her chains?

Not her handcuffs.

And eight hours sleep and
maybe some food and water.

That sound good?

Good night, ladies.

- Hey, question.

Where the fuck are we supposed
to go to the bathroom?

Are you fucking kidding me?

And you got to record us,
you fucking twisted asshole?

- I'm sorry it's not
the Four Seasons, Kelly.

But you may think me a
psychopath, that's the only area

of this room my
cameras cannot see.

So I assure you, your
dignity will remain intact.

You won't be violated like that.

Goodnight, ladies.

- I'm going to
record more messages.

- No.

We should wait to see what's
going to come back first.

- But we can't send anything
until he is in the room.

We need to prerecord something.

- We don't have
anything new though.

- It's not just that.

- What?

- My battery.

- On your watch?

- No, the watch is fine for now.

It's on my phone.

- Oh.

Does he have your passcode?

- No.
- Then you'll be good.

If you don't use a
phone, it won't drain.

- That's true I hope.

- What's wrong?

- I'm going to record something
for my family just in case.

- You don't have to do that,

because we will beat
this fucker, okay?

- You should probably
do the same thing.

- No. No.

I won't.

And you know why?

- Cause we're going
to beat this fucker.

- Exactly.

I found a spot near the
bathroom to hide the watch,

just in case anything
happens to me.

- Okay.

- Keep your messages
short, it'll send faster.

Hey, mom, hey, dad.

Just want to send this message
and tell you I love you.

How many?

- Let me think.

- How many?

- Hold on.

- Kelly!

- 10,000.

- 10,000?!

Are you fucking kidding me?
- It's okay, we can do this.

- In how long?

- Two hours.
- Two hours?

That's not enough time.

- I've done it
before, we can do it.

- It's not enough fucking time.

- Help me.

- Well, strip tease.

- Come on.

- You're wearing half
of nothing already,

what fucking difference
does it make?

Post a bunch of photos.

- Okay, yeah. Strip
tease. Different post.

I'll spread them out.
- What?

- I'll post every three
minutes then hopefully

it'll fill out this timeline.

- Well, is that going to work?

- It's worth a try. Start
thinking of captions.

- Kelly.

- What?

- We're smart girls, right?

- Yeah. It's the
boys that are stupid.

- It's not that it's just,

we're jumping through hoops.

We're playing a game
of cat and mouse

and you know the only
way to get out of that.

- How?

- Stop being the mouse.

- I have to play his game.

- Why?

- Because next time he will
be more than a fucking toe

he will take from me.

- Or a kidney.

- Yeah.

I'm trying not to
think about that.

But if we win, he
will let you go.

- He said either one of us.

- That's a fight
we will have later.

Okay?

When we win.

- You really think we can win?

- I want a series of pictures.

- Standing by
on your command, Kelly.

- Go.

Spread these out.

- Over how long?

- Three minutes.

- Caption for the first image?

- Whoever gets me to 10,000
gets a spicy surprise.

- Well, that's
inspiring, miss Weaver.

- Post it.

- Is
there anything else?

- No.

Yes, yes, hashtags.

Hashtag hot,

hashtag cheerleader,

hashtag escort,

hashtag call girl,

hashtag,

just post it.

We're not going to
make it in time.

- Shit.

- Wait.

Wait, I have an idea.

We're going to record
one more message.

- Saying what?

- That whoever can,
to find me on social.

- Okay, then what?

- Then buy us followers.

Buy us followers to
get us across the line.

- I can't send a message
unless he's in the room.

- I'll get him in here.

Just get your messages ready.

- Okay.

- Hey, dickhead.

I need something.

- Miss Weaver, do you remember
where rudeness gets you?

- Yeah, sorry.

I need props.

- We've completed the posting.

- No.

You never told me how many
posts I was allowed to do.

- What is it you require.

- Whipped cream.

- I see.

Sadly, I don't have any on hand.

- Well, I need it to
get across the line.

- Very well. I'll
need 10 minutes.

- Then put 10 minutes
back on the clock then.

- No.

No, you have a time limit.

- Then hurry the fuck up!

Fuck.

- I don't think we're
going to make it.

- We're going to
make it. Trust me.

- He's coming.

- The supplies you requested.

- Only one can?

- Don't play with
me, little girl.

You'll get burned.

- Hey.

- You've been told my name.

- Charlie.

- Excuse me?
- Charles, sorry.

Charles.

- Yes, miss Weaver?

- What am I allowed to post?

- Anything at all.

- Anything?

- No.

Not that.

I'm afraid I don't control
social media censorship.

- Censorship?

- I'm sure you
know, miss Weaver,

nobody can post any
nudity on social media.

It would be reported
and flagged and removed

for inappropriate content.

I'm sure you know that.

- And if I had whipped cream?

- Then I'm sure you're fine

- Funny world, huh?

- Indeed.

Social media just masquerading
at having a conscience,

whilst all the time trying
to sexualize everything.

Good luck.

- I want that extra 10 minutes.

- You really think
it's going to help you?

- I do.

- Fine. Extra 10 minutes.

- Did it go through?

- Yes.

- Oh my god. Okay.

- You got a voice note reply.

- I want to see.

- He'll see.

- No, no, I'll be
careful, trust me.

- Hello, Sabrina and Kelly,
this is Detective Langley.

We received your messages
and understand the situation.

If you could help us out by
describing your environment;

what the walls are made out of,

what the floor is like,

if there's any traffic
noises from outside,

anything that you can tell
us that might help us lead us

to you.

We have many people
searching right now.

I know your posts are forced
and you're not really safe.

I appreciate the need for
discretion with your messages.

Let's communicate
short and frequent.

We will find you.

I promise.

- Hello.

It's Kelly Weaver.

We're in some,

industrial building
out of the city.

There's some big,
large, narrow windows.

I can't see really through them.

The wall is made from red brick.

One more thing.

The guy is British.

He's telling me his
name is Charles,

but it's probably bullshit.

Actually, I don't
know, cause he's crazy.

He has been setting me some
social media challenges.

Just me, not Sabrina,
and he's saying that

if I don't do
them, he will kill.

Just find us, okay?

- Kelly.

- Hope they got the message.

- Come on.

This is it.

Come on.

Come on.

- Whoa.

Holy shit.

- No.

Fuck, they need to stop.

Shit.

- It's too many.

- It's too many, he's going
to know something's up.

- I did it.

- Is that a victory statement
or some admission of guilt?

- What?

- "I did it."
- Yeah.

- Yeah what?

- I completed your task.

- No you didn't, you cheated.

Cause the last thousand likes
that you got are from bots.

- What do you want
me to tell you?

Probably some guy was
trying to see my tits

and get me to 10,000.

I don't know.
- No!

You cheated. The
only question is how.

- I didn't.

- Kelly, do you remember
I don't like lies?

- You never said that.

- Really?

- You know what you said though?

You said that you
would never lie to me.

You said that if we hit the
target, you'd let one of us go.

So let her go.
- No!

- Prove to me you're not
a liar and release her.

- No.
- Yes, release her.

- No.

- Wow.

Now this is getting
interesting, huh?

So you cheat at my game,

but you're starting to act
like a human being, Kelly

to release your friend
rather than yourself?

What's that feel like?

- You're a liar if
you don't let her go.

- Tell me how you cheated.

- I didn't.

- If you tell me how
I'll spare your life.

- For what?

To play another one of your
fucking games tomorrow?

No, fuck that. Release her!

- All right.

- No. Wait.
- Five,

four,

three,

two.

- Stop! I did it.

It was me.

- No she didn't.
- Yes, I did it!

I cheated!
- She didn't, it was me.

Yes I did, I cheated.

- You did?

- Yes.
- No she didn't.

- Yes I did!

I didn't want you
to know about it.

I reprogrammed the phone.

I bought us followers, I
know my dad's credit card.

- You. You've got this
sort of skill set?

- No, no.
- Yes.

Yes, yes, I didn't.

Yes I did. It's the truth.

- No she didn't.
- Yes, yes I did.

But she would've done it
anyways, she was almost there,

it was just a backup plan.

- So you did this?

- Yes.
- Alone?

- Yes.

- Kelly, I didn't want you
to know anything about it.

I did it all by
myself, I promise.

I promise, I'm
telling the truth.

- Show me.

So do it again.

Show me.

Don't tell me about it, show me!

Do it again!

Do it again.

Do it again.

Do it again. Do it again!

Do it again.

You can't, can you?

You can't do it because you
never did it in the first place.

You're lying. That's
the first thing I know.

And if you didn't then she did.

Right?

And let me tell you
the last thing I know.

Nobody here's on their period.

The box is full.

- There's been a lot going on.

- Let me tell you what's
going on here, Sabrina,

Kelly isn't taking this
game very seriously.

This game that's
playing with your life,

but we can correct that.

- No! No!

No.

I'll play your game, I swear.

No, I'll play your
game, I swear.

No, I'll play your
game, I swear. No.

It's Kelly.

Sabrina has been murdered.

He shot her.

He shot her because I cheated.

He fucking killed her.

He wants me to learn a
lesson about all this, but

what lesson?

I tried to protect her

and

she died trying to protect me.

You killed her.

- No, you did.

The minute you decided
not to play fair.

But it's okay.

We'll play again tomorrow.

Would you like that?

- No.

- You can still
make it out, Kelly.

- I know.

Cause you're still
wearing a mask.

- That's right.

- But I'm not going to.

- You're not going
to make it out?

- No.

I'm not going to play your game.

Just kill me already.

- But why, Kelly?

I don't intend on killing you.

- But you did with Sabrina.

- Sabrina was part of my plan.

- What was she?

- She was collateral damage.

- And what am I?

- Oh no, you're something
much, much more special.

I never intended to test any
of Sabrina's capabilities

like I do yours.

I want to set you free.

- Then let me out.

- Aren't you missing the
bit where you promised

not to tell the police about me?

- We're passed that.

Listen to me.

If I ever get out of here,

I'll be dedicating every
fucking second of my life

to help them track you
and bring you to justice.

- Is that right?

- Yeah.

But you won't let me out.

I heard your voice.

I know your name.

I saw what you did to Sabrina.

You can't let me out.

- You know for somebody
with such a smart mind,

capable of the long
game, it's amazing

that you gravitated to a short
term, instant gratification.

- It's not a long game.

It's a short one.

And in 24 hours,

I'll be dead.

The choice is still yours.

- But I don't want to play.

- The ship is still
yours, Theseus.

Kelly, some pieces
of wood are rotten,

they need to be
replaced, that's all.

- So what?

You're going to cut
another defenseless girl

or murder another woman?

Is that what you're going to do?

- What happened with
Sabrina was a tragedy

and it's changed
you, maybe forever.

But maybe, just maybe
it's a piece of you

that needed to change.

Otherwise, how will you
ever see something new?

So play my game.

- I'm not going to
play your fucking game.

- All right.

Kelly won't play my game.

So I will stimulate you
the only way I know how.

You're going to play
for someone else.

- No, no, don't.

- You give me no choice.
- No, please don't do that.

Please.

- Hey.

Hey!

What's going on?

- What the fuck?

- Hey, what's going on?

- No, no, no, no.

Shut up. Get her
out of here, please!

Okay, I'll play your game,
but for myself, not for her.

- Who are you talking to?

- Shut up.

- Did you put me here?

- Shit.
- Talk to me.

You've got the wrong girl,
my name is Jill and I didn't-

- Shut up.

I don't want to know anything
about you, is that clear?

- Okay.

- You hear me? Get
her out of here.

I'll play your game, I swear.

- Got it.

What?

What is that?

- Did someone sign me up
for one of those extreme

escape room experiences?

- What?

- Shouldn't I have been given
a safe word or something?

Turkey baster or-
- This isn't that.

- You mean,

this is real?

- Yeah.

Yeah, this is real.

- Don't leave.

- I can't.

Neither can you.

- Should at least try something.

- Kelly,
we got your message.

We are going to get
you out of there.

Tonight, we'll try to
pin your location down.

We'll be launching
single fireworks across
various locations

that match your description.

When you hear it, note the exact
time and send us a message.

If you hear more than
one, try to note each time

and which sounded closer.

One other thing; if you
can get him to go out

and buy something unique,
something not so common,

we can track purchases
if we know what it was

and what time roughly
it was bought.

Sit tight, Kelly, we
are getting closer.

- Hi, detective.

Sabrina has been murdered.

He got another girl in, I
don't know her name yet.

Yesterday I got him
out of the building,

I made him buy whipped
cream around 9:00, 10:00 PM,

I don't remember.

And okay, I will listen
to the fireworks.

Thank you so much.

- Hey!

Are you okay?

- Kelly, I've decided that
this will be a two player game.

Good luck, ladies.

- Who are you? What are
you bringing to the table?

- Okay.

I'm Jill.

- I don't care about your
name, what can you do?

- I'm funny.

Like pranks,

bit of stand up,
sometimes skits.

- Not sure funny
is going to help.

- Yeah, maybe not.

What works?

- Sex. Sex sells
100% of the time.

- I mean, not really in
the mood right now, but

we've got handcuffs.

- You're funny.

- Yeah, that was
definitely a joke.

- Focus.

- Okay.

Don't cheerleaders
just post sexy pictures

and tease the boys?

- No, I feel this is
all I've been doing.

- I mean, I'm sure it's
more than just that.

All the boys are
going to love it.

- Not my boyfriend.

- Right.

I'm sure that's drama.

- What?

- I'm sure it causes a
lot of relationship drama.

- Yeah, it does.

- Not sure that'll
make for a good post.

- No, no, wait.

Yeah.

It will.

People love drama, right?

- Yeah. They do?

- Yeah.

I need a video for this
one. Can you do that?

- As you wish.

- Take it off.

You need to follow
my leave here, okay?

Okay, put your hands on me.

Start recording.

- Recording.

- Hi, Ryan.

I just wanted to
tell you, it's over.

I break up with you.

We're done.

You see her? That's Jill.

She's my new squeeze,
my new girlfriend.

When I send her a
picture in my underwear,

she's there in five minutes.

She picks up my call,
she's there for me

and let me tell you, she
rocked my world in the bedroom

more than you ever did.

Oh, say hi to your dog for me.

Cut.

Give me tags.

- Tags?
- Hashtags.

- Yeah, right.

Cheating, hashtag dumped,

over you,

hashtag-
- Hashtag sex,

hashtag girl, hashtag lesbian,

hashtag hot,
hashtag cheerleader,

hashtag horny, hashtag cosplay,

hashtag daddy issues,

hashtag hot, hashtag very hot.

Is that good?

- Yeah. I think
you got it covered.

- Post it.

- It's been posted.

- That performance back there

came all too easy.

- Please.

You had the chance to make
out with a hot cheerleader

and for free.

You'll probably get millions
of new followers anyways.

- I have a girlfriend.

- Oh, shit, I'm sorry,
I didn't know that.

- Don't worry about it. We
have bigger things on our mind.

- Yeah, and you know what,
maybe this will help us

to reach the target and we
can go home and everything

will be fine.

- Yeah, okay, I get it,
but where's the limit?

- I mean, we're not allowed
to post anything too sexual.

It just wouldn't post.

- I know, want a shame.

Cause if there's no limit,
then you can just fuck me

for views and then
we can go around,

find a homeless guy and
hunt him down for sport.

Go around town, finding
every handicap kid

and calling them
a bunch of cunts.

- Would you relax?

- Would you just take a
minute and be a human being?

- For what?

Do you think being a human
being is going to save us?

- Being whatever you are
being isn't worth saving.

- What?

- Just would you
try and be decent?

- I am.

- Oh really?
- Yeah.

- What's my name?

- Um, it's, Jennifer.

- Jill.

- Close enough.

- Will it work?

- It should.

Ryan has over 200,000 followers.

We should be good.

- I'd really like
another take at that.

I could have helped if I
knew what was going on.

- Relax.

It's not our only hope.

- What?

- Sabrina.

The girl that was there before
you, she left a smart watch

and I've been in
communication with the police.

They're trying to track us.

- Smart.

- Maybe. Maybe not.

- Why say that?

- Well, the Bluetooth connects
every time he comes in

on Sabrina's phone, which
helped the messages to send.

- So?

- And so Sabrina is dead.

Maybe he got rid of her phone
or whatever, we don't know.

- What exactly
happened to Sabrina?

- Let's not talk
about that, okay?

- Well, there's two
of us and one of him.

- He has a gun

and he's fast and he's strong.

- For one person.

If one of us can get past
him, we can get to the door

when he comes through.

- We don't know
what's out there.

- Better off than in here.

- We could split his focus.

- Okay.

I'll attack him, you
run for the door.

- Okay, and what about you?

- Get help once you're outside.

- Maybe we're in the
middle of nowhere.

- Again, a chance
I'm willing to take.

- But he could kill you.

- Haven't you been here long
enough already? I know I have.

I just, I want to go home.

- What time is it?

- What was that?

- A single firework.

- You sure?

- Do you have the time?

- No.

- Okay, stay here.

It's 11:15.

I heard a firework.

I'm keeping it short.
Battery is low.

We need to get him in here.

- Why?

- Because the message needs
to send and it's very low.

- Okay, how much
time do we have?

- Minutes.

- Okay.

Quit treating me like the enemy!

- What are you doing?

- You heard me, you bitch!

I'm not going to let
you walk all over me.

If she's going to choose
someone, it's going to be me.

Sure as hell not
going to be you.

I've got so much to live for.

You've got shit, girl!

- Stop!

Stop fighting!

- Oh, fuck off.

- Hey, fuck you!

- Oh yeah?
- Yeah.

- Yeah?

Make it really easy for him
to choose who to set free.

Kelly, watch out!

- No.

No, no.

No, I'll play your game.

No.

No.

I'll play your game.

- Five likes?

- I thought I'd make
this a little easier.

You've had such a
traumatic couple of days,

and after all, it's quality,
not quantity we're after.

Right?

- I don't get it.

- The last video is going
to be a live streamed one.

You can say whatever you want.

Think about what you
want your legacy to be

because at the end
of that live stream,

I'm going to kill you, Kelly.

I promise I'll make it painless.

And you've got 59 minutes
to think about what it is

you want to say.

- Yeah, you know what?

I think I'll pass.

- You will perform.

Your followers and
me demand a show,

so you are going to give us one.

After all, it's your final one.

- No.
- Kelly.

- No!

- Saying no only
forces me to find some other

sacrificial lamb to
put in there with you.

- And what's the upside for me?

- Well, you'll save a life.

- Of someone I don't know?

- And does that make
that life less valuable?

- No.

But I think I'll
focus on myself now.

- Kelly, you can use
this time, this platform,

this huge audience you've
amassed to say whatever it is

you think is fitting as a
final message for Kelly Weaver.

It's live stream, so they
won't be able to cut you off.

And I promise you have
your two minutes to say

whatever it is you want.

- Okay, fine.

Fine, I'll do it.

They want a performance,
I'll give it to them.

I just need a few things.

- What do you need? Is
it more whipped cream?

- No.

I just want food.

- A last supper.

Fine.

I'll have something for
you in a few moments.

- Take your time.

There's no tomorrow for me.

Fuck.

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

Fuck.

Fuck!

- Bring it on, bitch.

- You shouldn't
have done that, Kelly.

Now we have to escalate things.

- You didn't have to kill her.

- Which one?

- Both of them.

- You see, I felt they
gave me little choice.

- Why is that?

- Well, one cheated and
one attacked me, Kelly.

- And don't you think killing
them was a bit excessive,

you fucking monster?

- Wow. Now I've
heard everything.

A social media influencer
calling me excessive?

- Fuck you.

If I ever get out of
here, I will find you

and make you pay
for what you did.

- Well, maybe, maybe you can
make a web series out of it.

- Yeah.

- Some more content
for your followers.

- I'll go to prison every day
just to take a picture of you

to show them how fucking
pathetic of a guy you are.

Trust me.

- Is that right?

- Yeah.

- Well, let me help you out.

Well, you already know my name.

- But let me help
you a little more.

Now you know what I look like.

I hope this makes my
intentions clear, Kelly.

- You're uglier
without the mask.

- And you're a little
raw without your filters.

- Fuck you.

- So that's it?

You're just going to bust
me up for your followers,

that's the plan?

- Yeah.

- And that's the most
important thing to you?

Virtual vengeance
for your masses?

- Oh yeah, it is.

And just for you, I'll make
sure it goes viral too.

- Then you haven't
learned a goddamn thing.

- I forgot that I needed
to learn something.

What is it called?

Thesis ship?

- Theseus.

- What happened here, you
really think it changed me?

You really think that?

- No, no.

I don't think that at all.

They didn't change you,
you've been there all along,

I just swept away a couple
of things, discarded things.

But that bitch inside
that killer instinct,

I just brought her out.

But that was always
there, Kelly.

Just hidden away.

You know, the funny thing
about Theseus' ship,

it isn't just about
the bits that changed,

the discarded things
that happened to you.

- Oh no?
- No.

It was about what if I
could collect all the pieces

that have been discarded, all
the changes that had been made

and make a whole new
ship; a whole new Kelly.

Imagine I could do that.

Would you recognize each other?

More importantly, Kelly, would
you be afraid of each other?

Would one Kelly fear what
the other Kelly had become?

- And whose fault is that?

- Why, social media's.

- Social media didn't kill
Sabrina and suffocated Jill.

- Oh my god, you are still
defending social media.

Haven't you learned anything?

This is why you were
rotten to your core.

- I don't know.

Is social media
worse than a murder?

Actually, no, don't answer.

Keep that for court.

Even if you kill
me, they find you!

- I hope so!

I hope so, you fucking idiot!

- You do?
- Yeah!

Your trial would be the
trial of the century.

- Oh.

You're the one that
wants to be famous now?

- Fame?

You think I want to be famous?

You think that's why
I'm doing all this?

Don't you get it?

Imagine it;

I get put on trial for murdering
you through social media.

Some prosecutor is adept enough
to prove that social media

is dangerous in anybody's
hands; my hands, your hands,

but more importantly,
children's hands.

Look what it can do to them.

Imagine they prove that.
Imagine I'm guilty.

Well, the ramifications
are pretty exciting.

Parents start to see what
I've been seeing all along.

This isn't right.

These social media giants,
they shouldn't be doing this.

They're unchecked.

They have no moral code.

They're raising our young.

They're the hand the
rocks the cradle, Kelly!

And we're letting them.

They're giving one sided
trial by social media stories.

They're over sexualizing
children before they've had

their first kiss.

Worse still, you know
what they're doing?

They're allowing cyber bullying

so that some cunt like you
can tell a six year old girl

that she isn't pretty
enough to be like her,

because even if she's
spent a million years

editing all her photos,
she will never be you.

So don't message
me again, bitch!

Sorry, did I get all
of that quote right?

Was that what you said to her?

And the next day
she killed herself.

Did you know that?

- I don't know what
you talking about?

- No.

Don't lie to me.

I despise lies.

Don't lie.

- Everyone knows that
social media is bullshit.

Everyone knows that.
- Not Children!

Children don't know, Kelly.

Children aren't suspicious.

And I want to live in a world
where they don't have to be.

I just want them to be children.

- Look,

if I really did
what you just said,

which does sound like me,

at least the old me,

then just kill me, please.

Just get it over with.

- No.

No, Kelly, because I need
you for one last job.

I need a star, Kelly, a star.

Someone that can appeal to
the masses cause no one gives

a shit about a little
six year old girl.

But killer social
media influencer,

and the whole place
is going to go nuts.

So I need your star power.

So tell me the only thing
I want to know right now,

one more question;

are you ready for your closeup?

Are you ready?

- I'm not doing this, no.

- Don't say it.
- No.

- Don't say it.
- No, I'm not doing this.

- Don't say it, don't
say it, don't say it.

Don't say it.

Don't say it.

- You can't take
anything from me anymore.

You took everything.

- No, Kelly.

No, Kelly.

I'm the one with
nothing to lose.

I've got nothing left.

I don't have the six
year old anymore.

So you don't want to
be in a fight with me.

You, you're young,
you've got a family.

You've plenty of
chips on the table

and you are forcing
me to hurt them.

- I'm not doing it.

- Really, Kelly?

I swore I was going
to have to use this.

Would you look at that?

My, my.

What a beautiful little girl.

I bet she wants to be
just like her big sister.

You know, I heard she
recently got her first

social media account.

What a milestone.

- Don't fucking touch my
sister, I swear to God.

- Oh, I haven't yet.

But I might.

- If you touch one hair of her
I will make sure to find you

and fucking kill you.

You don't touch her.

- I bet she wants
to be just like you.

400,000 friends,
virtual of course,

none that can actually help her.

I wonder how easy
it'll be to get to her.

I know where you live.

Her bedroom's second
door on the left, right?

- Promise me you
won't touch her.

- What's my promise worth?

- Because you said
you'd never lie to me.

- And I never have.

- Then promise me
you won't touch her.

- Are you going to play my game?

Second door on the left.
Upstairs is her bedroom.

She's got a pink unicorn
in there, hasn't she?

- Okay, stop it.

I'll do it.

- You'll play my game?

- I'll play your game.

- Well, all right,
then I promise you,
she won't be touched.

Are you going to mention
me in the live stream?

- Well, isn't that
what you want?

- No.

No, this isn't about what I want

and it won't affect the
promise I just made to you

for your sister; this is
about what Kelly's going to do

with the last two
minutes of her life.

You're lucky.

How many people get to know
that it's the last two minutes

of their life, it just
creeps up on them,

but you will be
dead in two minutes.

Are you ready?

- Okay.

I know what I want to say.

- It's just one minute.

Oh my god.

Oh my god! Help me in here!

Help me!

I'm in here, please!

Please!

Please!

Help me, help me, help me!

- I'm sorry, that was cruel,
but it was fun to watch.

There's no one coming, Kelly.

No police are
anywhere near here.

God, it's just a light gag.

I can turn it off and
on anytime I want.

But there's no one coming.

I set that up.

It was a little bit
of hope for you.

But it's all just make believe.

Look, watch.

There we go.

Hear the sirens?

And watch them go away.

Oh, you think they're
looking for you, don't you?

The firework, that was me.

I've been Detective
Langley this whole time

with a voice changer,
of course, but

you're just talking to me.

Oh no.

I just took away the last
bit of hope, didn't I?

You were holding onto
that thread that maybe

some white knight in shining
armor is going to come in

and rescue you at
the last minute.

He's not.

All that's left, Kelly, is a
crushing defeat I'm afraid.

You ready?

Come on, let's get
you out of these.

There you go.

There.

You look great.

We're going to be late.

That's okay, I'm sure
people waited for you.

And here we go.

In five, four, three.

- A lot of you might
think you know me.

A lot of you might think

that you know what
my life is like,

or about, but you don't.

You don't know me.

Actually, just a few does.

My mom,

my dad,

my brother and my sister.

You guys know.

You're actually the only
one that actually knows me.

If I could go back in time,

I would've never
started social media.

I mean,

I wish I'd never
have to say goodbye,

but if I had to,

I didn't want it to be on here.

On social media.

Cause it's the most

entire social thing ever
and such a waste of time.

But to you,

my family, I love you.

And Lily, listen to me, baby,

I don't want you
to do this, okay?

I want you to live
a proper life.

A real life.

Not a virtual one.

And to all my followers;

you don't know me, okay?

You don't know me.
You never knew me.

We're not friends.

We're not friends.

You don't know me until
you got a drink with me

or you don't know me if you
don't know my brother name,

we don't know each other.

It takes flesh and blood
for connections like that.

And it's taken me to get to
the last two minutes of my life

to realize that.

And I would do anything

to have those two last
minutes with my family.

- All right,
let's leave it there.

- Please, let call
my baby sister.

I just want to talk to
her one last time, please.

I'm begging you, please.

Please.

- It's over, Kelly.

It's just time for
the inevitable now.

Okay?

I'm very proud of the
breakthrough you just made.

Well done, Kelly.

- He's not going to kill you.

- He never was.

- What's happening?

- He wanted to kill the old you.

The fake you.

- What?

- What do we always
say about social media?

- That nothing you
see is real, right?

- It's sad.

Nobody even knows
you're missing.

We've been texting your
friends and family.

You never spend time with them.

Call them.

And you've been posting.

Nobody even knows
you've been kidnapped.

- Is that really how
you want to live?

Someone as popular as you, yet
invisible to the naked eye.

- And he did that for-

- For you, Kelly.

This has all been for you.

And you made a
miraculous breakthrough.

You said it yourself;
this is all bullshit.

All those friends,
those virtual friends,

what were you doing it for?

They couldn't help you.

Kelly, this is your chance.

Help us.

We want to collaborate with you.

Join us.

Help reeducate the world and
what they should be doing

with their time.

I'm building an army of
social media de-influencers

and I want you by my side.

It's your second chance, Kelly.

You don't have to take it,
but I really hope you do.

- This can't be real.
This is not happening.

This is not happening.

- This is real, Kelly.

Everything that's
happening here is real.

Everything you did
before now wasn't.

- It's all right.

It's all right.

9-1-1 I need a police car
and an ambulance, I guess.

I found a young girl passed
out in a factory floor.

Please hurry.

- Hey.

Hey.

Hey, hey, you're okay,
you're fine, you're safe.

What's your name?

- Are they gone?

- Who?

- I want to talk to my family.

- Just a minute.
What's your name?

- Kelly.

- Okay. Are you hurt?

- No.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
they took my kidney.

- Okay, let me take a look.

- No, you're okay. No
one took your kidney.

- But there's a
bandage and blood and-

- Yeah, it's just a scratch.

Have you taken any
drugs or alcohol?

- And my toe.

- Yes, I can see that.
May we take a look?

- Ma'am, ma'am, did
someone attack you?

- What?

- Did someone do this to you?

We need to know if
there was a crime here.

We'll find them.

- No.

No crime committed.

- Look, you can trust us.

- I'm okay.

- You're an influencer, right?

- What?

- I want you to think of
me as a de-influencer.

Good luck, ladies.

You are going to need it.

Hey, hey, wake up.

Come on.

We're going to get
out of this, okay?

- What's happening?

- We were kidnapped.

Do you remember?

He told me I needed to help
you to get out of this prison.

- It's okay, we're going
to escape together, okay?

I'm going to get us out of here.

Okay.

Almost there, okay?