All language subtitles for Model.House.2024.720p.BluRay.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]

Mm.

Mm. These are so good fresh.

You should've come with.

Don't worry.

Bestie of the year,
hooked it up. (laughs)

Okay. No, no, no, no.

I did not just spend 4.95
on some gluten-free fried dough

for it to go to waste because

you decided to
do keto this week.

Exactly.

Indulge yourself. (laughs)

And for the record,
I think you look stunning

just the way you are.

Bella,
can we get a selfie with you?

Yeah.
Of course, babes.

Hang on, Syd.

(camera clicks)

(woman) Let's go, girls.

Cute shoes.

(girl) Thanks.

(Bella) Sorry, Syd, yeah.

Oh, don't forget to tag me.

(girls scream)

(tires screeching)

(somber music)

(water trickling)

So you're the replacement, huh?

Yeah. Zoe.

- Nadia.
- Yeah, I know who you are.

Cool.

I'm glad you could
join us on such short notice.

You must be pretty stoked.

Oh, I am.

I just... I just kinda wish it
was under better circumstances.

You know?

Yeah.

I guess you should be happy,
but not, like, too happy.

Did you know her?

We were friends,
and we worked together a bunch,

but, uh, Sydney and Bella,
they were roommates.

(photographer) Come on, Sydney.
Give me something else.

What the fuck? (sighs)

She was on the phone
with her when, you know.

Is this your first
swim campaign?

Is it really that obvious?

No.

Well, maybe.

(both laugh)

This is my first modeling job.

Whoa.
This is a really good first gig.

And you get to
stay in the model house.

Yeah.
I'm excited about that.

Same. I just broke up
with my boyfriend,

but we still live together,

so I'll take any opportunity
to get away for the night.

Nadia, you ready?

Yeah.

Am I good?

Mm-hm, you look exquisite.

- Good luck today.
- Mm-hm. (giggles)

Exquisite. Really?

? Sorry, I'm not sorry

(Nadia) You're killing it today,
Sydney.

- ? I don't mean to offend
- Thanks, Nadia.

? Can't pretend
that I ain't got a body ?

Nadia, Nadia.
(indistinct chattering)

You both are doing
really good today.

Yeah.

- (Trudy laughs)
- ? If you're not comfortable

- (photographer) Yes, let's go.
- ? You ain't gotta copy

Let's go, Zoe.
I love it.

Perfect. Perfect.

All right, yeah,
keep your hands up.

So good. So good.
You're a natural.

? Take that shirt right

- Love.
- Yes, babe.

- (woman) Mm. Love.
- (model) Oh!

- (photographer) And this one?
- (woman) Love it.

(photographer) Have
you see that?

And that one?

- (model) Oh, yeah!
- Oh, my gosh, I love it.

- You're a genius.
- I know.

? I just wanna be free ?

? Me lookin' at you, lookin'
at me, lookin' at these ?

(photographer)
Spaced out. Good, good.

Uh, Zoe. I need you front and
center for this. Come on.

Did he say front and center?

(man) Yep.

(Zoe squeals)

? Bitch, bitch

? What you talkin'
'bout, bitch ?

(rocks tumble)
(photographer, model exclaiming)

? What you talkin'
'bout, bitch, bitch ?

? You got a problem

(birds chirping)

Hello?

Hey.

It's Zoe.

Ladies?

(suitcase rolling)

I'm back from the hospital.

(Nadia) Yo. Switch with me.

Hey. Sorry, what?

I'm the oldest,
so I get the biggest room.

Model house seniority.

You take it.

No. This is fine.

(Nadia laughs) Please.

You couldn't even get up
there if you wanted to, woman.

(sighs) My brother and I used to
share a room until is was 14,

and we'd fight over
who got the top bunk.

Well, you would win, so.
(laughs)

(sighs) How bad is it?

Grade one sprain.

So basically, not that bad.

Surprised
they didn't send you home.

Yeah, well, I'm contracted
for the two days, so.

Well, guess they could still use
that pretty face for close-ups.

(both laugh)

Go. The other room's
down the hall.

It's just a right and a left.

Okay.

Oh. Hold on, babe.

What's this?

It's a top this brand sent me,

but I already had one.

(Zoe) Thanks.

I'll go try it on right now.

- Okay.
- (Zoe laughs)

(creepy ambient music)

(crickets chirping)

This is not me at all.

Whoa. Can we talk about
how hot you look in this?

Do you think?

Yes, it fits you perfectly.

Give me your phone.

(sighs) Okay.

(Nadia laughs)

- (camera clicks)
- Oh, my god.

Are we done?

(phone vibrates)

Oh, um, you're getting a call.

Oh.

Yeah.

- You better post that.
- Yeah, I'll do it later.

Okay, come on.

Everyone's worried about you.

(crickets chirping)

(Velcro rips)

(sniffs, gags) Dude.

You gotta wear
this thing for two weeks?

(Zoe) Give or take.

Could be less if
starts to feel better.

(Trudy sighs)

- Still cute, though.
- (Trudy and Zoe giggle)

- Pshh.
- (man speaking Spanish on phone)

(speaking Spanish)

(man speaking Spanish on phone)

(speaking Spanish)

(Carla kisses)

(man speaking Spanish on phone)
(Carla laughs)

Yo.

What's your Insta, again?

(Zoe) It's pr0t0z0e.

Oh, it's zeros instead of ohs.

Proto-what?

It's a play on protozoa.

Uh, bam.

Right.

(Trudy sighs)

Is this you?

Barely 10K and
not even verified.

She's just starting out.
You're fine.

Following.

Follow back, please.

(gentle ambient music)

Wow.

You both have so
many more followers than me.

(Sydney) Thanks.

Yeah, you gotta
show some more skin.

I think you're
literally wearing, like,

three layers
in every one of your pictures.

It's cold back home.

(Trudy) Where's that?

Chicago.

I live in New York,

and even when
it's snowing outside,

I still let Kendall
and Kylie out to play!

(models laugh)

(Trudy sighs)

(notifications chiming)

(man speaking Spanish on phone)

(models tapping on phones)

(phone vibrates)

(gentle ambient music)

(chat notification whooshes)

(narrator)
With heavily armed front legs,

the female praying mantis is
a particularly dangerous mate.

(crickets chirping)

(model) No way.

Not the vintage Polaroid.

I'll be using this.

(Sydney) Ooh, I want in.

(Trudy) Ooh, do it for the gram.

Gimme, gimme, gimme.

(narrator) Praying mantis...
(continues indistinctly)

Hm.

It's not what I was
expecting for a late night sext,

but I won't judge.

(sighs) No,
someone just sent me this.

Someone?

A boy. (giggles)

Who's been messaging me.

Mm.

You've heard of, uh,
playing possum, right?

- (Polaroid clicks, whirs)
- Yeah.

Okay, so, supposedly, praying
mantis males play dead too.

But after mating to avoid
being eaten by the female.

First they bite of their heads

and then devour the rest
of the body for nourishment.

(Zoe laughs)

Kind of a weird video to send
to a girl you're hitting on,

don't you think?

(Zoe laughs)

Yeah, totally.

(Polaroid clicks, whirs)
(Nadia laughs)

(chat notification whooshes)

(Trudy) Hello, ladies.

I know that look.

Somebody has
you dicked down, for real.

- No.
- (Sydney) Guys!

Check these out.

No, put that down.

She was just about
to show us her mans.

He's... he's not my mans.

Uh-huh.

(Zoe laughs)

He's sexier than
some of the girls I date.

Let me see that.

How long have
y'all been bangin'?

We're... we're not.

He literally just DMed me.

Yeah, don't do that.

(Zoe) Do what?

Respond to thirsties on DMs.

Models don't respond to DMs.

True.

Give me that.

All right, guys.

Let Zoe talk to
whoever she wants to.

(Sydney sighs) Whatever.

Hm.

You okay?

Yeah. (scoffs)

It's nothing.

(creepy ambient music)

(knock on door)

Hey. Nadia.

Oh, shit. It's Steven.

Ooh, it's about to be
a real life rom-com.

- Huh?
- (knocking on door)

Steven was in one of those
made for TV romance movies.

(Trudy laughs)

Fucking LA.

Does everyone act?

- (Zoe) Who's Steven?
- My ex.

(speaking Spanish)
(man speaking Spanish on phone)

- Anyone going to get that?
- (knocking on door)

I don't think he's leaving.

You better go outside
before he breaks the window.

(Nadia sighs)

See. This is exactly why
I don't fuck with penis.

(Nadia sighs)

I've never had these problems.

Not with my king.

(man speaking Spanish on phone)
(speaking Spanish)

This place is rad.

What the hell
are you doing here?

Geeze. No, "Hi, hello,"
maybe a, "Baby, I missed you."

Why are you here?

Well, you ignored my texts.

I got concerned.

I didn't know you weren't
coming home tonight, boo bear.

(Nadia groans)

You know I don't like
it when you call me that.

We may still live together,
but we're not together,

so I don't have to
tell you everything.

No. BT-dubs,
you look amazing AF.

"BT-dubs"?

- Yes.
- "AF"?

- That's right.
- Seriously?

You've only been here
for 30 seconds

and are already annoying me.

Ah, 45 seconds.

Okay, I'm kidding.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Okay? I'm sorry.

But I meant what I said.
You look amazing.

And... and did you get a haircut?

I got a trim.

- You never notice.
- (Steven) Oh, I notice.

I always notice you.

New haircut, meet
the new and improved Steven.

(man speaking Spanish on phone)

Um, is that Bad Bunny?

Okay, papi. (speaking Spanish)

Hi. (Trudy laughs)

(sighs) Look.

We can talk when I get home.

Right now, you can't be here.

How'd you know where to find me?

Uh, we share
our locations with each other.

Remember?

Please let me come inside,
just for one second.

- I'll talk to you for...
- Absolutely not.

(Sydney moaning)
Oh, my god.

- Whoo!
- (Nadia scoffs) Oh, my god.

(creepy ambient music)

Look.

Our only rule here is no guests,
especially guys.

You're gonna get me fired.

I'm sorry.

I've been
a really bad boyfriend.

I admit that.

But I'm prepared to fix it.

And I'll start by not liking
other girls' pics on the gram.

This isn't about that at all.

Trust me.

I've thought of every way
we can make things work.

But my energy's
not there right now.

Can you not comprehend that?

Nadia, please.

Dammit! (sighs)

This is the new
and improved Steven?

(Steven sighs) I'm trying.

We're like,
100 miles from West Hollywood.

You're absolutely crazy
for coming out here.

You're right, I am.

I'm crazy about you.

Steven. (sighs)

You need to go.

Like now.

Okay.

You know what? It's fine.

And you hair looks the same
as it always does.

Like a big bowl of spaghetti.

(Nadia scoffs) God.

(Nadia sighs)

Fuck both of you.

(Polaroid clicks, whirs)

- (Nadia) Really, Zoe?
- Sorry.

(crickets chirping)
(creepy ambient music)

(Zoe sighs)

(chat notification whooshes)

No, it's my fault.

I've been ignoring him all day.

Stalker much?

(Nadia) No, he's not.

We were together for five years,

I'm just over it.

Uh-huh.

You're better off
without him, anyway.

Men are dogs, all of them.

Yes, they are.

(Nadia laughs)

(model) Uh, excuse me.

(hot tub bubbling)

Excuse me, excuse me.

So, are we leaving our tops on?

What are we doing?

(model 2) Yes.

- (Sydney laughs)
- (model 3) Yes, yes.

(Sydney) Oh, there she is.

(Trudy inhales deeply)

You getting in with that thing?

It comes off.

(Trudy) Babe, there is a jet
right there waiting for you.

(Velcro ripping)

(Nadia sighs)

That's the spot.

You're welcome.

(Nadia laughs)

Carla.

Truth or dare?

Really?

What is this? Middle school?

You're never too old
to play Truth or Dare.

True.

Okay. Dare.

I dare you and
Trudy to make out.

Down!

Hey, don't you touch me,
cabrona.

Come on, Carla.

It's the rules.

I said, no.
I have a boyfriend.

Respect that.

Okay. Okay.
What about on the cheek?

(speaking Spanish)

Hurry up.

(Trudy gasps)
(Carla groans)

- (Sydney) Yes!
- Ay!

- You're disgusting!
- (Sydney) Yes!

(speaking Spanish)

(Trudy) Thank you.

And for the record,
that was non-consensual.

Bitch, you loved it.

Should I tag you both?

- Yeah.
- Don't you dare post that.

My boyfriend's
going to propose soon.

I can't be caught
cheating on him.

Don't post that.

(Carla scoffs)

- Whatever.
- (Sydney laughs)

Okay, Carla.
Where are you going?

You're supposed to go next.

Forget her.

Nadia, you just go.

Mm, okay, Zoe.

Truth or dare?

Truth?

- (Trudy scoffs)
- Hm.

(Trudy) Ew.

Hm.

Mm-kay. I got it.

Who's Do Not Answer?

I saw they called earlier.

Is that an ex?

No.

It's my dad.

I don't talk to him.

Well, how come?

It's okay, Zoe.
You don't have to answer that.

He's an alcoholic.

(creepy ambient music)

He'd come home drunk,
and they would argue.

And I'd just run into my room
and close the door.

Because if
I couldn't hear or see them,

maybe I could pretend
that we were normal.

I was 15 when he broke her nose.

Smack!

A backhand to her face.

And when the ambulance came,

my mom told the paramedics
she'd fallen down the stairs.

At the time,
I didn't want anything

to happen to my dad either,
so I backed her story.

But a few days later,
they came and arrested him.

For some reason
she changed her mind.

We moved away,
and I haven't seen him since.

Is she okay?

Yeah.

She's great, actually.

She ended up marrying
her divorce lawyer. (chuckles)

So, I don't know,

maybe everything was
supposed to happen this way.

And Gary's
basically become my dad.

He's been paying
for me to go to college.

(Carla) Okay.

Why do you all look like Miami
Swim Week just got canceled?

This is for you.

Thanks, Carla.

(Carla) For you.

Thank you, bae.

Not your bae.

Okay. Agree to disagree.
(laughs)

(Carla) And last but not least...

Sure, I'll just get my own.

(Trudy) Ugh, after that story,
I'll need two of these.

(Sydney) These look so good,
Carla.

Is there alcohol in this?

Of course. It's a margarita.

I'm actually not 21 yet.

Well, I'm from Puerto Rico,

and you only
have to be 18 there.

So drink up, mama.

Ah, ah, ah, wait.

Before anyone takes a sip,
we first have to take a pic.

- Yes.
- So I can get paid.

- Perfecto!
- Hey.

Oh, girl, I look crazy in that.

Can I repost it?

Of course.

Salud.

- Yes, bitches.
- Whoo!

(Carla) Zoe, what are you doing?

(Zoe) Nothing. Nothing.

(Zoe sipping)

(Carla screams)

Get it away!

(Trudy screams)

- Please!
- Shit. Oh, shit!

No, no, no, no, no, no.
Don't, don't, don't, don't.

It's just a harmless
daddy long legs.

(Carla) Ew!

Ew, ew, ew!

(Trudy) That's disgusting!

(Trudy wretches)

(speaking Spanish)

(crickets chirping)

(owl hooting)

(fire crackling)

Hey.

Sorry for bringing that up
with your dad and all.

No, it's... it's... it's fine.

He calls me
when he's been drinking

and tries to
apologize for everything.

I just stopped answering.

Um, so listen,
I didn't wanna say anything

in front of the girls.

But that guy that DMed you?

Yeah.

Uh, that's
the same guy, isn't it?

I see him everywhere.

His name's not Clyde, it's Zack.

(creepy ambient music)

I think you're being catfished.

No.

I don't think so.

Either way, I mean,
you're about to be a big model.

It comes with the territory.
Might as well get used to it.

You really think that?

That I'll be big?

You're here,
aren't you? (laughs)

And the whole mixed
thing is so hot right now.

But regardless of
what may or may not be in,

I do think you'll be
around long enough

to get first dibs
on your room in a model house.

(Zoe laughs softly)

Thanks, Nadia.

(Nadia laughs softly)

Now, come on.

Let's go get you
some more content.

Okay. Yeah.

(both chuckle)

Gimme a second.

(creepy ambient music)

(Nadia) Zoe, are you coming?

Mm-hm.

? Good job, Curtis

? Yeah, yeah, damn

? Curtis Waters

? My boy Decz up in Canada

? Ice on my, ice on my neck

? Countin' up a check

? Ice on my, ice on my neck

? Countin' up a check

? Ice on my neck
that's incoming ?

? I'm a pretty boy,
I'm stunning ?

? Super-speed,
Sonic, I'm running ?

? Super, super, super-speed,
Sonic, I'm running ?

? Call me big papa,
I'm sonnin' ?

? I supply the dick
when she want it ?

? I'm a bad boy, McLovin ?

? I'ma, I'ma,
I'm a bad boy, McLovin ?

? Hey, good pussy
sound like pasta ?

? I got young dick,
call the pastor ?

? She give good brain,
she a master ?

? Little Einstein,
bitch, I'ma blast off ?

- Oh, my god!
- God!

Trudy, your hair!

(doorbell rings)

(indistinct chattering)

(Trudy laughs)

- Send that to me.
- I'll get it.

- Oh! That is so funny.
- (knocking, doorbell ringing)

(man sighing)

Hi.

Yeah.

Uh, listen.

I live in the white house
down the street.

You know, the badass
one with the two lions?

Okay?

And unlike others
in this neighborhood,

we live here full time.

Okay?

I know you've probably
rented this house for the night.

I get it. It's cool.

But maybe you could just be
a little bit more considerate.

You know, turn the music down.
That'd be great.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

- We were just work...
- Is there a problem here?

Wow.

Uh. (laughs)

What is... what is this?

Is this like a...
a bachelorette or?

No.

Just me and my
model girlfriends hanging out.

He lives around here
and was just complaining

that our music is too loud.

(Trudy) Really?

Is that true, handsome?

Uh. (sighs)

Mm-hm.
No.

I mean, I wasn't,
I wasn't complaining.

I just... (clears throat)

You know what? Forget it.

I'll just, I'll shut my windows.

You know?
I won't hear a thing.

Okay?

Um, but you know what?

Maybe just to be safe,

I don't really wanna
have to go back and forth.

Maybe I should get your number.
You know what I mean?

Zoe. Writing utensil.

Mm.

(bag unzips)

That way I can just text you,
you know,

if I hear anything else.

(Trudy chuckles)

(laughs softly)

Okay. Bye bye, now.

Mm. Right.

Okay. I'll text you.

Okay.

(door closes)
(Trudy humming)

Did you really
give him your number?

I thought you were a lesbian.

I am.

Oh, yeah.

(crickets chirping)

(creepy ambient music)

(Sydney)
Has anyone seen my jump-rope?

If you're gonna
take it out of my suitcase,

at least put
it back where you found it.

(Carla laughs)

BenDover69, don't be a troll.

You know you have to
pay extra for that. (laughs)

("Como Yo" by Feefa playing)

Where is it?

(Carla scoffs)

What?

My jump rope.

You workout? (laughs)

(Sydney scoffs)

It's not in here.

Your man is cool
with you doing that?

He doesn't pay my rent.

Is there anything else?

Hey!
What are you guys up to?

Leaving, before
I drop a skinny hoe.

(Carla)
What's that gorda's problem?

(Sydney) I'm so, so, glad
I don't have to whore myself out

for followers like
some people in this house.

But I won't say who. (coughs)

Carla. (coughs)

(door opens)

What was that about?

And please, don't tell me
you guys are fighting

over something stupid
like follower counts.

She's just an entitled bitch
who thinks she's hot shit

with pinched little waist
and perfectly toned ass.

What's wrong?

Maybe just once,
once, I could feel like

a photographer is happy to
see me, build a shoot around me.

Not just treat me
like the token curve model

thrown in the mix
to be inclusive.

I try to be confident,

but it's girls like that
that make me feel this way,

like I don't even deserve
to be on a shoot with them,

or even considered a model.

Bella...

Bella not once ever looked at me

as if I were
any different than her.

Look.

I know you're
going through it right now,

but you have got
to be a team player,

even if you don't like
some of your teammates.

You know, Bella would've
told you the exact same thing.

Here.

I think this might help.

I, I stopped smoking.

Hm.

What was that thing
Bella used to always say?

(Sydney laughs softly)

Indulge yourself.

Mm. That's right.

(lighter flicks)

Indulge yourself, sis.

(Sydney coughing)

(Nadia laughs)

Are you good?

- Yeah.
- (Nadia) Okay. (laughs)

Yeah. Hm?

Oh, no, no, no.

That's not for me.

That's for you.

I have a beauty routine to do

before tomorrow's call time.

See you inside?

Yeah.

(brakes squeak)

(Sydney laughs softly)

Great.

Now who's man is here?

(Sydney, echoing) Who even
drives something like that?

Okay. This car is sus.

No. Syd, relax.

It's completely normal.

No, no, no, no,
no, no, no more for me.

I'm too tired for this shit.

(Sydney screams)
(intense music)

- (man) Shh! Shh!
- (Sydney) Get the fuck off me!

(man)
Shut the fuck up.

(Sydney grunts) Let go of me!

- Stop!
- (man) Come on!

Ugh, we're gonna
need some more toilet paper,

'cause I just
took a mean, old... Shit!

(ominous ambient music)

No. (Sydney crying)

(speaking Spanish)

(Carla gasps)

(ominous music)
(Carla screams)

(man)
Give me your fucking phone.

Shut the fuck and
give me your fucking phone.

Give me your phone.

Give me your fucking phone.

(models crying)

What... what do you want from us?

Shut the fuck up.

Did I ask you to talk, huh?

(Zoe squeaks)

Didn't fucking think so.

(models breathing shakily)

And two, three, four.

Five.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Find her.

Go. Fucking find her.

Get down, now.

- (models shriek)
- Now. Down.

You fucking
think this is funny, huh?

(model) No.

(woman) Shut up.

(ominous ambient music)

(Nadia exhales deeply)

(door creaks)

(notification chimes)

(music continues)

(footsteps approaching)

(masked man breathing heavily)

(Nadia) Shit.

She's in here!

Don't move.

Let's get the hell out of here.

- Hey!
- What the fuck, Trudy?

Think about what they'll do
to Nadia if they see us gone.

(speaking Spanish)

This happens all
the time back home.

(Nadia thumps on floor)

(Nadia grunts)

(both shout)

What's up, buttercup?

Go.

(masked man groans)

(masked man sighs)

(models crying)

(Carla shrieks)

(masked woman) Fuck.

(Trudy cries)

She's not going anywhere.

(Zoe whimpers)

Are you okay?

How much money
did you ask him for, huh?

Shut up!

He won't give it to you.

Don't think they're
after your boyfriend's money.

Maybe this isn't
about you, for once.

(Carla spits)

(ominous music)

(masked man chuckles)

No.

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

No, no, no, no.

- (masked man) Shut the fuck up!
- (muffled screams)

Anyone else?

We're not gonna hurt you.

Okay? Huh?

And there's no fucking ransom.

This isn't a kidnapping.

(woman) So you're probably
now wondering who we are

and what we want.

The who doesn't matter.

You don't know us,

and it's probably in your best
interest to keep it that way.

Now the want, well, (chuckles)

The short answer
is nothing from you.

Yes, this is a break-in,
a home invasion,

whatever
the fuck you wanna call it.

But you're not getting robbed.

Your followers are.

Our followers?

Oh, yeah, honey. Your followers.

We're gonna post a donation
link to your social media pages

that'll be connected directly

to an untraceable
offshore account.

And once we collect the small
sum of one million dollars,

this'll all be over.

You can go on living
your pretty little lives.

(Trudy cries)

And you'll never see us again.

(Carla shouts indistinctly)

(masked woman) Shut up!

(ominous music)

What are you doing?

(masked woman) First,
I'm turning your passcode off.

Second, I'm finding a photo.

Third, I'm coming up
with the perfect caption.

"Please donate to the
Bella Baylor Family Foundation."

You're fucking sick.

Leave her out of it.

Shut up!

Link in bio.

(phone clatters)

You can play, too.

(Carla cries)

(masked man) Eeny, meeny,
miny, moe, maybe you?

- You? You?
- No.

- Huh?
- No.

- No?
- No.

Is it you? Huh?

Open your fucking eyes!

Open your fucking eyes!

You... you're not gonna find

the kind of
photo you're looking for.

(masked man) No?

What about that?

(Zoe cries)

(masked man laughs)

(Zoe crying)

(masked man laughing)

Aw, there you are.

Look.

Ay!

Fucking pendeja!

Thank you.

(muffled shouts)

A hundred photos
of the same pose.

Really?

(muffled shouting)

All right, last but not least...

Passcode.

(Trudy whimpering)

Don't fuck with me!

- Zero!
- (woman) Uh-huh?

Zero, zero, zero.

Really?

(masked woman laughs)

Thank you.

(ominous music)

(phone clatters)

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

(models crying)

(music continues)

(masked man)
Time for the main event.

You already have our phones.

Just take whatever else
you want and get out of here.

Shit, you were right.

Their followers will do
anything for these bitches.

Is it working?

Five racks in, and we've
only been live a few minutes.

(notifications chiming)

Look how many
likes we're getting.

She.

What?

You... you said we.

But it's her
that getting those likes.

Yeah, I know.

(notifications chiming)

Here, silence them.

Thank you.

I had my doubts,

but I, I, I think this
is really gonna work.

Yeah, I told you.

(masked man sighs)

I know they say not to,

like, spend your money
before you have it,

but (sighs) fuck that.

I'm getting an old school,
Chevy or Lincoln,

two tone candy paint job,
white leather seats.

Something from the '70s, with
22 inch chrome rims, of course.

That'll be fly as shit.

You've been watching
way too many rap music videos.

(masked man sighs)

And hydraulics,
'cause we bouncin', girl.

Bouncin'.

Focus.

(masked man laughs)
Bouncin'.

What are we gonna do?

Nothing.

We wait it out.

They already said
they're not gonna hurt us.

(Sydney sighs)

It could take days for them
to raise that kind of money.

We won't be here for days.

We're getting
picked up in the morning.

We have a six AM call time.

(Trudy cries)

(recorded female voice)
Close your eyes,

unless you're driving.

(Steven breathes deeply)

I can't believe Nadia
didn't even mention this to me.

I mean, she always asks me
to support her charities.

(Steven sighs)

Chillax, brother.

The new Steven keeps his cool.

(recorded female voice)
Let's do that again.

(Steven) Yes.

(recorded female voice)
Take a deep breath in.

Donate anonymously.

(recorded female voice)
I never swear.

Nope.

Steven James, 100 dollars.

- (car horn honks)
- I'm going.

Eff off! Okay?

Going. I am going.

(female voice) Swearing
is for people with no...

(clock ticking)

(Nadia sighs)

Our poor followers.

Donating, thinking
they're doing something good.

(somber music)

Trudy.

Do you think
it could be the neighbor?

That creep?

You were so nice to him.

You gave him your number.

Yeah, about that.

What are you guys talking about?

A neighbor that complained
about the music earlier.

- You think it could be him?
- No.

We've been
posting here all night.

It's probably just a crazed fan.

But how would
they know where the house is?

(somber music)

(object slams table)

Is something wrong?

No.

Everything's synced,
links are active.

We still have service.

What's up?

It's been two hours.

We should have more than that.

Chill.

No, we need to do something,

to get the money in faster.

We've barely cracked 40 grand.

God.

How does she get so many likes?

It's just a photo of her face.

Like the one before it
and the one before that.

It's 'cause she's mad hot.

(woman) Look at this.

Yeah, what about it?

See how many views it has?

(man) Damn.

10 million?

All right, ladies, ladies.

All right, you wanna
help out you and your friends?

Huh?

She's not my friend.

We're gonna go live.

The more they give,
the more you take all off.

No?

Okay.

Looks like
you're in for a long night.

I'll do it.

(Nadia whispering)
What are you doing?

I want this to be over.

You?

Back when I was
trying to get more followers,

I would make
twerk videos for attention.

I can do it.

All right.

Don't be dumb.

(funky music)

Oh, guys, we're fucked.

(bra straps snap)

(woman )This got her followers?

Wow.

(mouthing) Oh my god.

(music continues)

Stop.

(music stops)
(masked woman sighs)

How was that?

A couple grand is not enough.

Put your clothes back on.

(Carla, muffled) I'll do it.

(muffled speech)

She's trying to say something.

(muffled speech)

Stop.

(muffled speech)
I'll fucking do it.

Oh, wha-wha-what was that?

I can't hear you.
You wanna do it?

- You wanna give it a go?
- Mm-hm.

All right.

Miss 10 million views.

(masked man) Get, get up,
get up, get up, let's go.

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

(Carla) Let the pro do it.

(upbeat electronic music)

Go see how we do.

(upbeat electronic music)

And we're live.

(speaking Spanish) my loves.

I need you to
donate to this charity.

The more generous you are,

the more generous I'll be.

(music continues)

Help! Call the police!

We're being held hostage!

(masked woman laughs)

Bitch, I never went live.

- (Carla) No!
- (masked woman laughs)

No!

(masked woman grunts)

(app chimes)

Help us!

- We need help!
- (masked woman grunts)

Carla!

(ominous music)

8(Trudy cries)

(Nadia) Carla!

Is she dead?

They killed her!
They fucking killed her!

(Zoe) Look what you've done!

(Nadia crying)

Fuck!

What were you thinking?

Well, you saw what she did.
What was I supposed to do?

We just... we just went from

making a few helpless
models' followers send us money

to now...
being guilty of a felony murder.

You think she's really dead?

I'm pretty fucking sure!

Fuck!

Fuck, fuck,
fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Listen, I-I-I'm done.

- I'm out.
- But no, no, no, no, no.

- You said no one would get hurt.
- Hey, hey.

It's gonna be okay.
All right?

No.

- We're leaving now.
- Hey.

- No, calm d...
- We gotta...

Hey, look at me.
Calm down. Okay?

We're about to be paid.

We're gonna travel the world
in matching Gucci sweatsuits.

We're gonna stay in one of those
floating huts in the Maldives.

Don't forget
about your 22 inch rims.

You still want those, right?

Yeah.

What was that?

Of course I do.

But we're not gonna make close

to the amount of money
that we thought we were.

Okay, let's just
take this little fucking win

and walk outta here,
richer than when we walked in.

No.

(masked man) No?

The other side of the world
is just waking up.

Let's just stay an hour,
just one, and then we can go.

(masked man sighs)

One hour.

Yeah, I promise.

(ominous ambient music)

(door creaks)

Look.

(notification chimes)

- "Are you okay?"
- (notification chimes)

- "What happened to your live?"
- (notification chimes)

"Please come back"?

(woman)
There's hundreds of them.

- (notification chimes)
- Can we post something,

put their minds at ease?

(notifications chiming)

Good idea.

Hurry. Hurry, hurry.

(notifications chiming)

(woman)
How's this for a caption?

"Sorry, the live stream cut out.

The service here is no bueno"?

Sure.

(chat bubble whooshes)

(man) Who the fuck is that?

Up! Get, get up!

(ominous ambient music)

(crickets chirping)

(indistinct shouting)

(masked man) Get the fuck up.

- Come on.
- (models screaming)

Hm. Very nice.

Shit.

Unlike, unlike. Dude. (sighs)

(tense music)

(muffled screams)

(muffled groans)

(doorbell ringing)

(doorbell ringing repeatedly)

(doorbell rings)

(door creaks)

Can I help you?

(Steven) I'm here to see Nadia.

Nadia?

Yeah. I'm Steven, her boyfriend.

Nice to meet you, bro.

You seeing one
of the models, too?

No.

All right.

Uh, will you just
grab Nadia real quick?

- I wanna talk to her.
- She isn't here.

I think you got
the wrong house, maybe.

Okay. (scoffs)

(Steven chuckles)

This is funny.
It's funny, I like it.

Um, she tell you
not to let me in?

No.

Like I said, she isn't here.

It's time for you to go.

Okay.

Sorry to bother you.

No guys in the house, huh?

Go home, my guy.

(Nadia's voicemail)
Hey, you've reached Nadia.

I'm either on a shoot,
at a casting, or on a plane.

So leave a message,
and if I like you,

I'll get back to you.

Bye.

Nadia, hey.

Uh, I don't like
how we left things off,

so I, I just came back
by to say that I'm sorry.

But this really weird dude
answered the door,

and I remember you said
that there were no guys allowed.

So, you know,
I just wanted to make sure

that everything was okay.

Um, anyhoo.

I will be in my car
for 30 or so,

if you wanna come out and talk.

Okay. I love you.

Um, bye.

No, that's... too desperate.

(app chimes)

Go home.

Please, go home.

Okay, just one big
mother truckin' party.

(Steven sighs)

Okay.

(creepy ambient music)

(Steven sighs)

What in the?

(ominous ambient music)

Oh, my god.

(Steven breathing heavily)

Bro.

I thought I told you to leave.

(gunman grunts)

(gunman groans)

(both grunting)

(both breathing heavily)

What is going on, huh?

Huh?

- (Steven) Keep moving. Walk.
- I'm going, my dude.

- (Nadia shouts indistinctly)
- Nadia, are you all right?

Mm-hm.

Okay.

I'm gonna get
you all outta here.

Put your weapon down.

(muffled screams)

If you shoot her,
I will shoot him.

I swear to god
I'm gonna kill him.

What are you waiting for?

(models whimpering)

(Steven)
Don't make me ask you again.

I have day-played many a cop,

and I know my way around a gun.

Okay, good. Good, good.

Right there.

Yeah, that. One more step.

(zip ties scraping)

One more, stop right there.

(tense music)

Very good.

Go back.

(gun clatters)

Okay, good.

Take the tape off, untie them.

(Trudy pants)

(Nadia groans)
Steven.

Pooh Bear.
It's okay, I love you.

I love you so much.
You're gonna be okay.

What are you doing?

I'm just
reaching into my pocket,

to get something
to cut the zip ties.

Okay, well, well, hurry up!

(Sydney groans)

(stammers) Start with her first.

Her, my girlfriend.

(masked woman scoffs)

Okay.

(Nadia groans)

(gun fires)

(man) Oh, fuck!

(Steven thuds)

(models scream)

(Nadia) Steven!

No! (screams)

Steven! Steven!

(ominous ambient music)

No! Steven!

(models crying)

(models scream)

(man 2) Oh, yeah, did I hit you?

Dude, my fucking ear.

(Nadia) Steven!

(models crying)

Steven! (cries)

What have you done?

(model screams)

Let me go, and
I won't say a word about this.

(models crying)

Don't come any closer. Don't.

Who the fuck do
you think you are, huh?

(models crying)

Hey, man.

You're getting
blood on the floor.

Clean yourself up.

Go! Go!

(models crying)

(ominous ambient music)

(crickets chirping)

You just had to
go and text him, huh?

(woman) He's just here
to clean up after us.

If it wasn't for him, lover boy
would've taken you out.

We'd both be
in the backseat of a cruiser.

Well, the stupid
fuck didn't have to

come in all bang bang.

You don't think
anyone heard those shots?

No.

The cops
would've been here by now.

That's comforting.

Will you sit fucking still?

(sighs)

(winces)

You gonna let me
help you or not?

Yeah.

(woman sighs)

Look.

We have 50 thousand
untraceable dollars.

Okay?

What isn't
untraceable is our DNA

that's now inside that house.

(man groans)

Now you watch out what
you say about Flip, all right?

That's my brother.

Foster brother. (groans)

(gasps)

(coughs)

(knife clanking)

(Trudy gasps)

(models whimpering)

(ominous ambient music)

(music continues)

(cleaner spraying)

(Trudy)
Just run over there and grab it.

Run.

(Nadia)
With that thing on her leg?

(Trudy)
At least her legs are free.

Yeah, I don't...
I don't know, Trudy.

What is she supposed to
do with it when she gets it?

Shoot him?

Yes.

I've never held a gun,
let alone shot one.

It's easy.

You just point
and pull the trigger.

(ominous music)

(model sighs)

(bottle spraying)

Look. He's gone.

Now would be the time to do it.

(all three shuddering)

(brush scrubbing)

(creepy ambient music)

(Nadia whispering) Come on, Zoe.

(brush scrubbing)

(ominous ambient music)

(Trudy whispering) Almost there.

(item clatters)

(cleaner spraying)

(brush scrubbing)

(Trudy whispering) She got it.

Come on. Come on.

(Nadia whispering) Come on, Zoe.

(Trudy whispering)
Come on, let's go.

- (model) No, no, stop.
- (model 2) No, no.

(indistinct shouting)

(Nadia) Stop! What are you
doing? Don't touch her!

Get away! Get away!

Shut up! Shut up!

(Zoe crying)

- Open your mouth.
- No, please.

- No, please. No, please.
- Open.

(Nadia) That's Carla's blood.

(muffled crying)

(muffled groans)

(chair thuds)

(muffled crying)

(grunts)

Just chill.

Hey. Hey.

- You're gonna be all right.
- (muffled crying)

(fire crackling)

(Nadia) Please! Please!

- Help!
- The fuck is he doing?

(Nadia) Do something!

Please!

Stop him!

(door slams)

(ominous ambient music)

(woman)
If only you hadn't seen my face.

(woman shouts)

(muffled crying)

(whimpering)

What's going on?

Please help us!

(Trudy) Help her! She's choking!

(Zoe shrieks)

Stop him.

You need to chill out.

You need to chill out.

You need to chill out.

Chill, chill,
chill, chill, chill.

What the fuck?

- (Nadia grunts)
- Chill.

That's enough, yo.

(shouting indistinctly)

(Nadia grunts)

(gun fires)

(gun clatters)

(Trudy gasps)

(Nadia panting)

(man) Hey, babe.
Babe, babe, babe.

Babe.

No, no. Leave it.

You need to breathe.
You need to breathe.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Shh.

(woman panting)

Shit. We need to get you help.

(woman groans)

- (man) We'll get you some help.
- (woman) I'm fine.

Just get my money.

(woman groans)

I'm fine.

This is all your fucking fault.

(ominous music)

(plastic rustling)

(woman groaning)

(gentle ambient music)

(Trudy sighs)

I find it ironic
that the followers

we seem to spend so
much of our lives caring about

are also the reason
we're even in this mess.

And now it doesn't even matter,

because that maniac
is gonna kill us.

Don't say that, Trudy. (sighs)

We've seen all their faces.

They aren't
gonna just let that go.

Pussy whip, come here.

Be in there, wait for me.

- I gotta talk to you.
- (man) Okay.

(groans)

Let me see.

(groans, winces)

You're watching them, right?

(woman) Yeah.

Yeah?

Yes.

(gunwoman groans)

(Flip) They may be tied up,

but you still
need to pay attention.

(Zoe breathing shakily)

(dramatic ambient music)

(groaning)

We all have to
meet our end some day.

But not this way, and not today.

We just let these idiots
walk through that front door,

take our phones,
and kill our friends.

We've been fucked with
long enough.

Zoe's right.

Look.

She's not even paying attention.

If we all get up
at the same time,

and suck our stomachs in,

the rope should
just drop to the floor.

Smart. Let's do it.

Okay.

Ready?

- Go.
- (models grunting)

It's not working.

It's too tight.

(Zoe sighs)

Wait.

Wait, I have an idea.

There's a lighter in my pocket.

Can one of you guys reach it?

(Nadia grunts)

I can. I can.

Yes.

- (Nadia) Got it?
- Yeah.

(Flip grunts)

(Flip claps his hands)

Hey.

I'm gonna let you putting your
hands on the girl here slide.

It's only because my sister
likes you so much.

Capiche?

- (knife clanking)
- Let me ask you something.

Uh-huh.

Why didn't
you cover up your face?

Any one of them can ID you now.

(scoffs)

Real fucking careless,
if you ask me.

Yeah.

And uh, where did,
uh, wearing mask get you?

Man, don't worry.

It's not gonna matter anyways.

(ominous music)

(model winces)

(model sighs)

- Ow.
- Hurry, hurry.

Trudy.

(Trudy wincing)

Come on, Trudy.

Hurry, Trudy.

You know, pussy whip,

if you were planning on one day
marrying my sister...

- (man) Foster sister.
- Whatever.

You gotta ask for
the family blessing.

And since
I'm the only family she's got,

well, that means
you gotta ask me.

But I'm not
gonna give it to you.

What's your problem
with me, huh?

(Flip) Brothers are always
gonna have a problem

with their sisters' boyfriends.

Well, I got a problem with you.

And it's that
I don't fucking trust you.

I know you shooting me
was no accident.

Okay.

Okay?

Yeah.

So, look.

Usually, when I do this,
I like to start at the feet.

So if they come back from
the dead, they can't run away.

You feel me?

- Here.
- (knife snaps)

You want that blessing?

No.

I ain't trying to
be a part of this.

Nah, nah, "I'm not
trying to be part of this"?

You... (inhales deeply)

She was right.

What?

Annie said she didn't
think you had it in you

to do any of this.

She didn't say that.

Well, if she thought
you had the gonads for it,

what am I doing here?

Uh-huh.

(sighs)

Oh, bro, stop, stop. (laughs)

Fuck, pussy whip.

I'm fucking with you,
pussy whip.

Fuck, man! You're fucked up!

Your face, right. (laughs)

They only do this
shit in the movies, man.

I don't... (laughs)

It's real fucking funny.

What are we gonna do, then?

(laughs) I got it, man.

(laughs)

(knife clanks)

(Trudy) Hey, bad guys.

Oh.

(Trudy) Hey, yoo-hoo, bad guys.

Hey, can one of you come here

- for a second, please?
- Babysit.

(Trudy) Can I talk to you?

(plastic rustling)

Um, excuse me.

Bad guy?

I really need to
use the bathroom.

You can piss
right where you are.

It's number two, sir.

Well, then hold it.

I really can't hold it.

It would be completely inhumane

to keep me here tied up,
sitting in my own shit.

(Trudy shouts indistinctly)

(Flip grunts)

- Annie! Annie, wake up!
- (gasps)

(Flip) Shoot those cock suckers!

(gun fires)

- (Flip) What are you doing?
- (Annie grunts)

- You're wasting 'em, shoot 'em.
- (Annie groans)

(Flip) Give me the gun.

(Annie wincing, panting)

Hey, hey, hey!
What are you doing?

(Nadia) Run, Zoe!
Get help!

- Zoe! Run!
- Shut up!

Hey, shut up, shut up.

Listen. If she gets away,
we go to jail for life.

Shoot that bitch.

(Nadia groans)

(tense music)

Stop!

I don't wanna shoot you.

Come back.

(gun fires)

(Zoe grunts)

(tense music)

Shit.

(fire crackling)

(Sydney crying)

(groans)

(breathing heavily)

I knew she used it.

(Flip) Come on.
I know you're in here.

Come on.

Skid mark.

Huh, where you at?

(Trudy panting)

Nadia, duck!

Suck on a fucker,
you fucking shit!

(tense music)

(Nadia screams)

(Annie grunts)

(shouting indistinctly)

(both gasping)

(Nadia choking)

(Annie gasps)

Doesn't feel good not being
able to breathe, now, does it?

(Annie gasping)

(Annie choking)

(Trudy panting)

(garage door whirs)

(Trudy groans)
Come on.

Hurry. Come on.
Come on, come on.

(panting, shrieks)

Come on, please.

Come on, come on.

Help! Help!

Come on.

(garden hoe strikes)

(Trudy groans)

(tense music)

(Flip breathing heavily)

Hoe.

(crickets chirping)

(ominous ambient music)

Babe. Hey, babe. Hey, hey.

Hey, hey.

Wake, wake up.

Hey!

(Sydney grunts)

(gunman groans)

Okay, okay.
Oh, okay, stop. Stop.

(crickets chirping)

(creepy ambient music)

(Zoe grunts)

(Zoe panting)

Help! Please!

Please.

(Zoe cries)

Please.

Help.

All right.

You wanna try this again?

(gun cocks)

Okay.

Put the gun down on the table.

Now.

All right.

Take it easy. You're in control.

Hey. Hey, hey.

Huh?

Take it easy.

You're in control.

(gun clatters)

Everyone's cool.

This is too easy.
He's bluffing.

I'm bluffing! Oh!

- You got the gun!
- (Sydney) Stay back! Stay back!

(Flip)
What, are you gonna shoot me?

- Shoot!
- (gun fires)

You fucking shot at me?

- Sorry, I'm trying!
- (Flip) What are you gonna do?

- (Nadia) Again!
- It's empty!

(Flip) The f...

You pull a gun
on me once, shame on you.

You pull it on me twice...

(gun fires)

- (man) Oh, shit!
- (Nadia) Oh, my god!

Hey.

You see where she went?

(sighs) No.

We gotta go.
Come on, untie me.

(ominous ambient music)

(Nadia grunts)
(Flip screams)

Fuck! Oh! (groans)

(panting, groaning)

(screaming)

(both grunt)

(both grunting)

(Nadia groans)

(Nadia coughs)

(Nadia gasping)

(knife slices)

(Flip sighs)

(music continues)

Flip.

(echoing) Flip.

Get me out of this.

(breathing heavily)

Asshole.

(Flip groans)

(Flip groaning)

(Flip breathing heavily)

(Flip winces)

(door creaks)

Nadia.

Hey. Hey.

The cops are on their way.

I had to come back.

I just couldn't leave you.

(Nadia breathing raspily)

You're okay.

(Nadia coughing)

(Nadia gasping)

Okay.

You're gonna be okay.

You're okay.

Stay with me, you'll be okay.

- (Nadia mutters)
- (Zoe) What?

- (Nadia gasping)
- What did you say?

Look out.

(Nadia gasps)

(knife clicking)

(man) Hey. Hey.

Here.

(dramatic music)

(gun fires)

(body thuds)

(gun clatters)

(somber music)

I just saved you.
Please let me go.

Please. Please. I was only
a pawn in my girl's game.

What is that even
supposed to mean?

I didn't want any
of you to get hurt.

You tried to shoot me.

Real talk.

She was obsessed with you girls.

Wanted tons of followers.

Wanted to be just like y'all.

She was so hyped
when you talked to her.

And when that link
worked to track your location.

What link?

I don't know,
it was some kind of video.

Video?

What video?

Wait.

Goodguyclyde?

That was her?

Yes!

Yeah, see. I ain't lying.

Now, let me go, please.

Wait. Where is she?

You don't gotta do that.
She... she's already dead.

(gun cocks)

Tell me!

She's in the hallway.

(creepy ambient music)

(Nadia breathing shakily)

(gun clatters)

(police sirens in distance)

("Those Years Are Over"
by Sha La Das)

? When we were young
and were both in school ?

? We had to play

(officer) Let me see your hands!

Let me see your hands!

Walk towards me.

Walk toward me.

Keep your hands
were I can see 'em.

Keep coming. Keep coming.

Keep coming.

Okay, guys, let's go.
Keep your hands up.

Keep your hands up.

All right, come with me.

I got her.

Go, go.

Check the house.

? Don't worry, baby

(officer 2) Move, move.

(officer 3)
Over there, over this way.

Watch my back.

(officer 2) Got him?

? Don't worry baby

(officer 3)
Let's go, stay alert.

? We're all getting older

(officer 4) Over here.

(indistinct chatter)

? You were at home,
I was on the road ?

? Each of us
carried a separate load ?

? Making the best
of the daily grind ?

(indistinct radio chatter)

? Worry and stress
always on our minds ?

(female dispatcher) 2632 Kevin.

(man on radio) 10-15-one-one,
male suspect at 0257 hours.

1039 Pete Furlong.

(female dispatcher) 10-4,
26 on one white male subject.

10-15 at 257 hours.

? We're all getting older

(man on radio)
We have EMS staging.

Have EMS come in.

(continues indistinctly)

(female dispatcher) 10-4.

(man on radio)
I have six S-seven(indistinct)

One male, five females.

(female dispatcher) 10-4.

(man on radio) Multiple F-zeros
located as well.

(Female Dispatcher) 10-4.

26 on Zoe?

(man on radio
speaks indistinctly)

(female dispatcher)
EMS(indistinct) 23.

EMS advisor, 26(indistinct) 97.

? Pages keep turning
all through our lives ?

(sirens waling)

? Mothers and fathers
and husbands and wives ?

(Annie panting)

? Each chapter has
its own share of pain ?

? Despite it all
I would do it again ?

? 'Cause those years are over

? Don't worry baby

? Yes, those years are over

? Don't worry baby

? We're all getting older

? Yes, those years are over

? Don't worry baby

? Those years are over

? Don't worry baby

? Ooh ooh ooh

? Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

? Yes, those years are over

? Don't worry baby

? Those years are over

? Don't worry baby ?

(singer vocalizing)

? Those years are over

? Don't worry baby