Hey, hey, Brooks! - Guess who it is! - ANNIE: Oh! - Ready? Hello! - (MUFFLED SPEECH) - Look at that face! - Oh, shit. - You did not expect us this early, did ya? - That is priceless! I've gotta capture this moment. Honey, get in there. We'll take a quick little selfie here and send it off to the losers. One, two, three. Cheese! - Ha! - (CELL PHONE RINGING) Perfect. Oh, speak of the devil. There's Ryan now, probably calling begging for help. - ANNIE: Ugh! - Ignore. This is not a game, Max! Jesus! Guys, it's a wrap in here, okay? Show's over! Listen, I'm not a venture capitalist. I'm a smuggler! BOTH: A smuggler? BROOKS: Yeah, I made a mistake. I sold The Bulgarian's egg to a different guy. And I have to get it back to him, or he's gonna kill me! "The Bulgarian's egg"? Wasn't that the third Harry Potter book? Wait, I'm confused. So this isn't the end of this whole thing? No, it is the end, okay? You said, whoever catches you gets the car. We found you, we get the car. Game over. No! I'm telling you! This is all real! MAX: The shitty actors are real? Come on. How about that ridiculous fight? Was that real? Is this gun real? Oh, no, Annie! Oh, no. Oh, no. Bang, bang. (ANNIE SCREAMS)
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♪ I'm packed and I'm holding ♪ I'm smiling, she's living, she's golden ♪ She lives for me - Sing it to the mic. - Jesus! No. ♪ Her own motivation ♪ She goes round, and she goes down on me And you, Tats? You got something to say? No? Boop. ♪ Coming over you ♪ Keep on smiling, what we go through ♪ One stop to the rhythm that divides you ♪ I see you eyeing that, Ponytail. Not on my watch! Bingo! Bingo! I got 'em, baby. Let's do this. Yes! Okay.
Game Night
10.8s
Brooks, what the fuck is going on with you? Start talking! I've lied to you and the family about what I do. I buy and I sell illegal shit for people on the black market. Really? So you're a criminal? Oh, my God! They're following us!
Game Night
6.4s
Um, maybe... Ooh... - Decision-making. - Come on, Annie. Just make up your mind. Please. - No! - No?
Game Night
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Hold up! Hold up, motherfucker! (SCREAMS) - God damn it! - Man, come on!
- I love you, Max! - Brooks, don't be an idiot! (GRUNTING)
Game Night
10.9s
Okay, these guys are not stopping. What do we do? They're not gonna stop until they get me. I'm sorry I dragged you guys into this. I'm sorry for a lot of things.
Game Night
7.8s
If you call the cops, I'll be dead before I get to jail. Why don't we just get a hold of this Marlon Freeman guy and buy the egg back from him? I couldn't find him if I wanted to. That name's an alias.
Game Night
13.8s
- Shit! - Sorry! You okay? - Yeah, I'm all right. - Okay. We need to go to the cops now! - Yeah, right now! Let's go! - No! - We can't go to the cops! - MAX: Why? The Bulgarian's got a ton of moles. On his face? No, in the police department. Look out!
Game Night
37.9s
Fuck! What are we gonna do? They're gonna kill my brother. Oh, Annie, I feel faint. I'm gonna pass out. Oh, honey, we'll get you to a hospital, okay? No, no, no! No hospitals. This is a gunshot wound, they'll call the cops. Shit, shit! Okay. So, we go to a mob doctor, right? Do you know one of those, sweetheart? - No. - No. What about a veterinarian that works for the mob? - You know one of those? - No. Come on. Why are you pitching all the mob stuff? Because I'm losing my shit here! I get it. You're gonna have to do it. - What? - Yup. You're gonna have to take the bullet out. I don't wanna do it. You think I want you to take the bullet out? I've seen you try to cut a chicken. We have no other option. (TEARFULLY) Oh, my God! This is so bad! I hate game night!
Game Night
2.3s
- Thank you! - (CELL PHONE RINGING)
Game Night
16.4s
That's not small. That's really big! So big? Way too big, baby. It's a bullet, not a grapefruit. I'm sorry! I'm sorry. This is my first time. I don't know... Oh, there's so much blood. (GAGGING) No, no. Don't you start doing that. No, you're gonna make... (GAGS) (BOTH GAGGING)
Game Night
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But I made a mistake because there's this guy, they call him The Bulgarian. He's got his fingers in all these pies around the world. - What kind of pies? - Illegal pies, Max. You know, the kind of pies that have heroin in 'em and guns and sex slaves. You know, all that kind of stuff. But he just wanted me to help him find this Faberge egg. Fuck that! Faberge egg? - Are you kidding me? - No, I'm serious. And I found it! But then there was this other guy, this Marlon Freeman. He's willing to pay twice as much for the same egg. So what? So you screwed over the Bulgarian guy, and those fellows behind us work for him, and they just happen to crash your murder mystery party? I know, right? What are the odds of that? - Oh, too close, too close! - Careful, careful!
Game Night
1m5s
- I'm sorry. - Stop it. I'm looking at you and you're making me... Well, don't look at me. I won't look at it. - Push through. Let's go. - Okay. All right, okay. - No more cutting. - Oh, shit. Just get the tweezers and get the bullet out, baby. Shit, shit, shit. Um... What? What happened? Phone went to sleep. You gotta set it so that thing stays on. - No. My phone doesn't do that. - Sure it does. Same phone as mine. Just change it. Just gonna touch it with my nose every 30 seconds. It's fine. Don't be afraid of your phone. Get in there, go to the settings, go to display and change the timing so that it doesn't revert to sleep mode. - Revert? - Yeah. What are you, Steve Jobs? I'm not reverting anything. I'm just not afraid of my phone, honey. It's so fucking simple. Shh! Quiet. I know what I'm doing, okay? Do you? Yes. - Here she goes. - Here we go. You're like a dolphin. All right. This part's gonna hurt. I don't... I don't doubt it. Okay, let's do this. - (EXHALES) - Okay. (GASPS) Ooh... Oh, wait. - (CLICKING SOUND) - What is that? You hear that? What's that sound? What's that sound? Is that the bullet? - (GASPS) That's bone! - What? That's not right. Okay. What do the racists say if you can't find the bullet? Yeah, that's bone. You got the bone. I'm looking at my bone. Look right here. (GASPS) Max, did you get shot twice?
Game Night
11.1s
(SIGHS) That's the exit wound. Oh, it came out! Yup. Nothing to remove. The bullet has exited the arm. Well, let's just sew that sucker up, huh? Yeah.