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1m24s
(GASPS) Jesus Christ! What's with that knife? It's for the cheese. Okay, all right. Just, you know, really aggressive way to carry a knife. Oh no, I've got one. Never have I ever connected my work computer to the projector in the conference room when it was open on a WebMD page for chlamydia symptoms. - RYAN: That's not cool! - SARAH: Drink! Just for the record, I did not have chlamydia. It was pubic dermatitis. You get it from not washing your crotch. - Okay. - MAX: Good for you. I... I like her. Listen, you're not supposed to single people out in this game. It's supposed to be generic things, like, "Never have I ever slept with a celebrity." Oh, I didn't know. Okay. BROOKS: Whoops. - SARAH: Mmm? - Ooh. (KEVIN CHUCKLES) What? You slept with a celebrity? No, I was taking a drink separate from the game. - That was bad timing. - MAX: Mmm. MICHELLE: I see how you would think, but it's not. Well, then why are you breathing like you just got off the elliptical? I'm not. I'm... (SCOFFS) Come on, babe. Whose turn is it? Uh, it's Max. Max, it's your turn. Huh? I'm not playing a drinking game. Who was it? What's the deal with that? (WHISPERS) They've been together since middle school. MICHELLE: Uh, it's somebody else's turn. - Oh. Oh! - Yeah! How could you possibly have had sex with a celebrity when we've only had sex with each other? Please, can you not make this one of your things right now? How is this one of my things? Yeah, Brooks, this is why we don't play drinking games. (POUNDING ON DOOR)
Game Night
55.5s
Hey, let me introduce you to my date. This is Sarah. Sarah is head of company accounting at our office. Well, corporate communications. And she's also British, which means she's smart as shit. - I'm Irish. - Okay? Same island. Well, it's really not. - Nice to meet you. Hi. - Nice to meet you, too. - I'm Max. - Annie. So, you can't always judge a book by its past covers, can you? - ANNIE: Mmm. - Almost a saying. - Here you go. - Hey, Brooks. - Cheers. - We didn't know if you had any games, so we thought we'd bring you a few of our favorites. Hey, look at that. - (CLATTERS) - ALL: Whoa! - MAX: Huh. - The poor games. I told you we're taking it up a notch. The game that we're gonna play tonight is so epic that we don't need a board, and we do not need pieces. Still didn't need to throw them across the room. I was being theatrical. Holy shit! Are we doing a fight club? A what? It's when rich people pay poor people to fight each other... Hey, hey, hey! Ryan, Ryan, Ryan. Stop with the fight club, okay. - It's nonsense. - No. Ryan believes everything he reads. Thank you. So, what are we playing?
Game Night
21s
- Hey! - MAX: Hey! - ANNIE: Hey! - How are you doing, beautiful? - Good, good. Really fancy. - Very nice house, Tony Stark. Should we give our drink orders to JARVIS? (CHUCKLES) No, I got the Tony Stark part, but then you went full nerd on me. I kinda lost you, but please do come in. - All right. - Thanks, Cap. - Hi, guys! - ALL: What's up? Boy, could sleep four on that couch. Look at that. Oh, hello, friends.
Game Night
1m3s
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)
Game Night
21.4s
Blood! Oh, my God! I shot you! You fucking shot me! Cut me loose before we all get shot! Come on, untie me! - Get me out of here! - Oh, God! (ALL YELLING) Help me. Help! Oh, my God! BROOKS: Go out! Go, go, go! What the fuck did you do to me? - Come on, come on, come on. - MAX: God damn it! - Hey! - Where are the guns? - Here, here! - Go!
Game Night
25.7s
Not... Not sure. Ugh. I was joking. Oh. Okay. Yeah. Aren't you gonna say you were joking, too? - Do you want me to? - Oh, my God, - Stop it. - Okay, fine. It's two minutes to 12:00. Where the hell is this bridge? GPS says it's right around here, but I don't see it. Oh, oh. Oh. There it is. 4th Street. - Oh, shit! - (BRAKES SCREECHING) - (MAX GRUNTS) - (ALL GASP)
Game Night
23.1s
Hey! Oh, thank God. Listen, Annie. It's all real. Oh, no, I know. Brooks is caught up in something and... Okay, where are you guys? We're all at Brooks's. We need to talk to the cops. No! No, no, no! Do not talk to the cops! What? Why? What's going on? - Are you guys okay? - Yeah, yeah. We're fine, we're fine. I shot Max, but he's fine. What? Look. We will meet you back at our house. Whatever you do, do not tell the cops anything. Brooks's life depends on it.
Game Night