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I'll get right to the point. The Bureau has been tracking a ring of violent kidnappers in this very neighborhood. And we have reason to believe that one of you may be their next victim. (RYAN LAUGHS EXCITEDLY) - (CHUCKLES) - MAX: That's terrible news. Contained within these dossiers are the clues you will require to find the kidnappers. You'd like for us to do that, yeah? The Bureau's... What's the Bureau's role in this? Maybe you guys could take my wife in for questioning because, apparently, she got a secret life - I don't know nothing about. - Baby, this is... Shut up, all of you!
Game Night
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- 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
1m40s
- SARAH: Oh, my God! - (GROANS) Now he's back. KIDNAPPER: Stop fighting, asshole! Help me! This isn't... The Independent Spirit Award goes to... - KIDNAPPER: Let's go! - (MUFFLED SCREAMING) Bye-bye! First one that follows us gets shot! Okay, roger that. You drive safe. KIDNAPPER: Come on, motherfucker! - Bye. - That was amazing. Really good. - That was really good. - Wow. Mmm. No, there's something about this that just doesn't feel right. How could you cheat on me with a celebrity? I didn't cheat on you. It was before we got married when we took that break. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. I've been living in the matrix. Agent Henderson, you just gonna keep lying there? KEVIN: Is any of this real? Well, don't kick him! MICHELLE: Stop. He's a regular Daniel Day-Lewis. KEVIN: I thought we both agreed that we wouldn't hook up with anybody else during that break. Yeah, but then you went and got a hand job from Karen Waller. - KEVIN: No, don't do that. - RYAN: Boop! Boop! Boop! Because it was over the pants, all right? It was, and it hurt. It was very dry, and I didn't climax. Just admit it, you guys did more than that. Don't turn this around on me. Do not do that. Don't you Johnnie Cochran me! Damn it, they got the jump on us. - Come on. Come on now! - Shit, Kev! All right. Here's the first clue. Looks like a riddle. "With shiny fangs..." "...my bloodless bite..." "...will bring together what's mostly white." Donald Trump. "Bloodless bite." It's not a vampire. Um... I'll just google it. It's so inconsistent, isn't it? I mean, they stage this super realistic fight. They give us an FBI dossier but with riddles. It's like, let's pick a tone. Let's stick with it. But that's the game. You wanna win this car or not? Yeah, yeah. More than anything, but I feel like Brooks is setting me up. Do you get that feeling, you know? That this is some game where somehow he's gonna humiliate me?
Game Night
2m4s
- Did he get it right? - Huh. I do not know. I realized I've never had one of these, but that is a tasty drink. It's kind of tart. You wanna try it? Oh! Honey! Honey! There's Brooks! Brooks is here. Brooks is here. We're about to win this thing! - Yes, yes! - Look who came in here. Oh! No! I think he made us. So what? It's over. What, are they gonna try to stop us? - Let's go. - Yeah, probably. But that's why I brought this. Jesus Christ, honey! Where did you get a gun? No, no, that's the fake gun from Brooks' fight. Oh, yeah. Boy, that looks real. - Yeah, well, you know... - Look at that. Brooks never spares any expense. - Yeah, that's true. - Okay. Follow my lead, huh? - Why, what are you doing? - Lead? Any of you fucking pricks move, and I'll execute every motherfucking last one of you! Very nice, honey. Pulp Fiction, anybody? Right? It's a classic. We love films. Okay, what the fuck is this shit? Well, you're gonna hand over the keys 'cause we're gonna take my brother. - Bullshit. - Oh, you know what's bullshit is your bald, ugly face. Uh-uh. No, that's personal. Come on, honey, let's just keep it fun. All right, I'm sorry I called you bald, you little bitch! MAX: Well, that's, again, you know... - Let the gun do the talking. - Okay. - Come on. - Ah! On your knees. Hands in the air. Heads on the ground. - Good. Good. Great. - Eyes closed. That's it. Get 'em up, reach for it. - Hands up! That's right. - MAX: There we go. - All right, hands in the air! - Get 'em up! - Yep. - Yo, where's my head go? - Down. - On the floor. Just rest it. How am I supposed to put my hands in the air - with my head on the ground? - Fucking exactly. I did have the same question. (SIGHS) Child's pose? Do you guys know child's pose? Fuck is a child's pose, man? ANNIE: You've never done yoga? - Okay, wow. (SCOFFS) - No? - Cover me. - Show 'em, baby. - All right. Arms out. - Here she comes. Knees apart if you have back problems. And if you're doing it right, you're really gonna feel that lumbar opening up back there. MAX: Let's put your head down. Come on. I don't wanna have to use this. Okay? (CHUCKLES) - (GRUNTS) - Okay. Can't you just tell me who it was? I know you, Kev. If I tell you, you'll just obsess about it even more. Okay, fine. How about this? If I guess it right, you tell me. Fine. Was it an actor? Yes. That tower is unstable. I'm not stable! Was he over 40? Yes. Be careful. Okay. American? Yes.
Game Night
45.4s
RYAN: My God! - (RYAN SHOUTS) - Come on! Bloody hell! - RYAN: What? - Phew! You guys scared me so bad. What are you doing? What the fuck is that? Oh. Well, I just came from a six-hour murder mystery where I played the corpse. I must have dozed off before I had a chance to clean up. Well, you scared the shit out of us. Really? Thank you. Actually that means a lot 'cause I do my own makeup. What kind of party has a pregnant corpse? No, I'm actually pregnant, this isn't part of it. This is just... BOTH: Oh! - Congrats. - WOMAN: Thank you! (CHUCKLES) RYAN: Um, we want you to give us the final clue to the murder mystery Brooks Davis ordered. Oh, my gosh. But that would ruin the fun. We don't want the fun. We just wanna win. Yeah, I can't do that. (SIGHS)
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