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I've duped you all. MICHELLE: Wha... Hold on a second. Are you telling me that this whole thing was a game? (BOTH GRUNTING) - (SCREAMS) - What? What? - They, they... - SARAH: Shit! I'm sorry. They got up. They got up. When I learned you stopped inviting me to your game nights, I hijacked Brooks' murder mystery party and I staged a kidnapping of my own. You gotta be kidding me. What better way to prove my worth as a game night participant? Well, what about these dudes? Are they actors? Oh, no. They're... They're felons. Felons? I was able to shave some time off of their parole in exchange for this little side project. - We square now? - Thank you, gentlemen. That lady hit me with the car. Hey, what the hell kinda psycho are you? You put us through all this, just for your own amusement? No, no. Just the opposite. For your amusement. Did everyone have fun? - ALL: No! No. - RYAN: Yeah. No. - No fun! I got shot! - By me! I don't see how that's possible. My men were using blanks. Well, that was my gun. It was a real gun. So, this whole thing, the Faberge egg, The Bulgarian. That was you?
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ANNIE: Gary! SARAH: Hello? I need an ambulance. Officer down. - ANNIE: Oh, shit! - MAX: Hang in there, pal. Hang on, hang on, pal. Hang on. You're gonna be all right. We're gonna get you to a hospital. Okay, look at me. Gary, look. You have got a lot to live for, okay? Do I? - MAX: Yeah. Yeah, yeah. - ANNIE: Yeah. I have no wife. - No friends. - MAX: That's not true. No, don't say that. You got us. We're your friends. You've got us. You don't even like spending time with me. Yes, we do. We just... We've been a little selfish, that's all. - Right, right. - I'm sorry about that. - (GROANS) - Oh, God. Oh, God. - (WEAKLY) Bastian. - MAX: Huh? Someone please take care of Bastian. Gary, you are gonna take care of Bastian yourself, okay? Listen. As soon as you get out of the hospital, you're gonna come to every single game night we have.
Game Night
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Hey, isn't that your neighbor? KEVIN: When did Gary get so cool? - RYAN: Oh, my God! - Everybody okay? - You're cool-ass Gary. - You all right? Fine, thank you. Though, in sliding, my belt buckle may have inadvertently scratched the finish of my squad car. How did you know we were in trouble? The nocturnal Jenga game, my blood-spattered marital souvenirs, and Max's curious search history piqued my interest. - Right. Oh, God. - You, uh... You saved our lives. Thank you. Just doing my job.
Game Night
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Oh, boy. Yikes! I mean, how stupid do you think we are? - Hey, Max... - Gang, are we looking at the big twist here? He gets shot again! And by who? A couple of new characters you introduce at the last minute. Dude, you've jumped the shark! Do you go to the magic shop to buy a bunch - of these little bullets? - No. (SCREAMS)
Game Night
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(ANNIE PANTING) Where you at, lady? Come on, you little bitch. I know you're back here somewhere. Let's end this shit. I won't kill you. Come out! Come on, get your ass out here! (WHISPERS) Turn on the belt! - GOON: I'm not gonna hurt you. - Look at the box! - Just come on out, let's talk! - Can you charade it to me? Charades? That's some cute full-circle bullshit. Here we go. Three words. Come on, lady. Where are you?
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