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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!
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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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MAX: All right, you got this. Last one. Oh, that's Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn. - (ALL GROAN) - Yes! I'm up, I feel good. Two words. Bill. Overweight. - No. - Single. Out of work. What the fuck? Hairy. Carry, marry. Marry! You. Me. Marry me? - (WHOOPING) - Dude, we got it! We got it! Annie, will you? - (GASPS) - Will you marry me? - Is that a yes? That's a yes! - Yeah! I'm really happy for you guys. - (ROCK MUSIC CONTINUES) - (ALL CHEERING)
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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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Ooh. Honey, Gary. Don't mention game night, okay? Mmm-hmm. - Good evening, Max. - Hey, Gary. - Annie. - Hello there. Hi, Gary! Just checking the mail. Oh, yeah? Some people check it earlier in the day, but there's always a risk that the mail carrier hasn't come yet. This spares me the chance of a futile trip to the mailbox.
Game Night