[ominous music]
[phone rings]
Hello?
Hello. Is this Adam?
Yes. This is Adam. Who is this?
This is Nancy, a head nurse
at the Royal Oak Care Center.
Hello Nancy.
How is my mother?
Your mother passed away
this morning.
[tinnitus]
What happened?
She took her own life.
I'm sorry for your loss, Adam.
You know, Adam,
your mother had been suffering
from early Alzheimer's.
She had such enormous pain.
She's with God now.
[bird chirping]
[sights]
That summer,
I got a job at my uncle's
horse ranch.
And I met this
charming young man.
[sentimental music]
You're Mr. Taylors niece.
Yes.
Jeffrey.
Madelyn.
[bashful smile] Oh...
Let me show you around.
Okay.
I was fascinated by
this new venture in my life
[clip-clop]
Yeah, yeah, someday.
[laughing] Someday...
My arrival annoyed
my uncle's wife, Cecilia.
Why did you
take Hercules out there?
I told you
not to take him out there.
He's not ready to be ridden.
Do you understand that?
Stop bullying her, Mrs. Taylor.
You work for me, young man.
So?
So... you've got a job to do.
Come and see me tonight.
Or you are fired.
Jeff and Cecilia
were having an affair
while my uncle was out of town.
[eerie music]
[mwah]
Oh. Why are you doing this?
No.
Just no. Alright?
That night
when I went back
to find my lost diary.
[suspenseful music]
Jeffrey.
What happened?
I k*lled her.
I k*lled her. [Crying]
Oh my God!
Excuse me.
Oh.
Can I help you?
Yes.
You know that writer?
Let's see.
Oh, yes.
J.P. Lewis.
He's a well-known
crime novelist.
I love his books.
Oh yeah.
You've seen his picture anyway?
Oh, no.
I've never seen a photo
in any of his books.
What about a book signing?
He ever hold... mm, no.
Never heard one.
But I thought he stopped
writing somehow.
Yeah.
Seems like
he stopped publishing years ago.
Stories still hold up.
Mmm...
How about I wrap this for you?
Sure.
Excellence.
Yeah.
Excellent.
They'll keep you up at night.
Perfect.
And... that'll be 4247.
[cash register Cha-Ching]
Enjoy.
Thanks.
[eerie music]
[clock ticking]
Dear Mr. Lewis:
I'd like to
offer you 2 million dollars
to tell me
write a story about my mother.
[enigmatic music]
Dear Mr. Lewis:
I've recently received
a considerable inheritance.
I'd like to invest it in a game.
The idea is to invite
some unconvicted criminals
to compete for a prize of cash.
Since you're
the expert in crime stories,
I'd like to call upon
your artistry to mastermind it.
I hope this is intriguing
to you.
Adam.
This solicitation interests me.
What is your budget?
2 million.
Would you
be able to pay in cash?
As your request, sir.
Please give me 3 or 4 weeks.
November 5th.
Meet me at 3:00
at the Townsend Creek Bridge.
[enigmatic music]
[zipper hissing]
Dear Adam,
I apologize for leaving so soon.
But everything is set.
Please use this suitcase to
bring your cash to my cabin.
And don't
forget to bring yourself.
[zipping]
[door knocking]
[footsteps]
[door cracking]
[door shuts]
[chair skidding]
[enigmatic music]
[engine revving]
[man hums a tune]
[door knob turning]
Day one.
And...
Day two.
Hmm...
They're just like it.
I like it.
[bird chirping]
[door knocking]
[footsteps]
[door creaking]
Good afternoon, Mr...
Adam. Just. Adam.
A pleasure Adam.
I'm just Frank,
your butler and chef.
Please, come in.
[faint sneeze]
Is Mr. Lewis in?
Yes. He has a letter for you.
A letter?
Yes. I'll get it for you.
Here you go, sir.
Thank you.
Please.
I'll show you to your room.
All the guests arrive?
No. Not yet sir.
[key jingling]
Here you go, sir.
Thanks.
Enjoy your stay.
[door squeaking]
Thank you for coming, Adam.
For your own safety, I'd rather
keep your true identity
under wraps.
Here is a heads up
about whom you're going to meet.
Young woman is Chloe.
She k*lled her foster parents
when she was 14.
[children music]
[g*n pops]
[bird flocking]
But her lawyer got her off
because a psychiatrist proved
she was abused by her family.
What she did was self-defense.
Darryl was a charming actor
who once worked for this
small theater.
[applause]
[mischievous music]
[grunting]
[screams]
But the evidence
was circumstantial.
So the court ruled it
an accident.
James m*rder*d
his brother in cold blood
as he thought
to honor his late father.
But I think otherwise.
[light switch clicks]
Hello?
Who's there?
He left Dad die alone.
James?
[g*n pops]
[dog barking]
He got himself an ironclad alibi
[club music and noise]
Why did you take so long?
Met an old friend
in the men's room.
Mm-hmm.
Anyone tried to hit on you?
No. Not a chance, baby.
So the charge was dismissed.
Peter k*lled his employer,
but he was never charged.
[door knocking]
Who is it?
It's just Frank, your butler.
I made some coffee for you.
Thanks.
Be down in a minute.
How long have you worked
for Mr. Lewis?
I'm just hired for this event.
Really?
But Mr. Lewis is such
a generous man,
I've always
wanted to do something for him.
So you actually know him?
Never met him before.
But my wife
is an avid reader of his books.
She had an accident 3 years ago
while our family was overwhelmed
by financial hardship.
When Mr. Lewis found out,
he helped us pay off some bills.
It's very kind of him.
Indeed.
Thanks for the coffee, Frank.
I think
it's time I talk to Lewis.
Ah?
Could you please just wait?
I'll let him know.
[car engine purring]
[door clicking]
[mischievous music]
All right, get out!
Get out!
Come on.
Just get damn keys out.
[handcuff clicking]
Where's the house?
Walk about 2 or 3
miles up from here.
Walk?
What you mean walk?
What's the hard for you
people understand, huh?
Use your g*dd*mn feet.
See! Even the owner
has to park here.
Hang on.
Oh, hey. You can't have that.
It's my life fun, man.
Hey.
I do whatever
my employer tells me to do.
Yeah.
[car trunk opens]
No weapons.
Bear right at the fort.
Big house. Can't miss it.
[trunk closes]
[metal jingling]
God damn it!
[engine roaring]
[tire screeching]
So,
you gonna fill me
in on all of this tonight?
Of course.
You'll get your instructions.
Instructions?
Yes, instructions.
I promise.
[whoosh]
That's what is gonna go huh?
That's the way it's going to go.
Maybe I shouldn't be here.
[bird chirping]
Pardon me...
Couldn't help but notice it.
Anything wrong?
Nah, just a little confused.
That's all.
Yeah, I know the feeling.
By the way, my name is Peter.
Adam.
Nice to meet you.
I didn't mean to intrude.
I was just up there.
Great house.
Nice architecture.
Wish I had a place like this.
So.
What do you know
about this Lewis guy?
Yeah...
Not much.
Read a few of his books.
How are you?
Read the books.
Just like you.
But... not much beyond that.
Don't you think it's strange?
I mean...
Never shows his face in public?
I mean. Come on,
not even a photo.
[guttural laugh]
Never really thought about that.
Mmm...
Maybe he's one of those,
artistic types, you know,
who like to remain incognito.
You know, some writers use...
pen names for the books.
That's probably it.
[footsteps]
[suspenseful music]
I thought
he said it's a big house.
Bear right at the fork,
big house. Cannot miss it.
I must bear left?
[footsteps]
[lock rattling]
[metal screeching]
[Dramatic music]
Beautiful ring.
Oh? Thank you.
I bought it for myself
for my 50th birthday.
[coughs]
Sorry.
[fork clinking]
Well, I'm done with my meal.
Can we talk now?
Not yet.
We're still waiting for
one more.
[suspenseful music]
Didn't know we'd have company.
Thought I was
the exclusive guest of honor.
So did I.
So, who the hell is this
JP. Lewis?
That would be me.
And you were supposed
to be here 30 minutes ago.
Sorry, sir.
Made a wrong
turn to an abandoned cottage.
Here is your invitation letter.
It's all right.
Come in.
[chair sliding]
So, Mr. Lewis.
Now, would you shed some light
on what we're doing here?
Of course.
First course?
No, sir. That's your meal.
What?
[coughs]
Well, liquid diet it is then.
[smirks]
I think we're all
eagerly awaiting
your magnum opus, Mr. Lewis.
Well, I created this game
with a cash prize
of 2 million dollars.
Unlike other elimination games.
Just one of
you needs to be expelled.
And the other four will be
compensated with half a million.
What do you mean by expel?
I mean, one of you
will be voted out by the other 4
tomorrow by 8 p.m..
Or one quits or someone dies.
So what if two or more people
are expelled?
Then the game will be terminated
and you'll all go home empty
handed.
Did you say... die?
You are no stranger to m*rder.
The problem is,
none of you are paid
the price for your crime.
[guttural laugh]
Oh, I see
why you limited it to one.
Otherwise you 4
would be dead.
Exactly.
k*lling is your strong suit.
I had to devise
a way to limit your violence.
Are there any other rules?
I try not to set too many.
But your behavior
is being monitored
as part of my research.
Research?
What kind of research is this?
A social experiment.
Will 4 conspire to k*ll again
for 500 grand?
Or will 5 go home alive,
but with empty hands?
This is not
what I signed up for.
Okey.
This invitation is designated
to you for my research.
If you can renounce the use
of violence for 24 hours,
you will likely be compensated
with half a million dollars.
That's what you wrote.
This activity is consensual.
You come of your own volition.
Now, if
any of you wish to opt out,
you can leave now.
I doubt any of us
could find our way out of here.
That's right.
We all arrived here blindfolded.
Yeah, damn driver has my phone.
Mine too.
Anyone still got a cellphone?
No.
[sighs]
So you have a landline somewhere
in the house, Mr. Lewis?
No.
I like to
keep this place exclusive.
So how do you
contact people outside?
I have my own resources.
Of course.
So
does anyone want to leave?
This is your last chance.
[coughs]
I'd like to see
the money please, JP.
That's a good idea.
Adam, let Frank know that I
like to see him with
the suitcase.
[footsteps]
[tense music]
Oh, Adam, would you help me
put the suitcase over there?
[zipper hissing]
[tense music]
Oh, oh.
Sit down.
Do not try to push my
boundaries. Please.
Adam.
Give the suitcase back to Frank.
[zipper hissing]
Mmm...
Well,
since we've all agreed to stay,
there's no reason for me
to linger.
I leave you
with my scribe, Adam.
He will document the activity
for us.
When does the game start
and end?
It's already started.
And it will end tomorrow
evening at eight.
That's the time we're gonna
divvy your dead presidents?
If everything goes as expected.
[eerie music]
Why don't we
vote now and get it over with?
Based on what?
It doesn't matter.
It's four against one.
Well, he came late.
Shut up!
If you 4 vote me off right now,
One of you will be dead
tomorrow morning.
I guarantee it.
Then, let's resolve this
with words instead.
What if we all discuss
our crimes?
And select 4 perfect murders?
Why don't we make it simple?
Just choose...
The easiest to k*ll.
[smirks]
I'm no pushover, honey.
My husband died a very violent
and brutal death.
And I wouldn't hesitate
to do that again
to anybody here
who tries anything funny.
I didn't say
we'd actually k*ll you.
You could quit and rub us of
the pleasure.
Watch what you're sipping.
Last man who crossed me ended up
with poison in his whiskey.
[swallowing]
[water dripping]
He got what he deserved.
So did I.
So how did you get away with it?
I pinned it
on this stupid doctor
who had actually prescribed
my husband Oxycodone.
And so I sued that hospital
for malpractice.
And I got to keep that money
too.
You're a witch.
Oh, I will take that
as a compliment.
[smirks]
Mmm...
Well.
I'll be happy to join
any party -that has three votes,
for not-me.
Good night.
That's it.
Yeah.
Let's vote for her.
Peter. You in?
I said perfect crime.
That is a perfect crime.
So you won't vote her out?
We still have time.
Guess you guys better
lock your rooms tonight.
[door knocking]
Mr. Lewis.
Come in.
[door handle clutching]
I think it's time we talk.
Mr. Lewis.
I thought we understood each
other.
Yeah. Not exactly.
What is it, Adam?
I don't like passing notes.
It's not why I'm here.
It is kinda annoying.
[tongue clicking]
I thought you knew I wanted
to use all this in a book.
So.
So to write a mystery,
we need to build
a genuine environment.
Including passing notes.
Does any of this make sense?
Not exactly.
Well, you play your part, son.
I'm sure you'll get it.
Hope so.
[cricket singing]
[paper crumpling]
Can't sleep. Pete?
Oh, hey. Yeah.
I always have this terrible
first night effect.
Yeah.
Me too.
So, you want to play a game?
Oh? No.
I've got this bad headache.
Maybe I should go out
for some fresh air.
Sure.
Good night then.
Bye.
sh**t.
[mouth blowing]
Oh!
In the back...
What you got there, huh?
Oh, hey.
It's... it s nothing.
[smirks]
I saw you take a piece of paper
out of the fire
and put it in your pocket.
Yeah, well, it's none
of your business, so...
Why wouldn't you
share that with me?
Look, why don't you just
back out, okay?
That was rude.
Hmm.
[cricket singing]
[distant whispers]
[breathing]
[faint thud]
sh*t!
Chloe.
What happened?
My foot got stuck in this trap.
Hold on, hold on.
Don't move.
Here you go.
What are you doing out here
so late?
I saw a couple of creeps
out there.
Oh, watch out!
[pottery breaking]
[sighs]
Someone tried to k*ll us.
Well, that's to be expected.
[door slams]
Ah...
Damn! What did that come from?
So, what do you
think about this game?
The game's a game.
Some win, some lose.
I'm sure you don't
want to be a loser.
Nobody does.
That's why we need you
to vote out Tracy tonight.
Why does it have to be Tracy?
It could be you, Peter.
Could be anyone.
So who do you think should be
eliminated?
[guttural laugh]
Everyone.
If everyone is eliminated,
you won't get paid.
Maybe that's the plan.
[utensil rattling]
[Suspenseful music]
What are you looking for?
Oh. Baking soda.
I got some stains on my...
On my robe. But...
Baking soda?
Yeah, it gets the stains out.
If you don't have it. It's fine.
We have it.
[door knocking]
Let me see who's there.
But don't worry.
I'll get it for you.
Oh, great.
Thanks.
[door knocking]
All right,
all right, I'm coming.
[door handle clicking]
Hey I'm doctor Philip.
I heard someones
in need of medical attention
here.
Medical attention?
Are you sure you have the
right address?
[wind bell chimes] Of course!
Why would I drive 4 hours
in this kinda weather?
Who gave you the message?
Er... Mr. Lewis.
Mr. Lewis.
When?
Early this afternoon.
This afternoon?
How strange?
There was no one here
this afternoon.
Except...
Anyway, it's too late
for me to drive back now.
Certainly. Come in. Doctor.
Thank you.
[door shuts]
[door knocking]
Mr. Lewis.
He may have already fallen
asleep, doctor.
Really?
But there's a spare room
upstairs on the other side.
You can rest there tonight,
Then talk to Mr. Lewis
in the morning.
That's a good idea.
And there's a set of pajamas
in the dresser if you need them.
Thank you.
Follow me.
So, some of event here tonight?
Yes.
Family event?
No, it's a crime seminar.
Crime seminar?
Are those people with the FBI?
No, they are criminals.
Criminals?
Mr. Lewis is a crime writer.
He's doing character
research for his new book.
That sounds very original.
Indeed.
I'd almost forgotten about this.
Doctor: Something wrong?
Butler: Oh, no.
The lady just
asked me for baking soda.
[floss pulling]
[door knocking]
[door creaking]
[eerie music]
[dart rustling]
[footsteps]
[door knocking]
Darryl: I got no game.
James: None whatsoever.
Eight ball, corner pocket
that you drop n down.
You can go round two if
you want.
I'll go the distance
if you'd like.
Darryl: Yeah?
James: Yeah!
[laughing]
Guys?
Ditch it.
Three of us need to work
together now.
Where's Peter?
I talked to him, but...
Why do we have to wait to vote?
So, what do you suggest?
Oh.
Hey.
I found this.
It says fatal if swallowed,
but there's only half a bottle.
[Door Knocking]
Tracy.
This is Butler Frank.
Here you go.
Thank you.
Okay,
I'll let you get your rest.
Good night.
Thanks.
Oh, just one more thing.
I need a glass of warm milk.
A glass of warm milk?
Yes. It helps me sleep.
Understood.
I'll get it for you.
Oh, no, not right now.
When I get ready for bed.
Sure.
When do you need it?
[clock dings]
About 11:30.
One hour from now?
Yeah. One hour.
Would that be a problem?
No, none at all.
Thanks.
[door slams]
[eerie music]
You stay up late, Chloe.
Yeah.
I can't sleep.
Me, too.
It's not exactly a normal
situation for me either.
I feel like I've seen a ghost.
A ghost?
A man
I've never seen in the house.
You sure it's
not your imagination?
I don't know.
I think we both could use
some rest.
Good night then.
[powder rustling]
[door knocking]
[suspenseful music]
[sighs]
[door slams]
[gulps]
[leaves rustling]
[coyote calling]
Our story has begun.
One will die tonight.
[thunder]
Ah...
Ah?
You.
[thunder]
[clinking]
[Microwave door closes]
[keypad beeping]
[buzzing]
[beeping]
[footsteps]
[eerie music]
[door knocking]
Tracy.
It's Frank, your butler.
[door knocking]
Tracy. I brought your milk.
[door knocking]
[door squeaking]
[handle clicks]
Oh, God.
[knocks]
Doctor! Doctor!
[rain pitter-pattering]
What's going on?
[door squeaking]
Doctor? Doctor?
[knocks]
What's going on?
[latch clicks]
Please come quick!
[door squeaks]
[faint whisper]
What happened?
I found her like this.
Is she all right?
Not sure.
I need to get my bag.
I think I should let
Mr. Lewis know.
Good idea. Go ahead.
[clock ticking]
You're a doctor?
Yes, I am.
What's going on?
I didn't know we had a doctor.
When he show up?
I let him in.
He's invited
as a guest by Mr. Lewis.
Oh, yes.
Doctor.
Doctor, how is she?
Sorry. She's dead.
Oh, God.
How did she die?
Looks like a heart attack.
A heart attack?
Yeah sir. My years of experience
let's say a heart attack.
But we need to call 911
right now.
No!
Why bother? She's dead.
Yeah!
It's procedure.
Procedure can't
bring the dead back to life.
Why don't we just wait
until tomorrow?
Yeah. There's no point anyone
driving up here in the rain.
I mean, it's Mr. Lewis-s call.
Let me take care of it.
Thank you, doctor,
for your service.
You may leave us alone.
Certainly.
Good night everyone.
So, who found her?
Me.
Why did you come to her room?
She asked for milk.
Then I came and,
and saw her passed out.
Is that the milk?
No, I dropped it here.
Why two milks?
Maybe she got one herself
before I came.
Wait a minute.
Someone took her ring!
I didn't take her ring.
Why do you care so much
about this ring, Darryl?
I thought you came for the game.
[laughs]
Man proposes and God disposes.
Stop it!
All of you,
just go back to your room.
Now!
[coughs]
Lock it up.
[door closes]
I'll meet you all
at the brunch tomorrow.
Sleep tight everyone.
We'll have a big day
to celebrate tomorrow.
Any one of you did this?
Did what?
Poisoned her.
Hey.
The doctor
said it was a heart attack.
It's just too good to be true.
Whoever took her ring
must be the k*ller.
[yawning] It doesn't matter.
[laughing]
Whoa.
What happened?
Tracy just died.
How?
Heart attack.
How do you know
it is a heart attack?
That's what the doctor said.
Doctor?
What doctor?
He just arrived.
Excuse me.
Different handwriting.
[ominous music]
Are you all right, sir?
Yes, yes, yes.
Just a bit of rattled.
[sighs]
Ouch.
[key clacking]
Why don't you
go back to your room,
young lady?
I will.
Good night.
Gentlemen.
[panting]
[rattling]
[footsteps]
[key jingling]
Thank you.
At your service, sir.
[door closes]
[cricket singing]
Because you didn't tell me
until you passed...
[footsteps]
[eerie music]
One hundred thousand.
What are you doing here?
Nothing.
I, I can't sleep.
Just wandering around a bit.
Good night.
[door closes]
Did you need anything,
Mr. Lewis?
Good night then.
[cricket singing]
[metal door rattling]
What are you doing with that?
You know
how to open up the flue?
Not really.
Shame.
Such a... beautiful fireplace,
you know.
Reminds me of my mom's house.
She must have a nice house.
She did. Yeah. We... had to sell.
Ah...
That's a pity.
Yeah...
We're going to use it tomorrow?
That?
Nah!
[sighs]
Temperature drops
pretty fast around here.
My bones can't take the cold.
I am head back inside.
Alright, I'll be right in.
Have a good night.
You too.
[footsteps]
[clock ticks]
[door knocking]
[knocks]
[paper rustling]
[door squeaking]
I'll disappear tomorrow.
But don't panic.
[footsteps]
[door squeaking]
[door closes]
[door squeaking]
[cricket singing]
[footsteps]
Ah...
Ah...!
[rolling stone rattling]
[echoing]
[bird chirping]
[footsteps]
[footsteps]
Morning, James.
Morning, Peter.
What time is breakfast?
Oh. That's right.
You missed the orientation.
The butler said
there's no breakfast.
But brunch at 11.
What?
Yeah they made this house rule.
That's ridiculous.
I can make you
some coffee if you like.
Black, strong and hot.
Sure.
Hey.
Nice vest.
Hey. Thanks.
[door knocking]
[door knocking]
Mr. Lewis.
[cookware rattling]
[window sliding]
[suspenseful music]
[zipper hissing]
[sighs]
[smoke detector beeping]
Pointer.
[coughing]
Jesus.
He tried to burn
the house down with us inside?
Gosh.
Whoa.
Jesus! What happened?
Looks like the butler
forgot about our brunch.
Damn. I can't figure out
why they hire guy
knows nothing about the kitchen.
So, where is he now?
I saw him out
on the cliff this morning.
Maybe he's out there smoking.
Wait.
The cliff?
Yeah. Anyone else seen him?
No!
No.
If you know
where he is, go get him.
All right, all right, I'll go.
Hey, Pete.
Can I join you?
Yeah. Sure.
[door handle clicks]
[bird chirping]
So you want
to talk about last night?
Not really.
I know I was stupid.
I shouldn't
have taken that ring.
The doctor... said she died of
a heart attack.
Yeah, I know.
Yeah. Let's, split up.
You go down, I'll go up and
we'll meet up in ten minutes.
Okay.
[dramatic music]
This is it.
Where's my car?
Ah...!
[distant and resonated]
You hear that?
Hear what?
The scream.
No.
Here comes Chloe on the double.
That's not good.
[music crescendo]
It's Peter!
Yeah. That's him.
sh*t.
All bets are off.
I think it may be time
for a little treasure hunt.
Yeah.
Good idea.
[macabre music]
This has to be a setup.
And?
And they want us all dead.
Stop arguing
about this nonsense.
Would you?
We need to find
the money before it's too late.
It's already too late, Chloe.
Then what do you suggest?
I think we should leave.
We don't want to die
for nothing, right?
I'm staying and dying
for something.
[footsteps]
Where's Peter?
He's dead.
What? How?
You guys k*lled him.
What? No! We just...
Where'd you find the body?
The cliff.
The cliff?
But at the bottom.
Hey!
You think
this guy really knows nothing?
But he's the last person
we've seen today.
We can't let him slip.
Hey, Adam.
He's dead.
What else do you want to see?
God damn stupid.
sh*t.
[stone rattling]
So, Adam.
We'll save you
if you tell us
where the money is.
Or, I crack your skull
like an egg.
Poor guy.
He probably never made
into their circle.
You are my side or his side?
It's just my observation.
Don't waste my time.
Either you gonna tell us
the truth or you're dead.
Check Mr. Lewis's room.
I saw a suitcase
with the money there.
You said Mr.Lewis room?
Yeah, I saw it this morning.
Good!
Then we don't need you.
Wait.
He's not going
to make it anyway.
Let's go.
[sighs]
[thud]
[stone rattling]
See anything?
Nothing. It's all clear.
He's a liar.
Maybe it was here before,
but the old man could have
taken it away.
But Adam said this morning.
Remember?
We haven't seen anyone
today except the four of us.
Let's go talk to Adam again.
Hope he's still alive.
He's not here.
We'll find him
and make him talk.
What if they
already take the money away?
What if
the money's in the house and
they didn't think we'd find it?
Yeah, we could find it.
Yeah. Let's go find it.
Yeah.
Got it.
I prefer to work alone.
Good luck with that, Chloe.
[footsteps]
[key rattling]
[door squeaking]
[screams]
[thud]
[ominous music]
[clanging]
Hello.
What is this?
The hell is that?
Help.
Someone there?
Help!
Is that Chloe?
Yeah. It's her.
Let's go.
Jesus.
What happened?
Here... let us get her up.
Oh.
I don't know.
I was walking into that room,
and suddenly
someone attacked me from behind.
By who?
I couldn't see the face.
But I did see
Mr. Lewis' cane in there.
So...
Mr. Lewis is still in the house?
Could be.
[bang]
[footsteps]
Are you sure
you saw the old man's cane?
Positive.
It's not there anymore.
Then Mr. Lewis must have
taken it.
[footsteps]
Damn!
Did you fall down?
Not exactly.
Why are you bleeding?
Oh.
[wine pouring]
Wanted to file a police report.
Took the bike out...
It doesn't matter.
Wait.
You said on your bike.
What happened to your car?
I don't know.
I went to the parking lot,
but guess it's stolen.
I think you have never earned
his trust like the other two.
Who are the other two?
Oh the doctor and Butler.
Who else?
Oh the doctor's dead.
What?
Found him dead on the road
next to the parking lot.
I can't believe this.
Who would k*ll the doctor?
He's not even one of us.
Could be an accident.
Found his watch stopped at 3:30.
You're a liar.
Why would I?
Drop it.
We're not interested
in your theories.
Now we need to talk
to your boss.
I don't know where he is.
No?
Too bad.
Why don't we have a nice talk?
[blow]
Why are you
treating me like this?
Because we want
you to tell us the truth.
Untie me I'll tell you
what I know.
Did you help your boss
carry the money away?
No.
Good.
Then we just have to find it.
Tell me, where is it, huh?
If we can't find it,
we're going to k*ll you instead.
You understand?
[blow]
[grunts]
Yes.
Why don't you just wait?
He will be back. He has to.
Why does he have to?
That is part of his plan.
You are not tricking us.
Are you?
No.
Here...
Check my pocket.
Don't try to fool me.
I got his invitation here.
Okay.
You win.
But we can't
let you go free now.
Here you go. That's better.
Mm-hmm.
[patting]
You guys really believe him?
The letter seemed real to me.
What do we do now?
Wait and see
if the old man shows up.
[chair rattling]
[tense music]
[glass shattering]
[thud]
Oh, yes.
Oh!
Oh, let me have a bite.
It is mine.
No no no no...
Come on, come on.
Come on!
No no no.
Bad. Ah.
Hey.
It, alright. It...
I just noticed a shed out there.
You guys want to check it out?
I'll
let you have
your muffin and eat it too. Boo.
Healthy carbs for me.
[tearing]
Let's go.
[footsteps]
Wait a minute.
That's the little cottage I saw.
[rattling]
[panting]
[eerie music]
sh*t.
I got to retrace my steps.
[metal rattling]
Put next to the...
Yeah.
Maybe something in here.
[metal clunks]
[wood door creaks]
Anywhere else you wanna check?
There's one around the corner.
Let's go.
[metal clunks]
Why would he leave in a hurry?
Maybe the b*stard tried
to take the money for himself.
I cannot let that happen.
I don't know.
Chloe?
[door handle rattling]
[door handle clicking]
[door squeaking]
[metal door sliding]
[screams]
[thud]
There's a body in the basement.
[music crescendo]
[cricket singing]
[stone tapping]
Oh, sh*t.
What happened?
He was strangled.
Whoever did this
must have taken his money.
You don't think it was James.
Do you?
No.
Mr. Lewis
has been gone for a while.
Then it must be either
Adam or the butler.
They're the
only two left still alive.
I mean, if he was
the one who k*lled Mr. Lewis
the money
could be long gone by now.
We don't have a choice.
If we can get Adam to talk,
game's over.
Let's go.
[cricket singing]
We really underestimated
this guy.
Never judge a book by its cover.
Let's go.
[eerie music]
[door squeaking]
[pottery breaks, cat cries]
[faint footsteps]
[footsteps]
There it is.
sh*t, man.
There's no money in.
He might have
kept the money elsewhere.
[g*n pops]
[grunt][bang]
Maybe he was telling the truth.
His car got stolen,
so he can't leave.
[g*n pops]
Wait.
You hear that?
Maybe that's... Adam and James.
They might be
fighting over the money.
Let's go see what's going on.
[sighs]
[door squeaking]
[tense music]
[g*n pops]
You hear that?
Hey. We don't want
to risk our lives for nothing.
Let's go back.
[door shuts]
[door squeaking]
[distant g*nsh*t]
[footsteps]
[door squeaking]
[footsteps]
[door shuts]
I got the money.
Help!
All right. Give it to me. James.
Just load the suitcase.
Load the suitcase! James!
Don't stand.
[blow]
[tense music]
Hey, Papa.
I got the money.
I can build
that construction company
you always dream about.
Sorry, buddy.
In for a penny,
In for
a pound!
[blow]
Open it.
[laughing]
Oh. Yes!
What?
Like what?
Chloe?
What's wrong?
sh*t!
Oh my God!
I can't believe
it was fake this whole time.
I told you
they never intended to pay us.
We were all meant to die.
Wait. Is this the same suitcase
the old man
brought to the dining table?
It looks like it.
But we never really saw
what was inside of it.
What if
someone took the real money
and replaced it with this?
Why would they do that?
They can just
take the money and run.
Yeah, I know.
But if there was no real money,
why would they want Mr. Lewis
dead?
You got me. I, I don't know.
[kicking]
[cricket singing]
[footsteps]
Ah.
[blow]
[screams]
[grunting and rattling]
We know you both did it.
You and the butler.
The worst people on earth.
Hell are you talking about,
lady?
Never mind.
Where is the money?
It's almost 8:00. Right?
Mr. Lewis
will be back in a minute.
[laughs] You're a liar.
Mr. Lewis is dead.
What?
You say he's dead?
Don't play dumb.
I'm asking you:
Where is the money?
Okey. What happened?
What happened?
You k*lled him. You b*stard...
No! No I didn't.
We don't care what you did.
But if you don't
tell us where the money is,
I'm going to sh**t you dead
right here.
[g*n pops, mirror breaking]
Jesus.
If you're gonna sh**t,
sh**t him straight, would you?
Oh you shut up too. Fraidy cat!
Hey! Hey! Listen.
Listen. Okey...
Don't sh**t! All right,
I just want to make sure.
Make sure of what?
Where'd you see Lewis's body?
That's not funny.
No, no, it's not. Okay?
Just let me get a look.
Oh. Come on.
Don't try my patience.
I'm going to ask you
one last time.
I'm going to count to five.
One... Two.
He's gonna do it, man.
Three... Four.
All right!
Okey. I, I have the money.
Move!
Open it.
[suspenseful music]
[footsteps]
It is all of it?
Put the money in the suitcase.
All right.
[Rattling]
[tense music]
[screams]
Darryl: sh*t!
Chloe: Help me!
Help me get it!
[panting and grunting]
Grab it!
Okay.
[panting]
Okey. Take the money.
Please let me explain.
Explain to God.
[g*n pops]
[thud]
[panting]
Holy...
Hey...
Chloe?
[pants] Finish the suitcase.
[sighs] Okay.
Put the g*n down.
[rattling]
[footsteps]
Okay.
[zipper hissing]
Come on. Let's go.
[eerie music]
Why don't
we just wait till daylight?
I thought you
wanted to get out of here.
Yeah... I do. But,
things are different now.
I can't stand
this damn place any longer.
Come on.
Chloe?
[g*n pops]
[thud]
[g*n pops]
So long, pretty boy.
In for a dime,
in for a dollar.
[humming a tune]
[door squeaking]
[screams]
[g*n pops]
[shattering]
sh*t.
[man laughing]
Congratulations, Chloe.
Peter?
I, thought you were dead.
How can the mastermind die
before all you devils?
You confuse me, Peter.
Mr. Lewis is the mastermind,
but he's dead.
Hmm...
I know it's complicated,
[boom]
But...
Let's talk inside.
Hmm.
[wine pouring]
I'm sure
you have a lot of questions.
Yes.
Mr. Lewis crafted all of this,
but, he's dead,
and you're alive.
How did it happen?
Cheers.
Well...
[guttural laugh]
The real Mr. Lewis is not dead.
The man
you called Mr.Lewis was a fake.
Fake?
[drinking tinkling]
So...
You?
You're the real Mr. Lewis.
That's right. Chloe.
This is my game.
I just hired a failed actor
to play my decoy.
Then... who k*lled him?
It wasn't my intention,
but the fool made me.
[paper crumpling]
Can't sleep, Pete?
Oh, yeah.
I always
have this terrible first night.
I don't think ten thousand
justify the role I play.
Why?
[smirks]
Because you didn't
tell me they were murderers
until you passed me
the script just before dinner.
What difference does that make?
It puts my life in danger.
[sighs]
Okay,
so how much more do you want?
One hundred thousand.
[guttural laugh]
[puffs]
Fine.
I'll pay you
when the job is done.
Oh, no no no...
I want it, now.
What are you doing here?
I, I can't sleep.
Just wandering around a bit.
Good night.
[door closes]
Did you need anything Mr. Lewis?
Good night then.
So, hundred thousand, huh?
Yeah.
No more, no less.
Considering you got 2 million.
What I'm asking is
just one bite of your pie.
But I can't give it to you now.
Why not?
I just don't have it.
Oh...
That's too bad.
I'm afraid you're just gonna
have to face the consequences.
Oh, yeah?
Who's going to believe you?
You don't have any proof.
Oh, oh.
You just overestimate
yourself, my friend.
There's a photo.
You and me... remember?
[rattling]
[choking]
[panting and groaning]
[tense music]
[Peter gasps]
So how did you fake your death?
I had to play a little game
like a hermit crab.
I gave the butler
instructions on exactly
what to wear each day.
[ethereal music]
Waiting for someone?
[lighter clicks]
Nice outfit.
I wear what
my employer asked me to wear.
You're a good employee.
Your wife and daughter
have been taken care of.
I'll make sure they can claim
the life insurance.
Who are you?
I'm the man you're waiting for.
Here's your letter.
[dramatic music]
[stream flow]
[thud]
Morning, James.
Morning, Peter.
Hey.
Nice vest.
Hey. Thanks.
But why?
Frank had terminal cancer.
He wrote me a letter.
So I constructed
a plan for his family
to collect the insurance money
after his death.
We made a deal.
You used him.
Yes, but I salute him.
You let him poison Tracy?
[tongue clicks]
No.
But I can't deny
I was part of that too.
I gave each of you half a lethal
dose of chloral hydrate.
So two of you could work
together for the first k*lling.
But the doctor stole
your thunder.
Here's your key.
I need a glass of warm milk.
A glass of warm milk.
[suspenseful music]
So the doctor
came to execute his plan.
[knocks]
[door opens]
[sighs]
[thunder]
[door handle clicks]
Ah...
Ah?
You...
No. Oh...
No...
[crying]
You!
You remember me, b*tch?
[crying]
Your time has come.
Enjoy
hell.
[thunder]
No wonder he ran off after that.
How did you know that?
Adam found him
dead on the side of the road.
That's a shame.
Who k*lled him?
You did?
No.
I had no reason to k*ll him
'cause he never saw my face.
So what about James?
He came to the cottage.
[cat cries]
[rustling and rattling]
I had to stop him
from spoiling my game.
[g*n pops]
[bang]
[thud]
[bird flocking]
m*rder is easy,
but watching
dog eat dog is so much more fun.
But then you
came in and interrupted me.
[tense music]
[screams]
[slapping]
So why did you let me live?
Hmm...
[wine pouring]
I saved the best for last.
But ultimately,
you wanted us all dead.
You're all murderers.
How can you even ask when
you take somebody else's life?
So you did this for justice.
That's part of it.
What is the other part?
The muse
ran out of me ten years ago.
This is great material
for a new book.
But you paid a steep price.
It is not my money.
What do you mean?
It's not your money?
Poor Adam.
He never knew there was
a devil to pay
in pursuit of his passion.
That's a lie.
Why would I lie to someone
who's about to die?
Please,
just take the money.
Let me go!
Sorry, Chloe.
This is how the game should end.
[splashing]
[g*n pops]
[she groans]
[children music]
What a pity.
[humming a tune]
[lamp smashing]
Chloe?
Peace.
Adam?
I thought Chloe shot you dead.
Close.
Very close.
But...
You're smarter than I thought.
Have to be.
[suspenseful music]
How'd you figure this out?
Unlike the others,
I actually went down to check.
I thought you let her live.
Why?
You think her pretty face
could make up for her crime?
Thought you would
give her a second chance.
I don't believe in second
chances.
There are murderers.
None of them
deserved a second chance.
Good.
I'm with you.
What you gonna do for
those bodies in your residence?
Oh... Not to worry.
I have a foolproof plan.
So you gonna write this story?
With your permission, of course.
Oh, please.
So a few loose ends tie first.
[smirks]
I'm the writer.
You're not.
This is the perfect ending.
Yeah but there-s one that I find
far more compelling.
What do you mean?
I'll show you.
Grab those two glasses.
[coughs]
[class dinging]
Get the wine.
[coughs]
Fill them up.
Make them identical.
[wine pouring]
Now what?
Back up!
[smirks]
Stepping back.
Two identical bags.
[powder rustling]
Only one with poison.
One of us is going to die.
Come on!
[sniffs at]
[laughs]
Yeah...
Nice try, Adam.
[guttural laugh]
But I don't believe
you put poison there.
If you want to
k*ll me, my g*n is in your hand.
[sentimental music]
You know.
There is a time I idolized you.
The money, the game...
I just wanted
to get close to you,
figured out
the man behind the name.
After I learned
how you really are,
I don't wanna
be anything like you.
So I'd
give myself a 50/50 chance.
You sounds serious.
I am serious.
So, what'd you put in there?
You must have heard of Socrates.
Hemlock.
It should give us enough
time to talk.
I don't understand.
Why do you bet your money and
now your life on this?
I wanted to do something
for my mother.
I, I...
I'm lost.
What does this have to do
with your mother?
Oh, before she died,
she told me a story.
[sentimental music]
I've lived
all my life
with this grief.
August 22nd, 1994.
The defendant's wife,
Cecilia Taylor,
was found brutally m*rder*d
at her own residence.
The jury has deliberated,
and I have received the verdict.
We, the jury,
find the defendant, Sam Taylor,
guilty.
[gravel strikes]
No.
No!
I did not k*ll my wife.
Order!
I am innocent.
I AM innocent.
I am...
[panting]
[thud]
I felt,
so sorry for my uncle.
[sentimental music]
Hope God forgive me.
Jeffrey became a
famous novelist.
J.P. Lewis.
He's your father.
[sentimental music]
I am so sorry. Adam.
I loved your mother.
I still do.
But we can't turn back time.
No.
We can't.
What is done is done.
Guys like us,
we don't get a second chance.
But I want you to live, son.
Then you'll die.
[guttural laugh]
That is all right.
I've had a good run.
Yeah.
I wish I could say the same.
Let us...
Let's make a pact.
Whoever lives
dedicates this story to your mom.
Yeah,
I like that.
[hopeful music]
Tomorrow at dawn,
I will depart.
I know that you
wait for me.
When I arrive,
I'll place on your grave
a bouquet of green holly,
and heather in bloom.
[sentimental music]
J.P. Lewis.
There is a photo.
To remember
our beautiful Madelyn.
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