- [shouts] - [beeping]
Fuck!
Okay.
[shouts]
[winces]
[lock clicks]
¶
[grunts]
What the fuck?
What the-- what the fuck?
What the fuck?
What the fuck?!
[grunts]
[gurgles]
[bones snapping]
¶
[buttons clicking]
- [clock ticking] - [music playing]
[chain rattling]
[steps echoing]
[engine starts]
[reporter on radio] In the next hour,
two candidates are in a tight race heading into the Iowa Caucus...
¶
...an update on the Colorado missing persons case
we've been covering all week.
Five people were found dead today
in a warehouse outside Wheat Ridge, a Denver suburb.
In a public statement, investigators stated
they were all killed in "a ritualistic manner."
And finally, controversial celebrity news magazine Pop Now
has filed for bankrupt--
¶
[reporter on radio continues indistinct]
In other news,
the weather this weekend looks terrible.
¶
[Christen laughing]
[Tyler] What'd you get me?
- What did I get you? - Yeah, what'd you get me?
- You'll see. - Is it lacy and frilly?
[Christen laughs]
I'm intrigued.
[chuckles]
[Tyler sighs]
¶
Do you know how you always leave your stuff in my bathroom?
Yeah, you hate it.
Do you know why I hate it?
Because it's girls' stuff and it's not a girl's bathroom.
- [scoffs] - But it could be.
[engine revs]
We should talk about it.
We should talk about it...
After this long, completely avoiding the subject.
Sure.
Seriously?
Seriously.
Deal?
- [laughs] Deal. - Hey?
- Yeah? - Shake.
- All right. - Deal.
Pleasure doing business with you.
Nice doing business with you.
¶
[laughs] Thank you.
[Christen laughs]
[chatter and laughing]
- [Tabby] Big brother! - Hi.
Hi! You look great.
- He really cleans up, doesn't he? - Yeah!
- Finally! - Birthday boy! Hey!
- Happy birthday! Oh. - [laughing]
- Yeah! Hey, there he is. - Sorry, everyone.
My fault.
My keen instinct told me you would all be here,
so naturally I had to change
- to dress down to your level. - [laughing]
- Ha ha. - So selfless, even on your birthday.
- You're welcome. - Yeah.
Well, we've been celebrating without you.
- Mm. - Mm. Hey, bud, one more bottle.
My wife ordered for you already. Halibut.
Prime filet. Rare.
Hmm. [clears throat]
- Crab. - Yes.
- Burger with side of Brussels. - Mm-hmm.
Chicken piccata.
Salmon, no mushrooms.
And Hadlee.
Says she's filled up on bread,
but ends up picking at everyone else's food.
[laughing]
I thought we'd all like to share.
Are we really that predictable?
Not predictable--
- committed. - Mm.
Insane people are committed,
or sell art at my gallery.
We are steadfast.
Or stubborn.
[laughs]
How does it feel to be old?
I asked him the same thing.
- How old am I again? - You're old.
[laughing] So old.
Old enough to know what you want.
What do you want for your birthday?
- A toast. - Yes, a toast.
- To my-- - No, not your toast.
- It's not your toast. - [laughing]
- It's okay. - I'm still drinking.
[laughs]
I thought it was just a silly cliché,
but you are living proof
that things really do get better with age.
- [scoffing] - Okay, okay.
Okay. Babe?
I'm so thankful to celebrate your birthday with you,
and I'm looking forward to many, many more.
[Tabby] Hey, sweet.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
Cheers.
Mm.
- Oh! - What's this?
I thought no presents 'til tomorrow's brunch.
Yeah.
I guess we're not all predictable after all.
You guys got him presents?
Yeah, it's his birthday.
[chattering and laughter]
What?
- Escape room? - Yep.
- Yeah. - What is that?
You're locked in a room
until you solve a series of puzzles to get out.
And you've only got one hour.
No, that sounds horrible.
That sounds really fun.
I've heard it's the latest craze.
Remember that, um, secret mask thing,
the Macbeth thing in New York last year?
- That wasn't an escape room. - I know.
I'm just saying it's the latest underground thing.
They're popping up everywhere.
I think Shakespeare in any form is so fucking boring.
- Yeah. - I agree with you.
This won't be. I promise.
What happens if we don't figure it out in time?
We're trapped.
Forever.
[laughing]
It's a challenge. A test of intelligence.
Hmm.
All right, I'm in. Where is this room?
The mystery is part of the game.
Ooo, exciting! So how do we get there?
I've arranged everything.
I just need you to play along.
- How did you... - Oh!
... come up with something so adventurous?
Excuse me! What, are you surprised?
Very surprised.
Good. Happy birthday.
- Let's get drunk. - [laughing]
¶
- Really, it's not necessary. - No, I'm just kidding.
[overlapping chatter]
This is us.
- Oh! - Oooh!
- This is how to party. - Yes.
- Damn. - I want to come.
- Babe, we were so specific about reservations. - [groans]
If we could ever get ahold of you...
[Hadlee] Ugh, I'm so unlucky.
[Tabby] No, honey, you're just a wild card.
- Goodbye. - [Conrad] Come on, beautiful.
[Tabby squeals]
It won't be the same without you, kid.
At least I already have plans.
Do you want me to call you a cab?
I'll get a ride. You guys have fun.
- How you gonna get home? - Oh, I'm not going home.
This girl's got a sexy party to go to.
- [laughs] - Sexy party.
Ay, ay!
- Trouble. - Yeah.
[chatter, glass clinking]
[Conrad] Oh, my God, that's good.
Look at the-- Oh, look who decided to come in!
[indistinct greetings]
Hey, buddy, there you are!
- What's up? - Happy birthday, man!
- Happy birthday! - [van door closes]
- [music playing] - [laughter]
- I love this stuff. - I know.
This is amazing. Thank you.
Oh, don't thank me yet.
[giggling]
- [Natasha] Oh, come on. - Okay, guys.
Gonna need your cell phones, please.
[Conrad] Um... [clears throat]
- Hell no. - [laughter]
[Christen] Yes.
Can't have you looking up how to solve a puzzle.
No help from anyone.
Uh...
[sighs]
There's no lifelines in this game?
- Come on! - No.
For an hour?
Come on, what's the big deal?
As birthday ambassador,
I order all of you to relinquish your phones.
Thank you.
Hey, you know what? Fuck it.
- Hand 'em over. - Here you go.
- Thank you. - Here.
[Natasha] As you wish, birthday ambassador.
[Conrad] All righty. One more.
- What? - It's everyone or no one.
[sighs] Fine.
Proud of you, Anderson.
- Fuck off. - [laughing]
- Ouch. - Why is he so mean to me?
I love him and he's so mean to me.
All right, guys, I'm also going to need your wallets,
your purses, anything else in your pockets.
- Fuck. - [whistles]
All you can take with you are your wits.
And there's insurance on this game and all, right?
- I take full responsibility for everything. - Okay.
- Thank you, Conrad. - You're welcome.
- All righty. Got it? - [Tabby] Nice.
[laughing]
- [sigh] - Happy birthday.
- [music playing] - Yeah!
Whoo!
¶
[ice rattles]
[bottle clatters]
Does anybody know how long we've been driving for?
How could we, when we can't see anything?
[Tabby] Let's just ask the driver.
[knocking]
[Conrad] Maybe it's not supposed to open.
It's all part of it.
Christen, how'd you find this place?
They're everywhere. Hiding in plain sight.
What, is there an escape room app?
You just tap and sign up? What?
- [laughs] The Uber of entrapment games? - [Conrad laughs]
No, no app. No nothing on the Internet.
Well, then how'd you find it?
I got this.
What is that?
An invitation.
[chuckles]
It's cute.
Yeah, but the question is, who sent it?
I don't know.
But I know with all the research I've been doing on escape rooms,
my name got on some list,
and this ended up in my mailbox.
It's Morse code.
It spells G-A-M-E.
Game.
- [beeps] - Oh!
[chuckling]
- [Conrad] What? - Oh.
Huh.
[laughing]
All right, that is cool.
Yeah, that's awesome.
Legit.
- [laughing] - [electricity buzzes]
[rattling noises]
Oh. [chuckles]
Oh, what the fuck was that?
We're here.
[unzips bag]
[chuckles]
You've got to be kidding me.
It's all part of the game.
[laughs] Kinky.
Well, I'm too buzzed to care at this point anyway, so...
- I'm so nervous. - I got this, babe.
Ugh.
[Conrad] I'm so ready.
All right. Let's do this.
- There's a team player. - [Conrad] Whoo-hoo!
- Ow! Ha ha! - Lock hands, everyone.
I don't want to lose you when I lead you out.
- [laughing] - [Tabby] Whoo!
[Anderson] Yeah! This is awesome.
- [laughter] - Whoo-hoo!
You're not wearing one?
Somebody's got to be in charge.
Isn't that cheating?
[chuckles] I don't cheat.
¶
But it's all part of the game.
[door slides open]
- [Conrad, whispering] This is crazy. - [laughing]
Where's your hand, Tabby?
[Tabby] Both your hands are on my ass.
- [Conrad] That's exactly right. - [laughing]
- [Tyler] Jesus! - [Christen] Okay, is everyone ready?
[Tabby] Yeah, let's do it.
[Christen] Wait, Tyler, where's your hand?
- [Tyler] I'm-- I'm right here. - [thudding]
- Jesus! - [Anderson] Well, that sounds safe.
[Christen] It's fine, you guys. Don't touch your blindfolds.
- [Conrad] She swat me like a dog? - Yes, I did. You know what?
If you behaved, I wouldn't have to.
[rattling]
[indistinct whispering]
[Conrad] I'm so turned on right now.
[Christen] Okay, shh, everyone!
You have one hour.
¶
[distant chatter]
[distant door closes]
[door slams shut]
[breathing]
¶
[rattles]
[scoffs] All right.
[scoffs]
- [electricity snaps] - Ow!
- [electricity hums] - [machinery powering up]
[clocks ticking]
Christen?
What the fuck is this?
[chuckles]
All right. All right.
[exhales]
All right.
Well, um...
- [Anderson grunts] ...three. - Are you done yet?
- What are you talking about? - I'm talking to Christen.
She's tying something to my hands.
Yeah, she tied something to my wrists, too.
[sighs] I'm taking this thing off.
[sing-song] You're not playing the game right.
- [sighs] - ¶ And down beside the sea ¶
- Oh. Whoa. - What?
¶ But when he strolled along the promenade... ¶
- Oh, my God. - What?
Just take off your blindfold.
¶ ...his wife, just newly wed ¶
¶ He got an awful scare ¶
¶ When someone strolling there ¶
¶ Came up to him and winked and said ¶
Whoa.
¶ Hello! Hello! ¶
- Hey, we're tied together. - Yeah, no shit.
¶ Who's the little girlie by your side? ¶
[grunting]
¶ I've seen you ¶
- Are you kidding me? - At least I'm trying something.
- Okay. - Give me a break.
All right. If I...
If I just... All right.
That's... You're just tying it up more.
- Okay. - No, that's...
- All right, just... - Just...
If I just... Fuck, Anderson!
- Just... Ow! - Fuck.
I'm trying to get us out!
If I...
- Hold on, if I... - If you...
If I come down like this...
- No, no. - No, that's...
¶
Conrad?
[clattering]
Wha-- anybody?
- Boo! - [gasps]
- [laughs] - Oh, my God, you scared me!
Oh, mission accomplished.
Mm. You're so bad.
Aw, you like it.
- Yeah, I do. - [laughs]
[laughs] Whoa.
Okay, this is weird.
This is sick.
This is weird.
What is this?
Um, I don't know,
but can we do something about this first?
[laughing]
Okay. [laughs]
Oh, my God. What is this?
I don't know. I thought it was you grabbing me
and I kind of liked it.
I was blindfolded, Conrad.
How would I have put this on you?
God, I can't believe Christen did this.
[ticking]
[sighs]
Really? [laughs]
[sighs]
[scoffs]
[groans]
All right. Um...
["Pack Up Your Troubles In Your Old Kit Bag" playing]
Okay, how 'bout--
how about if I do... No.
- Okay, let's-- - Just stop, Anderson.
[sighs]
I'm trying to figure this out.
Yeah, well, it's obviously not working.
It's a fucking puzzle. There must be another solution.
Like what?
We have to work together, okay?
Fine.
[sighs] All right.
Okay, what did we do before that hasn't worked?
Like, we need to rethink this thing.
Well, we can't untie it. We can't go around each other.
How about if we go through it?
Through it?
Yeah, like this. Like through it. Like through.
Like this. Like through.
- What? No, that's not right. - Yeah.
Oh, no, no, no. You were definitely on to something here.
Okay, you put your hand here.
[laughs] What's the number?
Tabby, it's part of the game. You gotta figure it out.
[laughs] So there's a reason they put
this horrible thing on you?
Yeah, it's a clue.
All right, so we have to figure out a number
that relates to the worst pair of underwear ever.
Yes, we do.
- [laughs] - [music playing]
¶ Bill Spry ¶
Come on... Do... this.
- No, I-- - Wait.
No, no, stop, stop, stop.
I think I got it.
- ¶ Poor Bill, feelin' so ill ¶ - If I...
- ¶ Yell'd out to Pilot Brown ¶ - this...
¶ "Steady a bit, yer fool! We're turning upside down!" ¶
¶ Take me back to dear... ¶
- [chuckles] - [laughs]
Nice!
All right, let's find a key to unlock this shit.
- [sighs] - Yeah. Let's do that.
So there are four numbers.
Let's assume A is one, B is two, and A-B-C.
- You can't go higher than nine. - [Tabby] This is complicated.
All right, babe, let's brainstorm.
Why would I be wearing this belt?
Mm... sex is definitely out of the question.
I think you nailed it.
I'm definitely not nailing you.
No, babe, what's a four letter word
that has to do with sex?
"Fuck?"
Uh-uh.
That's too many digits.
"Kink?"
Oh, wait! What about head?
Okay, maybe we can talk about that after we're done with this.
No, babe, that's the answer.
Oh.
[laughs]
Okay, so H. So... H, so eight.
[groans]
- So E... - Babe.
- Yeah? - Five.
All right.
A is one. Okay.
- And D... Fuck. - Four.
[laughs]
¶
- Ah! - Yeah!
- [laughs] - Oh!
- [Tabby] We did it. - Yeah, we did. Now, I'm gonna do it.
- [laughs] - [Tabby] Oh, I like it.
[ticking]
[scraping]
¶
- Ah! - Anderson.
Fuck! Tyler?
- [music playing] - You all right?
Yeah, the fucking thing cut me in the finger when it opened.
- Is Natasha with you? - I'm right here.
- [Anderson] Is Christen with you? - No, I'm alone.
Oh, that sucks.
Is there a knob on your side?
Um... no.
Just a latch to this compartment.
[Anderson] Guessing you're knobless as well?
Just a combination dial.
What's the story in that room?
I don't know.
Thought it was decorated by a bipolar novelist.
- Oh. - Where are you?
My room is filled with antique televisions
and out of sync clocks, too many to count.
Ah. Aside from some Davy Crockett shit,
- we have clocks in here, too. - Huh.
[liquid sloshes]
Uh, they don't seem to be working, though.
How many are there?
Four.
- And all of them are stopped? - Looks like it.
They're all stopped on an hour.
Okay, are they all stopped on different hours?
Yes.
Okay. Tell me the times on the clocks.
[Anderson] Uh, 12 and six,
five, and eight.
[clicking]
Damn it. [sighs]
¶
Okay, where are the clocks?
I don't know. All over the room.
What?
There are two on the left hand side of the door
and two on the other.
All right, of the clocks on the left,
what is the time on the one furthest from the door?
Uh, 12.
[clicking]
And the first clock on the right hand side?
Uh, five.
Second one on the left?
Six.
And the last one on the right.
And eight.
- Shit. - [Natasha sighs]
You did it. [laughs]
No problem.
- Wow, fashionable. - Yeah.
We'll see.
¶
Guys.
[chuckles]
All right.
It works. [laughs]
- [cuff clicks] - [sighs]
- [key clatters] - [snorts, laughs]
Hey, there's a card here.
Wonder what it's doing there.
- Is it a piece to a puzzle? - I don't know.
Yeah...
[Natasha sighs]
Is this-- Is this how you took it out?
Now what?
Yikes.
Exactly.
Well, the only way out is the exit door,
which I assume will open when we win.
If we win.
Anderson. Come on.
We just killed that first puzzle without breaking a sweat.
Don't you want to win?
We're going to get out of here in record time. Just get on board.
All right. Lead the way, birthday boy.
But how do you suspect we're gonna find the others if there are no doors?
It's all gotta be part of the game.
¶
- What are you looking for? - I don't know.
- [laughs] - That narrows it down.
Oh, come on, Anderson.
There has to be something that leads to the next thing.
You know, like a clue?
Oh, really?
So do you mind enlightening me, then?
All right.
[sighs]
Okay, well, how about these?
They're a series of animal paintings in a line.
So what?
So it could be a clue! I don't know.
- Yes! - [music playing]
[sighs]
I bet it's based on weight. Take those off.
Oh, yeah.
It's the food chain.
Brilliant. Trade me.
Rabbit.
- Fox. - Coyote.
- [machinery whirring] - Whoa. What?
[Natasha laughs]
[scoffs]
[sighs] Seriously?
Slackers.
Typical.
Hi. Oh, yeah?
- You guys busy? - [Natasha] Hmm?
We can't hear you.
We... we can't hear you.
Oh, my God.
It's like he doesn't know it's my sister.
[sighs]
Hey, where do you think that door leads to?
Well, it looks like it's connected to the other room.
But there is no door in the other room.
I know that,
but you're telling me that doesn't look like it's connected?
Oh, it's definitely connected.
¶
What're you doing?
[gasps]
- Oh! - Whoa!
[Tyler] Wow. Fuck.
Ah. [grunts]
Oh, so there was a door.
Here.
[sighs]
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
All right, let's get rid of these clocks.
Okay, so where's the key?
How about the ones that unlocked the ropes?
Ah. Yeah.
Stop it.
What? Come on.
There's no way this is gonna fit.
[scoffs] Nice.
It was your fucking idea.
Look, there's gotta be a key here somewhere,
let's just find it.
Oh, my God.
- Would you just... - [Tyler] God.
Hey, hey, look for a clock that only has a minute hand.
- Why? - Just fucking do it, Anderson.
Okay. Here, got it.
This clock only has a minute hand.
- Okay. - What the hell is up with these clocks?
Here, here, here.
All right, what the fuck?
[clock clatters]
If I...
[clicks]
Hm.
- That's impressive. - Very impressive.
[exhales]
[whirring]
Here, help me.
[grunts]
- Ah? - Yes!
Yeah! Hey, guys. [laughs]
- You're my hero. Thank you. - Hey.
You guys rescued us.
Yeah, any longer and someone's pants'd be on the floor.
- She's wearing a skirt. - That is correct.
- Oh, gross. - [laughs]
[TVs powering up]
What the fuck?
¶
Uh...
[Tabby] Is that Christen?
Oh, my God!
Where is she?
Yeah, things just got weird.
Wow.
What?
It's all part of the game.
¶
[laughs] This is fucking cool.
Look, look. We have 41 minutes to rescue Christen.
That's the game.
Christen said we had an hour.
Well, the timer must have started when we got here.
It was probably me. I flipped the switch over there.
Oh.
Why isn't she in here with us?
Why would she lock herself in a cage somewhere?
I don't know, Anderson. That's what we have to figure out.
Fine. Whatever.
At least we know what we're playing for now, right?
Bingo. That's the can-do attitude
we like to hear from you, Anderson.
Now, time is of the essence.
So, it's a good thing I know exactly what we have to do next.
Check it out.
What happened?
What do you mean?
Weren't there squares with letters on them right here?
Oh, yeah, there were.
Yeah, but they were there the whole time.
Are you sure about that?
'Cause you guys were just sucking a whole bunch of face.
Yeah, well, when was the last time you two sucked face? Huh?
Look, as soon as we got out of the room,
it must have disappeared.
It's probably the door. Huh?
- [hisses] - [beeps]
Hey.
Wait! Shut it again.
[Tabby] Oh, wow, I bet you have to spell something.
- Yeah, but what? - [Tyler exhales]
There's got to be something.
Oh, that-- What the fuck is that?
[laughter]
Nice.
Was that thing strapped to your junk?
It sure was.
- She released the Kraken. - Oh!
- [laughter] - Well, I'm not getting it.
- Getting what? - It's another card.
- Oh. - Mm-hmm.
Fuck it.
Ugh.
Guys, come on. It was on the outside of my pants.
He's clean. I would know.
Excellent.
Well, I don't see any other clues here,
so let's keep focused. [claps and snaps fingers]
- Go. Go, go, go. - Yeah.
¶
Well, it obviously wants us to spell something,
- so... - How big a word?
- Nine letters? - Nine letters? Fuck, big word.
It's like an answer to a crossword puzzle.
Oh, you love crossword puzzles.
- He does. - [Tabby chuckles]
And the answer is in one of these newspapers.
Yes.
We don't have time to go through all of these.
[Conrad] All right, some of us look for crosswords
while the others look for clues.
You know, get a system going.
That's gonna take forever.
There has to be some kind of order.
Oh, what if there's a clue in a headline?
Well, theme in this one is dead celebrities, if that helps.
Well, did any of them die on today's date?
Maybe that's a fucking clue.
The dates.
That's actually not a bad idea.
Nice, Christen.
My birthday.
- Look for today's date 30 years ago. - Yes.
¶
[sighs] This stack is all 1990s.
'70s.
- Oh! I got the '80s. - [Conrad laughs]
- [Tyler] Perfect. - Yes!
Okay...
All right, who's got October 13th?
Ah, got it.
Yes, right here.
That's it.
All right, it wants one word.
- [Conrad] All right, how many letters? - Nine.
- Nice. - All right, the clue is...
"narcissistic notes."
Interesting.
I'm glad we got an easy one.
All right, well, uh, shut me in the room
and I'll put in words until I figure it out.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
We started in there. Let us take this one.
Tyler.
Conrad, this is gonna involve
some quick problem-solving on the fly
and I'm not really sure that's your forte.
Whoa, whoa.
What?
You can let someone else do something, Tyler.
All right.
[gasps] Oh! I got it.
"Egomaniac."
Actually, that could work.
Yes.
[hissing]
[Tyler sighs]
Well...
[tones playing]
[exhales sharply] Damn it.
Narcissistic notes.
Something about letters... memos.
Ego's memos.
That has an apostrophe.
- So? - So it's definitely not the answer.
Oh. What if note isn't to do with something written?
What'd you mean?
Like a musical note?
Like what is a narcissistic's song?
[Conrad laughs] Oh, looks like Anderson needs a hug.
[Tabby] Oh, what about egotistic?
[Conrad] Yeah, I'll try it.
[gasps] Oh!
What is Carly Simon's "You're So Vain"?
That definitely won't fit.
Also, this isn't Jeopardy, so...
Well, you come up with something, smart guy.
Whatever it is, it's your theme song.
- What did you say? - Huh?
Nothing, just that my wife is stuck up and she doesn't know--
- No, not that. - I love you.
Try this.
T.
- T? Okay, T. - Yes.
- H. - H.
- E. - E.
M. E.
[no audible dialogue]
Theme song.
- Theme song. - A-B-C-D-E-F--
- [beeps] - Yes!
- [gasps] - Yes!
Yes! [laughs]
Ha!
[exhales]
Nice. I'll go let 'em out.
- If they want to get out. - I'll never get used to that.
Oh, who's the protective big brother?
Stop.
I love how when you pretend to have a conscience...
I said fucking stop! What the fuck is wrong with you?
¶
[key snaps]
Hey! Fuck!
What's wrong?
The key broke off in the fucking door.
What do you mean it broke?
I tried to open it and it wouldn't open.
- Damn it. - You disappoint me.
- Really, Anderson? - [sighs] Jesus.
I don't see--
That's a little much.
- [Conrad singing] - Whoa! So fancy.
[laughing]
[sighs]
You're gonna have to sit tight
'til we can figure how to get you out.
[ticking]
Wait.
What's that?
[gas hissing]
It's all part of the game, right?
Yeah. That's weird.
What?
We solved the puzzle. Why would the door close again?
Well, maybe--
maybe there's something else that we have to do?
That doesn't make sense.
Wait.
[loud hissing]
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Something's wrong.
[laughing]
What is that?
[sizzling]
It looks like it's burning them.
Like... acid.
[whimpering]
Oh, my God!
- [gasps] - Oh!
Tabby! Tabby!
[whimpering]
- Holy shit! - What the fuck is happening to them?
- Tabby! No! - Oh, shit...
[slow motion breathing]
[straining]
- Tabby! - [ticking]
[grunts]
- Ah! - Fuck!
Damn it!
- What is happening? - Tabby!
[gagging]
Something's happening to them!
- No! - [Anderson] Oh, my God!
- Tabby! - Oh, my God!
- [Natasha screaming] - Tabby!
Get down! Get on the floor!
- [gagging] - [Natasha] Oh, my God!
- Tabby! - [Anderson] Oh, shit!
- Oh, my God! Oh, my God! - Fuck! Fuck!
Oh, my God...
- Holy shit. - Tabby!
- Conrad! - What the fuck is going on?
- [Anderson] Oh, my God! - Tabby!
[Natasha] What is this? What is this?
Tabby? Tabby!
Oh, my... Oh, my God!
- [Natasha] Fuck! - [Tyler] Fuck!
[crying]
Fuck.
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What the fuck is this place?
[labored breathing]
[sobbing]
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[Anderson gasping]
No.
What did you do?
I didn't--
I didn't do anything.
It locked on its own!
I-I-I tried to open it.
No, you fucked it up and look what happened.
- You couldn't do anything! - I tried to help them!
Look at you!
I tried to help them.
[scoffs]
[sighs]
No.
[weakly] Don't hurt her.
[sobs]
No.
It's real.
- It's all real. - Real?
What are you talking about? Of c-- of course...
Why would Christen bring us here?
Christen's in trouble, too.
Then why the fuck isn't she in the room with us?
She's locked in a fucking cage, Anderson!
Christ.
It's not a game.
We have to get out of here.
Help me!
Fuck!
[straining]
Fuck! Fuck! There's no way!
What? So-- so we're trapped?
There's no puzzle to get us out of here?
Fuck these puzzles!
[inhales]
- [Natasha cries] - [exhales]
All these rooms are enclosed.
Yeah. We figured that out a long time ago.
- What are you getting at? - Which means there must be some sort of ventilation.
Here!
- Fuck. - I'm here.
Take this.
[grille clatters]
We have to go.
No way. No fucking way!
Do you want to get out of here?
Did you see what just happened to Conrad and Tabby?
There's got to be another way to open up the door.
Do you really want to wait around and figure it out?
What if there is no way to open the door?
What if it's just a matter of time
until this entire place fills up with more acid fog
and we fucking fry, Anderson?
I'm going.
- What? - I'm going.
We're going.
[breathing heavily]
[duct thudding]
- Tash. - I got... I gotta go.
[shaky breath]
Okay. Okay, okay. I'm going, I'm going.
[grunts] The vent turns.
- Just keep moving. - [groans]
[groans] I'm coming! I'm right behind you.
- [Natasha] Anderson! - Fuck!
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[grunts]
There's something up ahead.
Like it could be an opening.
[grunts]
[labored breathing]
[Natasha] Anderson.
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- [grunts] - [Natasha] What?
It's another fucking puzzle.
[grunting]
Fuck is with this shit?!
[Anderson] Let's just go back!
No! There's a puzzle, we'll solve it, we'll get out of here.
- Get out of my way! - Shit!
- Jesus! - [grunts]
Fuck!
[grunting] Shit!
It's fine, we're getting out. We just gotta--
we gotta...
- I don't understand this. - [groans]
Okay. Maybe it's--
- No, no, no, wait, wait, wait! - [beeps]
- Shit. - Why the fuck--
- God damn it, Natasha! - I didn't know!
- Fuck! - Move!
- Help-- Let me see it! Let me see it! - Fuck!
- Shut up! Fuck. - [Natasha] Fuck.
- [Anderson] Move! - No!
- Fuck! - Just let me see it. I can do this.
- No, shut up! - Tyler!
- Fuck! - Move, he's good at these things.
Fuck.
It's the Greek riddle of the Sphinx.
- Well, then answer it. - Hang on!
[metallic scraping]
- Did you hear that? - What?
- Just, shh!
Just listen. You hear it?
[metallic scraping]
Yeah, I hear it.
Oh, my God, it's getting louder.
- Anderson! - It's getting louder!
- Anderson! - Okay, okay, okay.
- Um, find a sun. - Okay.
Put it next to the sunrise.
Good, good. Next.
Now find a star and put it next to that.
- Yes! - All right.
Next one, next one. Come on!
- An infant. - What?
- A baby! A fucking baby! - Okay, where?
Put it next to that.
Okay. Next. Next one, come on!
- All right. - Hurry! Just hurry!
- An old man! - Here, here, here!
- [gasps] - [metallic scraping]
Fuck.
- Fuck! - What?
What the? Something just shut the duct behind me.
- Are you okay? - No! What the fuck is it?
- Oh, my God! - [shouting]
- Oh, my God! Oh, my God! - Come on!
- My leg is stuck. - Go!
My leg is stuck! My leg is stuck!
Help me! Help me! Oh, my God! Help!
- [squelches] - Oh, my God!
No.
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[gasps]
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[blood dripping]
[grunting]
- [thudding] - [clattering]
- [grunting] - [clattering]
[Tyler] Here!
[sobbing] No...
- [screaming] - No!
[sobbing]
[crying]
[Tyler] Are you fucking serious?
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Anderson!
Anderson, come on!
He's not coming.
We're gonna die in here.
We're gonna die.
[breathing deeply]
He knew.
What?
Anderson knew. He had to know.
[sighs]
I wanted him to know.
I wanted him to get mad at me.
- [exhales] - I wanted to feel something.
Jesus fucking Christ.
He never said anything.
[crying]
Hey!
Pull your shit together!
Oh, my God.
Oh... oh, oh!
Oh, my God!
Why are all these wires coming out of the TVs?
Tyler.
These. They're primary colors.
It's gotta be another fucking puzzle, right?
I mean, look at them.
Yes.
Yellow and red make orange.
And blue and yellow make green.
- [crackling] - And green and orange are left.
It has to be. Yes.
[music plays]
[exhales]
[grunts] No!
[music plays]
[grunts] What the fuck?
[growls]
Fuck. [growls]
- What do we do? - I don't know.
- What the fuck do we do? - I don't know!
It's all part of the game, Tyler.
You always know the answer.
- What the fuck do we do? - I said I don't know!
Exactly. You don't know.
You think you're so fucking perfect, Tyler.
Shut up.
You think Christen didn't see through your bullshit,
that everyone didn't know what you were doing.
Shut the fuck up!
She knew.
[laughs]
- "Teddy Bear Picnic." - What?
Only Christen would know that I fucking hate that song.
[sighs]
Oh, fuck.
Fuck!
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- We only have three minutes. - Shut up!
I feel something. There's a handle.
[music stops]
Thank God.
- [lock clicks] - [music plays]
Oh. Fuck, fuck!
- It locked again. - Shit!
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[lock clicks]
Yes!
[strains]
Oh, shit!
[grunts]
- Fuck! - [groans]
Fuck! Fuck!
- What? - The door's too heavy, I can't open it.
Come do this.
- [music plays] - I'll open the goddamned door.
Okay.
I think I feel something.
- Do it! - [music stops]
[grunting]
- [lock clicks] - [gasps]
- What happened? - [whirring]
[gasps]
[shudders] The mouth started closing on my arm.
You hold it, I'll hold the door open,
and when I say "go," you run.
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There's no time to waste, Natasha!
Okay, okay! Jesus.
[nervous breathing]
Now!
It's closing! It's closing!
It's closing, Tyler! It's closing!
- Just a little bit more! - It's closing on my arm!
It's closing on my arm, Tyler!
Oh, it's closing!
- [screaming] - Just a little more.
[screams]
Oh, my God! Hurry!
It's cutting my arm, Tyler!
Stop, Tyler! It's gonna break my arm.
Stop opening it!
It's closing, it's closing!
I'm sorry.
- [screaming] - [grunts]
[bone breaks]
[screaming echoes]
[screaming echoes distantly]
[faint music playing]
- [heavy breathing] - [ticking]
- [beeps] - Fuck!
[ticking speeds up]
[tone sounds]
- [ticking slows] - [exhales]
[tone sounds]
[beeps]
- [ticking increases] - Fuck! [growls]
[grunts]
- [tone sounds] - [ticking slows]
- [chime sounds] - [ticking stops]
[door whines and slams shut]
[Christen crying on TV]
[hissing]
[countdown beeping]
Christen.
- Can you hear me? - Yes.
Are you okay? [labored breathing]
- I'm fine. - Okay.
What is this, Christen?
What?
What is this?
What are you talking about?
Why did you bring us here?
What do you mean?
Why did you bring us here?
I didn't do anything.
I didn't know. I wasn't--
Have you been watching this whole time?
Tyler..
Saw them all die?
- Is that your fucking idea? - [cries]
Did you plan that?
They're all dead because of you.
I-- How could you say that?
Don't, Tyler. It's--
How could you say that?
My sister is dead. My sister is dead!
Because of you. Is this some sort of sick joke?
- No. - Tell me.
- Tyler. - Oh, oh.
So I assume you had-- you had nothing to do with this?
No! I woke up in this cage.
I don't fucking believe you, Christen.
I just want this to be over.
You think I can't tell when you're lying to me?
- I didn't do anything. - I'm so-- I'm so--
Oh, I'm sorry. I-I-I can't hear you, Christen.
You know, because I can't hear anything over fucking lies!
- Tyler, what's happening? - You're lying!
- Believe me! - There's no time, Christen.
- Tyler! - No! Say it!
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Why did you fucking bring us here?
There's no time, Christen! Say it!
- [whimpers] - Now! Say it!
Tyler! [shouts]
[beeping]
[clicks]
[gasps]
- [gasps] - [squelching]
Oh... No!
[gasping]
No!
[groaning]
[sobbing]
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I don't know how to get to you.
Tyler. What do I do?
What do I have to do?
[gasping]
I love you.
[choking and gasping]
[crying]
[static]
[cries]
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- [beep] - [lock clicks]
[door creaking]
[rattling]
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[gasping]
[siren wailing]
- [dogs barking distantly] - [labored breathing]
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[dial tone]
[cries out]
[beeping]
[sniffs]
[phone ringing]
[operator] 911, state your emergency?
Yes...
Tell me what's going on.
I was-- I was taken.
My friends-- I-I-I think they were, um...
- I don't know where they are. - Okay, ma'am, ma'am?
- I think they were maybe... - I need you to slow down.
- Can't tell where I am. - Take a deep breath for me.
Okay, I show you're on the corner
of Central and East Third Avenue.
I'm sending a patrol car now to help you.
- Okay. Yeah. Okay. Yeah. - Okay?
I need you to stay on the line with me, all right?
- Can you do that? - Yeah. Okay. Okay.
Okay, what is your name?
[sighs] Christen Wills.
And what happened, Christen?
We went to an escape room.
It was my boyfriend's birthday, and um...
- [static interference] - Hello?
[indistinct]
- [phone clicks] - [heavy breathing]
[man] Tyler was right. [laughs]
They're all dead because of you.
[laughs]
Who is this?
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Why?
Oh, no. Who I am is not important at all.
No, but why... That is.
What do you mean?
You went looking for this.
Remember?
You do not hang up on me.
Don't do it.
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Hi, there.
I'm watching you.
[laughing]
You found exactly what you were looking for, didn't you?
A night of escape.
I let you watch.
[chatter]
[Christen] You have one hour.
[screams]
- The police are coming. - [laughs]
Listen, when the cops get there, just do me a favor.
I want you to tell 'em everything,
but if you and I are being honest with each other?
[laughs]
I gotta tell ya, I doubt they're gonna believe you.
[laughs]
You really can't help yourselves, can you?
You people are so naïve.
It's all part of the game, remember?
Who are you? What did you do?
[keyboard keys clacking]
You should ask yourself this, Christen.
[exhales]
Who really escapes?
Was it you?
[gasps]
- Or was it them? - [screams]
- [laughs] - [high pitched tone]
[rapid breathing]
[dial tone]
- [thuds] - [operator] ...stay on the line.
- Christen, can you hear me? - [music playing]
Ma'am, I need you to say something if you can hear me.
[ragged breathing]
Units are almost there.
If you can hear me, you are going to be okay.
- [sirens wailing] - Stay with me, Christen.
Stay with me.
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