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[MUSIC PLAYING]
[STATIC]
[TENSE MUSIC]
Oh, I'm so sorry!
I'm so sorry.
Are you OK?
Are you all right?
Are you looking for a Valentine?
Um, I'm looking for my hotel.
Actually, do you know, it's--
it's the-- did you take my wallet?
It's OK. It's OK.
You can have it. It's yours.
There's money in it. You can keep it.
I don't want it.
There's just one thing I want from there is a photograph.
It's all I want, please.
Just a photograph of my wife, please.
It's all I want.
[TENSE MUSIC]
Graham.
All right.
Where the hell were you?
Let's grab a bite to eat.
You are slurring.
I had a beer.
What, are you my mother?
What, did I miss much?
All of it.
Conference is over.
You missed some good investment opportunities.
I'll send you the slides.
No, no.
Sure, you're addicted like the rest of us.
Are they still serving?
Hey, man, can I have, um, a whiskey?
- Hooker? - Yeah.
They work hotel bars.
How much do you reckon?
At least an arm and a leg.
Can I get another one?
Double?
Triple.
Same.
So what are you going to do?
Don't know.
Maybe get some smack, get fucked up.
[LAUGHS] Are you trying to kill yourself?
[PHONE PINGS]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
Black Rabbit.
Don't ask.
Try me.
It's a dark web thing.
I read loads of rumors about it, sexual fantasy website.
What kind of fantasies?
Well, some of it's pretty sick,
not for the faint hearted.
But it promises to get your dick hard or your pussy wet,
no matter what.
No matter what.
I read a piece on it, Soho urban legend.
Been around since the mid '80s, long before it went online.
Graham, you should see the money people pay to go on there.
See.
What?
Someone's making a killing.
What an investment that would have been.
Yeah, well, some investments cost more than money.
[LAUGHS] Whenever you're drunk, you start moralizing.
Just saying.
Fancy can be dangerous.
Just know where the line is.
Well, the lines are there to be crossed.
Thanks for the drink.
Stay.
Good night, Miles.
Oh.
Um, could you lend me some money?
I lost my wallet.
[SIGHS] Yeah, sure.
Thanks, buddy.
Thanks.
Listen, don't kill yourself out there.
I need my drinking partner.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Miles, word of advice, don't get involved in the Black Rabbit.
OK?
Sure.
What you looking for?
Beer.
Follow me.
[MUSIC BUILDING]
[ELECTRICITY FLICKERING]
Has this been here long?
How does it work?
2 pounds in the slot to see the ladies bare all.
What's your name?
Miles.
What's your real name?
Graham.
You're sad with a broken heart.
Yeah.
I didn't come here for therapy.
Why are you here?
I'm lost.
I bet you are.
Do you want to hurt me?
No.
Make me bleed?
No.
Are you sure?
Yeah.
Wanna know my story?
Huh?
My story will give you nightmares.
No, forget it.
No, wait, Graham, don't go.
I want to show you something.
Do you want to see it?
Sure.
[LAUGHS]
[MUFFLED DANCE MUSIC]
I don't understand.
What?
What do you want?
I just want to watch TV.
You just wanna watch TV.
Brilliant.
David!
What?
Jesus.
All right, David. I'll bite.
I just want to come home to a flat that doesn't have
pounding music coming through the floor till 2 o'clock
in the morning.
I just want a little bit of privacy, which
is impossible in this tiny fucking
flat where you watch my every fucking move like I'm
on a nature documentary.
Aside from taking a shit, David, there
is literally no escaping you.
And if you're in a bad mood, like you are tonight,
you just sit there.
Is that right?
You want to move.
Is that what you want?
Alice, do you want to move?
I just want you to shut the fuck up.
Cunt.
That I am, David, the cunt that you married.
[SIGHS]
Happy Valentine's Day.
I didn't get you one.
No.
I'm sorry.
I love you.
That's too late, David.
You called me a cunt.
[BUZZER]
Hello?
Yeah, that's mine.
Yep, no, no.
OK, yeah, sure.
Give me a sec, all right?
All good?
Oh, somebody wants me to move my car.
Apparently, it's blocking his in, for fuck's sake.
[HONKING]
Move it.
Get up now.
That was quick.
Alice.
Get the fuck up.
- Easy. - You stay there.
Don't move.
I have money.
I'm glad you fucking answered.
Anything else you want to share?
Hmm?
Get the fuck over here.
Come on.
Get down here.
Good boy.
You, up.
Take the rope, and tie him to the chair.
Tie him.
Hurry up!
For fuck's sake.
Ow.
Fucking rope!
[GRUNTING]
Knickers off.
Fuck off.
[GAGGING]
Do me a favor.
Don't let those eyes touch the ground.
[MUFFLED SCREAMING]
[LAUGHS]
You got Alexa?
Of course you got Alexa.
Alexa, play something romantic.
[ROMANTIC MUSIC]
(SINGING) I love to look upon the stars at night.
I remember in this place, there's a room in the club.
I used come in here with all the pretty girls
at the end of the night.
Dance.
Believe me.
Slow dance.
And then I'd whisper sweet nothings into their ears.
They'd invite me back to theirs for drinks.
We never did much drinking.
OK, OK.
[MUFFLED SOBS]
(SINGING) I love to look upon the stars at night.
[MOANING]
(SINGING) I dream of what it means when everything
turns to the deepest blue.
[GUNSHOT]
What did you do?
What the fuck-- what the fuck did you do?
Ow!
David!
[MOANING]
Tell him.
Tell him why you have hidden cameras filming him right now.
Tell him.
Ask your wife to tell you the truth.
What truth?
Hmm?
Alice.
Tell him.
I met Joe in the club downstairs.
[DANCE MUSIC]
Your place or mine?
I like you.
Joe, this is--
I don't want that.
I'm married.
Why are you here?
I asked him to come here tonight.
It was all a role play, but that doesn't matter.
What matters is that I really wanted to do this to you.
Why are you here?
My husband cheats on me.
And I caught him.
We were on holiday, and he thought I passed out.
And I followed him, and he went down to the reception.
And he was having sex with her on her desk.
[CRYING]
Because you fucked her, didn't you?
The plain little Portuguese receptionist
and on Valentine's Day.
But why are you here?
Have you heard of a website called the Black Rabbit?
What the fuck is that?
You give your body over to it, and you act out fantasies.
And you get paid.
Fantasies?
He doesn't use actors.
He uses real people.
Who is "he"?
I've been asked to act out a home invasion fantasy.
Will you be my stalker?
I want to humiliate him.
[LAUGHS]
Joe.
No way.
Oh, brilliant.
[SIRENS]
Here we go.
Come here.
Joe, no!
Fuck off!
Joe.
Wanna play the fucking hero, yeah?
Wanna fucking play the fucking hero?
[SCREAMING] Oh yeah?
Nothing's going to plan for you tonight, huh?
Your husband will call the police.
Can't do it, sorry.
No.
I would tell him I couldn't bear the shame.
And we will just never talk about it again.
And it would just get lost in time.
[GROANING]
You just don't know when to stay down, do you?
No, Joe.
No.
I'd be happy to split what they pay me.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
How much is out there?
[GUNSHOT]
No!
We've still got each other, right?
So I break in, have my wicked way with you.
You feel something for me, don't you?
Nothing.
Nothing?
[LAUGHS]
And then what?
Put a gun to my head.
Realize you can't pull the trigger.
You're in love with me.
At a loss of what to do, your emotions a mess, you leave.
That's just it, Alice.
My emotions really are a mess because I really do like you.
It has to look like you broke in?
What happened to us splitting the money, huh?
You know you sound insane, right?
Shush!
Huh?
What about us, huh?
Us, the rabbits?
We would be the same.
We would stay the same.
That's it.
I'm very wrong.
[GUNSHOT]
It's just a fantasy.
It isn't real.
[DAVID COUGHING]
David.
It's OK.
Should I call an ambulance?
I love you.
[GUNSHOT]
[WOMAN LAUGHING]
[GASP]
Happy Valentine's.
No, no, don't be scared.
Wait!
Ah, let me out of here!
What the fuck is this place?
Oh, my God!
Graham.
Oh, Christ!
Graham, let's have a talk about marriage.
Do you remember your wedding day, Graham?
Is it the happiest day of your life?
Yeah.
Do you remember your vows?
Till death do us part.
It's the only true way out of a loveless marriage, you know.
Isabel told me that.
This is--
They say a magical wedding day where
you're treated like a princess is every little girl's dream.
Let me tell you about mine.
[ELECTRICITY BUZZING]
[HEAVY BREATHING]
Helen.
Who?
Chester.
Hi.
And Maxwell.
Hey.
It's been a while.
Maxwell?
Is this the guy?
The fucking yoga instructor?
Hang on.
So, like, you guys all know each other?
And where does Love Island here fit into this then?
He's no one.
Steady on, peeps.
Look, I don't know who any of you are.
And personally, I don't think I'm meant to be here.
What is this?
Why are you all here?
If this is some sort of a Valentine's Day prank, Chester,
this is worse than that time when you got
the melted chocolate stuck in--
Ells, look, this has nothing to do with me, OK?
I just woke up tied to this fucking chair.
Yeah, this ain't it.
It's not really my idea of a good time.
You know, it's just a little sausage heavy.
You know I'm vegan, right?
All right, come on.
Try and get this off me.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Stop, stop, stop.
I'm trying to help.
Yeah, well, you're making it tighter somehow.
Look, there's got to be something
you can use to cut them.
Check that cupboard.
Check the toolbox.
What is this?
Pluto?
I'm not sure what version you've been playing.
The bolt cutters.
Grab the bolt cutters down there.
This thing?
That's the one.
Yeah, mate.
Don't come near me with that.
Oh, I'll just leave you here, shall I,
Daryl, Darren, or whatever your name is?
It's Liam, actually, babes.
Do this milk first.
So do you trust me, Chester?
Yeah, sure.
I trust you.
[SCREAMING]
[LAUGHS]
Fuck!
What did you do?
You cut off the fucking finger or something.
No, look, it wasn't Helen, OK?
It's these neck things, some kind of electric shock.
What is this?
Where are we?
Last thing I remember, I was going to the gym.
And then--
ANNOUNCER (ON INTERCOM): This is your friendly neighborhood
gamesmaster speaking.
I would like to remind all contestants
that escape attempts will result in electrical punishment.
Contestants?
So what, is this like one of them
escape room things or something?
Damn.
I'm useless at those!
Hey!
Let us out!
We don't wanna play!
[ELECTRIC BUZZING]
Ow!
ANNOUNCER (ON INTERCOM): Repeated violations of Rule 1
will result in repeat voltages until death.
I trust I have your compliance.
OK.
What is this?
Why are we here?
ANNOUNCER (ON INTERCOM): Welcome, contestants,
to Fuck, Marry, Kill.
This is a new format.
But if it works out, we're hoping to sell it worldwide.
Follow the Black Rabbit, and everything will be fine.
Hey, rabbit fucker.
I'm not playing, all right?
So let me out of here now before I
get fucking karmic on your ass.
Yeah, me, too.
And I know taekwondo and shit.
ANNOUNCER (ON INTERCOM): OK, great.
Thanks for that.
Now we've met the contestants, onto round one, fuck.
Helen, you have five minutes to decide
which one of these fine gentlemen
you would like to make sweet, sweet love to.
Your time starts now.
What?
I don't wanna eff anyone here!
God, I miss your refusal to swear
in even the worst situations.
[ELECTRICITY BUZZING]
[SCREAMING]
Fuck!
ANNOUNCER (ON INTERCOM): Oops, did
I forget to mention if you do not complete the task
within the allotted time, you will all receive
maximum voltage until death?
Now make your choice.
This-- this-- this is madness, brother.
I don't want to be no more.
Chill out, whatever your name is.
This is just a bluff.
You know that how?
Because this can't be real.
Yeah, well, fucking real to me.
Hels, make your choice.
And you know what it should be, yeah?
No, you don't get to call me Hels.
Come on!
I'm no good at this.
Decision making never was your strong point.
I pick Maxwell.
I'd eff Maxwell if I had to.
ANNOUNCER (ON INTERCOM): You now have four minutes remaining.
I picked!
I picked Maxwell!
ANNOUNCER (ON INTERCOM): You must
have copulate with your chosen contestant until climax.
Hers or mine?
ANNOUNCER (ON INTERCOM): The judges
will only accept a male climax.
Female ones are too easy to fabricate.
Aren't they?
What?
Here, now?
Look, I'm up for it if you are.
Look, this is probably going out live on the dark web
or something to perverts.
Don't do it, Helen.
So what you're saying is you'd rather die
than see me with another man?
This isn't real, OK?
It's like the Stanford prison experiment or something, a test
to see how people react under pressure.
Well, they picked the wrong person then.
You know I crumble under pressure.
ANNOUNCER (ON INTERCOM): Here's a tasty morsel of information.
One of these men left you with a terrible urinary tract
infection, which he caught from your best friend Cara.
You-- you--
you flipping bovine!
But we were never exclusive, sugar tits.
Well, I've changed my mind.
What?
Are you seriously trying to decide
whether to have sex with me or some total stranger,
who looks even more riddled with disease than the yoga prick?
Fuck you!
Yeah, I'm with him.
Fuck you, dude!
He's not a total stranger.
I was at Brian and Louise's wedding in 2018.
I was the crying bridesmaid, remember?
Sweetheart, there have been many crying bridesmaids
in my time.
We did it in the back of a wedding car.
The mother of the groom caught us.
And we got escorted from the venue.
[GASPS]
Hey, I was in a very bad place, OK?
And there was unlimited prosecco.
Wow.
It is so good to see you again, babes.
OK, everyone, shut your eyes.
I said, close your eyes.
You, too.
Oh, this is so degrading.
You're fucking telling him, mate.
The poor guy can't even get a boner.
This ain't, you know, the most romantic ideal situation.
Come on, Liam. You managed after 10 jagerbombs.
You can do it now.
Really?
I think it's performance anxiety or something.
OK, well, we don't have time for dinner and drinks first.
But you know, just saying that I could
forgo my tantric training and become
like Niagara Falls in less than 30 seconds if needed.
Hels, come on.
Did our four years together mean nothing?
You'd rather fuck this lobotomized reality
star reject than me?
Shut the fuck up, the pair of ya!
You're not exactly helping the situation.
OK, what will help?
What?
Really?
Fudge!
If you're sure.
Oh!
Fuck-- oh!
What didn't you fucking lube?
ANNOUNCER (ON INTERCOM): 30 seconds.
Oh, oh.
Put your tits in my face.
Oh.
Oh, yes, mami.
Oh, oh.
Definitely isn't how it was at Brian and Lisa's wedding.
Oh shut up, babe, it's fucking working.
Come on you little fucking dumb bastard.
Come on, you can do this.
ANNOUNCER (ON INTERCOM): 10 seconds.
Oh, slap me.
Slap me in the face.
Oh, oh, oh, yes.
Slap me again.
Oh.
Please slap him again.
Slap him!
Oh!
[MUSIC BUILDING]
That is so smart.
Is that it then?
Did we do it?
It's running down my freaking leg, OK?
ANNOUNCER (ON INTERCOM): Congratulations on successfully
completing round one.
Liam, you are now out of the game.
[ELECTRICITY BUZZING]
Ahh!
You killed him!
ANNOUNCER (ON INTERCOM): He's temporarily incapacitated
while we play the next rounds.
He's still breathing.
Yeah, he's still got an 8-inch doll up his ass.
ANNOUNCER (ON INTERCOM): Round two,
this one is all about finding your one true love.
It's called Marry.
Helen, at the bottom of the toolbox,
you will find a small bag.
Inside the bag are two rings.
Take one and place it on your ring finger.
Now place the other ring on the finger
of the man you wish to marry.
What do you mean marry?
ANNOUNCER (ON INTERCOM): For the purposes of this game
and the rest of your life, think of me
as the minister, and the remaining
players as the witness.
You will both be released to live as husband
and wife from this day forward.
And should you break this sacred bond,
there will be dire consequences.
We are like God, always watching and always judging.
No!
You cannot make me decide this in five minutes.
ANNOUNCER (ON INTERCOM): You're right.
You actually have three minutes.
I hate you!
You can play your stupid games without me!
Hels, come on.
Look at me.
Focus.
We were engaged, remember?
You wanted to marry me once.
We can be that happy again.
And then I effed it all up by cheating on you.
That's in the past now.
Not that much in the past.
Look, ignore him.
He's irrelevant.
I forgive you.
OK?
You got cold feet.
That's all.
I never meant to hurt you.
I just got scared of commitment, of making
a life changing decision.
I was only young.
We were only young.
Yeah, and maybe you were right and we
were both too young, but now--
But now with a fucking deaf collar around his neck,
he suddenly found the meaning of true love.
Pull the other one, mate.
So you're telling me that you're the better
marriage candidate then?
We know what's after marriage-- fuck and kill.
That's why sunshine here is suddenly
Mr. Forgiving Boyfriend.
Are you seriously going to want to marry that,
never knowing if he truly loved you or just
wanted to save his skin?
Helen, don't listen to him.
He's just trying to split us up like he did the last time.
He didn't split us up.
I did.
I couldn't take it anymore, Chester,
being controlled, being told what to do all the time.
I was just trying to make a better life for us, Hels.
But I can change.
You know, like you said, we were both young,
and but it's your decision.
OK, no more making your mind up for you, I promise.
And if you need to kill me in order to survive,
then so be it.
That's a sacrifice that I'm willing to make.
But it's your decision to make, not mine.
Helen, think about the sex.
Always think about the sex because you're going to be
with the same person for--
OK, OK, enough, both of you.
My decision-- my decision is--
ANNOUNCER (ON INTERCOM): 50 seconds.
I'm going to marry--
where's the ring?
Oh, um, you threw it down this way, I'm sure.
ANNOUNCER (ON INTERCOM): The ring
must be placed on the finger of the chosen player.
Go and check the fucking drain.
ANNOUNCER (ON INTERCOM): Or you all forfeit the game.
Come on, Helen! Find it!
Shut up!
I'm looking!
This is hell of a fucking dumb way to die.
ANNOUNCER (ON INTERCOM): 20 seconds.
I've got it!
I've got it.
I used to dream of my wedding day, but--
Helen, the speeches come after the wedding.
I don't mean to rush you, but--
ANNOUNCER (ON INTERCOM): 10 seconds.
[MUSIC BUILDING]
Whatever.
I do.
ANNOUNCER (ON INTERCOM): I now pronounce you husband and wife.
You may now kiss the bride.
OK then.
What's next?
ANNOUNCER (ON INTERCOM): Final round, kill.
Your decision is made by default. Your next choice,
however, will be the method.
You have three minutes.
And if I don't?
ANNOUNCER (ON INTERCOM): All of this would have been in vain.
All four of you will die
I'm not doing it!
I can't kill another human being!
You have to, Hels.
I know.
You said you weren't gonna tell me what to do anymore.
Well, I'm not the one who put these fucking collars on us!
Come on, Hels.
It's the home stretch now.
Think about it this way.
Could you live with letting me die with Sleeping Beauty there?
Come on, you're saving lives.
Will I get a say in this?
Suppose I don't want to sacrifice myself
for the fucking greater good.
I know, suppose I don't mind you both joining me, huh?
It's not your decision to make.
OK, if I had to, what's the quickest way?
The most painless?
I cannot believe we're even having
this fucking conversation.
Fuck you, rabbit!
Fuck off!
ANNOUNCER (ON INTERCOM): Two minutes.
Fuck no.
No, no, no, no.
I'd slit my wrist or something.
I've heard that's painless.
You'll take 20 minutes to bleed out.
No, Helen's right.
It needs to be something quick.
OK, as this last request time, autoerotic asphyxiation.
What?
A strangle plank.
See that rope there?
Grab it.
Yeah.
Oh, come on.
You slip it around my neck.
Grip it real tight.
And then with your other hand, grab my cock
and you pull real tight.
Oh, for fuck's sake!
We don't have time for this.
Grow the fuck up, all right?
I'm only sacrificing myself to save you guys.
I'll choose how I fucking go.
Not all heroes wear capes, eh?
Shut up, Chester.
Maxwell is making a pretty big sacrifice here.
That's the way he wants to do it.
Helen, I'm really sorry, OK, for being a dick.
OK?
Ahh.
Oh.
Helen, you're my fucking wife.
Doesn't that mean anything?
This isn't exactly how I saw my wedding
day panning out either.
ANNOUNCER (ON INTERCOM): 30 seconds.
[CHIMING]
20 seconds.
10 seconds.
I can't do it!
Come on, finish him off!
You have to finish me off, Helen.
Is he-- is it over?
ANNOUNCER (ON INTERCOM): Congratulations.
You have won the new edition of Fuck, Marry, Kill.
Enjoy the rest of your life.
You aren't fucking playing games, are you, babes?
Hey, it's OK, Hels.
It's just you and me now.
Wet feet.
Let's leave all of this behind us.
Move on with our lives together.
You-- you got out of the cable ties.
Baby, what are you talking about?
You fucking gaslighting motherfucking cunt!
Black Rabbit, a little help here!
[ELECTRICITY BUZZING]
Ahh!
[LAUGHING] That's a good, little wifey.
That's better.
This never happened.
This never happened, OK?
What about me, bruv?
You can't leave me tied up like this!
This never happened, OK, bruv?
ANNOUNCER (ON INTERCOM): But Liam,
you don't go away empty handed.
You take tonight's consolation prize.
You get to escape with your dumb head still in one piece.
The only condition is, you keep your stupid, fucking mouth
shut.
The Black Rabbit is always watching.
Do you accept?
I do.
I swear I do!
I want to get out.
Graham, someone is asking for you.
Why me?
You know why.
Graham, rude to keep a lady waiting.
Please, I--
I beg of you to let me out.
Yes, you will.
Graham.
Remember this voice?
Isabel.
In hell, they call me Jezebel.
Addictive, isn't it?
We just want to see more, even though we
know what nightmares await us if we can't handle what we see.
There's always a price to pay for looking.
[MUFFLED CONVERSATION]
Wow.
Is everything all right?
Yeah.
Yeah, it's just a work thing.
Cheers.
I love you.
[LAUGHS]
What was that?
What's going on?
Let's fuck right now.
But-- but pay me like I'm a cheap whore.
OK?
Forget it.
It's just a fantasy.
I thought-- I thought we could spice things up.
Graham, look, I'm sorry.
I just-- I was thinking--
[CHUCKLING]
Oh.
So is that a yes?
Yeah.
Are you sure?
Very.
OK, wait.
You have to pay me.
Well, I just put it down.
No.
You want me to put the money in your hand?
Yeah, I do.
What's your name?
Hmm.
I think I want you to call me Jezebel.
Jezebel.
Very nice.
Are you a bad girl?
Oh, yeah.
My daddy used to spank me.
I've only got a 50.
Well, that's not going to get you much--
Oh, what is it going to get me?
Well, let's find out.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[HEAVY BREATHING]
So I made him pay me.
For sex?
Yeah, 50 pounds.
[LAUGHS] How was it?
Yeah, it was the best sex we've had in years.
And you say this is all because
of this website, the Black--
Rabbit.
The Black Rabbit.
[LAUGHS] It sounds like a dildo.
So he has to pay you for sex?
Yeah, I'm not allowed to do it otherwise.
Is he paying?
For now.
You've lost your head!
Hey, you did have to go and marry a boring older man.
At least he's got the money.
Shut up, jealous.
It's exciting, and there's more challenges to come.
But I'm not allowed to say anything to him
about why I'm making him do it.
I shouldn't even be telling you.
What's it about?
[PHONE RINGING]
GRAHAM (ON PHONE): Hello, you.
Hello, you.
I can't concentrate.
I can't stop thinking about last night.
Exciting, wasn't it?
Oh, my God, yeah.
How's work?
Boring.
Watching stocks on the screen is the new watching paint dry.
You know. - Hmm.
IT isn't much better.
You don't have to work, you know.
I can cover it.
I like to work.
You sound distracted.
Yeah, um, someone just walked in.
I have to go.
GRAHAM (ON PHONE): All right.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
So he has to pay me.
For sex?
Yeah, for 50 quid.
[LAUGHS] How was it?
It was the best sex we've had in years.
I thought you quit.
Jezebel hasn't.
Smells good.
You smell good.
Wait.
You have to pay.
Oh, come on.
No.
What do you want?
Come on.
Is this a fucking game?
What, are you short of money?
It's not about the money, Graham.
It's just better.
It's real.
The money makes it real.
You can't seriously expect only ever
to have sex like this.
Let's go do something different.
Let's go to a sex shop, pick out a costume.
I don't want to play dress-up, Graham.
If you want to fuck a schoolgirl,
you can go find one.
I just want to be paid.
It's the best thing you've ever done,
handing me that 50 pound note.
I never came so hard.
Pay me again.
Pay me.
No.
Not no, never again.
Just like, look, let's just have regular sex, all right?
Regular.
Just, let's just have sex, like before.
I always hated it before.
[SCOFFS] Wow.
Look--
No, it's not you.
Yeah, right.
I always hated it.
The first time I had sex, I felt nothing.
No joy, no pleasure.
At least the blood was exciting.
Blood's a turn on.
What are you talking about?
You really don't get it, do you?
OK, fine, fine.
So what do you want me to do?
You want me to cut you or something?
Do you want to cut me?
What's your fucking problem?
I want a divorce.
Oh, no.
Don't say that.
I said it.
I need more in my life than just this, Graham.
I need excitement.
I want to live my fantasies out, not
be condemned to a life sentence of suffocating boredom.
Just grow the fuck up, Jezebel!
Who are you pretending to be today?
Fantasy.
Fantasies don't pay for all of this!
I don't know you.
I don't know what the fuck's got into you.
Where are you going?
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Where the fuck are you going?
Fuck you then!
Fuck you!
Do you want a light?
What's your name?
Jezebel.
[LAUGHS] How much?
It'll only cost you 50.
OK.
But I like it rough.
So do I.
Are you sure?
[MOANING]
What the hell do you think you're doing?
You know, Malcolm and Caroline said they saw you.
Yeah, but it couldn't have been you, could it?
Because the person that they saw looked just like you
was all beat up.
What the fuck, Isabel?
[LAUGHS] Who the fuck is Isabel?
OK, you're taking this too far, and you're coming home.
That's it.
I am home.
I don't know this man. - Come on, mate.
You heard her.
Sorry, mate, this is none of your fucking business.
Come on, Izzy. It's00 in the morning.
You look like shit.
Who hit you?
Was it the-- fuck, who hit you, baby?
You have me confused with someone else.
It happens.
All right, that's enough.
She says she doesn't know you, so just fuck off!
[GRUNTING]
[LAUGHS]
Come on, sweetheart.
[PHONE PINGS]
Look, I'm so sorry to hear what's happened,
and I haven't heard from her.
All I know is that she said it was called the Black Rabbit.
You sure?
Yeah, that's what she said.
It sounded like some sex site to spice things up.
From what she told me, it seemed to be working.
But I guess it got out of hand.
I'm sorry.
That's all I know.
Do you know anything about this Black Rabbit?
A little.
What do you mean, a little?
Graham, I'll help you, but you need to tell
me everything that you know.
I know it's a company name.
I put money into all kinds of tech startups over the years.
So for me, it's just a company name on a portfolio.
It makes me money.
I don't know much else about it, to be honest.
Now, I've heard things.
But you don't know what's true, do you?
OK.
If you like, I'll take a deep dive onto the web
and look into it.
Thank you.
Normally, I would charge an arm
and a leg for illegal hacking.
But I'll do it for Isabel's sake.
Thank you, Jill.
[DIAL TONE]
WOMAN (ON PHONE): Hello.
Tell me about the Black Rabbit.
WOMAN (ON PHONE): Never call this number again.
[DIAL TONE]
Hello.
Yes.
WOMAN (ON PHONE): Hello?
I need to know what the Black Rabbit is.
WOMAN (ON PHONE): It makes you a lot of money.
In fact, it made you.
What the fuck is it?
WOMAN (ON PHONE): All you need to know
about the Black Rabbit is it bought you
that house you're sat in.
I need to get on the site.
Can you give me a link?
WOMAN (ON PHONE): [LAUGHS] A link.
We don't send out links.
Just take the money and ask nothing about it.
OK, I'll find it myself.
WOMAN (ON PHONE): Look, you got lucky making the right
investment at the right time.
Thank your lucky stars, and leave it at that.
Goodbye.
My wife went on the site.
WOMAN (ON PHONE): I'm sorry.
She's not well.
She's been in therapy for years.
And she doesn't know what she's doing.
WOMAN (ON PHONE): I can't speak to that.
Your wife is a client.
How did she get on the site?
WOMAN (ON PHONE): I see she works in IT.
She understands internet.
What the fuck is it?
Is it a sex thing?
WOMAN (ON PHONE): If it was just a sex thing,
you certainly wouldn't be drinking that fine party
drink on reserve.
You're watching me.
WOMAN (ON PHONE): I'm sorry she found us.
Let her go.
JILL (ON VIDEO CHAT): Graham, I hacked in and it's disturbing.
This company is linked with all sorts
of disappearances and deaths.
They then delete people's identities online.
I found a few data traces of some files they were deleting.
I've shared some with you.
Got it.
What's this?
Who are these people?
Did you find anything out about Isabel?
I found out they paid a huge sum of money into her account.
Huh?
They paid her?
Well, how do they make money?
I have no idea, but I found out where Isabel's
going to be this afternoon.
She's doing some final challenge they've set up for her.
I forwarded you the address.
Well, it's just outside London.
Jill, thank you.
Oh, fuck.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
What is this?
Fuck!
Oh my god.
Oh.
[HITTING KEYBOARD]
[MUSIC BUILDING]
We're here, love.
I have a 12 o'clock appointment.
WOMAN (ON PHONE): Password?
Curiouser.
Wow, it's really hot in here.
It is hot, yes.
Ms. Isabel?
Yeah.
Some forms, please, for you to sign.
Um, I don't speak Russian.
There's English on the back.
OK.
They're waiting for you through there.
Make a left, then right.
You see little red door at the end of the long corridor.
Don't go into any other rooms.
Just follow the rabbit hole all the way.
To enter Wonderland, just step through the looking glass.
I'm just not sure.
It's too late.
The money is in your account already.
I'll return it.
Isabel, when you agreed to follow the Black Rabbit,
you agreed to no turning back.
It's OK.
I was frightened.
We all were.
What they have in store for you, it'll be worth it.
They say you are very valuable to them.
Go on.
Let's fuck right now, but pay
me like I'm a cheap whore.
I want you to call me Jezebel.
I got a 50.
Well, that's not going to get you much.
What is it going to get me?
Well, let's find out.
Jezebel.
It'll only cost you 50.
I just want to be paid.
The best thing I've ever made.
Hey, at least the plot was exciting.
What's your turn on?
I like it rough.
So do I. You have me confused with someone else.
[GRUNTING]
Hello?
Isabel.
Yes?
Can I get you a drink?
No, thanks.
I'm Black Rabbit.
Hello.
It's an honor to finally--
My pleasure.
I've been watching you.
You're special.
Very popular.
Please, come over to table.
We start.
[LAUGHING]
ANNOUNCER (ON VIDEO): Did I forget to mention if you do not
complete the task, you will all receive
maximum voltage until death?
It's better for you to annoy me even more.
Who's that?
That's Jessica.
She is trained doctor.
Very skilled.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
What do you want?
I cannot let you enter the building, my friend.
You like your job?
Yeah?
Hey, hey, hey!
Easy, easy.
How about I give you the chance to get out
of this racket for good, huh?
Look at that.
Huh?
What do you think?
Why do you want to go in there, huh?
Because my wife's in there and because I still love her, man.
And all of this is my fault. Please.
Follow me.
OK.
We do this now.
[MOANING]
You always say this.
Your imagination is the only weapon in war with reality.
You're going to need my help to get in there.
Once you're in there, you're on your own.
Your wife is in there, she'll be down the rabbit hole.
Take it.
Making it more of a sweater, huh?
[NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]
[MOANING]
Wait.
Wait, wait.
Wait, what the fuck are you doing?
Try to hold on for as long as possible before your pass out.
That's the gold, in that space.
So don't squander it.
Don't deny it.
Feel it with everything you are.
Wait, make it stop.
Stop, please.
Please.
We promised you something special.
It's only pain if you label it that.
See it instead as an invitation.
Surrender to the Black Rabbit.
Wait, wait, wait!
Please, please, you don't have to do this.
No, no!
Who are you?
You have booking?
Booking?
For what?
You member?
Well, I invested money in the company
so I suppose I'm an owner.
But today, I'm here to get my wife fuck out of here
and away from you people.
Any trouble, I'm calling the police.
No, police don't come here.
We have arrangement.
It's not for you.
No, stop!
No, please stop.
I don't want the money!
[SCREAMING] Please!
Please, I'll give you everything back!
I'll give you all the money back!
Please, this isn't what I want.
Jezebel, it's not just about what you want.
We pay to live out their fantasies.
How many are watching?
Around 2 million.
And they're all paying?
Yes, and that's why we can't bring
the curtain down on the show.
The experience will be painful.
They're paying to see.
The arm and leg have to come off.
We can't refund.
Open it.
No.
Open it.
[GUNSHOT]
OK.
[SCREAMING]
No!
Stop!
[GUNSHOTS]
Ah--
[SCREAMING]
[LAUGHING]
Don't kill investor.
It's OK, Graham.
We know it was an accident.
We take care of it for you.
We make problems disappear.
I'm sorry.
Why don't you pay me?
I'll be your whore again and again
and again and again and again and again
and again and again.
I need to go.
Graham?
Graham.
Graham?
Graham, don't leave me here, please.
Please don't leave me here.
Please.
Please don't leave me here.
I can't.
Please.
Please don't leave me here.
Please!
Please don't leave me here.
I need you.
[LAUGHS] Don't you want me?
I thought you always wanted me to be someone else.
[SCREAMING ANGRILY] [SOBBING] I need to get out of here.
I-- I need to go.
Enjoy the last show of the night, Graham.
(SINGING) I want you, I want you,
I want you, I want you to lust me, to lust me, to lust me,
to lust me, And I want you, I want you,
I want you, I want you to to lust me, to to lust me,
to lust me, to lust me, darling.
All alone, Graham?
Yeah.
You look like a big spender.
Table for one?
Sure.
Follow me.
(SINGING) I want you, I want you,
I want you, I want you to lust me, to lust me, to lust me,
to lust me.
I want you, I want you, I want you--
Would you like a drink?
Whiskey.
(SINGING) To lust me, to lust me, to lust me, darling.
I don't really, I don't really.
Would you like a drink?
Can I get another whiskey, please?
The bar is closed.
This is the final cost for everything
your dirty money bought.
No amount of profit will get you out of this place.
But I will get you in.
How's your whiskey?
I'm guessing you're feeling a little
tired and unable to move.
Oh, come on.
You love drugs.
And we want to see everything.
Please, no.
I don't have time.
I just made an investment.
It was-- it was legal.
Of course, there's never any accountability
as long as the figures worked in your favor, right?
I tried to save you.
But now.
I tried to save you.
Now you pay.
Your investment killed us.
So it's only fair we repay you.
With interest.
Happy Valentine's.
[ELECTRICITY FLICKERING]
Midnight Peep Show.
Don't go inside.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Don't go inside.
Midnight Peep Show.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
(SINGING) Adore me.
I want you.
I want you to lust me, to lust me, to lust me, to lust me.
I want you.
I want you to lust me, to lust me, to lust me.
Adore me.
I want you, I want you, I want you, I want you to lust me,
to lust me, to lust me, to lust me.
I want you, I want you, I want you, I want you to lust me,
to lust me, to lust me, to lust me.
Adore me.