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Hey darling. Tell your sister I'm home in an hour.
I just finished playing the round of golf. Love you too.
Shut up and fight.
- Fuck you, Rainsford. - See you next time.
- If I'm so unlucky. - Who do you think You Are?
Are you snatching my prey because you're a big cannon in the medical world?
Do you remember your father's words when you took over the company? You're too slow.
- They're sending me on rehab again. - You're too slow.
What do you mean by that? Fuck you, man.
Congratulations on another victory, dr. Rainsford.
- The prey is now in your trophy collection. - I'm tired of this sport.
- Maybe you would rather be prey? - Do not think I have suicidal thoughts.
- You're a valued customer here. - So give me a real challenge.
Why are you hanging out with the mule, sweetie? The guys who are professionals.
- They make your hunters see God. - It's a tame bunch of pub thugs.
The last prey you sold me was dead before midnight.
Are you blind? This is the best of the prison.
The best in the Northwestern states. Can you see him there?
He has killed more men than Shirley Temple has curls.
The prey should not just kill. They must avoid being detected, -
- plant false traces. None of your prisoners can pose a threat.
What about him here?
You do not want him. In the past, he was the big one.
- But his time is over. - His numbers are great.
He's a maniac. You do not understand the shit he's done.
I can not trust him.
We have kept him in a cell with sensory deprivation.
He has not spoken to anyone for over seven years. He has broken all kinds of laws.
Escaped from 3 prisons, wanted in 47 states, 21 broken bones...
Who the hell is Thomas Malone?
If your hunters need a chance, do not take him.
Hi there. Are you lost?
No. I'm where I want to be. I've read your case.
- How are you still alive though? - Come closer and I'll show you.
I'm a hologram and would never be in a room with a killer.
I'm your only hope. Last chance.
Before you smoked, you owed money to the North Road 88s, the triads, -
La Nostra, two cartels and several loan sharks and usury men.
The tax authorities in the United States and Canada would rather see you dead.
I'm popular.
- A miracle you're not dead yet. - It's my Irish luck.
This is a waste of time.
- Have a good day. - You're pushing hard enough.
Do I, Thomas Ernest Malone, 0 negative?
- Fucking cops. - No cop has such a good style of dress.
I'm a game master. We have a game tomorrow.
- It will not be broadcast. - I will stay here.
Life sentence without probation.
It's your future. Win and I guarantee you your freedom.
Maybe you can visit your grandchildren.
I have no grandchildren!
Of course you have. Thaw.
Your eldest son, Michael, had twins last year.
A boy and a girl.
They live in a distant wonderland that goes by the name Vancouver.
Okay. I am in.
But you have to take care of them. Now I'm a grandfather.
Top.
This is an employment contract. Your rights accrue to Apex, -
- subsidiary of Zaroff Megas Industries LLC.
Specify what should be on your tombstone -
-or a funny anecdote to your obituary. And then signature.
Even if you lose... The way your life is over, -
- then death may be an upgrade.
THE APEX ISLAND
Welcome to Apex, -
- where all your bloody dreams can be brought to life.
Let the laws of society stay at home, and take a dance in the dark, -
- and have an unforgettable weekend.
Apex. Game on.
The hunters are coming.
Their cabin is located on the north side of the island, so stay away from there.
Apex is quite simple. There are six hunters.
- You're the prey. - What if I kill all hunters?
It never happened.
There have been accidents, but Apex has never lost a hunter.
Some are trained by the best in the world.
Training and real experience are two completely different things.
- Exactly. - What if I kill all the hunters?
Then the game is over and you win.
There are no laws on Apex Island. One can win or lose.
- Do you often do this? - Once a month.
The waiting list is longer than...
What is the price of hunting people?
It depends on the strength of the prey. Between 10.9 and 11.
- Want to hear your strengths? - No.
The hunters will probably underestimate you.
- They do not sound very nimble. - Everyone has a reason to come.
You probably have that too.
If the prey wins, it comforts me that I changed their lives.
- You're almost a saint. - I kind of see myself as Gandhi.
Enlightenment through blood sports.
These hunters...
do they like each other?
Good luck, mr. Malone.
Lyle! What's up there, you playboy?
Weren't you on rehab?
I have to get home if I kill someone before the old man's birthday.
I need to get hold of your father, but he does not answer. This investment...
- I'm asking him to call. - It's just about to strike.
Fear not God. Fear only women and wine.
The Lord has sent me. What's up, dog heads?
West, I want the money back. It's him or me.
- Now do not be a girl. - Last time you had almost lynched me.
- You just fell into one of my traps. - What monster goes out and lynches?
- Probably your ancestors. - Take it easy.
Oh boy. How much iron can you pump now?
What does your mother weigh? 100 kilos? 110?
130 in fact. She's eating Ben & Jerry's again.
- Will Rainsford show up? - I hope not.
You could not win, even if dad paid.
- His business then gives money. - And where does your wealth come from?
Oh yeah. You inherited 2 trillion from your brother.
How much do you have left? 1.5 billion?
No, the markets are... Nobody knows...
Buy down, sell up. It's damn straightforward.
If he learned to read, he would not chatter the family fortune away.
You and your big mouth.
I was hoping otherwise there was a better team of hunters this time.
- Hi, Bishop. - Hi.
You get no one better than me.
- Mr. Lyle. - That lady.
- And we have not met before? - I... The thing is...
You have to apologize to the kid. It's my mentally handicapped slave boy.
I bought him at an orphanage in Old Brooklyn. Okay, now drop that.
Frankly.
Hey, beast!
Carrion, your asshole. I thought you had found God or a new wife.
You must not speak to me. Ever.
If you have anything to say, look at me.
- Carrion, be sweet now. - We're all friends here.
Except no one likes Ecka.
- Come on! - Now stop that!
- Show me what you can do. - You're not strong, you're just tall.
Is that what you can accomplish?
Dr. Rainsford.
Let's get started.
Dear hunters, welcome to Apex.
Allow me to present this weekend's toys.
Only the best to the best. One weapon for each weapon in space.
State of the art, well lubricated and well maintained by our weapon mechanics.
Very funny.
On the a la carte menu we have:
Thoroughbreds, mongrels and dirtbikes.
Remove them all. The prey should not steal a bike again.
Does anyone have a problem with that?
Well.
Now you have to show us the target.
You get that pleasure and honor...
to chase Thomas Malone.
The mutilator? Is he not a former elite soldier?
I think IRA or SAS.
- It's going to be good. - Show us his face.
- Who the hell is that? - He falls and breaks his hip.
Has he not exceeded the last sale date?
Thomas Malone is probably your toughest prey ever.
That guy?
The prey is typically former commandos or frogmen.
Malone are former cops who were thrown out because of drinking.
Did he liquidate people next to the job?
Does he no longer look like a mercenary?
No, he became a gambling addict and lost custody of his children.
Will we get the money back if he's dead within an hour?
Gladly. However, I need to mention the following:
Malone has cheated death more times than most frogmen.
He is always in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Injuries?
Broken ribs and a pressed vertebra.
Over 60 concussions, only survivor of train accident.
Shot in the back at an airport, a car drove through a plane.
Five years ago convicted of murder in a failed robbery attempt.
And I could go on all night. He has not had an easy life.
Fine enough, but my third wife's little rug pee has a better bite.
That would be elder bullying, right?
Excuse my language, but he's a led satan.
He defies all of Apex's statistical algorithms for switching.
The universe simply does not seem to be able to kill him.
- Maybe someone in this room can. - He has not met me yet.
Cheers to the hunt.
For the hunt.
Fuck be with it.
It's even my size. They then look comfortable.
Judging from the wind speed, -
- the weather and the climate, he probably goes south.
- Of course you say that. - To the east.
- He is more visible in daylight. - Maybe the old man has cataracts.
Is it mentioned in the file?
Bright red. Is he senile?
- I have a question. - You're clearly going through to everyone.
Can hunters kill other hunters?
Technically, yes. It is not forbidden by the rules.
It sounds funny. You're a sadist.
The hunt is over when you hear the bells.
You will know it when you hear them.
You get a three hour lead. Good luck, mr. Malone.
Welcome to Disneyland.
Do you really think you'll need those?
Take care of your own store.
Stop it. Really?
- Just put your finger here for a moment. - Ha ha, how funny are you. And smart.
Now you have to see.
Look there now! It's not ready yet.
The logical thing would be to unite us and lure him into a trap.
- Jeza, Carrion. - Do not nod no! No team.
Everyone is fighting alone, no team piss.
- Then he takes you one at a time. - It's good with you.
The classic story of the hunter facing the prey.
And who is that hunter?
Lyle...
the Effective.
It does not work.
How about... Lyle the Fearless?
Fucking creeps.
He sneaks secretly through the woods,
- examines the canopy for whatever may be hiding there.
Observing. In motion.
Where are you, you little bastard?
What the hell?
West! I hope damn not, I get a bruise.
Then I'll sue you.
Get ready to die, skeleton man.
Come on.
Such shit.
West!
Can I just get a magazine out here?
Invisible magazine, huh? I guess we need to talk a little bit about security.
It's included in my Yelp review for three stars.
And West? Maybe your holographic ass has something other than water?
See, that's the taste of Mexico. Thanks!
Only the best is good enough for an Apex predator!
I'm the king of the jungle. I'm not scared of shit.
Damn it, Rainy. You walk well enough on list feet.
- Do you want a sip? - Why are you here?
- I think he went this way. - I mean here on the island.
- For the same reason as you. - No actually not.
I'm here to chase the prey. To develop me.
I read in Forbes that all the top bosses do this shit.
So why are you here?
Because I want to. What about you?
I am here because I can walk in the valley of darkness and no evil fear.
Because I'm with me.
The torments of the world only make me stronger.
- You're just... - Excuse me?
I know damn why you're here.
- You're a sick stodger. - I would be silent now if I were you.
Affind you with it, mate.
- No more words, Lyle. - I'm here because I'm a warrior.
I'm like made for this shit.
I bet my whole empire that you dare not shoot the prey.
Sure, sure, if you say so.
- Hvabehar? - Nothing.
Out with the language, Lyle.
In all respects, -
- then you're sick in the head.
Everyone knows what you did. You're not a perfect role model.
You killed your wife. Save me your sacred waffle on self-development.
And put it there.
If this was a real world fight,
- I would peel your head off.
Good thing we're not in the real world.
What the hell are you doing?
Okay.
Listen, you're winning, okay?
You win. You win.
Yes, I win. I always do.
Hello hello, dr. the king of kings.
I found him like that. I told you we were going to hunt as a team.
He probably did not last long.
But Lyle asked for it herself. The strongest survive.
Was it you?
That was it, right? You're damn naughty.
If we play with new rules, who's changed now?
When we're back in the real world, -
- I'll ask you for a favor. And you will do it.
Why should I say yes?
There is a difference between what is right and what is legal.
You do not want a guy like me to run around and tell stories.
But just calm down. I can keep a secret.
- What secret? - That I am created in the image of God.
If God was a deaf, dumb, blind, racist, misogynistic pile of shit.
You must read the Old Testament.
Zephaniah chapter 3, verse 8. He has only the whole package.
Barbaric. The prey must have taken his weapon. Should we be worried?
No, he was probably overconfident. Turned his back at the wrong time.
Where did you get that from? The magazine?
Just let him be. The man needs help.
- What did you say? - Fight. Fight.
- Fuck then, man. Anytime. - What about right now?
The prey is trying to manipulate us. See what he did to Lyle. Came.
- Is there anything out there? - We have to find out.
- I think we do this. - Shut up. Yesterday heading northeast.
Then it does not. Do not let him pass. I'm forcing him out of the south.
- So you get the credit from him? Zero. - One for no one, and no one for one.
I get his head.
Do you want to bet? Your head for his?
That's a bad strategy. We should coordinate efforts.
Why don't you just let them chase the stutterer?
Then maybe you can kill one more of us.
When we get home to the cabin, we can have two bowls for Lyle.
He had a little deserved it.
For satan da.
- Did you see what he did to Lyle? - Are you afraid?
- Do you want a break? - Lyle was one of us.
The prey should be on my trophy shelf. He is here. Even you can find the trail.
- Do you think it might be a trap? - You are here yourself.
- Maybe I just want to take care of you. - You do not want to.
Listen up. Even if you kill the prey, you will not win your father's love.
Do not start on that piss.
You have to be more thick-skinned to survive in this world.
I am dangerous. Crazy. Cannot be fixed.
That's what all psychiatrists say.
- Sure, sure, if you say so. - Do you think you're better than me?
No, I know that.
I'm stronger. I look better.
- I'm richer. - So far.
I live for the day you go bankrupt. It is coming.
You live for the day when your father says he is proud of you.
It's not going to be damn good yet. But you know what?
You may well call me father.
What happens?
Pis.
Up with you, man. Find your strength.
There you nibbled on it.
Piss too.
You used me as a human shield. Thanks.
That was not how it was. Come and help me up.
- You must beg. - I'm done, man.
I'm done with this game. Get me back to the cabin.
You had to crawl all the way. It builds self-confidence.
Haven't you learned about endurance at the rehab clinic?
I can also free you from your torments and put an end to it.
Then step out and die.
It would be easier for everyone.
Pis! I'm not changed. You can 't kill me.
Are you telling me what I can do? Pathetic.
You have been like a brother to me! Why did you do that?
I was there for you.
You've always done things that drive me crazy.
I can not stand you!
I can not stand you. I was trying to help you.
But I could not. I'm sorry.
What?
What? What?
Why did you make me do that?
Pis!
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Beware. You had almost blown my head off.
Is that your blood?
Corner. The prey threw him over a slope.
I tried to save him. But he had almost vivisecured the poor thing.
- Where's the body? - Why?
His father will pay for it. Give him a proper funeral.
It must at least be a closed coffin.
The prey ripped him to shreds.
I win. I always do.
Is it not too early to celebrate the victory?
I have tracked the switch to the northeast side of the island.
He knows how to put it bluntly.
Yes Yes. He's going to pay for what he did to Lyle.
Such a man should never come to such a place.
Malone? Or Lyle?
- Your wife is a very lucky woman. - Yes, she was.
Someone needs to inform his family.
- Did the prey do it to him? - Bishop.
Why?
- For fun. - Bishop must not leave the island.
Here is not so bad even.
Do you do shit in it, or do you not do shit in it?
- This is just playing. - I did not want to do that.
Hold again with the berries. The fruit here bites again.
The island has been declared unfit for human life.
It cost no more than a pair of Louboutin shoes.
The constant tachyon radiation has mutated the berries -
and soaked them with Psychotria viridis, -
- a very potent hallucinogen known as psilocybin ayahuasca.
You get the wildest trip.
- It does not matter to me. - I look forward to seeing the effect.
- Are we by the open sea? - North of Japan, west of Hawaii.
Six more hours, my friend.
It's home if you make it to sunset.
You should know that Bishop is now considered a prey by the other hunters.
Maybe you want to team up with him?
- It will not happen. - Some hunters want a fair fight.
I do not think you know what that means.
They do not play by the rules in reality. Why so here?
Ask them to fight me.
Face-to-face. No firearms, no tricks.
One does not ask a jackal to stop eating meat.
Did you like your gift for tomorrow? I want my lighter back.
So come and take it.
Six hours, mr. Malone, and then you're free.
Come on. Shit sender.
Buy 90 million, no...
120 million shares in Lyle MFG Mediation.
Confirm the order.
Thanks, Lyle. When the news of your death comes out, your shares rise wildly.
You can make me a billionaire before I'm 25. Shut up, how fat!
Pis.
West? West!
Hi, filthy.
Has anyone ever taught you not to smoke in nature?
It's just perfect.
Disable mine. Now, Bishop!
If you were not so busy making money on Lyle's death, -
- you would not stand there.
- There must be food on the table. - What the hell are you really doing here?
Why do you come to Apex?
You're on the hunt for the hunters' cartoon boys. Insider trading.
But as I said...
"There must be food on the table."
Relax. Now put that gun. You know, I'm kind.
Take one more step and you will become a friendly corpse.
You do not have to be led. Here are just the two of us. Nobody else.
Carrion, Rainsford, Malone.
- We remove them easily. - Are you sure?
Never in my life have I been so sure.
That life can quickly end. You are also prey now.
I bet Rainsford gets you.
You know what? The two of us were to unite.
We could take over Apex. The two of us could be the next Rainsford.
Baby food. We take a little swing with them.
- What the hell are you doing? - Relax.
- Just relax. - Are you having a seizure?
If you dance with the devil, you must wear patent leather shoes.
If you go wrong just once...
Then I tell you... then you have to run forever.
- It was not nice of you! - Then deactivate the fucking mine.
That fucking mine can only be disabled by me.
Fine. We're making a scheme.
- An agreement? - Something for something.
You can trust me.
Does not?
It will be OK. Total control.
You have to get all...
Møgso.
Heck, old coat. That was not your plan for today, was it?
We might as well get it over with.
Then it's showtime.
You have to beg.
Shoot me!
- You're not scared. - No, I'm already dead.
- I wish you were. - I'm the youngest of six boys.
All my brothers just wanted to hunt more.
Chasing more money. More, more, more.
They all died of heart attacks. You can not take the money with you.
They're dead, I'm not. I'm standing right here.
And I will live as if I were already dead.
- Good reply. I'm stealing it. - It's the truth.
We're all dead. Even the lucky ones.
- Even the beautiful ones. - Shakespeare?
It was myself.
Well, dead man. When we get back to the real world, -
- you hand over your share of the family fortune to me.
- If it makes you happy. - Appointment?
Something for something.
Good boy. His.
Psychopath.
Frankly! What the hell was that? Now you stop.
There were shown a few more detonators.
I just have to bring my head. I need to get a handle on this.
I laid out two landmines. Two detonators.
So if I... We each have a 50% chance.
If I activate one of them, one of us jumps into the air. So...
- You do not. - I do not know...
What does Hell Serve for Dinner? I could well enjoy a piece of Jeza!
- You're not that psychotic. Do not. - I will!
This is not how the game is. We have to chase Malone, not each other.
- Are you sure? Let's try to see. - Do not.
We're trying to see! You must greet my relatives!
Fucking...!
Ridiculous games.
Where did she end up?
Jeza? Jeza?
Emptied. Satan.
West? Give me a magazine.
Give me a magazine, damn it!
Come on. I'm a little disappointed.
West said you were good. It was way too easy.
You run around the woods with an unloaded gun, old fool.
You probably fired all the bullets at my back, you clammy pig.
- I saw it in a movie once. - You've probably seen a lot of silent films.
It was damn me who invented the silent film.
Step forward. Come on.
I do not bother to chase you around the forest.
- You should not have killed the kid. - Maybe you are right. Maybe not.
- Do you like to be hunted? - It's a matter of perspective.
I've never been more dangerous. If we formed an alliance, -
- we could be more dangerous than ever together.
- Together we have better odds. - I always bet on myself.
Now you sound damn like Rainsford.
Was he the one who killed the blonde?
You're damn cunning. You hid in the bushes, didn't you?
- He does not look like much. - Do not underestimate Rainsford.
We were on safari in Africa, only with steel machetes and balls of gold, -
- and we put down a few handfuls of rhinos. He took most.
Why do you think you can neck a man who kills without blinking?
Yes...
he sounds like a force of nature. I do not know if I can beat him.
I do not want him to find out I know his secret.
What about you? Do you think you could neck him?
Kill me. And then the game is over.
He can go home to his ivory tower.
And you can crawl home to the cave you came from.
But if it was me... If I thought I could neck him...
then I would give it a shot.
- Shall I not see if I can? - Yes, you do.
If you change your mind, you know where to find me.
Make a wise choice.
Now look there. You are sitting all alone here in the dark.
Sipping tea and polishing the toys.
I would rather not test if you can talk me to death.
Before it gets too stone-age-like, I suggest we negotiate.
Fine. But first...
- Corner. Why? - Lyle. Why?
- Because I wanted to. - Same here.
No. No.
I wanted to. You had to.
- Are you ready? - For some food?
- Yes. What do you think? - You're on the menu today, old man.
What should I line up for, though?
You would probably reach out for the hunting knife.
Maybe you can reach me before I have time to shoot.
- A passerby. - Never. Not at this distance.
But now you're probably taking a gun, because at West's they are always charged.
You have a good aim and maybe reach it first.
I reason based on my knowledge of you.
You also know that inferences are not my style.
You see yourself as a chaos pilot. I think you're predictable.
- You are yourself hammering ordinary. - Possibly.
You know what? Maybe I do not want to use my rifle at all.
- It's too easy. - You're a weird snail, Rainy.
Do you remember that mindless charity dinner?
Your wife took me behind.
When I flashed up, she warned me about you.
She was scared of you. For what you were capable of.
She had good reason to fear you, right?
- I'm sorry for her fate. - You must have lost your temper.
- "It was an accident." - No. I wanted to see if I could.
Have you called in reinforcements?
Hi, Carrion. Are you ready for a little walk in the street?
One against two?
Fine. I turn on a good triangle.
- Only knives and fists. - No.
- He should then have a small chance. - Do what you want.
I'm not fighting him. I'm killing him.
Will you kill me? Why the hell did you call him then?
- Jeza would love this. - Jeza can no longer love anything.
- Where do you get it from? - Jeza gave it to me.
As payment for what I gave her. Are you with?
That sick pig. What the hell have you done?
She had a date with one of my landmines.
- She completely powdered! - Where is she?
- Where is she?! - She's a little over it all.
Fuck you.
Come on, you pig!
- Here you go. - Who do you call ordinary?
See you soon.
My prey, ergo my trophy.
Do you have a problem with that? Well.
A lion on the savannah catches a zebra. Do you know what they call it?
- Breakfast. - Precise.
A real hunt is when both hunter and prey can reason, deduce -
- and most importantly has the ability and desire to want to kill.
What do you want to achieve?
I want to conclude that my heart is calm in a place like this.
All my senses are screwed up at 11. Every second counts life or death.
There's a sea of ​​drugs out there, but nothing gives me that feeling.
Perfect tranquility.
It's not that simple.
But we probably agree, she deserved a better death.
Shouldn't we two chase Malone?
I'm not going anywhere with you. You're sick in the head.
So are you, mr. Carrion.
The real world would see us as monsters, -
- but the real world does not interest us.
- I just came to chase a guy. - You did not.
You hope that at the moment of death you will feel alive again.
I have never met anyone who was more mentally ill than you.
We are both.
But we are building empires. We cure cancer.
We're going to Mars, but we're still human.
And then one has to believe in the noble thought that we humans are good.
That evil does not always lurk in the back of our minds.
We are not sick. We are enlightened.
We are hunters. The prey is sick.
The world's Thomas Maloner is mentally ill.
See what he does to us. Puts us up against each other.
Brother to brother.
No, mr. Carrion. We have to crush Malone.
Otherwise, he crushes us.
What do you say to this?
A dollar for the one who cuts off Malone's head.
I hate the forest. Fuck nature.
Fuck soil, hills...
And fuck especially the trees.
Hold again with the berries. You get the wildest trip.
Malone!
Come out! Now we end the game!
No more. Say it!
I want to hear you say that. No more.
No...
No more.
Pis. You...
you are good.
I'm better than good. I'm bacon and eggs Sunday morning.
I will never see you again.
I can live with that.
- If I survive. - Why the hell did you go here?
Are you turning on this piss?
When you are so close to death, you feel...
live.
How about yourself?
You then fight to that extent for life -
- in relation to the fact that it all strikes you.
- I have a reason to live. - What?
Grandchildren. Two of them. I was not a good father.
But maybe...
can i do well again.
I have a child.
- How old? - He's four.
He is four years old.
This rifle is too heavy. What else do you have?
Carrion, come in.
Carrion.
West. I would like to buy five bastards.
We must remind Malone who is a hunter and who is a prey.
I promise a luxury life to the one who kills him.
I want my trophy. He must learn who he himself is.
Seal his fate, and then get me Thomas Malone's head on a platter!
Do you have any proper food? I'm dying of hunger.
- There is plenty of food. - Cool. Where? Where?
In the cabin.
WARNING BASTARDER
Is it over? Did I win?
- Bastards. - What the hell is a bastard?
Hey! Can you hear me?
The hunters sometimes use them to hunt the prey forward.
Congratulations. Rainsford has never used them before.
So...
it is always something.
I am shamefully honored too.
NO SIGNAL
That man...
He is perfect. West, I want more bastards.
I'm shitting, just give me more bastards! Now!
Mr. Malone.
Pis.
- Where's Carrion? - We made a deal.
It was unpredictable.
You really are something special.
Do not put your candle under a bushel. You're a prize winner.
More than you know.
- I think I figured you out. - Do you have?
You're the kind of person who enjoys killing.
No. I'm the definition of a civilized man.
Civilized?
Godfather.
I hunt to get to know myself. Reflect on who I am.
And here I went, thinking you were a supervillain.
I can top it. I'm an Apex warrior.
You are an idiot.
I lead the world's largest pharmaceutical company.
I'm three times billionaire and selfmade.
So you're a rich idiot.
- And a stupid pig. - I do not want to sink to your level.
- Your fate... - is to make sure you fuck off.
So rough.
You have always been my ultimate trophy.
West does not know what you mean to me. But I want to ask about something.
What was it like sitting in that cage? Slightly claustrophobic?
I will hang your head up in my trophy cabinet. Forever my prey.
- One of us is not leaving this island. - If you say so.
But remember: I'm dr. Samuel Rainsford.
I am the future of my species. I'm an Apex Warrior!
- Have you practiced that line? - That one? No. Maybe.
The point is, you die.
It's a statistical impossibility that you survive and I do not.
Your logical choice would be to beg me to let you live.
That's not my style.
- Admit your defeat. - It's not that kind of fight.
I win. I always do.
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