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- Continue straight for
one hundred yards.
- Your destination will be on the right.
- You have arrived at your destination.
Hi, it's Laura. I'm at the location you
sent, but there's nothing here.
If you hadn't paid me already, I'd think
it's some kind of weird joke.
Uh, what do you want me to do now?
Call me back.
What the...
Weird fucking John.
Hello?
- Oh, my tan? Why thank you.
We've only just come back from our
sixth vacation this year.
Quaint little island.
- Oh really, which one was it?
Was it Bali? Or Zanzibar?
- Hm no. It doesn't even have a name yet.
We've only just bought it.
Check out, this guy. He's so old
he's like, hello, this is my girlfriend.
After my first divorce, she was born.
- Yeah. I say the heart
wants what it wants, Darling.
Mine has a soft spot for seven-figures.
- Unfortunately, I only have
soft spots without the viagra.
Oh, no.
This house is insane.
I know.
Whoever convinced billionaires that
brutalism was cool deserves an award.
Oh, you have fifty million?
How about bunker chic?
Psh. Try half a billion.
He owns the whole mountain.
No.
Yeah. And he's leaving tomorrow.
Interesting.
Yeah.
- So, there I am, hanging off
the side of the Matterhorn.
My guide's taken off
with the backup ropes.
So now, I have no choice
but to make the damn jump.
Anyway, I make the leap, just as the
health secretary calls,
wanting to talk
vaccine export regulations.
So I answer, midair, winds howling.
'Brian, you have exactly
978 meters to negotiate.
Make it count.'
- Mr. Patton, thank you for the invitation.
I'm surprised that you showed up.
Thought you would have
had enough of me by now.
Martin's doing a profile piece.
- Hard to believe there was
still an estate I hadn't seen.
I mean, wasn't this mountain once a
nuclear lab or something?
- Huh?
Oh, perhaps, decades ago.
Now, it's just my home away from home.
Quiet corner for some R&R.
That's research and writing.
We have very different ideas of R&R.
And speaking of writing,
Got an advanced copy.
'Medicine's Maverick.'
Babe, I love it.
- Editors wanted to go
with 'Pharma's Prodigy'
but I convinced them otherwise.
- 'The self-made billionaire with a passion
for more than just profit.'
'Pierce Patton is on the cusp of
unveiling his most ambitious project yet.'
You went with this photo?
Yeah, it's great.
I think you look gorgeous.
Thank you, darling.
This isn't one of the
photos that I approved.
Uh, no. I took it from another folder.
I love it. You look,
courageous.
I'm sure we can change it.
Oh. Um...
It's already gone to print.
It's got a great response.
- People are moved by your work, Mr. Patton.
Pierce.
Mr Patton is my father.
I can't wait to read it.
I hope that the rest of the 1% take note.
Maybe help us with our problems down here
first before jetting off to Mars, huh?
I've always been a
bit more down to Earth.
Oh. Here.
Wouldn't want that falling in the Foie Gras.
- Right.
If it's daredevil stories you're after,
I was shooting on top of the
San Marco Campanile recently,
and darling Pierce here decided...
Oh, geez.
Insane.
You know, for the amount of expensive
shit he's got in here,
dude does not like cameras.
How many?
None.
I mean, he's got a video
doorbell, but that's it.
It's weird, right?
I mean, it's not like you have to
worry about anyone else
when you own the whole freaking mountain.
So...
It's weird but,
it is perfect.
He's out tomorrow?
Yeah.
We just have to lay low
tonight and then,
it's all ours.
All good?
Yeah. Signed us out.
Martha saw me leave.
Cool.
We'll lay low until they're asleep.
Home sweet home.
Hey.
Ri.
It's time.
Nice.
Key fob.
Dude.
What the fuck?
Come on.
Okay, fine. Let's just take it and go.
Shh. Shh.
Let's go.
All right, so his
bedroom's on the other side.
We should stay in this wing.
Oh just a spare wing?
Ri.
Oh, but the thread count Kay.
These sheets.
Come on.
You know the rules.
Okay.
Fine. Fine.
Let's go.
Nobody, puts baby back in the closet.
Great.
We've had worse.
It's bigger than my childhood bedroom.
Who needs linen when you have,
sleeping bags.
Right?
Morning.
- When should I meet you in Singapore?
- I have to stabilize the prototype and
then I'll be in the air.
- Why don't I cancel the shoot?
Sweetheart, no.
You've been looking forward to this.
I'll be fine.
But who's gonna help you relax?
You work too hard.
Speaking of hard...
Babe, uh...
Enjoy New York.
Let me get this project up and running
and then I'm all yours.
- Promise?
- Promise.
Wow.
Hey, sleepy head.
Cat's away.
Come out and play.
I have coffee.
Yeah.
Ri.
Nah dude,
let's keep it down.
Staff's all gone.
We're the only people on the,
whole fucking mountain!
Okay.
I surrender.
I know you do.
It's boogie time.
Dude no!
Why thank you.
This guy's profile says 'Under
200k annually swipe left.'
I mean, you gotta
admire the audacity, right?
Uh Ri,
have you like maybe thought about not
looking at asshole guy profiles?
- Like, just maybe?
No.
- No?
No, never crossed my mind.
I've got daddy issues, Kay.
Clearly.
Why can't I find one like this?
A pharma bro?
A rich bro.
- Listen to this, right.
'The true measure of a man's wealth lies
within the legacy he leaves behind for others,
and not in his bank account.'
Tell me that's not some Bruce Wayne
bullshit right there.
- Why are rich dudes so
obsessed with legacy?
It's like they've got so much money, they
can't just buy things anymore.
Now they're shopping for immortality.
- Well, that's because a billionaire's
midlife crisis is like next level.
Like, why would you buy a Ferrari when
you could just launch
yourself into orbit?
I guess.
- Oh Kay your uh, your necklace.
- Yeah.
Oh.
Yeah.
Thanks.
Is that your old man again?
Yeah.
At least yours calls.
Rather he didn't.
Yeah well,
Fuck him.
Right?
We're living the life, baby.
- Kayleigh look,
we've both said some things we didn't mean,
but it's been four months.
- You need to come home.
- Sweetie, I miss her too but,
Mom wouldn't want this for us.
Kay--
Riley?
Don't be mad.
Why?
What did you break?
No nothing just uh,
a billionaire's heart, hopefully.
I'm heading out.
Really?
I thought we could check
out the cinema room tonight.
Yeah, and you should totally do that.
I will be out hunting for a sugar daddy,
but you can watch whatever you want.
I'll be home soon.
Like mother always said - 'if you're not in
bed by ten,
come home.'
This isn't a hotel Ri. You can't just
stroll back in here.
Oh, really?
Yeah.
Tell that to my key fob.
Wow, Ri. A whole
five mile hike just for a booty call.
Billionaire booty.
I hope it's worth it.
Yeah, well, me too.
But hey, while I'm
gone, enjoy the mansion.
Walk around naked, drink a little bit,
but put something on before I get home.
God knows I don't want to see that.
Love you, bye!
Bye.
Shit.
Shit.Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
- This tiny village in Suriname,
kid's holding a snake as thick as my arm,
but he's petrified of needles.
Says he'll take the shot
if I hold the snake.
Right, so this is
like an Indiana Jones level
of fear you have for them?
Oh, worse.
But what can I do?
The kid needed the vaccine.
It's not like I was put in a
'Raiders of the Lost Ark' scenario.
You see, endless stories.
Thanks again for,
taking follow up questions.
My pleasure.
So Pierce,
you patented your first drug
when you were twenty three--
Drink?
Uh, yeah thanks.
Since then, you've diversified
into various cutting-edge
medical technologies.
82 Bordeaux or '96 Barolo?
If it's wine, I'm fine.
Recently, you made massive investments
into oncological research and biotech startups.
This new venture is--
I went with a Chateau Desir.
Okay, uh jeez.
I think that's worth more than my car.
- So, recently, you said
that you've been working
on 'the holy grail of medicine', right?
This wine, it's not just about the name
or the prestige.
It's about time.
Every bottle embodies decades of
meticulous cultivation.
Years of perfecting the blend.
And patience.
- And letting it mature to this,
exact moment of perfection.
Guess that's why they
charge so much for it, huh?
Time is everything.
Time is the one thing that I can't buy.
So, you see, it's a
commodity that I value highly,
- Which is why,
I find it particularly vexing,
when my time is wasted.
I'm sorry I,
I don't follow.
Why did you choose that photo?
- I approved three
photographs from that shoot.
That is not one of them.
I just, I thought--
Thought?
What?
- That your opinion meant more than mine?
No, Mr. Patton, I didn't...
Two hundred and thirty eight thousand dollars.
Sorry, what?
That is an hour of my
time, and I gave you five.
- Your gratitude? Blatant defiance.
No um,
that's not...
I'm sorry I just,
I feel...
You.
You drugged the wine.
- Please, it's a ten thousand
dollar bottle of wine.
But I did drug you.
- Drugging drinks is an imprecise science.
Amateurs play at that.
- The compound you took,
requires purity, directness.
Ingestion would render it impotent.
Transdermally though,
it works its magic.
Unadulterated and unhindered.
- I developed this in med school.
- Never released it though.
My little secret this one.
Why... are you doing with this?
You can atone for the
hours that you stole from me.
Because now, you have a purpose.
- Sweetheart,
I'm just a little busy with work.
- No no, stay in the apartment
in the city, you must be exhausted.
- I'll call you back in a moment.
Alright.
Oh, shit.
Shit.
- Hey, you've reached Riley.
I will not listen to this voicemail.
Fuck, fuck.
- 911, what's your emergency?
Hi, I um, I need the police.
- Fuck, I don't know the address.
I just, it's, it's Pierce Patton's house.
Hello?
Fuck.
- Who are you?
You have illegally entered my home.
The entire house is on lockdown.
- There is no way out.
- Unless you show yourself.
- I don't know what you
thought you saw.
But if you come out now,
we can discuss this.
Like civilized individuals.
Come on.
Fuck.
- You're trespassing in my home.
- It's in your best
interest not to prolong this,
little game of hide and seek
any longer.
Come on.
Fuck.
Okay.
Fuck!
Open.
Fuck.
Okay.
Just do it, just do it, just do it.
You're just a child.
What are you doing here?
I'm sorry.
It's okay.
Come on.
Here, let me help you.
How'd you get in here?
I'm sorry. Please just let me go.
I recognize you.
From the catering company.
- Well, never using that company again.
Why are you in the home?
I'm sorry.
That's not an answer.
I had nowhere else to go.
Please let me go.
Who knows you're here?
No one.
I didn't see anything. I promise.
You're not a good liar.
- What you saw was necessary.
What's your name?
Come on. Your name?
- Seems fair.
Seeing as you've been living in my house,
watching me,
invading my privacy.
Kay.
Here.
What's the story behind this one?
A souvenir from another of
your squatting adventures?
What will I find of mine in here?
It's time to get out
of my pool now Kay.
Or I could use this
and you could take a nap,
but I warn you I'm not getting these
Kiton pants wet getting you out.
No, please no!
Come on.
My friend knows I'm here,
and he'll call for help.
Will he? What'll he say?
Haven't heard from my
squatter friend in a while.
Better check the last
place she broke into.
Please.
Did you call them Kay?
I'll take care of this.
No. No. No.
Please.
Please. No!
Please!
- Please.
Please. Please.
I'm begging you please!
Please no!
Help!
- Help!
Don't go anywhere.
Evening, Sir.
Officer Brown.
Officer, how can I help you?
- Responding to a 911
call from this residence.
How strange. When was this?
Very recently.
Is there anyone else
in the house with you?
It's just me, Officer.
Mind if I take a look
around the premises?
Oh, please. Be my guest.
You live here alone?
I do.
- It's big.
Thank you.
Can I get you a drink?
No. Thank you.
Ah, my girlfriend.
Can be a little clumsy.
She here?
Well like I said, it's just me.
Hmm.
- Please help!
- Help me!
That leads directly to my office.
- My field is highly sensitive.
I'm afraid I can't allow you in there.
Sir, your cooperation
would be greatly appreciated.
My cooperation?
Um, I think it's best if
we contact Peter Landan.
You're acquainted
with Commissioner Landan?
Oh, we've played tennis for years.
He's yet to win a set.
I actually just sent him a
quick text to update him.
We've dealt with this
sort of thing before and,
I'm the target demographic
for pranksters I'm afraid.
We're probably dealing
with another bored teenager.
- Oh.
Speak of the devil.
Um,
could you just give me one moment?
Hi Sir.
I, no, I--
No, not at all, Sir.
I, I wasn't aware
of who it was, Sir.
Yes, Sir. Not a problem. Absolutely.
All good?
Yeah. Yeah.
Again, Sir, I am terribly
sorry for disturbing you.
Not at all. I appreciate you checking in.
Oh, and uh, if there's
anything I can ever do for you...
Wait!
- Wait for me, please help me!
No, no, no, no, no, no!
Please, no! Wait!
Help me! Please!
No!
Help!
Fuck!
Oh the fob!
The fob!
Okay.
Where's it?
Fuck.
Where is it?
Yes!
- Kay.
- We got off to the wrong start.
I thought you were just
a squatter, a freeloader.
But there's depth to you, Kayleigh.
Are you aware of my work?
I bring healing, Kay--
I offer cures.
- To conquer diseases previously thought,
unbeatable.
- To defy the very fabric,
of life itself.
- Reshaping the narrative,
of nature...
is an unparalleled power.
Imagine, being a part of that Kay.
Shit.
Um,
Are you okay?
Oh, I'm sorry to keep you waiting.
We've had a minor hiccup.
I promise I will get to you momentarily.
Fuck.
No! No!
Where are you?!
Fuck.
What the fuck?
What is that?
What the fuck?
Fuck.
Fuck!
Patience is a virtue, Kay.
Your invitation down
here was forthcoming.
- Kayleigh?
- You must be curious about this place.
Do you know what cancer really is, Kay?
I don't mean to mansplain to you,
especially seeing as you've
had some experience with it.
I am sorry about your mother by the way.
Most people see it as a disease,
but diseases are external invaders.
Cancer, not so simple.
- It's our own selves, betraying us.
Each variant as unique
as the person it inhabits.
Within these walls, I'm
unlocking that enigma.
Can you think of a
greater legacy than that?
- Kayleigh!
Kayleigh!
I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry.
Who are you?
Oh my God, please help me.
What is he playing at?
What?
I mean, you're younger
than he usually goes for,
but we have rules.
If you're inviting someone over,
give me a fucking heads up.
- No, that's not what's happening here.
This is why he told me
not to come back, isn't it?
He told me he was working.
No, just listen to me, okay?
We need to get out of here now!
Wait, why do I recognize you?
You're the server from the party.
Yeah, yeah.
You um, you helped me with my necklace.
Wow, is that where he found you?
No, he didn't find me.
I,
I've been living here.
What?
He asked you to move in?
No! Listen to me!
- What happened?!
Pierce?!
Please just keep it down.
- Okay.
Did you fucking hurt him?
I had to.
Pierce?!
- He is a fucking monster!
- And please! Move!
- No! Get in the house now!
Just listen to me, please!
- Move!
Just listen to me!
- Just listen!
Okay, okay.
Move! Get going!
- He is killing people.
- He's not who you think he is.
Please! Move now!
Get in!
Pierce?!
- He's dangerous,
just listen to me, okay?
Keep moving.
Pierce?!
Look, I snuck
in here after the party--
Oh you've both been really fucking sneaky.
Look, I can prove it to you.
I'm not crazy.
I filmed everything.
What?
What do you mean?
I,
I don't have my
phone, but I recorded it.
There's, there's some underground lab.
And, he has all these people
there and it's messed up okay.
Just listen to me, please.
We're not safe here.
Okay, well, you sound psycho.
Move!
Please.
Pierce?!
Listen to me, I'm not lying!
- No, we have to run.
Oh my God, babe, your face.
Jess?
- No, we have to run now.
- You're back early.
I tried to tell you
earlier the shoot was postponed,
but you didn't call me back.
And who the fuck is she?
Oh, she's no one.
I meant to call--
It's been a challenging evening.
Babe, we have rules.
Open doesn't work
without clear communication
and boundaries.
- Sweetheart, no, it's not like that.
Give me the gun.
- No, no, please.
I'm begging you, do not give him the gun.
Please.
She's been squatting here.
- Hiding in our home.
Oh my God, that is so fucking creepy.
- I promise you, no way near as bad
as what he's been doing.
She saw me with the writer.
And then Nancy Drew here found the
panel in the elevator.
She didn't ruin anything?
Oh, nothing I can't fix.
- What the fuck is wrong with you people?
What's wrong with us?
You're the one who's been
creeping around watching us
like a major perv.
She has video.
What if she sent it someone?
She can't.
Signal's blocked.
You're wrong.
I had a front row seat
when you drugged that guy.
- I filmed everything.
- And it all uploads
automatically to my cloud
and other people have access to it.
- And they'll see.
They'll see what you've been doing.
You're lying.
Where is it, you bitch?
Let me go,
and I'll tell you.
Shit.
I loved that piece.
You must be exhausted.
Go relax, I'll join you when she's all prepped.
- You've wasted a lot of time this evening.
- But you're young,
and healthy.
And that more than makes up for it.
Kay.
- Hey, it's Kay.
Leave a message.
Or don't.
Can you answer please?
I'm trying to get into the house.
I need to take a shower for
more reasons than one, please.
Honey, I'm home.
My other family say hello.
Kay?
Yo Kay?
Whaa!
Kay?
- Hey, it's Kay.
Leave a message.
Or don't.
Hey, yo, I get you mad about last night
but you could at least let
me know before you bounce.
I mean...
Whatever, I didn't get a lot of sleep last night
so I'm gonna enjoy the
space all to myself now.
And I guess I will see you at work.
Shit!
Son of a bitch.
Bitch drank my gin?
- Hey, it's Kay.
Leave a message.
Or don't.
Yeah, I need you to call me back.
I just need to know you're okay.
Please.
Have you been trying to worry me to death?
Kay?
- Babe, is that you?
- Yeah?
She cracked open the gin Elton gave us.
Rude.
Gotta hand it to her though.
She's a tough bitch.
Yeah.
She's perfect.
You're sure no one's coming for her?
Look, I know I
usually do a little more recon
on our subjects, but I
promise you it's fine.
She's a runaway.
We really lucked out on this one.
Speaking of new test subjects,
the producer didn't give me the role.
They went in a different direction.
Sweetie, we are not using the producer
who turned you down.
We can buy out her studio
and bankrupt her though?
- I'm gonna head back down,
calibration's almost done.
Who the fuck are you?
Where is she?
My friend, where is she?!
Downstairs.
Take me there now.
- So any more of you
squatters skulking around?
Oh wait, isn't it phroggers?
What a weird name, sounds sexual.
Just keep moving.
Do you get a kick
leeching off hardworking people?
You mean how your
boyfriend gets a kick?
Punching down on the little--Just move!
The audacity of you bottom-feeders.
You act as if the world owes you something
when you contribute nothing.
A real way with words.
You're making a mistake.
I'm making a mistake?!
Says the fucking
psycho who kidnapped my friend!
- Oh my God, again with the deflection.
Your friend's choices
landed her here, not me.
Shut up!
- Take me to her now.
No!
I won't let you ruin everything!
Oh fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck, I'm sorry.
Jessica!
- No stop!
Stop, don't move!
Stop!
I didn't mean it, I--It was in accident.
I didn't mean to she--
I'm just looking for my friend!
Where is my friend?!
- Do you know how rare it is
to find someone who
truly understands you?
To lose that level of acceptance.
It's a profound loss.
It was an accident.
She came at me and it just happened.
What's your endgame here?
I told you, I just want my friend
and then I'm gonna get the fuck
out of here, I promise.
I meant more broadly.
Surely you didn't dream of squatting
in other people's homes.
I appreciate the deep dive,
but I've got Brené Brown podcasts for that.
What the fuck?
Move!
- Everything can be priced except time.
From where I stand, you
seem to be squandering yours.
Uh-huh.
Every action has a purpose--
Shut the fuck up!
Spare me the creepy psycho
monologue and shut the fuck up!
- Do you even realize the
privilege you have right now?
You stand at the
precipice of history.
Kay?
Wouldn't you like to be
a footnote in its making?
Kay?
Kay?!
What the fuck did you do to him?
An acceleration of metastasis.
What does that mean?
What would naturally take years,
I've achieved in minutes.
This optimizes the cellular environment
for the rapid proliferation of cancer cells.
You gave him cancer?
- What the fuck is wrong with you?!
To reach greatness,
one must occasionally defy nature's pace.
Few can fathom a vision
that soars above the confines
of an ordinary--
Enough!
Where is she?
Kay!
Ow.
- Help!
- Help! Let me out you sick fuck!
- Help!
- Where's my friend?!
- Your friend's bought you some more time.
I can start on him.
Please don't do this.
I could make it easier on him,
but I will need your phone.
Okay.
The guest room.
Which one?
- Third floor.
- Inside.
Check the closet drawers.
- And you'll let him go?
I didn't say that. I said
it would be easier for him.
Hey!
Hey! That wasn't the deal!
Please.
Kay!
- Riley!
Kay.
Are you okay?
I've been better.
Over there. His keycard.
Oh Kay.
Oh my God.
He's a fucking monster, Ri.
All these people...
They're nothing but
test subjects to him.
Kay. Kay.
We have to call the police.
Dude, he has a fucking
signal jammer on the house.
We can't call out.
No, no, no. Not anymore.
I used mine earlier, it works.
Where is it?
The fucker took it. We need your phone.
Let's go. Let's just leave.
No, no. Kay, Kay, Listen.
By the time we find
anybody, all of this will be gone,
and all of these people will be dead.
There's no way he could
get rid of everything.
Kay, this is Pierce Patton.
We have to take him out tonight,
or he's gonna use all of his
resources to come after us.
Okay, it's over there.
Keycard.
Okay, let's go.
Riley, where did you get that?
Riley.
Sorry.
I swear to God, I came down here to
rescue you, but then he--
What are you doing?
I'm just tired of being
dirt fucking poor Kay.
No, no Kay!
I thought we were friends.
We are.
You're just so fucking naive Kay.
What?
- You think this is okay?
Do you think I like living like this?
- Homeless?
- You have somewhere to go.
So what you and your dad had an argument,
at least you have someone.
You never needed this, and I do!
Stop.
I trusted you.
I told him not to hurt you.
- Careful.
- White lies catch up to you.
- Ten mil, but I never want to see you
or hear from you again.
- What'll happen to Kay?
- Part of the deal is asking no questions.
- Get me her phone, and you're a
millionaire overnight.
It's in her pocket.
You're a fucking idiot, you know that?
- What, you think he's
actually gonna pay you?
You're as fucked as I am!
I'm the one with the fucking gun--
Shh.
Lara.
It's okay.
There, there.
Come on! Open!
Open please!
Even in a deceased host,
organs are still of value.
- As long as I act now.
I wouldn't get too choked up about it.
He was a terrible friend.
Please just let me go.
Phone.
Passcode?
2-0-0-5.
Let me guess, the year you were born?
Really?
- I feel old.
Where's the video you took
of our dear journalist friend?
You didn't film anything, did you?
No.
I don't even have a cloud account.
What a waste of fucking time.
Kayleigh.
This disease has already
taken so much from you.
I had intended a more
merciful experience for you.
- I have to admit,
you've been a challenging adversary.
Is this resilience something,
you got from your mother?
How invasive was it? Did she--
Did she--
What did you d--do?
What was it you said earlier?
It needs directness to work its magic.
Bitch!
- And yeah,
I do take after her.
My mom, was a fucking fighter.
Kay!
- 911, what's your emergency?
- I killed Pierce Patton.
- Kayleigh.
Hi Dad.