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Max, what are you doing?

Improvising.

Can you hear me?

This is your player.

I need your help.

Please eat.

I missed our lunches, Abbie.

You're as beautiful

now as you ever were.

Well...

Let's not quibble over details.

You were a snake then,

and you're a snake now.

Okay, well I'll take

that as a compliment.

A snake is an evolutionary

masterpiece and incredibly

misunderstood.

And like the snake, I'm just

doing what needs to be done.

Though I don't seem to

remember you putting up

such a fuss back when I

was paying your bills.

No one could type a

memo quite like you.

You ever tell creed about us?

There is no us,

you piece of sh*t.

Well...

Not for a while, right?

Churchill.

I keep Winston up there to

remind me to stay the course.

He once said, you have enemies?

Good.

That means you stood up for

something sometime in your life.

You can't expect everyone

to believe in your vision.

But when they wake up one

day in a better world,

they will thank you

for your contribution.

Yes.

That husband of yours

is a stubborn man.

You've underestimated him.

He's a survivor.

God, that's what

I love about you.

You're so dramatic.

You're just...

You're unpredictable.

I hate to eat and run, but uh...

Your husband is actually

becoming a bit of a nuisance.

And I need to go remind

the dog who's master.

I'll be back.

To build maybe the slow and

laborious tasks of years.

To destroy can be the

thoughtless act of a single day.

Churchill said that, too.

Careful of your dreams, Andrew.

Time to bring the pain.

Yo, yo, incoming, incoming!

We've got trees over here.

Watch out!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Get some, get some!

You don't want none

of this, creed.

You don't want

none of this, huh!

Get back here, creed!

Sh*t.

No, no, no!

Never thought you'd

betray us, creed.

Yes!

That's it.

You know what, creed...

Kincaid ordered not to shoot.

But I'm gonna shoot you anyway!

Yes!

Oh!

Wow.

What's up?

Right. You can't talk.

Hey, you there?

Me?

You said I can't mod this game.

Max.

But you can.

I can't.

Unblock the speech frequency.

Max, I...

Do it.

Or I'm done.

And so are you.

You okay?

Who the hell is that?

Tech support.

No.

Let them find the bugs.

Let them think that

they're ahead.

It won't matter.

I wanna see where he takes this.

How do you my house

is bugged, Mr. creed?

I created every security

protocol for sentinel

including bugging.

You bugged my house?

Everything you received from

sentinel is monitoring you.

Show me.

I need a beer.

Come on, join me.

Well drink up.

Oops, my bad!

We'll get that

cleaned up no problem.

So you're sentinel's

secret weapon?

Right here in the flesh.

Just a gamer.

So tell me...

What is all this that

you're doing, Mr. creed?

My wife calls me Mr.

Creed when she's upset.

We just met kid.

I develop a technology

that connects you to me.

It's called control x.

Control x?

Sounds like a

bad Sci-Fi movie.

It's the prototype.

It was meant for

surveillance, but I

thought it better

suited for military.

Why military?

I served a couple of tours.

Lost a few too many friends.

Control x is about making

stronger soldiers with

faster reflexes with

two sets of eyes.

And what's Kincaid got

to do with all this?

I'm not sure, but he

has some master plan.

Keeps guns in games.

No, that's bullshit.

I know Kincaid.

He's a one percenter.

He doesn't care how many lives

it takes to keep his billions.

I wanted control x to save

people, he wants it to use them.

So why'd you work for him?

He paid me good money.

Ah, yeah.

What about that Zane guy?

He's just a dog on a leash.

Brought in for muscle.

He's a glory seeker.

Wants everything I got.

Hang on a second.

Authorities have now

confirmed through

surveillance footage,

Orson creed has gone from

bank hero to murderer.

Strange and bizarre

day for our city.

An example of a man unhinged.

Truly shocking.

That's a load of sh*t.

Come on.

Just call me Oswald.

I'm the distraction.

From what?

The future of gaming.

What got you into it, kid?

Well um, it's just a

world that I fit in.

People in the real world

tend to let you down.

You lose someone who's

special in a game,

it doesn't hurt as bad.

Today actually marks two years

since I left this house.

Yeah.

I was uh...

I was coming from the gaming

tournament that I won and

being famous sometimes

makes you unpopular.

It was the middle of the

day, I was out walking

with my best friend...

And they drove by,

windows came down.

Let's just say that

they missed me.

Here's a picture.

Take a look.

What?

I loved that dog, okay?

Best thing that ever happened

to me before that day.

It's not always easy losing

someone you care about.

You should know that, right?

A signal.

You gotta get this

thing out of me, kid.

What the hell?

I don't know how to do that.

I do.

I'm gonna go flush

out this beer.

No.

Stand down.

I've got this.

I think you've had enough fun.

Why are you doing this?

Where is he?

Creed?

I'm here.

I'm disappointed in you, Max.

I chose you because

you're the best.

You understand the game world

and you understand rules.

Well you've broken the rules

so that means a penalty.

Tell me something.

How are you and your

girl doing, huh?

I'm sensing some

trust issues there.

I would kill it every

time, my friend.

I mean, what do we have if

we can't trust each other?

Princess, you okay?

She could be, but

that's up to you.

Here are five feeds of

five sentinel employees.

Each equally

disappointing to me.

You're naughty girl

is one of them.

Come on, that's bullshit.

You know I've seen her.

Pay attention, Max.

That's the point.

You choose wisely, she lives.

You choose poorly, they all die.

Tell you what.

I'm gonna make it easy on you.

Do it.

No.

You should be thanking me, Max.

Now you just got four choices.

You got sixty seconds.

Good luck.

Sh*t!

Max!

Max, what the hell is going on?

I don't know.

I don't know!

Sh*t.

There.

That's her.

It's her!

Feed 4.

Feed 4!

Come on, feed 4!

It's her!

Congratulations.

Why are you doing this?

What the hell do you want?

You'll be getting a

message with instructions.

And little man, I

suggest you follow them.

Baby, I'm okay.

They want you to go to the

ground floor of the needle.

Caleb Angelo will be

leaving a dinner and they

want you to kill him.

I love you.

I get it now.

Well tell me.

Caleb Angelo owns 51% of the

world's largest server file.

Kincaid only owns 40%.

With Angelo out of the way, he

can scoop up all of the shares.

Complete control.

He wants to play god.

Let's do this.

Alright, okay.

Creed.

Go get your wife back.

I'm sorry about your loss.

You know I'm coming after you.

Give you a good show.

Yeah, hi.

Can I get some popcorn, soda?

Thanks.

- Max.

- Hey!

Are you okay?

Sh*t.

I almost killed this dude.

- What!

- No, nevermind.

What happened?

They told me I was reassigned,

but I managed to sneak away.

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