Game Night Page #6

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Okay? It's $17!

How much do you want?

Um, I don't know.

Probably 100.

Give her 100.

I don't have 100.

How much have you got?

- $17.

- $17?

You brought $17 out?

Nice!

- Thank you!

- Cool.

Oh! So you're just

gonna keep it. I gotcha.

Stay back!

Hey, buddy,

can you just give us

the answer

to the second riddle

'cause we're way behind.

Don't you get it?

That was not

supposed to happen.

Oh, what now? You guys already

did the breaking-in thing.

Shut up! And get on the floor,

all of you!

Whoa! Ron, you okay?

No, Nathan, I'm not okay.

Two guys came in here

and attacked me.

- Oh, my God.

- I know!

And I quit Disney Cruises

for this bullshit.

"Look in your jacket pocket."

We can check, but that

doesn't make any sense.

I'm not wearing a jacket.

Maybe it means a,

like a book jacket.

Why would a book

have a jacket?

Murder We Wrote.

Glenda, something terrible

has happened.

- What?

- Nathan and I showed up for the take away,

and Ron had been attacked.

- Where? At the Brooks Davis house?

- Yes.

- Huh?

- What?

Is everyone okay?

No, no.

I'm not okay, Glenda!

I have a throbbing headache,

and they took the host!

- Who took him?

- Kidnappers!

Real ones!

Dangerous f***ing criminals!

I'm packed and I'm holding

I'm smiling, she's living,

she's golden

She lives for me

- Sing it to the mic.

- Jesus!

No.

Her own motivation

She goes round,

and she goes down on me

And you, Tats?

You got something to say?

No? Boop.

Coming over you

Keep on smiling,

what we go through

One stop to the rhythm

that divides you

I see you eyeing that,

Ponytail. Not on my watch!

Bingo! Bingo! I got 'em, baby.

Let's do this.

Yes! Okay.

Hey, hey, Brooks!

- Guess who it is!

- Oh!

Ready? Hello!

- Look at that face!

- Oh, sh*t.

- You did not expect us this early, did ya?

- That is priceless!

I've gotta capture

this moment.

Honey, get in there.

We'll take a quick

little selfie here

and send it off to the losers.

One, two, three.

Cheese!

Ha!

Perfect.

Oh, speak of the devil.

There's Ryan now, probably

calling begging for help.

- Ugh!

- Ignore.

This is not a game, Max!

Jesus! Guys,

it's a wrap in here, okay?

Show's over!

Listen, I'm not a venture

capitalist. I'm a smuggler!

A smuggler?

Yeah,

I made a mistake.

I sold The Bulgarian's egg

to a different guy.

And I have to get it back

to him, or he's gonna kill me!

"The Bulgarian's egg"?

Wasn't that the third

Harry Potter book?

Wait, I'm confused.

So this isn't the end

of this whole thing?

No, it is the end, okay?

You said, whoever catches you

gets the car.

We found you, we get the car.

Game over.

No! I'm telling you!

This is all real!

The shitty actors

are real? Come on.

How about that ridiculous

fight? Was that real?

Is this gun real?

Oh, no, Annie!

Oh, no. Oh, no.

Bang, bang.

Ow!

Blood!

Oh, my God! I shot you!

You f***ing shot me!

Cut me loose

before we all get shot!

Come on, untie me!

- Get me out of here!

- Oh, God!

Help me. Help!

Oh, my God!

Go out! Go, go, go!

What the f***

did you do to me?

- Come on, come on, come on.

- God damn it!

- Hey!

- Where are the guns?

- Here, here!

- Go!

You shot me.

I know, I feel terrible.

- Come on, man!

- Go! Go, go!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Come on, b*tch!

- Oh, my God!

- Move your ass!

- Honey, get in!

- Go, go!

Go, go, go!

Holy sh*t!

Hold up!

Hold up, motherf***er!

- God damn it!

- Man, come on!

Brooks, what the f*** is going

on with you? Start talking!

I've lied to you and

the family about what I do.

I buy and I sell illegal sh*t

for people

on the black market.

Really?

So you're a criminal?

Oh, my God!

They're following us!

But I made a mistake

because there's this guy,

they call him The Bulgarian.

He's got his fingers in all

these pies around the world.

- What kind of pies?

- Illegal pies, Max.

You know, the kind of pies

that have heroin in 'em

and guns and sex slaves.

You know,

all that kind of stuff.

But he just wanted me to help

him find this Faberge egg.

F*** that! Faberge egg?

- Are you kidding me?

- No, I'm serious.

And I found it!

But then there was this other

guy, this Marlon Freeman.

He's willing to pay twice

as much for the same egg.

So what? So you screwed over

the Bulgarian guy,

and those fellows behind us

work for him,

and they just happen to crash

your murder mystery party?

I know, right?

What are the odds of that?

- Oh, too close, too close!

- Careful, careful!

Watch out! Watch out!

Oh, oh!

- Sh*t!

- Sorry! You okay?

- Yeah, I'm all right.

- Okay.

We need to go to the cops now!

- Yeah, right now! Let's go!

- No!

- We can't go to the cops!

- Why?

The Bulgarian's got

a ton of moles.

On his face?

No, in the police department.

Look out!

Careful!

Oh, my God!

This is insane!

If you call the cops, I'll be

dead before I get to jail.

Why don't we just get a hold

of this Marlon Freeman guy

and buy the egg back from him?

I couldn't find him if I wanted to.

That name's an alias.

- Gun, gun, gun! Duck!

- Oh, oh...

Okay, these guys are not

stopping. What do we do?

They're not gonna stop

until they get me.

I'm sorry I dragged

you guys into this.

I'm sorry for a lot of things.

- Hey! What are you doing?

- What is he doing?

- I love you, Max!

- Brooks, don't be an idiot!

Stop the car!

- Sh*t! Go, go, go!

- Okay, okay, okay!

F***! What are we gonna do?

They're gonna kill my brother.

Oh, Annie, I feel faint.

I'm gonna pass out.

Oh, honey, we'll get you

to a hospital, okay?

No, no, no! No hospitals.

This is a gunshot wound,

they'll call the cops.

Sh*t, sh*t! Okay.

So, we go

to a mob doctor, right?

Do you know one of those,

sweetheart?

- No.

- No.

What about a veterinarian

that works for the mob?

- You know one of those?

- No.

Come on. Why are you pitching

all the mob stuff?

Because I'm losing

my sh*t here!

I get it.

You're gonna have to do it.

- What?

- Yup.

You're gonna have

to take the bullet out.

I don't wanna do it.

You think I want you

to take the bullet out?

I've seen you try

to cut a chicken.

We have no other option.

Oh, my God!

This is so bad!

I hate game night!

Thank you!

Hey!

Oh, thank God. Listen, Annie.

It's all real.

Oh, no, I know.

Brooks is caught up

in something and...

Okay, where are you guys?

We're all at Brooks's.

We need to talk to the cops.

No! No, no, no!

Do not talk to the cops!

What? Why? What's going on?

- Are you guys okay?

- Yeah, yeah.

We're fine, we're fine.

I shot Max, but he's fine.

What?

Look. We will meet you

back at our house.

Whatever you do,

do not tell the cops anything.

Brooks's life depends on it.

- Hey.

- Hi.

Okay.

I got a bunch of stuff.

Yeah.

Pocket knife. Tweezers.

Sewing kit. Gauze.

Good, good. All right.

Wow, you did great!

Yeah. And they didn't

have rubbing alcohol.

And they don't sell

hard liquor,

so I got you

this lovely Chard.

Good idea.

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