Game Night Page #7

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Way to pivot, yep. Good girl.

What else did you get?

More good stuff?

What is helpful in

Country Living?

Oh, that's for later.

There's a corn chowder recipe

that looks really good.

- You love corn chowder, huh?

- Sweet. I do, yeah.

- That'll cheer you up.

- Thank you.

Okay. And then, a squeaky toy.

- Huh.

- For your mouth.

- For the pain.

- Mmm-hmm.

Okay. Well, hopefully

I won't need this.

- Okay, let's see this bad boy.

- All right.

Yeah, careful.

- Okay.

- All right.

- Okay.

- Okay.

- We're gonna push past it.

- No problem. No problem.

- We'll get the bullet out.

- Let's just google.

Honey, can you return

the text later?

This is instructions

on how to remove a bullet.

Oh, sorry.

It's an alt-right

militia website,

so I'm just gonna ignore

the racist stuff.

- Good. Good, good.

- Yeah?

Okay. "Step one,

sterile gloves."

Check!

We're doing

the best we can, right?

Okay. Yeah. We're getting by.

"Step two."

Um... Okay.

"Disinfect wound."

Right, yeah.

That's gonna sting, isn't it?

Yeah, a little bit. Yeah.

- Let's do it.

- Okay?

That smarts, huh?

Yeah.

Gonna administer anesthetic.

We don't have that.

Just gonna skip that one.

Okay.

"Step four, apply pressure

above the wound."

Here, you squeeze that there.

- I got it.

- Great. Thank you.

We're just gonna make

two tiny incisions...

Oh, my God.

On either side

of the wound.

Easy-peasy.

This is fun, huh?

- Are you having fun?

- No.

- Let's get the bullet.

- Okay. Here we go.

Let's get in there and get it.

Nice and small,

nice and small, baby.

Okay. Yeah, yeah. Tiny, teeny.

That's not small.

That's really big!

So big?

Way too big, baby. It's

a bullet, not a grapefruit.

I'm sorry! I'm sorry. This is

my first time. I don't know...

Oh, there's so much blood.

No, no.

Don't you start doing that.

No, you're gonna make...

- I'm sorry.

- Stop it.

I'm looking at you

and you're making me...

Well, don't look at me.

I won't look at it.

- Push through. Let's go.

- Okay. All right, okay.

- No more cutting.

- Oh, sh*t.

Just get the tweezers

and get the bullet out, baby.

Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t. Um...

What? What happened?

Phone went to sleep.

You gotta set it

so that thing stays on.

- No. My phone doesn't do that.

- Sure it does.

Same phone as mine.

Just change it.

Just gonna touch it with my nose

every 30 seconds. It's fine.

Don't be afraid of your phone.

Get in there,

go to the settings,

go to display

and change the timing

so that it doesn't revert

to sleep mode.

- Revert?

- Yeah.

What are you, Steve Jobs?

I'm not reverting anything.

I'm just not afraid

of my phone, honey.

It's so f***ing simple.

Shh! Quiet.

I know what I'm doing, okay?

Do you?

Yes.

- Here she goes.

- Here we go.

You're like a dolphin.

All right.

This part's gonna hurt.

I don't... I don't doubt it.

Okay, let's do this.

Okay.

Ooh... Oh, wait.

What is that?

You hear that?

What's that sound?

What's that sound?

Is that the bullet?

- That's bone!

- What?

That's not right.

Okay. What do the racists say

if you can't find the bullet?

Yeah, that's bone.

You got the bone.

I'm looking at my bone.

Look right here.

Max,

did you get shot twice?

That's the exit wound.

Oh, it came out!

Yup. Nothing to remove.

The bullet has exited the arm.

Well, let's just sew

that sucker up, huh?

Yeah.

No, no. Honey, don't,

don't look at...

Stop it.

I'm sorry.

Now, the Bulgarian's guys

have Brooks,

and the only way

to save him

is to get that egg from this

Marlon Freeman guy.

I can't believe your brother's

been lying to us this whole time.

He's even cooler

than we thought.

Honey, I think you sewed

my arm to my sleeve.

I didn't even know Morgan

Freeman collected Faberge eggs.

Aren't those worth

millions of dollars?

It's Marlon Freeman,

but that's just an alias.

Somehow, we gotta find out his

real name, find out his address.

- Police computer.

- What do you mean?

I once dated this girl

whose father was a cop.

She showed me

her dad's police computer.

It has a database with

every known alias on it.

I bet we could find Marlon

Wayans' real name on it.

So, if we called her up,

would she let you go

on her dad's computer?

No. No way! That ended badly.

So, how are we gonna get into

a police computer

without the cops knowing?

- Billy Bob Thornton!

- What?

- What?

- You slept with

- Billy Bob, didn't you?

- Hang on, hang on!

I know where we can

get on a police computer.

- Hey!

- Gary!

Goodness.

To what do Bastian and I

owe the pleasure?

Well, we were

all just talking,

and we realized we haven't had

a game night in ages.

- Just the seven of us.

- So...

I thought you were going

to your brother's house.

I never said that.

Come on, Gare Bear. Live

a little! It's the weekend!

We were just saying how you

were always better at games

than Debbie was.

I'll thank you

not to besmirch my ex-wife.

That woman is an angel.

Oh. Yeah, she was much better

at games than you.

I will admit I have eagerly

awaited a visit such as this.

Where'd he go?

Do we follow him?

It seems like it.

- Ryan, you go first.

- I'm scared.

Help yourself to popped corn

with sea salt.

Oh! Oh!

Yummy, yummy.

I can't believe

that you read my mind.

I was craving popcorn.

You have a framed photo

of game night?

Doesn't everyone

have photographs

of their best friends

in their homes?

Of course. We do.

Max, you wanna go first?

Okay, I'll start. I'll do it.

Oh. There's a loose one.

Always in the middle.

That's where you wanna go.

Can I use your john

real quick?

Of course. It's the end

of the hall, next to our...

My bedroom.

Okay.

Oh, no, Gary.

So, Sarah, how long

have you two been a couple?

Oh, no! No, we're not.

We just...

We work together.

I wouldn't, um...

I wouldn't do that thing.

I see. I thought I detected

a certain chemistry

between the two of you.

No. No way.

- No, that's not...

- Mmm. Mmm.

Then again,

I'm not the best judge

of chemistry

in the world.

Hmm.

Oh, because

your wife left you.

Oh, sh*t.

Hello, Donald Anderton.

Oh!

So many possible moves.

I just don't know

where to begin.

Um, maybe... Ooh...

- Decision-making.

- Come on, Annie.

Just make up your mind.

Please.

- No!

- No?

Yup, take your time.

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Oh, Brooks. What have you

gotten yourself into?

Oh, sh*t. Where did you

come from, little guy?

Son of a b*tch.

Hey! What are you, a vampire?

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Oh, my God.

Has that got it?

No, that doesn't got it.

God damn it. Come on!

No!

I should go check on him.

I think he's fine.

- He cried out.

- Tell me about Debbie.

I beg your pardon.

Oh, just, I...

I never met her. I'd love

to hear all about her.

Where do I begin?

All right,

you wanna take a bath?

We'll take a little bath.

There we go. Okay.

All right. Here we go.

There we go, huh? Huh?

Oh, it's so much worse.

Oh, God.

And what did I do to this?

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