5th Floor!
Get down here!
Hurry it up, sleepyhead!
We get to go home!
The show's over! We're getting paid!
5th Floor!
Oh!
♪ Farewell, my love ♪
♪ I'm gonna miss you, my love ♪
♪ I'll search the heavens up above ♪
♪ Till we meet again… ♪
Ah!
Ah, so nice and cool.
-♪ Farewell, my love… ♪ -Hey, girl!
Ah, I guess it's time to go.
-♪ I still recall how it was ♪ -♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ And that's what I'll be thinking of… ♪
♪ Till we meet… ♪
You're here! We just wanted to thank you for everything.
-Aw, what are all the tears for? -It's just… It feels so unreal still.
Oh, hey. You gotta try a hot dog. This guy knows his way around a grill.
-Grab a beer too. -This is so nice.
Mm! Mm.
Oh my, this is good!
♪ I wish you so well… ♪
Hey. You kicked this show's ass.
Now, let's get our money.
♪ Till we meet again… ♪
-♪ Farewell, my love… ♪ -We really get to go!
-♪ I'm gonna… ♪ -Wait, uh, just a minute.
-Where's 2nd Floor? -♪ Miss you, my love ♪
-♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh… ♪ -Oh, she's up.
-♪ Till we meet… ♪ -Lookee!
♪ Again ♪
♪ Farewell, my love… ♪
♪ I'm gonna… ♪
"Bitch, I'll kill you"?
♪ I'll search the heavens up above… ♪
♪ Till we meet ♪
♪ Again… ♪
♪ Farewell, my love ♪
♪ I still recall how it was… ♪
-Am I dreaming? What the… -♪ And that's ♪
♪ What I'll be thinking of… ♪
Run! Horsey, jump! Bang!
♪ Lonely ♪
♪ I'm Mr. Lonely ♪
♪ I have nobody ♪
♪ For my own… ♪
♪ I am so lonely ♪
♪ I'm Mr. Lonely ♪
♪ Wish I had someone To call on the phone ♪
♪ I'm a soldier… ♪
Oh, my!
Ah, glasses off. Mu… much better.
What's this? Where am… What is this place?
Please…
I need to hold you close.
Please free my arms.
Whee!
Whoo!
-Throw it! The tape! -Ah!
Ooh!
Ah… shoo!
Eek!
Tie him up!
Hold still!
Ah!
Ooh!
Jesus, grab him!
Shit…
Hey, wait!
Ah!
Smith and Wesson M36.
And four…
bullets.
Hey, sweetheart. I'm so grateful.
I do hope you know that.
Here I was thinkin' they were just a bunch of damn wimps.
I gotta hand it to 'em.
The wimps played hardball.
Tell me. I'm down eight toenails.
Why'd you leave two behind?
Gotta say, I sure underestimated you guys. Huh.
I'll admit my mistake.
That's on me.
So, let's talk… Who did it?
Answer him!
Which one of you did this? God damn…
-Did you? -I'd never do that.
I swear, okay?
And you?
It's not me. I swear! I mean it.
You?
Okay… that leaves… you.
It checks out, given your feelings for me.
I'm a rational guy. I get it.
Tying me up, knocking me around some, I get all that.
And yet, that wasn't enough, now, was it?
One of you took things a step further, didn't you?
That wasn't just revenge. That was straight-up torture.
Ah, Jesus.
I'm speechless, guys.
I really am. Shit…
When I was tied up, you know what I wanted most?
It wasn't just catching the bastard.
No, no…
That was a given. No, I wanted to do something interesting.
So, I came up with a game.
Russian roulette.
You know it, right?
RUSSIAN ROULETTE
I loaded up the barrel here with one bullet.
Your odds are…
one outta five.
I will shoot you one by one.
I won't aim for your heads, though.
I wouldn't wanna kill ya.
No, I'll aim for your legs. It should be fairly awful.
Now, shall we begin?
It's gonna be great.
Who did it? Fess up.
Beats me, asshole!
One…
Two…
Man, I don't know!
Three!
Oh yeah!
Ah, shit, girl.
-Guess it's your lucky day. -God damn.
You deserve a nice beating to celebrate. Yah!
Take that!
Son of a bitch!
Yah!
Hah!
Next up is Mr. Champagne Socialist.
-Are you willing to talk? -I don't… um, I don't know.
-Please, I don't know. -You're not gonna talk?
Fine.
Now.
Let's begin.
This one might sting.
Ready…
Set…
Shoot.
Oh fuck! What the hell… Ah…
Oh God!
Crazy…
-Oh, God! -Hey.
Oh!
-No! -Bind his leg.
-Goddamn… -Ooh!
Ah. Ah.
Tie him tight.
Look at that blood. God.
Gah!
Wow!
This thing means business!
Ah.
My, my… if it isn't 1st Floor.
How'd you like a second bum leg?
Have pity.
Spare me, please.
I'm begging you. I need my good leg. Don't do it. Please, don't shoot.
Please, no. Not my good leg! I'm begging, no!
Do you know, I prayed for the first time?
I prayed that God would help me find the bastard and get revenge!
Please! Don't do this!
Don't shoot my leg!
Stop begging.
Give prayer a shot, like me.
One…
Two…
Please don't shoot!
-Three! -Don't shoot!
Just hear me out! I think I know who did it.
Who…
Or, I mean, I don't actually know.
I just know how we can find out who did it.
What does that mean?
Do you know or not? You better start making sense.
Witness. We have a witness.
Who is it?
The… the, uh…
The, uh, the… It's the cameras. We're surrounded by them.
They're always running.
We can buy the CCTV footage. I'm sure that we can.
We were able to buy a booze recipe. I bet they'll sell the footage.
Yeah, I'd be shocked if we couldn't buy it!
You know… that sounds like fun!
Trust me, this'll work.
-Where you goin'? -Oh, just to my floor.
Why?
To watch your footage.
-It's not a sitcom. -No, it's way better!
It's delicious!
It's a whodunnit. I love the suspense!
Oh, I'm dying to watch it.
Stay and stand guard.
Why?
Because I said so!
Ah… sure.
Ooh!
Ah! Could you send up footage of 6th Floor getting attacked?
-I can't wait to check it out. -God.
Yes, to my room.
Oh… Pricey.
I'd like…
I'd prefer to watch it alone, please.
Ooh!
Yeah, but it's more fun if I watch it too.
7th Floor…
Are you okay?
-Hah. -Just come clean.
Who was it?
Hey, keep quiet!
We're all gonna know soon enough anyway.
Just admit it now.
Hmm.
Hmm. Bye-bye, hundred mil.
Oh!
It feels like a movie theater!
Gosh… Don't you just love a special event?
What a nice surprise.
Which of you did it?
Gosh… Oh, I'm so excited!
Oh…
Oh my gosh.
It was you.
Wasn't it, 1st Floor?
That fucking dick!
I'm so sorry.
I feel so bad…
I'm so sorry.
He treated me like dirt.
I was just so mad.
It was too much.
You wanted money too.
Right?
Is that not okay?
Those people… tormented us, and made us their slaves.
Don't we have the right to make a buck off of them?
Why… why can't we fight back and get what's ours?
Why?
Oh wow, look at him!
God! Oh God, he's insane! It's like he's unhinged!
Oh… Aw, you're lapping it up like a natural!
-Ah! -It's true.
I wasn't ready to end the show.
We couldn't go home yet.
It was like leaving cash on the table.
I'd do whatever it took to stay here a little longer.
I just wanted more time. That's all.
I'm so sorry…
That's all you've got?
How could you? You just pulled out my teeth like that?
Asshole!
You… you… you insane evil bastard scum!
I will… I'll need to get major dental surgery 'cause of you. You happy now?
I'm gonna kill that asshole.
And end this thing.
Huh.
Oh! He confessed! It was that bastard, 1st Floor!
-You're dead! -You have to make him pay!
Please, don't hurt him! Please!
Uh--
Uh…
Hmm. Do you know what your problem is?
You're too aggressive.
He took a pretty nasty fall.
-4th Floor! Come up and bind him for me. -Huh?
Okay.
Oh, 5th Floor, such a tender soul…
You guys shouldn't blame her.
Hmm.
That asshole. I'm gonna kill that pig. I swear it.
-I feel violated. -Aw.
I hope he rots in hell…
None of that, okay?
Come on, dear. You want me to free you, right?
Hmm?
I got your revenge, believe me…
His back crunched right into two.
I bet he wishes that he were dead.
But we can't… have anyone die in here.
Not ever.
Show me that you understand.
Hmm?
Mm.
Look how much time we got, you guys!
Ah!
This has been such an exciting day.
I simply love this place.
Ah! God, I feel like I'm on cloud nine.
Who knows what fun's still in store?
We're gonna find out soon.
8th Floor had 5th Floor treat 7th Floor's wound.
She made us drag 6th Floor to his room.
-Can't you go faster? -And after that…
-Bind him. Hurry up. -She tied us up.
And locked us in our rooms.
That day had started out so full of hope.
Rest up.
And now, here we were.
Bound and bleeding. Our revolution was over.
It all felt like a beautiful dream.
A world separate from our current hell.
It was like we'd never even escaped.
It was too much to comprehend.
All this pain. This endless torment.
Maybe… it was all just a bad dream.
I mean, how could this be real life?
She bought the CCTV streams for all our rooms,
so she could watch us writhe in pain in real time.
The footage was expensive.
But with her earnings, it was no problem.
Oh!
Oh…
I'm craving something more stimulating.
We've all shed ounces of sweat and blood.
We've beaten, tased, and shot each other.
There's been deception, and scheming.
-Manipulation, extortion. -A coin.
We've gone back and forth, tricking and screwing each other over.
It seems like we've covered all the ways people can inflict pain on one another.
Things are getting stale. The spark's dead.
I imagine the showrunners are bored.
They've seen everything.
That's right.
How do you keep something fun?
What makes something thrilling?
Don't move.
I think… we have to find something new.
That's what they want. A brand-new frontier.
We won't do anything to actually injure you.
We can't have the show ending.
If you do fall ill, our trusty 5h Floor will tend to you.
SLEEP DEPRIVATION TORTURE
D… don't… Wait…
The Geneva Convention unambiguously forbids
experimenting upon unwilling humans.
Even when people are blowing each other's brains out.
In a war, the line gets drawn at medical torture.
This new game signaled a shift.
It wasn't for the show. It was for the thrill.
The shock. The pain.
All the previous games had been leading up to this one.
Violence in its purest, most stimulating form.
The thrill of something new. Something never before seen.
Nothing is as fun as being the first witnesses.
I swear, I'm sorry.
We were being pushed into the darkest reaches of our psyches.
I take it back.
Please, forgive me. I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!
Oh.
-4th Floor fed us by hand. -Please don't.
And reapplied tape as needed.
Please…
5th Floor worked with her to maintain the torture.
Forgive me…
She seemed fully checked out, like a woman devoid of hope.
She did the bare minimum,
ignoring our screams for help like a zombie.
We were kept alive, unable to die or escape.
Oh.
How've you been doing in here?
7th Floor… How… how'd you get here?
-Weren't you getting tortured, too? -Tortured?
-Huh? -Why would I? I'm the 7th Floor.
Uh…
You didn't know?
Man, you really thought…
Nobody else is playing anymore.
This is…
Huh?
This game…
All of this is just in your head.
Oh…
Oh, dear God!
Oh, it's like I can feel them suffer!
I know, right?
Um… yeah. Man, why does it feel like we're in pain, too? It's so much.
It's too much.
Ah, um, should I free them? I'm happy to.
Mm-mm.
I have to paint about this.
Paint?
I'm overwhelmed with emotion.
This feeling…
I must express this feeling in a painting.
How is it?
Oh wow…
This is beautiful, I love it.
What are you calling it?
-Number Five. -Oh, like Chanel.
That's the perfect name for it. Luxurious.
And gorgeous, like you.
Then… to celebrate…
Uh… why don't I get myself a purse?
Oh, you've got to.
I forgot!
I just have one more thing that I want.
What is it?
Coco.
Coco… Do you like it, huh?
"Woof, woof! We think your purse is cute!"
"Yes, it is!"
"Woof, woof."
God, this sucks…
Can we talk?
Ugh, what?
I'm in a bad mood, okay?
I'm so sorry.
Oh, come on.
Did you go again?
How could you? You only eat, like, two bites a day!
It isn't that.
I'm sorry for pulling your tooth out. I really didn't want to hurt you.
I should never have done that.
That's all?
You had me worried there.
It's okay.
I was sore at first, but now I can see why you had to do it.
When money gets involved, things get insane.
Besides, you extended the game. What's a tooth compared to cash?
I'll buy myself a whole new mouth.
The truth is, on this show,
I don't really think of it like it's real life.
I'm more… like, playing, you know?
In real life, I have a heart, I'm a human.
But in here, we just have to put on a good show.
And that's why I'll deal with whatever.
I'll put up with taking care of you guys,
and cleaning up dog poop, too.
Huh.
I just mean that I'm very serious about this show.
4th Floor…
Yeah?
Did you really mean that?
About what? The dog poop?
That you're serious about the show.
I mean, I'm not wiping your butt because I enjoy it.
Why else would I be here right now?
Do you want more rice?
There's more money to be had.
You don't know it,
but you could walk away with more than you've ever dreamed.
What?
We don't have to keep our floors.
What the fuck are you saying?
You can…
move to a new floor.
It's possible, I swear.
You can change rooms and move up to the 8th floor.
Ten grand…
What if I…
Hi, there. Uh…
Would it be possible…
to switch floors?
That much?
How long? How long till we stop the show?
Honestly?
1st Floor should make the call, because he earns the least.
Yeah, you should decide, okay?
How much will you need before we can leave?
I guess…
It might… sound…
far-fetched right now…
but I need a billion.
♪ It's been a lovely day ♪
♪ Where am I going? ♪
♪ So it's getting closer ♪
♪ To my face ♪
♪ Where are you coming from? ♪
♪ Mr. Stranger ♪
♪ You are just darkness ♪
♪ To me ♪
♪ It's too hard for me ♪
♪ To get there ♪
♪ Where are you taking us? ♪
♪ Mr. Stranger ♪
♪ Save me ♪
♪ Find me ♪
♪ I know you'll never let me ♪
♪ Dive in ♪
♪ So find a reason ♪
♪ Mr. Stranger ♪