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( PHONE RINGS )
Yes? Hello?
MAN (OVER PHONE): Mrs Kolbein?
What? Who is this?
MAN (OVER PHONE): This is the police, ma'am.
You need to listen to me.
What... police?
MAN (OVER PHONE): Listen, who else is in the house?
Are you alone?
My husband's outta town.
My... my, my daughter, she's... She's in her room.
MAN (OVER PHONE): Okay, good.
You both need to stay right where you are.
We have your house surrounded.
What?
MAN (OVER PHONE): If you move from your location...
you'll be putting your child in danger.
Keep your lights off.
Do not approach any windows...
and stay where you are.
We need you out of our way...
so we can safely locate the suspect.
What do you mean, suspect?
MAN (OVER PHONE): There is a man, possibly two.
Oh my god!
MAN (OVER PHONE): Inside your house.
Oh my god! My daughter!
MAN (OVER PHONE): I need you to stay where you are!
Listen! Listen to me!
The best way to protect her is to work with us.
We'll keep her safe, but we need your help.
Can you help us?
Yes.
MAN (OVER PHONE): And I want you to lock the door.
And don't hang up!
I can't. There's no lock.
MAN (OVER PHONE): Do what you can to secure the room.
Stay put and let us do our job.
We will keep your daughter safe.
Now, she's good.
She's secure.
Do you hear anything?
Nothing. There's nothing.
MAN (OVER PHONE): You're upstairs, right?
Yeah.
MAN (OVER PHONE): Everything's happening down in the basement.
If you can't hear anything, that means you're safe.
Hold on.
Okay.
RADIO VOICE (OVER PHONE): Ready to roll.
( DISTANT THUD )
I-I heard something.
I can't hear anything.
RADIO VOICE (OVER PHONE): We're going in.
No shot! No shot! He has the kid!
No! No!
MAN (OVER PHONE): He's down! He's down!
Shit, we need a medical for the girl now!
Mrs Kolbein, do not leave that room.
The second suspect is coming for you!
Mrs Kolbein? Are you still there?
Mrs Kolbein?!
I have one last thing to tell you.
I'm very sorry to inform you...
that you've been pranked, bitch!
Oh... fuck! Whoo!
Yes!
Oh, so much blood!
Argh!
Wait a minute, you got her audio, right?
"I hope my little girl is okay!"
"No... no, I just wanna see my daughter."
Woo!
That is how we do it. Seriously, people.
All right, click me some likes...
and let's make this bitch go viral!
This is Prankmonkey 69... out!
( ROCK MUSIC PLAYING )
¶ Like how mi have twenty two inna mi somethin ¶
¶ Ten haffi use so mi get di next dozen fool ¶
¶ Anytime they ready punahussy start war ¶
¶ See who now fi spread it out more pon di tar ¶
¶ My style is di bom digi bom di ¶
¶ Deng di deng digigi you you ¶
¶ Carubuano peer with di digi bom di deng di deng digigi ¶
What's up, pussies?
¶ My style is di bom digi bom di ¶
¶ Deng di deng digigi you you ¶
I think she actually believed us for a second.
¶ Deng di deng digigi you you ¶
¶ Punahussy siddung and a watch how man a live ¶
¶ Watch yah man a own a own roll big ¶
What the fuck, man?
The bitches don't care.
He's still trying to get her dumb ass out the door.
¶ Carubuano peer with di digi bom di deng di deng digigi ¶
So the camera's all set, I'm in Sam's bedroom. Yes.
Holy fuck, he's...
¶ My style is di bom digi bom di ¶
¶ Deng di deng digigi you you ¶
What the fuck, Sam?
Babe, I'm sorry.
All right, Brady... I told him, he's a frickin idiot.
Please, call me.
¶ My style is di bom digi bom di ¶
This is Prank Monkey 69, out!
¶ Carubuano peer with di digi bom di deng di deng digigi ¶
( MUSIC ENDS )
( SOFT MUSIC PLAYING )
¶ When your legs don't work like they used to before ¶
¶ And I can't sweep you off of your feet ¶
¶ Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love ¶
¶ Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks ¶
¶ And darling I will be loving you till we're 70 ¶
¶ And baby my heart could still fall as hard at 23 ¶
¶ And I'm thinking about how ¶
¶ People fall in love in mysterious ways ¶
¶ Maybe just the touch of a hand ¶
¶ Well me I fall in love with you every single day ¶
¶ I just wanna tell you I am ¶
( PHONE RINGS )
Hello?
( SIGHS )
Okay, I'm hanging up in about two seconds...
Argh! Yes! I got you! Shit!
Got you! Argh! Shit!
You're such a dick, Brady!
Oh, yeah, and you are a giant pussy.
Ugh, okay? Which makes us a perfect match, get over here.
Yeah, that's right, baby. Oh, stop.
Oh! Show me what you got. Work with me, bitch!
Look, man, stop. I'm not in the mood right now.
Oh, trouble in paradise, I see.
No, a little privacy. Please?
Shit, dude.
You and Peyton are like "done" done?
Apparently, it's complicated.
Which means I have no idea what's going on...
and she won't talk to me.
That is a fucking bummer, bro.
But look on the bright side.
Yeah, I'm listening. This should be genius.
All right.
Your parents are out of town for the weekend.
You have the house to yourself and you are suddenly single.
No, I'm not single.
And ready to mingle.
We need to get a party going up in here right now.
What? That's not gonna happen, man.
Besides, I have a history paper due Monday.
That's what Sunday nights and caffeine are for.
All right, stop! Let's go out.
I know a place that doesn't card.
Not in the mood for that kinda scene right now.
You're spilling the beer. Who gives a shit?
Fine. Plan B. I think you're up to plan C now.
I don't care what you call it, just trust me.
This one's a winner. Oh, yeah?
Can't wait to hear it.
Okay, stay in, get wasted.
Grab the beer.
Take the motherfucking beer.
And er... maybe make some prank calls?
Agh!
Honestly, dude, if I don't finish this paper I'm about to...
Then life will go on. Fuck it, man.
You really... you've got a serious case...
of I'm a pussy-itis right now.
And good time Brady is here with the cure.
All right, fine.
One beer and a movie all right, but I'm not doing prank calls.
Last time we did that shit... Was amaze-balls!
And when Prank Monkey gets here, you're gonna shut the fuck up.
Whoa, hold on! What happened to just you and me?
When you've Prank Monkey 69 in the house.
Dude is a genius at this.
Dude, you cannot be inviting people over, all right?
If my parents...
Your parents are too busy banging each other...
in some cheap hotel room, to care what you're doing tonight.
Okay, thanks. Thanks for the image, you sick fuck!
Do you think your mom blows your dad?
She seems like a giver to me. You are in for it!
Oh, Mrs Fuller! Oh, your titties are so huge!
Agh! Ha-ha!
Turn it off.
Besides, Prank Monkey probably won't even show.
Little fucker hasn't texted me back all day.
Please do not be inviting anyone else...
and forget about making prank calls, all right...
that shit is absolutely not happening.
What's that guy's name across the street?
The one whose dog craps on your lawn all the time?
No, dude, not on my street. Dude, he deserves it.
Besides you need a reaction shot.
You wanna see him freak out, right?
It's Larry, but please... Ju... ju... just...
PEYTON (OVER PHONE): Ginelle's Pizza, Peyton speaking.
How can I help you?
Oh, there's a lot of ways you can help me, honey.
PEYTON (OVER PHONE): Well, that may be, sir, but...
Asshole, not Ginelle's man, hang up!
Shh!
Starts and ends with taking your order.
I'm gonna need one large pepperoni to 1357 Ashton Lane.
PEYTON (OVER PHONE): Your name please?
Larry and hey, you uh, bring that pie over here yourself.
Oh! I guarantee you a real big tip.
PEYTON (OVER PHONE): Yeah, 45 minutes.
Yes! Are you kidding?
Relax, you have caller ID blocked.
Well, you had to order from Peyton?
When she finds out it's a prank from right across the street...
she's gonna know it was me.
Isn't it innocent until proven guilty?
I am guilty.
Then just do what I do, deny, deny, deny.
All right, all right, all right.
Let's get this shit started.
Uh, sir, this is Sergeant Whetherly from Highway Patrol.
Your number was listed as an emergency contact.
Was your wife Brenda?
But last night was so much fun.
Why are you pretending not to know me?
Is it the wife? Is she there? Lemme talk to her.
There was a pile up on the 118. Multiple vehicles.
MAN (OVER PHONE): No, there must be a mistake.
Brenda went to the movies. She was nowhere near the 118.
Obviously you're in shock.
I'm gonna pass you off to a grief councilor...
who can help you onto the next step.
My condolences, sir.
MAN (OVER PHONE): Are you telling me she's dead?
Uh, that's right. I, I, I...
I said cancer, um...
dick cancer, in fact.
You do have a life insurance policy, right?
Maybe that could be a silver lining?
MAN (OVER PHONE): What the hell are you talking about?
I thought you were supposed to be a grief counselor?
I'm serious, man, you owe me for two keys of blow.
If I ain't got that cash tomorrow...
we're gonna have a serious problem here.
Well, my daughter is as sure as shit pregnant...
and she says that you're the one that put that...
that demon seed inside of her.
MAN (OVER PHONE): It couldn't be me I'm a virgin, I swear.
Oh my god!
Busted, you fucking liar, Thornton!
I knew he didn't bang Christie.
Yeah! Ah!
MAN (OVER PHONE): Hang on, there's somebody at my door.
She's here! Brenda's alive! She's okay.
Is that you, Brady Mannion?
Oh, I'm gonna beat the shit out of you!
Asshole, you hear me or what?
MR LEE (OVER PHONE): Are you having fun?
A little bit, yeah, how about you?
MR LEE (OVER PHONE): Not yet, but I have a feeling...
that's about to change.
What you got, big plans tonight?
MR LEE (OVER PHONE): It's all one big joke to you, isn't it?
These phone calls you make?
You must feel so powerful, sitting there on your couch...
laughing at the embarrassment and pain you cause.
Yeah, it's pretty funny, yeah.
MR LEE (OVER PHONE): Maybe it's time for someone like me...
to come over there and wipe that smug grin off your face.
Okay. Well, uh, how about when you get here, you suck my dick!
I guess some people really don't like getting pranked.
Oh, dude, pizza time, come on!
You don't happen to have Larry's number do you?
Why? Let's take this shit up a notch.
( PHONE RINGING )
LARRY (OVER PHONE): What? Hello?
Well, hi-dee-ho there, neighbor.
This is uh... uh... Brad Gunderson from over on Elm Street.
I'm with neighborhood watch, don't you know?
LARRY (OVER PHONE): Okay, so I care why?
Well we've had a bit of mischief in our happy hood lately.
You know, teenagers and the like pretending to be, uh...
gas company workers and even pizza delivery boys.
You know, they knock on the door and see if anyone's home...
and if no one answers, they rob the place.
LARRY: (OVER PHONE): Well, holy shit.
I got a pizza guy on my front porch right now.
And you didn't order one?
LARRY (OVER PHONE): Hell, no.
Oh, dear. That's a pickle, for sure.
Uh, just stay calm and... And, uh, call the police.
LARRY (OVER PHONE): I know how to take care...
of assholes like this, don't worry.
[BRADY] Shit, is that Mosley?
[SAM] What?
Dude, do you think Lar... what do you think Larry's gonna do?
Hey, hey! You wanna find out what...
[SAM] Holy shit, dude, dude, he's got a bat!
Yes!
Oh, my god!
Yeah, take the pizza and stick it up your ass!
Oh my god.
Yeah, ah.
Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck! Get down, oh, shit!
Do you think he saw us?
Not sure. ( KNOCKING ON DOOR )
[MOSLEY] I know you're in there, Fuller, come on!
( KNOCKING CONTINUES )
Fuller!
What?
Shit's not funny, Brady. The guy had a fucking bat.
I was about to knock his old ass out!
Your skinny ass ain't gonna knock nobody out.
Don't test me, man, I'm serious.
What are you gonna do?
You're such a dick, you know that?
Aw. You're lucky I'm working.
Oh, he's working.
And my fucking asshole manager's docking my pay for these...
so, great.
Ah, fuck that, we'll take it.
All right, cool.
Hey, how's Peyton tonight?
Oh, come on, man, don't ask me.
I wanna know if she's doing all right.
She seems fine.
We're really busy, man. I gotta roll.
Hey.
Quit stressing, let's eat.
I really am sorry about what's going on with you and Peyton.
Yeah. We'll figure it out.
And I know like Peyton is obviously like...
the hottest girl you're ever gonna be with.
Like ever.
So, it's gonna sting extra hard.
And you're still a dick.
Yeah? Semper Fi, bitch!
Dude!
The Marines?
Hoo-ah! Ship out right after graduation.
But wait, what about film school?
Dude, have you seen my grades?
Nah, man.
No, my only options are working with my dad...
or getting as far away from here as possible.
Shit!
Man, your parents, they must have freaked.
That is gonna be one bomb going off in the Mannion house...
and I am in no hurry to light that fuse.
You haven't even told them yet?
And honestly, it's gonna break my mom's heart.
But I really think this'll be good for me.
It'll really give me a chance to prove myself to them.
You know?
Damn, man.
Well, you know I'm always gonna be here, right?
No matter what.
Brothers for life. Brothers for life.
( MUSIC PLAYING )
( PHONE RINGS )
No, dude, it might be my parents!
Hello?
MR LEE (OVER PHONE): You're not the one...
I was speaking to before.
I'm sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about.
MR LEE (OVER PHONE): The one who told me to suck his dick.
Er, actually that was me. Got your lips all primed, buddy?
MR LEE (OVER PHONE): Where does that vile hate...
you spew come from?
Do you have Mommy issues?
Daddy issues?
Maybe I should speak to them and find out?
Yo, ass-clown, listen up!
MR LEE (OVER PHONE): Aren't you curious why I'm calling?
Why I've chosen you?
Your night is about to get very exciting.
So I suggest you pay attention and no matter what...
don't hang up.
Now you're just making me do it.
( BEEPS OFF )
( PHONE RINGS )
Fuck him! Let's just watch a movie.
( RINGING CONTINUES )
( PHONE RINGS )
Okay.
So we've been trying to watch a movie, but this ass-humer...
has been calling non-stop for the last hour.
Yo, tiny dick, give it up already.
MR LEE (OVER PHONE): That was very rude of you...
to hang up on me.
How did you even get this number?
MR LEE (OVER PHONE) You should know...
I have a lot more than your phone number.
Dude, just give it up already. We're done with you.
MR LEE (OVER PHONE): Actually we're just getting started...
Brady.
What did you say?
MR LEE (OVER PHONE): Brady Mannion.
That's you, right? You live at uh, 437 Oak Street.
I love the American flag out front.
But right now, you're at Sam Fuller's house...
1358 Ashton Lane.
Honestly, sir...
MR LEE (OVER PHONE): Oh, it's sir now, is it?
Did you say sir to the others you called tonight?
Like your neighbor Larry?
Who the hell are you?
MR LEE (OVER PHONE): You'll find out soon enough.
When we're face-to-face.
For now, you can call me Mr Lee.
Why do you even care who we called, like what we said?
MR LEE (OVER PHONE): Don't you want the attention?
Well, that's why you post your little videos online, isn't it?
So the world can see how clever you are.
Well tonight I'm gonna give you...
all the attention you deserve.
( BANGING ON DOOR )
( BANGING CONTINUES )
Get ready. 1... 2...
Argh!
[PEYTON] What the hell? Oh my god, are you okay?
Are you guys drunk?
A little bit, yeah. Wanna join?
No, what I want is to deliver this pizza...
and not hear from you guys.
So, did you guys cook up this plan with Mosley...
to get me over here?
What are you talking about?
He texted saying he was sick right after he left here...
which means I'm stuck on deliveries...
and then all of a sudden, you order another pizza.
No, we didn't order this pizza. Would I do that to you?
You already did it once tonight.
Hang on, hang on. Can we... can we maybe talk?
Sam, no, not now.
Five minutes. Just you and me, upstairs in private.
Oh god, anchovies... what a dick move!
Okay. 5 minutes.
[SAM] No, I know, it's not my fault.
Brady cranked this guy for...
[PEYTON] So you have no responsibility here?
[SAM] No.
Well, I mean, I mean yeah, but...
I have to get back.
Wait, hold on, hold on. We're not finished.
Sam.
Why are you in such a hurry?
[PEYTON] I can't do this right now. I'm... sorry.
I shouldn't have come up here.
Please do not say that.
( PHONE RINGS )
Sorry.
Fuck.
Hey, we will talk, but Mosley really did screw me...
by walking on his shift and I need this job.
What now, dick head?
Classy as always, Brady.
Yeah?
Well, this is the dong merchant that ordered the anchovy pizza..
And made you drive all the way out here.
Wait, don't leave yet. Come on.
[BRADY] What dickface?
You guys are busy... apparently.
MR LEE (OVER PHONE) So that was the lovely Miss Peyton was it?
I can see why you like her.
What did you say?
MR LEE (OVER PHONE): She seems a little upset, though.
Trouble in paradise, Sam?
Look, I don't know who the hell you are...
but this has gone on long enough, all right?
You need to stop this right now.
MR LEE (OVER PHONE): I'm afraid that's not an option.
Yes, it is!
All right, we're done with your bullshit!
You know, I'm hanging up for good.
MR LEE (OVER PHONE): Go ahead, but if you do...
be prepared to reap the consequences.
( BEEPS OFF )
Dude, I'm telling you, he's probably just some 400-pound...
nerd with too much computer equipment for his own good.
I don't know, man, this guy seems to know about stuff.
No, dude, he's whacking off right now...
in his mom's basement at the thought of us being scared.
Forget him.
What's wrong with Peyton?
Still not talking.
So... no details?
About what's bugging her. Nothing?
Nope. She said we'll talk later.
Okay.
( PHONE VIBRATES )
Shit.
Motherfucker. Sam, come here. Check this out.
"Next time it rings, you'd better answer. Don't test me."
How does he have your cell phone number?
He has both our addresses, plus he knew Peyton was here.
Maybe he called Ginello's to ask her.
Shit.
Dude, this is not funny.
Ginello's. Think about it.
What?
Who would know that Peyton's doing deliveries...
has both our addresses and loves making prank calls?
Mosley.
Called in sick, my ass.
You saw how pissed he was when he left the house.
He even said it. Yeah, he said, don't test me.
Shit, dude, you're right.
( PHONE VIBRATES )
Great, he's using POPShot now. Gonna send us a dick pick.
What the hell?
"Not Mosley... guess again."
How does he know what we said?
Dude, what is this picture?
No idea. ( PHONE VIBRATES )
Is that a person in a chair?
Yeah, it could be, it's kind of...
No, no, shit, dude.
No, no, that looked like someone was tied up or something.
Okay, this is getting really weird, dude.
This is definitely beyond Mosley.
( PHONE RINGS )
MR LEE (OVER PHONE): You're right, Sam.
This is definitely beyond Mosley.
( PHONE VIBRATES )
Oh... holy shit!
What is it?
My parents.
Why the hell are you doing this?!
MR LEE (OVER PHONE): Aren't we still having fun?
Don't you like my surprise?
I went through a lot of trouble...
to make tonight special for all of us.
Son of a bitch. I swear to god...
MR LEE (OVER PHONE): You're not the one in control here, Brady.
I am!
So if you want your parents to live, you will not hang up.
You'll stay on the line and do as I s...
What the fuck are you doing? He said don't hang up!
Brady, Brady, calm down! He's at your house, all right?
Your parents are tied up in your own living room.
I saw the clock and I saw the chairs they were sitting on.
Listen, we call 911 and they'll get to this guy...
before he can do anything.
( PHONE RINGS )
Trust me.
Okay, just do it!
Come on, come on.
MR LEE (OVER PHONE): 9-1-1.
Hi, yeah, we need your help right away.
MR LEE (OVER PHONE): What's your emergency?
A fucking psycho has my parents!
MR LEE (OVER PHONE): Please calm down, speak clearly...
and don't use profanity.
He's gonna fucking kill them! Send the goddamn cops!
Brady, stop!
MR LEE (OVER PHONE): Son, I won't ask you again.
Control your language or I can't help you.
Are you fucking kidding me?!
Listen, just send a police car right away, all right?
The guy is in the house with them.
MR LEE (OVER PHONE): Can you describe the suspect?
No, we don't know, but psycho covered the house in plastic.
( CHUCKLES )
MR LEE (OVER PHONE): That's right, Brady.
You have no idea what I look like.
And yet I know everything about you.
Gimme your phone now.
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on!
MR LEE (OVER PHONE): Afraid it's not gonna be that easy.
Oh shit! Shit, shit!
Wait, wait, where are you going?
I don't know.
Just er next door 'cause... just anywhere to use another phone.
( PHONE VIBRATES ) Brady, wait, stop!
What?!
He's watching us.
What?
( LAPTOP RINGS )
What do you want?
MR LEE (OVER PHONE): You like manipulating people, don't you?
Playing god.
Well, tonight I'm giving you boys the ultimate power.
You get to decide who lives and who dies.
Oh, my god.
Oh, my god, who is that?
No.
MR LEE (OVER PHONE): Prank Monkey 69.
Say goodbye to your audience for the last time.
No! No! No!
Stop it now!
Stop it!
MR LEE (OVER PHONE): How many clicks do you think...
Prank Monkey will get for this video?
That little fun was recorded yesterday.
A warm-up for tonight's live main event.
( DOOR SLAMS )
( LOUD BANG )
What the hell was that?
( PHONE VIBRATES )
No. Please. Argh!
Why do that? Why?
( LOUD BANG )
Son of a bitch, he's here.
Mosley's either at the back door or upstairs.
( LOUD THUD )
That was definitely upstairs.
Brady... it's okay.
I'll go.
( RAIN FALLING )
MR LEE (OVER PHONE): I knew you'd be the one...
to stay, Brady.
Not quite the boy scout that Sam is, are you?
But then again, that's what I'm counting on...
because I have a deal for you.
One that will let your parents and you escape tonight alive.
Do you wanna hear it?
You'll need to give me something in return.
A life for a life.
( LOUD THUD )
Son of a bitch. Brady! Brady!
Mosley's at the back door. He's at the back door!
Brady! Brady, he's at the back door!
Fuck!
Come on!
( DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING )
Mosley! Mosley!
Mosley. Mosley?
No. Come on.
Mosley's still alive, Brady!
Brady! Brady!
Brady.
Brady, help!
Stay with me.
Brady help me!
Hold on. Don't... please.
I'm taking it off. I'm taking it off. I'm taking off.
No! No! No! No!
No, no, no, no!
No! No, no, no, no!
( SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING )
Please stay with me, please?
No. No.
Bra... Brady. Brady. Brady.
Close the door.
What?
Close the fucking door!
( SOMBER MUSIC CONTINUES )
( OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING )
I can't stay here.
( PHONE RINGS )
Do not answer that.
Hello?
Hey! Hey, put it on speaker, so I can...
No. I can't.
Put it on speaker, goddamn it, now!
He's gone, okay?
Yeah, he told you something. What was it?
He said it's time to decide who lives and who dies.
What the fuck does that mean?
I don't know.
We should run, Sam.
You and me.
This is our chance.
Yeah, and he's gonna kill your parents.
Like he said, it's a choice.
Us or them.
They would want us to save ourselves.
Wouldn't your parents?
We have to try. I mean, there's gotta be a way outta this.
What did that guy say on the phone?
Nothing.
You're lying, tell me the truth.
If we stay here, we're gonna die, too.
Come on.
( LOUD STATIC ON TV )
Wait, wait, wait, that's my house.
Whatever it is, it's bullshit, just don't watch.
Yeah, but what if that's a live shot?
What if he's out there waiting for us?
No, no, no, no, no.
She's not there, I can't see her.
Oh, my god. You son of a bitch!
No.
Look, we have to get out. Now, Sam!
Is that what he told you?
Did you know he went after Peyton?
You did, man, you knew!
What, you expect me just to walk away from them?
This is the only way you and I both make it out of this.
No, man, you're not leaving! Stop!
Come on.
No, dude, we have to save them. Listen to me.
Agh!
Fuck him and fuck you!
They could be dead for all we know.
No, Brady, stop you're not leaving!
Get off!
( HIGH-PITCHED RINGING )
Brady! Brady.
Brady, come on, wake up! Brady, wake up, come on!
No, Peyton! Peyton!
[SAM] Oh, my god!
Peyton, can you hear me?
It's gonna be all right, I promise to you I'm gonna...
No! Hey, come back!
Okay.
Please, what can I do to make you let her go?
Tell me!
In order to save Peyton...
you'll need to give me something in return.
I'll let her go... if you kill Brady.
A life for a life.
I offered Brady the same chance to save himself...
and his parents.
He tried to save you, instead.
He begged you to leave, but you stopped him.
I wonder if his choice would be different now?
Of course, you can walk out the door any time you want...
you'll be free.
But everyone else dies.
Time to decide what's more important...
yourself or the people you love.
( EERIE MUSIC FADES UP )
Dude, dude, come on. Ah, come on.
Ah... ah.
I'm sorry, but you can't leave.
Let me outta this right now. Right now!
Ugh! Fuck!
Ugh! You asshole!
Lemme loose! Lemme loose!
If you leave now, your parents, they're dead, all right?
Peyton is dead.
So if this is what it takes to keep you here, then fine.
Fine.
Just... let me out of this.
We'll figure it out together.
No.
I can't risk you making a break for the door.
What the fuck are you gonna do to save them?
I don't know, man, but what are we supposed to do, huh?
What, take him up on his offer?
Yeah, he made me the same deal.
Your life for mine and Peyton's.
And you fucking believe him?
I don't know what to believe right now.
This guy's doing all of this for a reason, man...
and we have to figure out what it is.
[BRADY] Oh, my god.
Sam, dude, come on, help me out.
Get me out of this, okay? He's in the house.
Come on, man! Come on.
( HIGH-PITCHED SHRIEKING )
¶ Hush little baby don't say a word ¶
¶ Papa's gonna buy you a mocking bird ¶
¶ And if that mocking bird won't sing ¶
¶ Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring ¶
Will you send Daddy this video tonight?
[MOTHER] Sure. Go on.
Okay. I miss you, Daddy.
Can't wait till you get back home...
and I love you 'til the end of time.
What?
I got a friend request earlier.
[SAM] It's the same user from his POPShot. The picture.
Dude, it's that girl he just showed us.
Holy shit.
It's photos of us.
Mosley, Prank Monkey, Peyton.
Man, some of these pictures are from at least 6 months ago.
This one's from last summer.
He's been watching us for almost a year?
Why?
I don't know, but hold on, there's a video here.
It says, Peyton Video 3.
Oh, shit... no, that's from my computer, Sam.
Sam, don't watch that okay. I, I, I... Sam!
Sam!
Look, I don't even know how the fuck he got it, it's just...
Fuck! Come on!
Happy birthday to you!
Okay, hurry, no wax.
I don't think I can keep doing this.
We should talk to him about what happened.
Wait, why?
It'll ruin our friendship.
You wouldn't do that to me, would you?
I... I don't know, Brady.
How can I not talk to him about it?
Where's my other shoe?
What the hell is this, Brady?
What?
Did you...
Did you record us having sex?
[PEYTON] Oh, my gosh.
This is not fucking funny, Brady!
[BRADY] It's not that...
[PEYTON] How could you violate me like this?
[BRADY] It's not that big a deal...
I mean, you came over here to be slutty anyway.
[PEYTON] Fuck you, Brady! Fuck you!
Have you done this before?
No, no, I swear...
Oh, my god! Fuck!
[PEYTON] We are so done!
[BRADY] Oh, Peyton, come on!
[PEYTON] Don't you dare get up!
Don't ever speak to me again. Don't even acknowledge me.
( DOOR SLAMMING ON TV )
You know what, fine, go, slut!
[PEYTON] Fuck you, Brady!
Yeah, always got my number two camera in the corner.
Ah, get that pussy, yeah.
You fucking dick!
What was that, huh?
You're supposed to be my best friend.
What happened to brothers for life?
Me? Fu...
What about her?
She's the one that cheated on you.
What was that, huh?
What was that? Tell me.
Fuck you!
Agh.
( RAIN FALLING )
( SPITS )
I wanna see Peyton right now!
I wanna know she's still alive!
[MR LEE] Don't worry, she's perfectly safe.
Yeah, well let me talk to her, you asshole! I want proof.
If you really want to see her, then you'll do what I asked.
Come on, Sam.
I can tell you want to. It must be very tempting.
Punish him to save her.
I'll gladly let Peyton go as soon as you...
give Brady what he deserves.
Wouldn't that feel good right now...
considering what he's done to you?
Please, just... will you listen to me really quick...
You need to shut up!
This is what he wanted the whole time.
To turn us against each other.
What about Brady's parents?
If I do what you say, what happens to them?
[MR LEE] I get what I want.
I suppose you can be their savior, too.
( DRAMATIC MUSIC FADES UP )
Where are you right now, Mr Lee?
I wanna see you and Peyton on the screen right now...
before I do anything.
Wait, why, what is it?
The video isn't live, man...
the clock on the wall is almost two hours behind.
( PHONE RINGS )
( RINGING CONTINUES )
( BEEPS ON )
What did you do with my parents?
MR LEE (OVER PHONE): You're in no position...
to ask questions, Brady.
Seems to me, Sam's the one in control.
So, what'll it be, Sam?
Last chance.
No, Sam, please, no. No, no, no, no no, no, no!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
I'm done with this bullshit.
Okay, that is enough, all right?
Your little game to turn us against each other...
to hurt each other, it is not gonna happen.
All right, I'm not going to do it.
Now, turn the video back on in real time.
I wanna see Peyton and I wanna see Brady's parents right now!
MR LEE (OVER PHONE): I'm sorry, boys.
I haven't been entirely honest with you.
In fact... you've been pranked.
[BRADY] Yo, tiny dick, give it up already.
[MR LEE] That was very rude of you to hang up on me.
[BRADY] Dude, just stop, we're done with you.
[MR LEE] Actually, we're just getting started, Brady.
[BRADY] What did you say?
[MR LEE] Brady Mannion, that's you, right?
You live at 437 Oak Street.
Love the American flag out front.
[SAM] Honestly, sir...
[MR LEE] Oh, it's sir now, is it?
Did you say, "sir" to the others you called tonight...
like your neighbor Larry?
[BRADY] Who the hell are you?
[MR LEE] You'll find out soon enough...
when we're face-to-face.
For now, you can call me...
Mr Lee.
No! Please, no, no, no!
Agh!
Brady.
Brady, get up!
( LOUD CLATTER )
( LOUD BANG )
Peyton's probably dead, too.
I'll stay and cover your back.
You go out the front, get as far away from here as you can...
and call for help.
No, no, no, I'm not leaving you alone.
Brothers for life, right?
Now, I screwed up.
Maybe this is my one chance to make it right.
Go... get the fuck out of here.
No man, I'm not leaving you alone.
All right, we can leave together.
Your parents are dead, right?
And you're right, most likely so is Peyton.
So, the best way to get to this guy is to escape now...
and we go to the police, okay?
Right.
( LOUD THUD )
( LOUD CLATTER )
Come on, come on.
Come on. Let's go.
( RAIN FALLING )
Okay, looks clear.
All right, let's hurry.
Brady, open up!
Brady get out here! You go.
Brady, open the fucking door! I'm not done here.
Brady, open that fucking door right this second!
Brady, please open the door.
Man, come on out here, come on.
( POUNDING ON DOOR )
Get the fuck out here, Brady!
( POUNDING CONTINUES )
Brady, I'm not kidding, get out here!
Damn it, Brady!
Peyton.
( EERIE MUSIC PLAYING )
( LOUD THUD )
Oh, my god.
Fuck! Okay, hold on!
Hold on, I've got you, all right?
You're safe. You're safe.
Come on, Peyton, come on.
You're safe.
I've got you, come on.
Let's go, all right?
[BRADY] Mosley?
Oh shit.
( DRAMATIC MUSIC FADES UP )
[BRADY] Agh! Agh!
Shit!
Listen to me, all right, you need to call the police...
then hide until they get here.
Trust me, you can do this.
All right?
Where is he?
[SAM] Brady?
Brady?
( DOOR SHUTS )
¶ Baby hush little baby ¶
¶ Hush little baby don't say a word ¶
( WHIRRING DOWN )
[SAM] Brady?
Brady?
( GLASS CRUNCHING )
Fuck.
[IZZY] I miss you, Daddy.
( LOUD SHRIEKING )
¶ Gonna buy you a mockingbird ¶
[PEYTON] Agh!
Peyton!
[SAM] Peyton!
( DRAMATIC MUSIC FADES UP )
Peyton!
Agh! Sam, watch out! Sam!
Agh!
( DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING )
Sam!
( MUSIC STOPS )
[SAM] I wanna see him.
[PEYTON] Are you okay?
I'm okay. I'm okay.
You're safe.
It's over now.
He can't hurt us anymore.
No!
No, no, Brady!
No, Brady!
[SAM] Brady, no!
Brady!
Brady, please!
Peyton... Peyton, get it off of him, please!
Brady, stay with me, man!
Brady, stay with me!
Okay, open your eyes!
Come on.
Brady, I'm sorry.
Brady, I love you, I'm sorry!
Brady, please!
Brady, come on!
Brothers for life.
[SAM] Come on, man!
Brady, I'm so sorry.
Brady.
I don't understand why you're doing this to us.
Why?
I'm simply returning the favor.
Payback for the night you and your friends called my house.
[PRANK MONKEY] Mrs Kolbein?
This is the police, ma'am, you need to listen to me.
Tell me what's happening.
[MRS KOLBEIN] Please, I can't hear anything.
[PRANK MONKEY] We're going in.
[PRANK MONKEY] No shot! No shot! He has the kid!
Agh!
Mrs Kolbein, do not leave that room!
The second suspect is coming for you!
Mrs Kolbein?
Are you still there?
Mrs Kolbein?
Izzy?
Izzy? Izzy?
( SOFT BANG )
No!
No! No!
( GUN FIRES )
We never meant to hurt anyone.
I'm sorry! But you did hurt people.
Agh!
No! Don't kill him, please!
[MR LEE] He has to understand.
He has to suffer.
The same way I have.
( DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING )
No!
( GUN FIRES )
( SOFT MUSIC PLAYING )
[PEYTON] Did you record us having sex?
What we're doing, it's wrong.
Did you record us having sex?
What we're doing, it's wrong.
Did you record us having sex?
What we're doing, it's wrong.
Did you record us having sex?
What we're doing, it's wrong.
Did you record us having sex?
What we're doing, it's wrong.
Did you record us having sex?
( EERIE MUSIC PLAYING )
( EERIE MUSIC CONTINUES )
( RAIN FALLING )
[SAM] No, Peyton, no!
No!
( SOFT MUSIC PLAYING ) No! No!
( SIRENS APPROACHING )
( HELICOPTER APPROACHING )
[POLICE OFFICER] Drop the weapon!
Drop the fucking gun, right now!
No!
[POLICE OFFICER] I'm only gonna say it one more time...
drop the fucking gun!
We have the suspect! I repeat, we have the suspect!
We need back-up!
Drop the goddamn gun right now, you son of a bitch!
( HELICOPTER HOVERING )
( DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING )
NEWS REPORTER (OVER TV) We are just receiving some...
incredible images from a Los Angeles suburb tonight...
where police are reporting a multiple homicide.
18-year-old Sam Fuller, enraged over an internet video...
depicting his girlfriend having sex with his best friend...
allegedly killed both of them...
and one of the victim's parents.
There are also reports of connections...
to a double homicide of two further teenagers...
who may have played a part in making the film.
Details are still emerging, but we...
( MUSIC CHANGES )
( DRAMATIC MUSIC FADES UP )
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