[inspirational music]
[rattling]
[gunshots]
["Skygods" by Can't Tell You]
♪ Just pray for me now ♪
♪ I'm keeping my feet on solid ground ♪
♪ I'm keeping my head up above the clouds ♪
♪ Pray for me now ♪
-♪ Just pray for me now ♪ -♪ Lay me down to sleep ♪
♪ Pray to Lord my soul to keep ♪
♪ Please keep my feet up on the concrete ♪
♪ I'll keep walking through the darkness ♪
♪ Long as you keep my body from dropping into a coffin ♪
-[continues on radio] -♪ Nobody hears me still, I keep talking ♪
♪ Head down and still I keep walking ♪
-♪ I pray loud but the devil keeps taunting ♪ -[deeply blows]
♪ I pray loud, but the devil keeps knocking... ♪
-Dad, look! I drew us. -What?
-[siren distantly wailing] -[ominous tone]
-Other side. -[chuckling] Oh. [loudly gasps]
-So beautiful! Look, that's me and that's you, and... -[chuckles]
...and the other-- Yes!
Oh, my God! I'm gonna hold on to this forever and ever.
You know, you deserve the world, sugar plum.
And I'm gonna give it to you.
I mean, big-ass house, toys, parties, friends!
You ready to go get it?
We're gonna go in there and scrounge up
our investment capital right now.
[kisses] Let's go get it.
♪ Well, the years pass by the tears are half dry ♪
-♪ You have to ask why they all praise to the sky ♪ -♪ Pray for me now ♪
[doorbell chimes]
-[light jazz music playing] -[bell chimes]
What do you want?
-Anything at all. -Ice cream!
Yes! Good choice!
All right, now listen, go grab a bunch,
but remember, do not turn around.
Got it?
Okay, baby. Use your hands.
[ominous tone]
-[gun cocks] -[muffled] Yo, open the register!
-Give me the fucking money! -[gunshot]
[airplanes rumbling]
[horns honking]
[indistinct chatter on PA]
[airplane rumbling]
[eerie, whimsical music]
[man on radio] Everybody, get a load of this one,
you're not gonna believe it.
From trailer park trash to Washington political trash.
No, no, no! Let's, let's hear it.
We can confirm Senator Bradley Weiner's stepdaughter,
Mary Sue Harper, has returned today home
following her massive scandal this week in Moscow.
The allegations? Sex, violent confrontations with authorities,
enough drugs to kill an elephant,
and guess who bailed her out again?
[scoffs] I mean, what business does she even have over there?
She's a spoiled brat, plain and simple.
Never thought of anything other than her own selfish desires
-and her own-- -Okay, that, that's enough.
-This story has-- -[radio beeps]
[music continues]
[man] Are you serious?
Just, uh, don't tell the big guy, huh?
[music increases]
[clattering]
[sighs] Carrie?
Yeesh!
[sighs]
Carrie! You home?
[music continues]
Got my stuff?
[door creaks]
[sighs]
[ethereal chiming]
[music resumes]
And the housekeeper pulls through again.
[deeply exhales]
[camera shutter clicks]
-[man] She's in her room, I think. -[chuckles] Nice.
-[camera shutter clicks] -Hey, you think I can hit it?
-I bet she puts out super easy. -[man chuckles]
[man] Careful. She's a druggie piece of shit, just like her real dad.
He was stabbed or shot, or what was it?
Stabbed 12 times in the face and neck.
-Pretty fucking sick, if you ask me. -How the fuck
-did you get down here? -[slurps and exhales] And I only put out
if you can punch me in the face. Hard.
All right? No pussy shit. I'm talking broken orbitals.
Okay? Send me to the next week. S-- scratch that, next fucking month.
Okay? You can rock me like that,
I'll let you photograph me however the hell you want. How's that for a deal?
["Matt Bennett" by Popstar Nima]
-[exhales] -Gandhi once said,
"Do what you love and you'll never work a day in your life."
-[deeply breathes] -And, well, it, it's a long story.
-[whooshing] -People call me spoiled, people call me entitled,
but I know where the anger comes from.
They're jealous. They're lucky if they can just barely scrape by
and pay their bills working some shit job.
Well, I'm lucky because my dad robbed a convenience store when I was seven.
-[shouts] Give me the fucking money! -[gunshot]
-[thudding] -[gasps] Fuck, man, I was just--
-[flesh squelching] -[yells]
♪ ...sitting on a dryer ♪
-♪ It's okay... ♪ -[Mary Sue] Cue my mom's slut face...
...her meeting Mayor Bradley Weiner at a fundraiser...
-[whooshing] -[bell tolling]
...Mayor Bradley Weiner becoming Senator Bradley Weiner...
-[whooshing] -[crowd cheering]
...and Senator Bradley Weiner freeing us from the tyranny of having to live real lives.
Look at me now, Dad! I get to have all your fun with none of the consequences, don't I?
-[snorting] -People say that Bradley only got married to further
his political goals or something.
And also that he's trying to get rid of me.
Like the time he sent me away to another country?
Or that I'm an abuse victim... [scoffs] whatever that means.
But again, that's just stupid people being stupid jealous.
-...great to see you-- -[Mary Sue] If I could use
one word to describe my stepdad...
-[inaudible chatter] -...it would be honest,
loyal, hard-working, and pure.
-[whooshing] -He's not the guy who says one thing and does another
behind closed doors. He lives his values.
I hope you vote for me in 20 years. Thank you, Mommy!
[Mary Sue] Being a senator's kid truly allows you to live your life
the way Gandhi would've wanted. Rules? Not my problem.
Money? Not my problem.
[chuckling] Problems? Not my fucking problem.
-[deeply inhales] And he'll never say it... -[splashing]
...but I know why he does it.
It's because he loves me.
I mean, I'm pretty sure he loves me.
The senator's stepdaughter attacked two photographers outside her home.
Inserting their own cameras up their anal cavities.
[indistinct shouting]
After she claimed that they, and I'd like to quote her on this...
..."Couldn't hit her in the damn face hard enough."
-[yells] -Get down there!
[Mary Sue] I mean, like, why wouldn't he love me?
Mary Sue Harper got kidnaped for a third time!
Another high profile scandal for Senator Weiner,
as the Navy SEALs are once again called in
-to rescue her on the taxpayer's dime. -[camera shutter clicks]
-[Mary Sue] He definitely loves me. -Mary Sue Harper...
-Mary Sue Harper was detained this afternoon. -[reporter 1] Mary Sue Harper...
-[reporter 2] Mary Sue Harper... -[reporter 1] ...has seduced the Prime Minister of Malaysia
and stolen his kidneys. She is a national...
[all] ...security risk.
[Mary Sue] Because, truth be told,
I would literally take a bullet for that man.
I need you to put a bullet in her.
["Matt Bennet" continues]
[clattering]
[ethereal chiming]
[gunshot]
-[news theme music playing] -[reporter] The waters are very choppy
as Senator Weiner looks to be
reelected for his fourth term.
His opponent, activist Anita Koch,
surges even further in the polls.
Many are claiming this to be the beginning of the end
of a long, hard road for Weiner.
Various analysts are looking at the data and making
-grim predictions for Weiner as his path to victory narrows. -Here you go, sir.
-Only two months ago, he was leading by double digits... -But--
-...and now that's... -Cut that into triangles. It's more sandwich that way.
Oh, of, of course, sir.
There's a lot of housekeepers I could go with, so don't make me regret buying American.
-I understand. Won't happen again. -...push in the coming week...
-Carrie. -[light ominous tone]
-...he will secure... -Triangles.
More sandwich.
Yes, sir. I understand.
Lucky I'm in a good mood tonight.
-[gunshots on video game] -[chiming on video game]
[Paige on phone] The thing is, you need to take control of your life, girl.
And he is never gonna let you do that.
You know, Paige, you're so fucking right.
God, I'm so happy to hear you finally say that.
Right? Like, he's weak!
-He is. And holding you back! -100%.
-[gunshots continue] -[chiming]
Like, sending you around the world to pick up bags of cash.
It's a power play, with all his foreign bribes.
What better way to make sure they know they're below him
than to make them hand the money over to someone he thinks is such a fuck up?
W-- wait, uh, who are you talking about?
Your stepdad?
What? No! Bradley's awesome!
Who did you think we were talking about?
[scoffs] Those fucking losers who couldn't punch me
-in the face hard enough. -What?
It's like, just go for it, you know?
Like, if I give you full permission, why you gotta hold back?
-What? -You know, Paige, thanks for talking this through.
-Really needed your support. -[chiming continues]
[knocks on door]
-[door creaking] -Your stepfather's coming.
[whimsical, suspenseful music]
[mouthing]
It's time to check in on her.
-What's the price today? -U-- um, skim, whole, 2%, or organic?
Whole.
It's, uh, it's, uh, it's, uh, $4.38 a gallon.
Uh, com-- co-- come in!
-[door opens and creaks] -[suspenseful tone]
-[whispers] Shit! [grunts] -[clattering]
Mary Sue, on the bed. Janine, let's have a word.
This doesn't go there.
Uh, my adorable little girl. You've always been so faithful and supportive.
You've been my greatest champion, and I'll never forget it.
Thanks, Bradley. You know how much I love you. [chuckles]
And I... love
u--nique gifts.
Which is why we got you a very unique and special gift.
We've been eagerly anticipating your trip tomorrow.
Six months gone in a flash, and now here you are,
off to one of your big, important jobs.
[sighing] Yeah, I always do feel a strange urge to go back.
[light quirky music]
What the hell's going on?
[suspenseful tone]
Oh, uh, and I did wanna mention, um, one other small,
tiny, little loose end.
[clicks tongue] About two years ago,
I brokered a deal with Vladyslav Volkov.
[ominous tone]
It was a smart deal at the time. It got Mary Sue
into the boardroom at his banana farm,
she didn't have to do diddly squat.
And it got him a steady stream of American intel and influence.
You know, the whole shebang.
Did you just say... Russian banana farm?
Well, Volkov wants her back in Russia soon.
Yeah, so that's one more little critical reason
we need... [chuckling] to just make sure she's out of this picture.
-No Mary Sue, no scandals in Siberia. -Ah.
But, but Russian banana farm?
Well-- uh--
This Vladyslav Volkov guy
is one serious badass psychopath.
He's smart and he's unpredictable.
So that is why this job has to be so clean,
you could eat off it.
So, when the accusations go flying,
all those nosy little faces are looking everywhere...
...but this guy.
[laughs]
[ominous tone]
What the hell's going on?
One plane ticket to Moscow.
-Hmm. -[Bradley] And...
One reservation, completely off the grid,
to help you get better!
That, um, whole rehab thing?
Yeah. That was, uh,
that was Janine's idea, I, I would've said no--
[Knox] Well, except the girl's never gonna make it back
-to Russia in the first place. -[chuckling] Exactly.
-Are you fucking kidding me? [sighs] -You have a bright future!
You are practically American royalty.
If you guys wanted to get me some kind of special gift,
-you could've gotten me a-- t-- Fuck, I don't know, a stripper! -What?
Like a gigolo in some tight leather pants or something.
-You need to find a calling in life outside of... -[sighs]
-...outside of your vices. -Or you could find solace in drinking and dancing,
partying and vodka in Moscow.
Sure that's the real reason you're compelled to go back there, isn't it?
I know it.
Look, I-- I'm not-- t-- this isn't... [sighs]
...I'm on my best behavior, okay?
I've got this under control.
We are doing this because we love you, Mary Sue.
[gentle music]
Right, Bradley?
Just listen to your mother.
[ominous music]
[Mary Sue echoing] How can I say "no" to you if this is what you want?
But I swear on all that is holy,
if you're really making me do this,
before I leave tomorrow, you will utter those three magical words,
"I love you," no matter what it takes.
[Bradley echoing] I fucking hate you with every goddamn fiber of my being.
[shakily breathing] But soon, all the pain will be over.
We'll be free. I'll be free!
Because after tonight... [chuckles] you will be as dead as a doornail.
No matter what it takes.
I'm so grateful! Thank you!
[Bradley] Uh--
[crickets chirping]
[grunts]
[deeply breathes]
[Bradley grunts]
[grunts]
Well, I know you wanna get up bright and early, you got that flight to catch.
Yeah, bright and early.
-Oh! I should probably give you that. -Yeah.
[sharply exhales]
Oh, okay. Um,
all right. Okay.
-[door creaks, closes] -[heavily sighs] Fuck.
[Bradley] So, then, I eat my triangle sandwich,
I text Volkov to expect Mary Sue the very next day,
and that I have full intention of continuing our relationship.
I say good night to my wife, kiss her on the cheek,
and head out for an evening with the guys.
-[inaudible chatter] -[Wes] Yeah, 'cause this campaign
has been long and he deserves it.
So, it happens, that's-- you know, when he's, he's gone.
Is the team ready?
[clicks tongue] Ah, the Steiners. Yeah, they're sick this week.
-[sighs] -COVID.
[ominous music]
-But I got a golden boy. -I really wanted the Steiners.
-He really wanted the Steiners. -He wants one guy.
It's quieter. It's more maneuverable
for a high class job like this.
-Yeah. Go on. -[laughs]
So, his birthday's in three weeks. Do I,
-do I, do I get him something tonight, or... -[gunshots on video game]
-...shit, do I even have time? -[dramatic music on video game]
Or, uh, or, or, or I could get him a stripper,
'cause who wouldn't be into that, but--
[sighs] Wait, nah, Mom would hate that.
-[explosions on video game] -Shit. Uh, I could get him, uh--
-[Paige] What the hell are you talking about? -[scoffs]
For Bradley to open up to me before I go back to Russia.
-Oh, the banana farm gig? -Uh, yeah.
-Plus, uh, something else. -[gunshots]
-God damn it! That's not fair! -[chiming]
[man on game laughs] Suck my dick, lady!
Choke on my fucking chode, you little dipshit!
-[crunches] -$3.77 for 2%.
-$3.77. -Mom...
-$3... [muttering] -...why are guys, like, obsessed with their dicks?
It's like everything just boils down to that one thing.
Happy dick, angry dick, confused dick.
[mumbling] Oh, were you studying your milk thing?
Honey, I think, um, it would really mean a lot to him
if you took your treatment seriously.
It's gonna be hard at first, yeah,
but it's what's best for the campaign.
[gentle music]
That's what's most important.
[deeply exhales]
[softly] How do I help him with this campaign?
That's what he wants from me,
that's how I break through to him.
[deeply breathes]
[light melancholic music]
[deeply exhales]
[choking, groaning]
[ominous music]
[echoing whispering]
[music increases]
[exhales, whispers] Fuck.
[ominous music]
[Knox] Gentlemen, I'm giving you Cable Henry.
[echoing screaming]
[blades ringing]
Certified genius at birth.
Admitted to Mensa by the age of seven.
Full ride scholarships to Harvard, Yale, and MIT.
And he gave it all up for a blood lust.
[laughing] And I'm really glad that he did,
because he's able to use his genius in other ways.
Like getting rich killing folk.
-[chuckles] -[Knox] Cable Henry knows
at least a thousand ways to kill a man
as painfully as possible.
I once saw him skin a man alive
with a plastic spoon. And the spoon never broke.
[suspenseful music]
-[gun cocks] -[gasps]
Who else?
[shakily] Uh, laundry, uh...
...bedroom upstairs.
Huh.
[distant footsteps]
[music increases]
[gasps, muffled screaming]
[Knox] It's gonna, it's gonna feel real.
[Bradley clears throat] Um, just... [sighs] I don't want them to get hurt.
Carrie, she's been with us for ten years, and...
...Janine... [sighs] I need her.
J-- could he just scare them?
[sighs] Just so hard, this part, really, it's really hard.
Maybe you'll find a way to justify it.
Say that it's Mary Sue's drugged out ex-boyfriend
or somebody who she owes money to,
or it could be that we kill two birds with one stone here.
Eliminate Mary Sue, and I also garner the sympathy vote.
Janine must remain in the dark. She always does.
My honest philosophy?
There are two kinds of people in the world.
Some people assume control, and some people... are controlled.
Yes.
[crashing and thudding]
[whooshing]
[deeply breathes]
[music continues]
[shouting] Oh, my God, no way!
Fuck yeah! [squeals excitedly] Just, just one second.
I, I gotta, I gotta go to the bathroom first.
You know, I mean, I just wanna freshen up, you know?
Not that I don't appreciate the-- Okay.
Oh-- oh. Oh! Yes, Daddy! [laughs]
Fucking hell! [indistinct mumbling, grunting]
Do you know who my stepdad is?
[laughing]
[heavy breathing, crying]
[Cable Henry mumbling]
[muffled whimpering, crying]
Mm! [giggles]
[crying]
[muffled] Mm!
[muffled speaking]
[shouting] Fucking what?
Do we have to do this in front of my mom?
Unless you'd be into it.
I mean, I didn't really think you liked this sort of thing,
but, hey, I'm not one to kink shame.
-[bang] -Fucking Christ.
[music continues]
I'm really gonna enjoy this.
Make sure she suffers...
...the way I've suffered.
[dramatic music]
-[thud] -[grunts]
[Janine crying]
-[sobbing] -[grunts]
-[grunting] -[splattering]
[sobbing]
-[thud] -[shouts]
Are you fucking kidding me?
Go hard! Please!
Fuck, did Bradley get you off fucking Craigslist or something?
[spectacles clatter]
-[yells] -[loud thud]
No, no, fuck, no! Do I need to show you?
[sighs] Like this.
-[sharp thud] -[flesh squelching]
-[thudding] -[Janine yelps, whimpers]
[panting]
[sighing] Oh, shit.
-[pop music playing on speakers] -[buzzing]
[patrons indistinctly speaking]
-Hello. -[Mary Sue] Uh, Bradley?
Mary Sue. Are you okay?
I killed the hooker.
[dramatic tone]
[eerie, whimsical music]
I'm telling you, consent is BDSM 101,
and, and you're right, it's fucked that he didn't get your consent,
but he definitely had that in mind when he was doing your restraints.
-Could've slipped out whenever you wanted. -No, we weren't getting out.
-How did you even do that? Punch him so hard. -[door opens]
[Mary Sue] Oh, Bradley! Thank God! Tell them the dude was here
-'cause you sent him for me. -Oh-- Yeah, yeah. Uh,
God, yeah! I didn't send any-- I mean, that's preposterou--
I mean-- never do such a thing, that's not--
H-- I'm-- thank God nobody got hurt!
[sighs] By any chance, did anyone call the police?
-[Carrie] We were going to, but then-- -Nah, fuck the cops.
Honey, please talk some sense into her!
[stutters] I-- th-- they-- they'll know it was an accident!
-Self-defense! -Do you mind? I'm--
-She's probably right. -Well, listen, I-- I just
don't think we should make any
-rash decisions-- -Shouldn't--
[Wes] Really, we have to think about the campaign.
Yeah, come on. Fuck the pigs!
[Janine] Are we sure about this? U--
W-- we need to know that we are safe.
Yeah, we're safe, we're safe!
-Safe. -Promise you, we're safe.
-[buzzing] -[whooshing]
[Janine] Oh, my God! What is happening?
-[whooshing] -Knox! Cable Henry is dead!
-There's gonna be hell to pay. -No way. Cable Henry is a legend.
-[thud] -This gotta happen tonight!
She cannot go to the airport tomorrow.
Call the Steiners now.
[Knox] I told you, the Steiners have COVID.
But are they sick-sick, or are they asymptomatic?
[sighs] All right, I'll make the call, okay?
I think they're close by, but they're gonna want
-a lot more money. -[Bradley] Pay them!
[cell phone beeps]
[ominous music]
Bradley...
-...let me do it. -You're my campaign manager.
-I can do it. You know I can. -It's too risky.
I fucking hate her so much.
[Bradley] Well, stop it, you're creeping me out.
[whooshing]
-I didn't do-- -Oh, my God!
-What is happening? -Is this part of the sex game?
-The what? The sex game? -Huh?
Bradley, tell them. You bought the hooker because you love me.
Wait. Oh, my God.
That guy wasn't a hooker, was he?
-[thudding and crashing] -[man shouts] Shut the fuck up... [continues indistinctly]
-[Janine screaming] Oh, God! -[man] Now! Do not fucking move!
[Knox] The Steiners. Oh, my God, the Steiners.
[Bradley] Have them take us all hostage.
[Knox] Plausible deniability.
I like it. They're there for you.
[Wes] And then, after she's dealt with,
the brave senator finally negotiates a peaceful resolution.
[dramatic music]
-[Knox] Six cousins, a combined 18 tours of duty. -[gunshots]
All they've ever known is kill or be killed.
So why not keep killing?
Because their leader, Chet Steiner,
-is a monster. -[hissing]
[gasps]
[groaning]
Fuck! [heavily breathing]
[Cher groaning]
[grunts]
-[crunching] -[growls, yells]
-[rock music] -[gunshots]
[Chet] These are our demands.
You resign from office
or we kill everyone.
We don't fucking play games.
I'll be back in ten minutes for an answer.
-[Janine whimpers] Oh! -[Carrie] This is terrorism.
[Janine] Oh, what are we gonna do?
[Bradley] I've given my life for service,
and this is the reward I get.
Bradley, I-- I think you need to...
...come up with one of your brilliant speeches
and negotiate us out of this.
I mean-- but, I'm-- I-- Okay. Hmm. Uh--
-[light inspirational music] -All I ever wanted,
the poor and the sick, the rich and powerful
to find, uh, harmony, to find freedom,
to find a path that they can blaze...
...um, to the future.
If only they knew my heart...
...yes. Yes, uh, I don't even know, uh--
You're a man of such influence.
You, you give so much of yourself,
and the fact that people take that for granted,
-it's sickening! -Yeah.
[Mary Sue] I owe everything to you.
-[melancholic music] -From, from,
from partying in Rio de Janeiro to,
to my art commissions in Pyongyang to,
-to smoking crack with the mayor of Toronto. -Excuse me?
-[coughs] -I mean, not smoking crack with the mayor of Toronto.
Yeah, Mary Sue, about that whole rehab thing,
seriously, it wasn't me, I didn't have-- uh--
-there was nothing about it-- -It's about everything.
You are not dropping out of this race, Bradley.
You, you can't lose your voice.
You have far too many beautiful things to say.
Beautiful words, phrases,
three word phrases that you shower on those closest to you.
Uh...
...God bless America.
-Mm. -[Mary Sue] Close. But maybe,
may-- maybe if I prove it to you, huh?
Prove. Prove what?
[suspenseful tone]
-We fight! -Oh, absolutely not.
-[whimsical, dramatic music] -[mumbles] ...we stay right here, we, we stall--
-we jump out of a window. -Janine, no one's jumping out of a window!
-Fuck! -What do you mean, fight?
Uh, you know what? I'll just resign.
No, they'll be fucking dead
before I let that happen, Bradley, I promise you.
How do you suggest that we fight?
They are trained, they have machine guns!
I'm trained.
No, you're not.
But I have a 42% win rate in solo Battle Royale, Mom!
-Come on! -[Bradley] Can this really be?
All those years I fought video games,
I championed the regulations, and for good reason too.
The youth of America, the pure, innocent youth
being turned into heartless killers.
-I bet every terrorist out there plays Fortnite. -Yeah.
-That's why they're so organized. -No shit.
Mary Sue, this is not a video game!
[gentle music]
[Bradley] Mary Sue.
Listen to your mother.
Don't do it.
[ominous tone]
[echoing] Do it. Do it.
Go on, do it, you stupid bitch!
Go out there, guns blazing.
[Mary Sue echoing] If I drew a crayon picture of us holding hands together,
would you even put it on the refrigerator?
-Are you thinking what I'm thinking? -I'm sure as hell!
[man] So, what happens next?
Don't fucking know. Wait another five minutes or so. Then go up.
Take care of the girl.
Discover the error of our ways.
[Ricky] Yeah. Well, that guy better have
a goddamn amazing monologue
to get us to surrender so fast.
It's the news headline he wants.
-[radio beeps] -Scott. Five minutes, all right? Copy?
-[radio beeps] -Copy.
[ominous music]
Fuck! The girl is out. Shoot her?
-[radio beeps] -Shoot her!
[whispers] Shoot her.
I'll suck your dick.
[Scott] Wait. Seriously?
-[gunshot] -[Janine screams]
[gasping and grunting]
-[guns cocking] -[grunting]
[gunshots]
["Hot Boy" by Popstar Nima]
[softly] Shit!
♪ Horny for you I think you're hot and I'm horny for you ♪
-♪ You're something special... ♪ -[maniacally laughing, heavily breathing]
-[mysterious tone] -[whooshing]
[softly] Try spinning, that's a good trick. [grunts]
[gunshots continue]
-[man] What the fuck? -[gunshots]
-[groaning] -[thudding]
-[laughs] -Steiners are down.
I repeat, Steiners are down!
-[gunshots] -[glass shatters]
[softly] Oh, fuck, forgot about the reload thingy.
Hey, guys, how do you reload? [gasps]
Oh! God-- Fuck.
-[mysterious tone] -[whooshing]
[Paige] Remember, stealth is for pussies.
♪ Hot boy, you know... ♪
-[yelling] -[gunshots]
-[groans] -Hmm. Nice.
-[shouts] -[blade ringing]
-[yelling] -[softly] Shit!
-[mysterious tone] -Stop sweeping my fucking leg!
-[grunts, groans] -[flesh squelches]
[groaning, yells] Something's wrong, Chet!
Something's wrong!
-Chet! Help! Help! Somebody call 911! -[laughing]
-It's stuck! -[groans]
[Ricky] I need a Band-Aid, somebody get me a Band-Aid!
-[gunshots] -[groans]
Ricky! No!
[gunshots]
[panting]
-[gunshots] -Should leave this.
[grunts]
[glass shattering]
[softly] Shit!
[dramatic music]
[softly] Fuck!
[mysterious tone]
[whooshing]
-Hey, Paige. -[Paige] What up?
Isn't auto aiming the best? You, like, barely even have to try.
-[Paige] Yeah. -[chiming]
-[whooshing] -[crickets chirping]
-[gunshot] -[clinking]
[Chet groans]
[mumbling] Heh.
-[ominous music] -[Bradley sharply exhales]
[softly] Janine, oh, my God. Is she here?
[whimpers]
[Bradley gasps and groans]
[door opens]
[sighs] You know, I'm starting to think
none of these guys have even played Fortnite.
[groans]
-[vomiting] -Yo-- you gotta let me do it, Bradley.
You know I'm your man, I can do it. Please!
-[retching] -You're okay. Yeah. That's it.
Let it out. Let it out. Yeah, let it out.
Let the poison out.
You gotta let me do it. Let me do it.
-I'm your man. I'm your man. I can do it. -[groans and pants]
-[wearily] I'm good. -Yes. Yeah. Yeah.
-Feeling better? Get it all out. -[gags, retches]
Yeah, there you go! Get it out of there! Get it out of there.
[cricket chirping]
Man, Bradley's really taking this hard.
-Poor guy. -Mary Sue, what is going on?
W-- with what?
H-- how have you--
Like, the punching, the--
and the fighting? Shooting?
-Th-- -W-- what do you mean?
Did you kill all those people?
Yeah.
How?
-Huh? -Huh?
-What? -What?
-Uh? What? -Huh? What?
[grunts]
-What? -[switches click]
[gentle music]
[sighs]
Time to call the police?
[exhaling] Uh--
Carrie, why do I feel like nothing's adding up?
Everything tonight, how it all unfolded,
the Russia thing.
What about the Russia thing?
[softly] It's just...
[deeply exhales]
...I, um, I need to figure out
how much a gallon of milk is over there.
Bradley would want me to know.
-[Bradley groaning] Oh-- -[Wes] You got it. It's all right.
Yeah. Okay. Okay.
-Oh, my-- -Okay. Oh, I got you.
-[groaning] Yeah. -I got you.
[panting]
Are you-- you jonesing?
-Jonesing? -[Mary Sue] Yeah.
You know, you need a little puff-puff.
It's just, sometimes you need to take the edge off a little.
You know, so you can...
...open up, talk about...
...our feelings...
...for one another.
[softly grunts]
[ominous music]
[Wes] Okay. Come on. Okay, come on. [grunts]
[Knox] Well, listen... [clears throat] if the Steiners couldn't handle it,
-I just don't know what to say. -[Bradley] I need bigger!
I need your best! No more bullshit, okay?
-No more bad recommendations. -Senator, i-- it's not like--
it's not like I'm having a birthday party of assassins in my basement
where they're just hanging around,
waiting to come to your front door
every 20 minutes.
We were told you were the best.
-I am the best! -[Wes] Oh, bullshit!
You got less credibility than a high school drug dealer
Nigerian prince, or one of those spam phone callers,
-you know, with the, with the car warranty guys. -Yeah, who's the one
that found him, though, huh? Who's the one that brought him
into our circle of trust?
Well, how was I supposed to know, Bradley?
Yeah, you didn't know! You don't know shit.
And now I'm 15 points behind Anita in the polls!
-Listen, we are gonna win this election, okay? -How?
-You gotta trust me on this. -How? Are you gonna kill her?
You bet I damn well will kill her if you just let me.
Oh, that-- Oh, my God! You're such a failure!
-Failure? -Yes!
[muffled shouting]
[melancholic music]
[Wes muffled] ...I'll do it!
[muffled shouting continues]
[echoing whispering]
[ominous music]
-You hurt my feelings. You hurt my feelings now. -I feed you, I drive you around.
-[mumbles] ...terrible advisor! -You don't understand me.
-Gentlemen, gentlemen. -[Bradley] ...talking about?
-Another fucking fib! -[Knox] Gentlemen!
I didn't think it would ever come to this again.
But I guess...
...drastic times call for drastic measures.
He has been retired for 20 years,
-I don't know, fuck me. -Who?
He's not a savage... like Cable Henry.
And he's not a tight fit, like... well, like the Steiners.
But he has something that they'll never have.
[music continues]
And I know he's available.
Okay. Well, who?
It isn't gonna be easy to get him out of retirement.
It's gonna cost you a pretty penny.
Oh, well, money is not an issue, is it?
[Knox] He's had many nicknames in his time.
"The Blight of Man," "God's Chosen Butcher," "Death's Promise,"
"The Genius of Genocide," "The Maestro of Malevolence,"
"The Cancer of Creation."
He's not the Grim Reaper.
He's who the Grim Reaper timidly asks for permission to do his job.
An impeccable 100% success rate.
He's killed war generals, untouchable billionaires,
regents of countries,
and under a dark cloud of rogue influence,
he created an impact on this world so deep and so everlasting
that you'd think he was a god.
[music increases]
-His weapon of choice? -[blades ringing]
A pair of pitch black battle knives
that have cut the throats of 10,000 men
across a half century of war.
He has a psychic connection to them now.
-They speak to him. They call his name... -[groaning and yelling]
...and they sing as he slays.
-[flesh squelching] -"Kill, kill, kill."
And his retirement was a true pity.
It was only because he was so pathetically unchallenged.
And alas, this dragon longed for a worthy enemy
-to finally raise him from his slumber once more. -[chuckling, mumbling]
-[chuckling, softly] That's what I'm talking about! Yeah! -Yeah.
[Knox] And how do I know so much about this awful, awful man, you ask?
Because it's me.
["Lying to Friends" by Stefano Ruggeri]
[laughing]
[laughs]
[loudly] What's for dinner?
-[footsteps approaching] -Huh?
-[sharp thud] -[groans] Oh, fuck!
[crying] Please, don't hit me again.
Okay? Look, I'm hurt. [whimpers]
I mean, I'm hurt. I just wanna go home. I want my mother.
Ma! Ma!
Okay, so, how do you, uh, wanna approach this?
Well, we got him alive, let's make him talk.
-[sobbing] -All right, uh, who, who sent you?
Uh, you guys, um, thi-- this just, just isn't right, you know?
-This guy's a human being too. -He came with knives.
Yeah, and whoever sent him definitely sent the other guys.
So, somebody's up to something.
Uh, yeah, you're right! I don't know who would try and harm my babies!
Yeah, your fucking babies.
All right, listen up, douchebag. Who fucking sent you, huh?
For real, this is a fucking interrogation.
-Spill it! Now! Come on! -[Marry Sue] Yeah! Start talking,
-asshole! Give us a name! -[Janine] Come on! Who gave you--
-[indistinct shouting] -[Janine] Is it someone we know?
-If you don't start talking, I start blasting! All right? -[women shouting]
-Ten, nine... -[indistinct shouting] ...whoa! [shouting continues]
-...eight, seven, six... -[Janine shouting]
...five, four, three, motherfucker!
Okay!
It's a goddamn campaign tactic.
All the assassins hired by the campaign to fucking kill you.
They needed you dead.
-[gunshot] -[Janine screams]
[clinking]
[heavily breathing, shakily] I can explain.
There's nothing left to explain, Bradley.
[shakily breathing]
-[stutter] Y-- you see-- -That bitch!
[light whimsical music]
-Bitch? -Yeah, you just fucking heard the guy!
It's a campaign tactic?
Hello! Anita Koch, your Senate opponent?
-Yeah! I mean, yeah! [chuckling] I know, you're so right! -That fucking bitch!
Yeah. Her! Fucking s-- can-- can-- Senate candidate.
Awful, corrupt, evil bitch!
-I don't know if that makes sense. -Yeah, it makes sense, Janine.
She thinks I'm a liability! I'm gaining influence. I got a job.
-Fucking bananas to sell. -Yeah, you're gonna sell
the shit out of those goddamn bananas, baby girl.
Quarterly banana profits going through the fucking roof!
-That's what she's afraid of. -Yeah. You know what else she's afraid of?
She's afraid of how much I love
U--SA traditional values,
hard work, and good opportunity for all Americans.
[shakily breathing]
-I'm gonna call her. -You're gonna do what?
[Mary Sue] I got her number when I stole your phone last month--
I-- I mean, borrowed your phone.
-[line ringing] -[Bradley] Um...
[music continues]
[softly sighs]
Oh, hello, whore!
[scoffs] Thought you could pull a fast one, huh?
That's a dirty fucking trick, bitch!
The fucking assassins, huh? Does that ring a bell, Anita?
Who the fuck do you think it is, huh?
Mary Sue Harper? Heiress to the Russian banana empire?
-Yeah, Bradley's here. -[gasps]
Uh, no, he does not wanna talk to you, slut.
No, no, no, you fucking listen to me, okay?
We're coming for you, all right? So you should, you should be
fucking scared shitless, all right?
Because I'm going to cunt-punt you into next fucking Tuesday, okay?
You're fucking dead!
So choke on my fucking bananas, bitch!
-[cell phone beeps] -[deeply exhales]
[sharply exhales]
[cell phone buzzing]
-I'm gonna take this outside. -Yeah, you do, you do you.
[ominous music]
Anita. Anita! Ho-- how are things?
[Anita] Why did I just get a call from your stepdaughter
at 1:00 in the morning saying she was coming to kill me?
What? I-- I mean, what?
She said you were with her.
[chuckles, grunts] Huh-- No, hold on. I'm, um,
here, uh, at the, uh, campaign office. Yeah.
Um, boy, I gotta tell you, you know what I mean?
You really raked me over the coals with that last poll,
so I have to, uh, work, um, overtime.
Double time. I'm here at my campaign office.
Well, is she at the campaign office too?
Uh, Mary Sue.
Uh... [blows raspberries] uh, frankly, I barely know what she's up to.
Threatening to kill me!
[groans] Uh, yeah--
well, no, I'm, uh, at my campaign office.
Yeah, you really raked me over the coals with that last poll.
Bradley, don't you find this odd?
[sighs] She's a drug addict, Anita.
She threatens to kill me all the time.
Nothing to worry about. [chuckles]
Well, I'm gonna call the police.
-Oh, well, I mean, I guess you can if you want... -[tense music]
...but I don't really understand how it makes any, uh...
...sense.
Uh... the, uh... [groaning]
Uh, Bradley, is something wrong?
-No. -The tone of your voice does not seem--
Yeah, long night. Yeah. Long night, um, in the coals,
um, raking over my campaign office, yeah.
[mysterious music]
-[cell phone buzzing] -[softly] Yeah.
Uh, yeah, Anita, let me just have you-- hold on just for one moment.
Uh, yeah. Just be two easy breezy minutes here.
-[beeps] -Huh. Vladyslav!
-My friend. -[in Russian accent] Senator Weiner.
Quick question. Eh--
Why is Kremlin calling Vladyslav
about the assassins at doorstep?
[tense music]
The Kremlin?
[Vladyslav] You're alive, that's good.
Uh, what about girl?
Uh, uh, who? Um--
-Mary Sue? -Oh, yes. Girl.
She's very important to business.
Very important to banana farm.
I believe you know. Crop yield down, banana export in trouble.
-You don't want Vladyslav in trouble, do you? -[laughing] No, never.
And you would never betray Vladyslav's trust, would you?
Um, no need. Um, no, not at all.
[Vladyslav] Good. Because I was starting to worry
about my business decisions.
Never.
-[softly] N-- no. -Good. 'Cause that would hurt my feelings.
Oh! You know, you Americans,
-do you-- you think that you can govern anything? -[ominous music]
-No. Untouchable. -[groaning] Us Americans. I know, i--
[Vladyslav] But, uh, even the most powerful man
can be punched.
I mean, I know because I have,
uh, people everywhere.
Look behind you. [laughs] I just kid.
All right, so I will get girl tomorrow.
[Bradley chuckles] Well then, go ahead and keep her.
I'm just kidding, seriously!
Uh, yeah, it's been, uh, an honor to, um, collude.
-[sharply exhales] What a dick. -[cell phone beeps]
Okay, Vladys.
[Anita] Bradley, what--
Ah... what?
Why did you merge me onto that call?
-What? [yelps] Oh, shit! -[cell phone beeps]
[mysterious music]
Uh--
They don't grow bananas in Russia.
What are you talking about?
That was the single strangest phone call of my life.
I got to call my campaign manager.
[dramatic tone]
-The Kremlin. The Kremlin! The Kremlin. -What? Who?
[Bradley] They're watching, they're outside.
-Who? -[Bradley] Yeah.
[sharply exhales] Do not fuck with Vladyslav!
Do you-- do you understand me, Mary Sue?
And you're actually going tomorrow.
This time, I'm serious.
What do you mean, you're serious about it this time?
Why don't you just concentrate on milk prices, please?
-Organic! -4.84.
-Skim! -It's 3.79!
-Chocolate! -Ch-- uh, um--
-Chocolate! -Uh-- [gasps] Shit!
-[crying] -All right, listen, Bradley, there's gotta be
a logical explanation for, for, you know,
wha-- whatever this is that's going on, and--
What are you talking about people outside?
You mean, like, people who are trying to come in?
-[doorbell rings] -Yeah.
[suspenseful music]
[shakily breathing]
-Kremlin. -Kremlin?
Gremlins?
-[cell phone buzzing] -[whispering] I-- I think that's you.
Oh, shit. Paige. Y-- Hi, yes.
D-- duh. I'm, I'm sor-- I'm coming right over.
-Oh. -What the fuck?
[deeply exhales] God, I'm so dumb.
I called Paige and told her to bring a bunch of people over.
You know, back when the hooker was here.
Fuck. Girl, he wasn't a hooker.
There was never gonna be a sex party.
I'm so sorry I didn't text you back.
I just kind of got caught up with all the assassination attempts.
Wait, mm, what was all that?
["Skygods" by Can't Tell You]
[Mary Sue] Literally, I told him I would suck his dick,
and then I fucking shot his ass.
It was crazy! God, you had to be there.
[sighs] So, yeah.
Now we gotta go rain hellfire
on the bitch he's running against.
Do you guys wanna come?
It's actually not that hard to kill people, apparently.
And we need a big send off before I leave, yeah?
You guys down? Cool beans?
♪ Please keep my feet... ♪
How did you not know that Russia was spying on us?
-How was I supposed to know? -Wes! [sighs]
If Mary Sue doesn't go to Russia,
Vladyslav's gonna bury my ass.
And if she does go to Russia, then Anita's gonna bury my ass.
What did you say?
[tense music]
What did she overhear? Did you tip her off?
Oh, fuck! Bradley!
She's gonna send press to the airport!
It's gonna be in the newspapers. It's gonna say, "Senator Weiner took a pay-or-play deal."
It's gonna be all over the place! You think 15 points back is bad?
Try 30. Try 40! You're burning this goddamn election
into the fucking ground.
Wes, get out!
You killed this campaign. You were in command of the whole thing.
Oh. Oh, you, you think you're firing me?
-Is that it? -Yeah, get the fuck out of my house!
We can have a discussion about your future at a later date.
Uh, uh, Carrie!
-You're making a big mistake. -Carrie, get in here!
You are. I know things. I know everything.
I know you, I know secrets.
And I've been loyal!
It's because of me you got here.
Now, listen, I can-- Look.
[deeply breathes, whispers] If you want me to,
I can go ahead and kill her.
[light ominous tone]
Carrie, will you see Wes out immediately, please?
[scoffing] Really?
[deeply exhales]
[deeply breathes, whispers] Watching me. How long were they watching?
[groans, chuckles] This is a fucking nightmare.
Fucking hell. How?
-Senator? -Not now!
[heavily breathing]
Bradley.
[upbeat Russian music]
[mysterious tone]
[distant gunshots]
[Russian general] You are backbone of this federation.
You are bear. You have no fear, no hesitation.
-You have only loyalty to the Motherland. -[all yell]
-[mysterious tone] -You will be in peak physical condition.
-[mysterious tone] -You will feel no pain.
-Lie. -I love America.
-[mysterious tone] -[general] There will be no skill, however deadly,
you will not master.
[gunshots]
-Lie! -I love America!
-[general] Your enemies will flee with fear... -[woman groaning]
...or lay to waste on battlefield
-with only their own insolence to blame. -[yelling]
-[mysterious tone] -[shouts] Lie!
I love America!
You will assimilate into American society,
marry, obtain employment, live double life...
-[mysterious tone] -...gain access to people with influence.
-[mysterious tone] -Gather information of extreme sensitivity,
send back to Moscow.
-[mysterious tone] -[chiming]
[music continues]
Your American life is a lie.
-[mysterious tone] -Your friends are your enemies, your employers, your enslavers.
-[mysterious tone] -Treat them like dogs on battlefield.
Be pride of your Motherland.
-[gasps] -Huh--
-[creaking] -[thudding]
-[gunshots] -You know, I'm starting to think
none of these guys have even played Fortnite.
[Bradley] Carrie, she's been with us for ten years.
-Don't make me regret buying American. -[woman yelling]
-[gunshots] -[whooshing]
-[gunshots] -[echoing clinking]
[ominous music]
[Bradley chuckles]
[grunts]
-Uh-- -[in Russian accent] Senior KGB intelligence officer,
Svetlana Belski,
hero of the Russian Federation.
Order of Saint George,
defender of a free Russia.
-[sniffles] -[Svetlana] You are like girl, you see,
spinning web of lies too vast
for your own brain to comprehend.
-[cries] -It renders you unable to function. Like girl.
What is difference between you and her?
A pipe for lie compounded through an addiction to power.
[crying, chuckling] No. I'm-- I'm not--
I'm not like-- I'm not like her.
You think you are in control
simply because you can give orders?
[stutters] It's-- it's-- just that-- Are you gonna kill me?
What I see is cry for help.
I see desperation.
I see dog.
Can you--
can you fix this?
-[Svetlana] You want girl dead? -[shakily] Yeah!
You want Vladyslav off back?
You want campaign victory? All are still possible.
Do you-- uh, do you work for Vlad?
[gentle music]
We have mutual friends.
But I represent bigger interests.
[sobbing] I just can't--
Can you just tell-- tell me what... [mumbles] what I can do or say or pledge?
-Loyalty. -Oh.
Animals like Mary Sue survive and thrive on chaos.
It is only way they can survive, and you feed her.
You must strike girl
in only place where her weakness lies.
["Hunter Knows You" by Popstar Nima playing on radio]
Oh! [chuckles] You want some? Sorry.
Hey, you're my guest! You go first.
-Oh, more for me. -♪ Hunter knows you... ♪
-[door opens] -Mom, hi! Knock much?
I actually told her to come up.
♪ Get to know you better ♪
[chuckles nervously] Right.
Uh, so, so, so is Bradley ready to go?
'Cause we're, we're all eager to go to Anita's house
and fuck shit up, aren't we?
♪ Should be together ♪
[stutters] Or we can,
I guess, just chill.
What the fuck is up with you guys?
We didn't come here tonight for the BDSM.
I mean, we did come for the BDSM,
-but then, after that-- -This needed to happen before you left home.
[somber music]
So you recruited my friends into this too?
She didn't recruit anyone. This conversation was all of our idea.
Conversation about what?
If I had a problem, I think I'd know.
Plus, I don't need anything that I don't already have, okay?
I'm, I'm happy, I'm alive, I'm taken care of by,
by, by Bradley, okay? Bradley takes care of me!
Mary Sue, you can't go a day without that pipe.
You're always late. You're never motivated.
-It's a stranglehold. -Okay, I just killed,
like, a bunch of people to save my family, okay?
I'm, I'm better! All right? I'm stronger!
[shakily] And one day soon, it's gonna catch up with you.
I have seen it happen before.
I love you.
-We love you, Mary Sue. -[muffled] Yeah! We love you, Mary Sue.
[music continues]
O-- okay. Whe-- wh-- where, where's Bradley, all right?
Because if this were the right thing to do,
Bradley would be here too.
[softly] Bradley, he's--
Yeah. Busy with the campaign?
I know, 'cause he's got a fucking plan.
-You think he gives two shits about you? -He, he's the reason
that I'm going to fucking Russia tomorrow, okay?
With, with pride for him! And, and I'm gonna be
growing fucking bananas because Bradley knows--
You just-- what is it you think that Bradley feels about you?
He's never even told me he loves me.
His own wife. [shakily inhales]
I'm a political token, a-- a puppet who screwed up one time
in front of the camera, and now I have to memorize milk prices
until the end of time.
I used to be young and free,
just like you. More free, actually.
But... it's too late for me. But for you--
Free?
[shakily] I'm as free as I need to be, okay?
My real dad, remember him? 'Cause I barely fucking do.
He was free to do whatever the fuck he wanted, and look what happened to him.
Why would I be any different, huh?
If he had a Bradley in his life, he would still be here.
[music continues]
[softly] You don't really think that, do you?
Everything tonight, the break-ins,
the killers.
It's not Anita, it doesn't add up.
[whispers] I don't even think that I can admit out loud who I think it really was.
[door opens]
Hey, everybody.
[sighs]
[grunts]
I just want you to know, if I haven't said it yet today...
...I love you, sugar plum.
[kisses]
[music continues]
[door closes]
See? Bradley takes care of me.
-[ominous music] -[sighs] Yeah. Okay, yeah.
Yeah. I-- I did the, uh, with the, uh--
You have nothing left to do.
You go rest. Take comfort in victory.
I will bring girl to plane,
I will placate her anxieties,
I will be friend in dark places...
...and then she will be no more.
How can I rest? What about the dead bodies down in the living room?
I am housekeeper. I will take care.
-[dramatic music] -[Bradley stutter] Okay, but-- what about Janine, my family?
-The authorities? -[Svetlana] Housekeeper will take care.
Media?
Housekeeper will take care.
[yelling]
["Phil Me Up" by Popstar Nima]
[clicking]
-♪ Fill me up, Phil ♪ -[chiming]
♪ You know that I can handle that drill... ♪
We need professional photographers to catch everything on film.
-Right, but it's gonna be dangerous. -D-- Bodyguard.
Uh, of course, bodyguards. And they're gonna be armed and ready.
-♪ Uh-huh ♪ -♪ God, let me handle it ♪
♪ God, let me handle it ♪
[knocks on door]
[in American accent] Guess who's gonna take you
to the airport?
Gonna see you off on your big adventure.
-Carrie! I knew you'd understand. -[chuckles]
♪ ...fill it up all night yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Fill it up just right I wanna fill it up tonight ♪
♪ Fill it ♪
♪ Fill me up, Phil you know that I can... ♪
Look, just keep that girl away from us, okay?
-She's a psycho. -She ain't touching nobody.
-♪ ...Phil, you know that I can handle that drill ♪ -[gun cocks]
-♪ Uh-huh ♪ -♪ God, let me handle it God, let me handle it ♪
♪ God, let me handle it handle it, handle it ♪
-♪ Uh-huh ♪ -♪ God, let me handle it God, let me handle it ♪
♪ God, let me handle it handle it, handle it ♪
-♪ Uh-huh ♪ -♪ Thirsty for you ♪
♪ I won't stop searching for you ♪
♪ My balls are turning so blue ♪
[engine starts]
♪ For you ♪
-♪ Thirsty for you ♪ -♪ Fill me up, fill me up ♪
-♪ Fill me up ♪ -♪ I won't stop searching ♪
-♪ For you ♪ -♪ Fill me up, fill me up ♪
-♪ Fill me up ♪ -♪ My balls are... ♪
Janine, give me the milk.
♪ Fill me up, fill me up ♪
-♪ For you ♪ -♪ I don't know what I'll do ♪
-♪ God, let me handle it ♪
♪ God, let me handle it God, let me handle it ♪
-♪ Handle it, handle it ♪ -[cell phone chimes]
-♪ Uh-huh ♪ -♪ God, let me handle it God, let me handle it ♪
♪ God, let me handle it handle it, handle it ♪
♪ God, let me handle it God, let me handle it God, let me handle it ♪
[engine rumbling]
[birds chirping]
[Carrie] I'll get the bag.
[wind blowing]
-You can get going. -[driver] Are you sure?
[Carrie] You drive the senator and his family,
not the housekeeper.
-I'll Uber. -[driver] Okay.
[engine starts]
[suspenseful music]
-[man in Russian accent] You really see how vodka... -[indistinct chatter]
Hello! Oh, nobody prepared me for senator's stepdaughter
-to be so beautiful. -[scoffs]
[man] The plane will arrive in 30 minutes.
We will fuel, and then into sky.
You like cocktails? We have on board.
[camera shutter clicking]
[buzzing]
What the hell?
-[deeply exhales] -[indistinct chatter]
-[camera shutter clicking] -[sighs]
[indistinct chatter continues]
[clicking]
[music continues]
-Carrie? -Yeah.
T-- the ticket.
Ticket?
Th-- the one that Bradley gave me? It was for an airline.
No. This is where he told me to take you.
He said the Russians were flying you out private.
No. No, no. It, it was for an airline.
Are you questioning Bradley?
No. I just--
-I, I actually have the ticket in my bag. -[Carrie] Careful.
Don't let them see what's inside.
[whispers] I packed you something,
but you need to use it before you get on the plane.
You don't want another scandal for his campaign, do you?
Russian drug laws and all.
[scoffs]
[softly] Y-- you put that in my bag?
Just go into the restroom and check the front pocket.
Consider it a special parting gift.
Not from your housekeeper,
but from a friend.
[deeply exhales]
[light ominous music]
[deeply breathes]
[in Russian accent] Who do you think facilitated her habits when you were away?
Cleaned up her messes, kept her dependent?
She will not leave hanger bathroom alive.
Drug will be laced with ten times lethal dose of fentanyl.
Her body will shut down 60 seconds after inhalation.
[deeply exhales]
[clicking]
[line ringing]
[Bradley] Oh, Mary Sue, I didn't--
um, I didn't expect to hear from you.
[light eerie music]
Why not?
Well... [grunts] because, well, I-- well, I thought you'd be on the plane.
Carrie took me to the wrong airport,
some weird place in the middle of the woods.
-Well, did she now? -I think so.
A-- actually, I don't know. I'm, I'm confused.
Don't be. Listen to Carrie.
I'm, I'm flying private?
You were always flying private.
Just do as Carrie says.
Then everything will be over. I promise.
Bradley...
...last night, Mom told me something,
something about you.
-Hmm. Really? That's interesting. -[sniffles]
And I wanted to know if it's true or not.
[sighs] Here's what's true...
...okay, Mary Sue?
What's true is that I love you.
I love you. I'll always love you.
I mean, I'm not Bradley.
I'm Dad.
[softly crying] Dad.
[music increases]
Now, enjoy the gift from Carrie.
[line disconnects]
[shakily exhales]
[sniffles]
[heavily breathing]
[dramatic music]
[muted]
[sniffles]
[deeply exhales]
[in Russian accent] Wait five minutes, then clear out bathroom.
Leave bags with me.
-Take body into forest. -[man] We have place in mind already.
Drag her out to--
Who the fuck?
[suspenseful music]
Get him now!
-Oh! Oh, oh, shit. Oh, shit. -Come on, come on!
[Wes] No, no, shit, shit. No, no. Shit. No, no, no-- Hey. Hey.
Oh, no, no. No, hey, hey, hey, hey, guys.
Hey! Hey, hey, guys, hey, hey, how are you?
All right. Hiya.
Carrie! Hi!
[in American accent] Wes. What are you doing here?
I-- I w-- I wanted to just check on Mary Sue,
you know, with the long flight and all.
[camera shutter clicking]
[softly] Man, you ruined the shot!
[whispers] You're gonna ruin us all!
[ominous music]
-Hold on now. Back up. -[man] Who are you? This is private property.
[indistinct shouting]
-[whistles] -[shouting stops]
[tense music]
[in Russian accent] Everyone. State your business, now!
All right, fuck it. I'll say it.
I'm here to shoot the girl.
No, wait a minute. We're here to shoot the girl.
-Yet, there will be no shooting. -She's already been shot.
-Really? -I did not see girl get shot.
-In the cloud. -Wait, she's on the plane already?
[growling] There is no plane.
Well, then how is she in the cloud?
-The shot is in the cloud. -The bullet?
[Wes] Wait, wait-- Carrie, why do you have
a Russian accent all of a sudden?
It appears, despite our differences,
we are all here on similar mission.
The girl, she is to die.
-Die? -In fact, she is already dead.
[ominous tone]
Mary Sue Harper is dead in that bathroom?
I'll believe that when I see it. Give me my gun back!
[sharply breathes]
["The Age of Pamparius" by Turbonegro]
[gun cocks]
[deeply breathes]
[sing-songy] Mary Sue!
[softly] Why does he have a gun?
To shoot the girl? Like you said.
[gunshots]
♪ And so from the ashes of this Golden Age of Confusion ♪
♪ The denim recruits came to be known as... ♪
-[gunshot] -♪ ...the Apocalypse Dudes ♪
[camera shutter click]
[guns cocking]
-[gunshot] -[thudding]
♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa ♪
No, no, don't shoot! [groaning]
-[camera shutters clicking] -[gunshots]
♪ So you think you had an Opera? ♪
♪ Well, not like this! ♪
♪ So you think you had a Napoli? ♪
-♪ Well, not like this! ♪ -[yells]
♪ So you think you had a decent pizza? ♪
♪ Well, not like this! ♪
♪ So you think you had a real good pizza? ♪
-♪ Well, not like this! ♪ -[groans]
♪ You got nothing to lose at Pamparius ♪
-[yells] -♪ Gonna wear them happy shoes tonight ♪
-[groaning] -♪ You got nothing to lose at Pamparius ♪
♪ Gonna make a motherfucking pizza tonight ♪
[gun clatters]
-[yells] -[thuds]
♪ Apocalypse Dudes got nothing to lose ♪
-[groaning] -[thudding]
-♪ Tonight! A mother fucking pizza pie! ♪ -[groaning]
You didn't take the drugs?
The drugs took me.
-[gun cocks] -[gunshot]
[stutters] D-- j-- just-- ah--
[grunts]
Did you come to America?
Yes. Eh, Vladyslav was worried.
[stutters] Y-- ah, yeah. Uh, yeah. In fact,
uh, the housekeeper just took Mary Sue to the airport
-about an hour ago. -No, uh, housekeeper dead.
[light ominous music]
[laughs] What? 'Cause--
-[crying] Are you going to kill us? -What? No. Don't be crazy--
[shouts] Shut up, Bradley! God!
Are you?
Come on, don't be craze, huh? [laughing]
[laughing]
No, asset will do that herself.
-Uh, asset? -Yeah.
[triumphant tone]
-Mary Sue? -I mean, what did you think
Vladyslav would do with girl, hmm?
All those months, hidden on a banana farm.
What, do you think that she was running the empire?
No!
I create asset, I create weapon,
I create monster.
[crackling and buzzing]
[eerie music]
-[thudding] -A drug-addled brain
is a pile of mush, like sponge,
-perfect for shaping into any form. -[gunshots]
Her skills and instincts are now second nature, but hidden,
ready to answer Vladyslav's call,
helpless to disobey.
And with the right trigger,
her psychosis was easy to obtain.
Trigger? [shakily breathes] What trigger?
A totem.
Uh, something of vast emotional significance,
something that she carries with her wherever she travels.
[ominous music]
This is how one truly gains power.
-Take your subject's emotional weakness... -[crackling and buzzing]
...and box them in with it, a prison of her own mind.
This key, held by Vladyslav.
-[crackling increases] -[music increases]
Ah, Senator, I want to thank you for the opportunity
that you handed to me on a silver platter.
And the girl, she gave me ultimate leverage, all against you,
against your country, and against anyone who tries to defy Vladyslav.
It's just such a shame to have to do this to you
after years of trust.
But, yes, you have broken our arrangement.
Girl can fulfill her final purpose.
[melancholic music]
[gun cocks]
Control. It is all about control.
I mean, okay, yeah, but, like,
-what if I wanna be in control... -[blows raspberries]
-...of myself for once? -Shit.
-[light whimsical music] -No, no.
Vladyslav's brainwash cannot be undone.
-Looks a bit undone. -No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
As long as she still values totem,
she will never be free.
[sharply inhales] Oh, the picture.
Yeah, picture's gone.
[whooshing]
[ominous tone]
-[eerie, whimsical music] -[fire crackling]
[clattering]
You really wanna box me into my emotional weaknesses?
Try a gigolo in some tight leather pants next time.
-[gunshots] -[men yelling and groaning]
[Bradley gasps] Oh, go!
-[Mary Sue] Fuck that! -[Bradley groans]
-Oh! [panting] -[exhales, chuckles]
[deeply exhales, laughs] Mary Sue!
God! Amazing job, I just--
I knew you'd come through for me again.
Yeah. About that.
-[gun cocks] -Uh, no, no, don't shoot, please!
Uh, Janine, do something, talk to her! She's yours. Um--
I love you.
[light inspirational music]
I agree with her.
Fuck that!
All this time, the vice, the real vice?
It wasn't just the drugs, it wasn't them.
It was you, Bradley. It was always you.
Fuck off, Mary Sue. What the fuck? You think you're so big
you can supersede your true superiors?
You stupid little child!
What the fuck! You can't outsmart me. You can't outrun me.
You cannot rule over me! You are not invincible!
You cannot kill God!
[dramatic music]
-[gunshots] -[groaning]
-What the fuck! Oh, my God! -[yells]
-[Bradley stutters] Did-- did ya-- -[groans]
What? [shakily breathing] O-- oh!
-Why-- -[deeply exhales] What do you think?
-Should we do it? [sighs] -[whimpers] I-- just--
-How c-- -If you don't, um...
-[Bradley groans] No. no. -...there's plenty of others who will.
Other Vladyslavs around the world who will gladly discard him
with the trash, now that he's on his way out.
[light inspirational music]
-[birds chirping]
[sighs]
[wind blowing]
-[sighs] -What now?
I don't know.
Check me in somewhere?
You're still going?
Maybe not all the way in Russia, but...
...I've had my body and mind fucked with for far too long.
A break would be nice.
I'm proud of you,
following through on this, even though I'm sure
you just wanna run away screaming.
You keep kicking ass, Mary Sue, you got that?
-["Heart Bruises" by Maddie Hogan] -♪ Every morning ♪
♪ Same conversation ♪
♪ You're tired of it ♪
♪ You tell me you're begging me ♪
-Let me go get the car. -♪ You want me to quit ♪
♪ You can't stand it when I start taking shots, shots, shots ♪
♪ Tell me, you're begging me ♪
-♪ You want me to stop ♪ -Goodbye, Bradley.
♪ Yeah, I know you're over all the sorries, excuses ♪
Tragic news today out of our nation's capital.
At the age of 65, Senator Bradley Weiner,
the beloved politician who gave a voice to a generation
and who was, of course, a longtime friend of the Clintons,
has committed suicide via two gunshots to the back of his head.
-[door opens] -The president is preparing a statement
-and is reported to deliver... -[man] Hey, honey, did you see this?
I've been inundated. Holy shit!
I'm having my manager prepare a statement to be released within the hour.
[man] Well, I guess you know what this means for the campaign.
Oh, I'm well aware.
I even have some bigger dirt to boot.
♪ ...excuses... ♪
[ominous tone]
[echoing whispering]
And that goddamn Jeremy?
He's there playing video games, you know, all day long
again, hibernating in his room. Trash everywhere.
Goddamn room smells like marijuana.
Oh, I-- can you, uh, go tell him to come down and spend some family time?
-Of course. -Aha! Gotcha.
-Stupid little kid. Stop fucking camping so much. -[gunshots on video game]
Oh, I suck? [laughs] Ask your mom who really sucks.
-Jeremy. Dinner will be ready soon. -Get out of my room! God!
-Hey, house lady. You got my stuff? -[chiming on video game]
[gunshots continue]
-[whimsical, eerie music] -Yeah. [ch