Are You Scared?

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Can anyone hear me?

Hello? Is anyone there?

Is this part of the game?

This is kind of weird, you know?

I don't wanna mess

anything up...

but maybe...

I should just go now.

Welcome, Tara.

Hello?

Are you ready to play...

for the chance to win

a modeling contract?

I thought I was, but-

You'll have 60 seconds

to complete the task...

or pay the price.

The price?

There-there's a-a bit

of a mistake.

There are two buttons

in the next room-

red and green.

It's your task to push

both of them...

in sequence, opening

the case...

that contains

the modeling contract.

Red, then green.

In 60 seconds or less, Tara.

Fifty seconds.

F***! Where are you?

Where's the red button?!

This can't be right.

You don't expect me

to hurt myself, do you?

Forty seconds.

Thirty seconds.

Ten seconds.

Tara, are you scared?

F*** you!

Beginning to be the boy

that cried wolf, detective.

Yeah, well, maybe

if you'd gotten here...

a little sooner.

You still wouldn't

have taken him down.

He was long gone.

This is a crime scene.

I'm gonna have to

ask you to step out.

Special agent Christine Robison.

I assume you got the paperwork.

Yeah, they said they were

gonna send a headshrinker.

I don't know why.

I never asked the feds for help.

Criminal profiler.

And, no, you didn't ask

for help.

And maybe that's why...

this guy's been

able to run these shows...

for the past two years.

Go on, detective.

Blind me with your insight.

I'm here to help,

Detective Bowman.

Nothing more.

This is still your case.

I've seen crimes of passion...

there's crimes of hate...

profiled guys that couldn't

control their urge to kill.

This guy...

this guy's methodical

in his planning...

ruthless in his execution.

You saw the files on this case?

How? They weren't even-

The FBl's been keeping

track of this case.

How'd you find the place?

Call came in to me.

We're here because he

wants us to be here.

He wants us to know something.

What?

That the game's started again.

Hello?

Is anyone there?

Can anyone hear me?

Anyone there?

Anyone?

Hey. Are you ok?

Who are you?

Calm down.

How did I get here?

I swear I don't know, all right?

I just woke up myself.

But the last thing

I remember is walking home.

Oh, my God. What is this?

Is this some kind of a joke?!

Look, I don't know.

But it better be.

Did you just hear that?

Tell me you just heard that.

Maybe...

maybe you should go

check it out.

Maybe you should

go f*** yourself.

Oh, this place is unbelievable.

What a shithole.

Hey. Somebody's watching.

No, this dump's been

abandoned for years.

There's no way that

camera still works.

Really?

Man, this place is

messing with my head.

Why the f*** am I here?!

Why did you bring me here, man?!

Whoa, take it easy, man.

We didn't bring you here.

Hey! Calm down, all right?

We're just trying to figure

all this out right now.

Calm down. Who are you?

Jason. You?

Kelly.

I'm Brandon. Hey, nice cage.

F*** you, man!

Hey, I'm kidding.

Come on, man.

We'll get you out of here.

Hey, you get cut?

Oh, my God. No.

Man, I ain't down with that.

Come on!

Somebody jammed the handle.

Thanks, man.

Sure thing.

Oh, great. Just great.

Another dead end.

Man, quit your bitchin'.

Ain't nothin' keeping me here.

Jesus!

I think it's just best not

to touch anything right now.

Ya think?

Hello!

Hello!

F***in' anybody?!

We thought we were

the only ones here.

What's going on?

How did we get here?

I have no idea what's going on.

Yeah, Hansel and Gretel.

What, you lose your breadcrumbs?

This your little handiwork, son?

Huh, partner?

Look, it's Dylan and Cherie...

and no, we had nothing

to do with that sh*t.

Jason, relax.

Lay off the coffee, man.

All I know is I better get...

a bang-up explanation

for this sh*t...

or I'm going to Norfolk

ping-pong them motherfuckers.

How did you guys get here?

We went for a couple

beers after work...

and then we woke up here.

Man, what I know is...

I'm smokin'

a blunt in my house.

Next thing you know,

I'm in this shithole.

Hey, if you guys are

finished getting acquainted...

maybe we could try to find

a way out of this dump.

He's right.

- He's right.

- Ok.

Honest Christian motherfuckers.

Oh, God. Do you see her?

Do you see her there?

Hello?

Hey, are you ok?

Ah, hell, nah!

It's ok. Are you all right?

Hey, we're not gonna

hurt you. I'm Brandon.

Don't!

Yo, ice princess.

What's up with that?

He was just trying to help you.

We're not here to hurt you.

Welcome to "Are You Scared?"

The reality show?

This is it?

So we're on TV, like, right now?

Aw! Jesus.

Put that on prime time.

I f***in' dare you.

Yeah!

I applied months ago.

I never even heard

back from them.

I thought the whole

thing was bullshit.

I just was in it for the money.

We never signed consent forms.

They can't do that. Can they?

I mean, we're here now.

Clearly there's a way

around the paperwork.

No. My mom's a lawyer.

She'll know.

Oh, my God! My cell phone.

My cell phone's gone!

I hope you kept the receipt!

Who's doing this?

Let me explain

the rules of the game.

You'll each face

your worst fear...

and if you complete

your challenge...

you'll go through

to the final showdown.

This is live TV at its finest.

There are games for all

and prizes galore.

Nobody leaves here empty-handed.

Your family and friends

are watching...

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