Are You Scared? Page #3

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and stop the countdown.

Man, oh!

Sh*t! Sh*t, sh*t!

I'm suing someone! Anyone!

Oh, no. You gotta be kidding me!

You sick bastard!

Thirty seconds.

Where is it?

Twenty seconds.

Might be time to start

the anesthetic, Jason.

Ten seconds.

The first cut is

the deepest, Jason.

I'm not doing it.

I don't wanna play

this f***ing game!

You can take this bullshit show

and stick it up your ass!

Time's up.

Thank you for

playing, Jason.

They've all been

reported missing today?

This morning.

The game's started.

Well, we're set up for

a trace when he calls.

And he'll call.

He always does.

He records everything.

Relives their pain

over and over.

Maybe he's in pain himself.

Jesus, I hope so.

He's trying to teach

them a lesson.

A merciful death is better

than a life of pain.

Tough lesson to learn.

Give it time.

We haven't gotten

any physical evidence...

from the crime scenes.

Not a partial...

not a fingerprint, nothing.

He led us this far.

He wants us to know what

he's doing. He's proud.

He's a crazy f***.

He's patient,

analytical, thorough...

You sound like you wanna

start his f***ing fan club.

Let me guess. Nothing?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Looks like...

A shipping number.

What happened to Jason?

How come he's not back yet?

Cherie, you're doing

that thing again.

What thing?

That whiny-ass thing.

Time for round two.

Who's next up?

I don't wanna do this anymore.

I want out.

I think I wanna leave now.

I say we all agree that no one

accepts another challenge...

until we talk to

whoever's in charge.

Second it.

Is this like that island show?

Secret pacts and truces?

I don't vote you off,

you don't vote me off.

Is that it?

I have a terrible feeling

that this isn't a game.

Of course it's a f***ing game!

Jesus Christ! Cherie, come on.

Let's get this over with.

Dylan, I think we should wait.

All we have to do is

talk to the producers...

and make sure

everything goes ok.

F***! Why did we apply?

The show is called

"Are You Scared?"

I mean, what did you

expect from this place?

Aw, f*** it. I'm ready.

Excellent, Dylan.

But for your challenge,

we need you and your sister.

Come on, sis.

Don't p*ssy out on me.

Look, we're this far. Let's go.

We're doing this.

You don't have to do this.

I do.

Cherie.

Dylan, I really

don't wanna do this.

What are you

gonna do, Cherie?

You gonna stand here...

till I agree to

go home with you?

Yeah.

Ok, look.

Do you remember the first time

we ever got drunk?

We were, like,

and we stole that peach

schnapps from the kitchen.

You remember that?

You got so sick.

You threw up all night.

You thought you were gonna die.

And I stayed up with

you, and I promised...

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