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[skateboard scraping]
[ominous, ambient music ]
[panting]
[ominous ambience]
[tense, pulsing ambience]
[chimes jingle]
[eerie music ]
[phone chimes]
[rides clattering]
[helicopter humming]
[crowd chattering]
[indistinct chatter]
[ride whirring]
Aah!
[laughs]
Whoo!
No, no, no, no, no!
No vomit today!
No sick.
No sick.
[giggles]
Scrambler.
Scrambler.
The look of Scrambler.
[seagulls calling]
[speaking indistinctly]
[ambient music ]
- Hey!
- Hey!
- Tracy.
- Hi.
[upbeat bluegrass
music playing on speakers ]
[games whirring, jangling]
[laughs]
That one.
That's it! Right there!
[electronic dance music
playing on game ]
Watch out.
[squeals]
[laughs]
[Kelly]
Odds are...
[Ryan]
Odds are what?
It's a game.
What kinda game?
We pick a range of numbers
between one and ten.
Could be one to five,
five to ten,
one to ten.
Whatever.
Okay, we pick a number
within that given range,
and then we both say
our numbers out loud.
If we pick the same number,
you have to accept a challenge.
Challenge?
See that guy?
With the ice cream?
The guy with the black socks?
You have to take a bite
of his ice cream
and you have to ask him
in Chinese.
[laughing]
No way.
What? You're in your third
year of Mandarin.
- Yeah, but that doesn't mean I'm fluent.
- What? You scared?
Ryan's missing the fear gene.
Really?
I guess we're still in the discovery
phase of our relationship.
- Okay.
- Pick a number...
...between one and six.
Four.
[scoffs]
No. You keep it in your head
and then you both say it.
- Okay, I got it.
- Okay.
One, two, three.
[both]
Three.
I can do this
to you, too, right?
Mm-hmm.
Look at him!
[Ryan clearing his throat]
[girls laughing]
[Ryan speaking Chinese]
Whoa! You got the wrong guy.
Looks like he's asking him
for a blowjob!
Oh, my God!
[laughing]
[continues speaking Chinese]
[girls laughing]
Run!
Come on!
[Man] I'll break your face,
you little schoolboy!
[playful music ]
Where is he going?
Come back here!
Come on!
I'm gonna mess you up!
Come on, Pops!
Hold up, there!
- I'll get you!
- You got it.
Whoo! C'mon, Pops.
[girls laughing]
[laughs]
Well, that was fun.
Yeah? And what would you
have done if he caught you?
I would've ratted you two out.
I got one.
Odds are you ask that guy
on the rings
for his autograph.
Who's he supposed to be?
[Ryan]
Ryan Gosling.
He looks nothing
like him.
Exactly.
Three to six.
You count.
One, two, three.
[both]
Four.
[ambient music ]
Do it.
Hello, Ryan.
You are so good at that.
I can't believe it.
My goodness! I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to stop you.
I just... I had to tell you
how much I enjoy your work.
My work?
Yeah. I, just,
like all your films.
[Rings guy]
Films?
[giggling]
Here. Go right there.
Autograph?
- Awesome!
- Wow.
Honestly, I loved you
in La La Lan.
Thank you. Thanks.
[indistinct conversation]
I won't argue with you.
I mean...
[giggling]
[squeals]
Okay. All right.
Don't forget your pen.
Here you go.
You are just so sweet.
- Bye.
- Bye.
[laughing]
What'd ya say?
That I loved him
in La La Land.
What'd he say?
He thought he did his
best work in Drive.
[surf roaring]
[Kelly]
Hey, let's go swimming.
[Ryan]
It's 59 degrees.
[Tracy]
It's, like, 40.
Feels more like 58.
No, 59.
Odds are...
Tracy goes bodysurfing.
I can do this one.
Come on.
It's your girlfriend's turn.
I said I'd do this.
Okay, Captain America.
You don't have to do this.
It's stupid.
How 'bout we do
the consecutive number thing.
Two to three,
seven to eight?
If we don't say
the same number,
then I'll go in.
Will that make you happy,
Tracy?
- Orgasmic.
- Good one.
Four to five.
Tracy calls it.
One, two, three.
[both]
Four.
Three in a row.
It happens.
You don't-you don't
have to do it.
She'd underestimating you.
Will you grab me
a towel from the car?
- Get it yourself.
- No, I'll get it.
Thank you.
She's well trained.
Shut up.
[ambient music ]
Either do it or don't!
I'm freezing my ass off!
[ominous music ]
Where'd he go?
Ryan!
Ryan!
Ryan!
Ryan!
Ryan!
Ryan!
[cries out, coughs]
[Kelly laughing]
What the fuck?!
Hey!
[laughing]
[Ryan]
I'm good!
I'm alive!
[laughs]
[Kelly]
Ryan, she is not happy.
I have a towel.
[laughter]
Fuck off.
[both stammering]
I thought you were drowning!
I thought you were drowning.
- I'm sorry.
- Leave me alone!
- Why are you so upset?
- Leave me alone!
[indistinct chatter]
Tracy, come on.
Get out of my way!
Leave me alone!
I'm sorry.
Give me my gym bag.
Here.
I swam underwater 100 yards
and I came up
down the beach.
You were a little distracted.
Yeah? You can hold your breath
that long?
Yeah. Actually,
uh, I read this thing
on David Blaine.
He learned how to hold his
breath for 14 minutes.
He did it last year in Bio
for his mid-term experiment.
He made it over five minutes
before the professor
freaked out
and called the school nurse.
That was pre-Tracy.
Yeah?
Thanks for telling me.
I thought he drowned.
[Kelly]
"Love is like a booger.
You keep picking at it
until you get it,
and then wonder
what to do with it."
Oscar Wilde.
[Tracy]
What the hell is that?
[Kelly] It's about first
love and its consequences.
How do you know
this was my first love?
Wild guess.
And Ryan was yours.
Wild guess.
[Kelly] Do you guys
have protected sex?
Excuse me?
Never mind.
None of my business.
Yeah, that's an understatement.
Odds are...
...open the sunroof,
stick your head out,
and keep driving.
No way.
What about the brake and gas?
I got it.
How about dropping me off first?
I think it could work.
I'll tell you which pedal
to press.
- Got 'em.
- Okay.
[Kelly]
Whoo! Faster!
[laughter]
[Ryan]
Oh, sick!
[laughter]
Oh, that was cool.
Let's do it for real this time.
San Vicente?
[Kelly]
No. The freeway.
Okay, one through ten.
High risk, long odds.
- Tracy, count.
- No.
I got it.
One, two, three.
- Four.
- Eight.
You're both crazy.
Anybody hungry?
Last drumstick?
Hmm?
[phone jingles]
[eerie music ]
[Ryan sighs]
Here we are.
One more game.
Please?
Clippers game
is in 15 minutes.
Tracy hasn't
done one yet.
Okay, what's your challenge,
or whatever you call it?
- Drive.
- Ryan.
Drop me off first.
This is the last one,
I promise.
Drive.
Okay. Where do you
want me to drive?
Just turn at the end
of the street.
- Here?
- Yes.
This looks like a good place.
A good place for what?
Picking a house.
Oh, stop here.
This'll work.
Odds are...
...Tracy knocks on the door
and figures out a way
to be invited in.
And then?
All she has to do
is get across the threshold.
And then she can go home.
Threshold?
Are we in
a Bronte sisters novel?
I'll do it.
Ugh,
boyfriend to the rescue again.
Shut up.
I got this.
All right, if you want, we can
do the two number range thing.
If we don't call the
same number, it's mine.
Eight to nine?
Ryan calls it.
One, two, three.
- Nine.
- Eight.
Remember to cross
the threshold.
[doorbell rings]
No one's home!
Let's go!
[doorbell rings]
Hi. I have some questions about
your internet service provider.
[indistinct conversation]
She was just supposed to get in
and get out.
Did you see who it was?
No. He was hidden
behind the door.
Well, does she get
extra points for this?
Not if I miss the game.
What is she doing?
- Shit.
- What?
It went straight to voicemail.
[ominous music ]
This would be the first text
of my entire life
that she hasn't responded to
in five seconds.
Can we go?
She can just Uber.
I'm not just gonna
leave here here.
[doorbell rings]
[phone jingles]
[pounding on door]
Ryan, stop.
I just got this
from Kelly's phone.
This has to be a joke.
It's from her phone.
I didn't even know
she has my number.
She's messing with us.
Look, I know you guys
have been friends forever,
but she's got a strange
sense of humor.
[phone jingles]
What are you gonna do?
Wait for me over there.
I'll be right back.
What?
Wait for me over there.
It'll be okay.
[scoffs]
[muffled crying out]
[intense electronic music ]
[music stops]
[eerie music ]
[phone jingles]
[dog barking]
[muffled voice]
Hold up. Whoa, whoa.
Chocolate, Chocolate, hold up.
- I'm sorry.
- Hi, Doggie.
He's very friendly.
You can pet him.
He doesn't have a mean bone
in his body.
He's just a puppy.
Come on, calm down.
[chuckles]
Good boy. Good boy.
Take it easy, Chocolate.
Take it easy, Chocolate.
He doesn't listen so well.
He listens to my wife,
but he gives me a hard time.
Ooh, sit, sit.
[ominous music ]
Do you know
who lives there?
Um... no, um...
A friend of mine is inside.
Your friend knows him?
No, she's uh,
doing a survey.
At this time of night?
We lost track of time.
Yeah.
As Yogi Berra said,
"It's later earlier
this time of year."
[chuckles]
Yeah, he's a good dog.
You know, we looked everywhere
for this dog,
and... finally, my wife
found him...
You know what?
There's something
you should know.
The guy that lives here,
he has a history.
His wife disappeared
like eight years ago.
He was the prime suspect.
He did it.
I know.
I was a detective
on the case.
They never found her.
A couple years later,
he beat up his new girlfriend
and got six months.
It would've been longer, but
he had the money to fight it.
Actually,
it was his wife's money.
I guess you could
call that ironic.
I walk past here every night.
Stop and look at the place.
Hoping he sees me.
[ominous music ]
She just texted me.
She's...
...gonna be right out.
I'll be glad to ring the bell.
No, um...
She's fine.
You sure?
Yes.
All right.
Come on, Chocolate.
[suspenseful ambience]
[crickets chirping]
["Fur Elise" playing on
piano ] [phone jingles]
Fuck.
[crickets chirping]
[ominous music ]
Kelly.
[whispering urgently]
Come down.
Kelly!
[strange thumping,
squeaking noise]
[noise continues]
Aw, shit.
[ominous music ]
[clatter]
Ah!
[groaning, whimpering]
[panting]
[drill whirring]
I'm gonna fucking kill you!
[pounding]
No, no, no, no, no, no!
Let me out!
Let me out, motherfucker!
Hey!
Hey!
I'm gonna fucking kill you!
[pounding]
I'm gonna fucking kill you!
Motherfucker, let me out!
Let me outta here!
Let me out!
Oh, shit.
Oh, fuck.
[panting]
[tense music ]
[chimes jingle]
[groans]
[panting]
[muffled]
Hey!
Come on!
[muffled thumping]
[muffled grunting]
Let me outta here, motherfucker!
[suspenseful music ]
[muffled grunting]
[thumping]
[pounding]
Jesus!
- Are you okay?
- Yeah.
What were you doing up there?
Looking for Kelly.
Just fucking rats
or squirrels.
You shouldn't have
come in here.
I was freaked out
standing out there,
and then you weren't answering
my texts.
Yeah, well, my phone died.
We need to get out of here!
We need to find Kelly!
We don't even know
she's in the house!
She is! The tracking app on my phone
says she's in here somewhere.
[phone jingles]
[ominous music ]
[Kelly whimpering]
What the fuck?
Where am I?
Let me out!
Let me out!
[grunts]
Come on!
The fuck?
Are you watching me?
Listen, you sick
piece of shit.
Let me out of here
right fucking now!
I can't do this.
You need to stay up here.
Hide in the bathroom.
Lock the door.
If he comes in, bash his fuckin'
brains out, all right?
Hold onto the phone.
If he texts you,
just make sure
you keep checking it.
No, take it.
It's better with you.
[panting]
Go.
[ominous music ]
[crying]
[growling]
[wind chimes jingling]
[Kelly, on video]
Anyone there?
Anybody there?
[clatter]
[shouting indistinctly]
Fuck!
Come on, you guys!
Come on.
All right, you made your point!
Please. Look, look!
I'm right here!
[pounding]
Please, that's enough!
[ominous pounding]
[pounding, thumping continues]
[dull clatter]
[dog collar rattling]
[dog panting]
[dog whimpers, whines]
[lights hum]
[dog barks]
[wind chimes jingling]
[wind chimes jingling]
[dog whimpering]
[ominous music ]
[dog barks, whines]
[dramatic sting]
[screams]
[distant barking]
[barking]
[dog whining]
[dramatic sting]
[Man]
Yo, hello, hello.
Hello.
I think it's time
we had a chat.
If you wanna save your friend.
There's an... extension ladder
...on the side of the house.
Come on.
Come on up.
Let's have a chat.
[wind chimes jingling
in the distance]
[clattering]
[gasping]
Fuck.
[ominous music ]
[groans]
[cries out]
[eerie ambience]
[Man humming "Fur Elise"]
You should lose that.
I know it's not
a very original deterrent.
It's very effective.
Go, Second Amendment!
In all seriousness, I am
for stricter background checks.
And the complete elimination
of the sale of assault weapons.
I'm just sayin'.
Where is she?
Why did you ring my doorbell?
Why'd you break
into my house?
It was a game.
It was random.
- We didn't...
- Oh, it's just random?
Yes.
We didn't mean
to get anyone upset.
Okay?
Just tell me where she is
and I'll leave.
Not tell anyone what happened.
[crickets chirping]
You would do that?
So, I could draw up a document
saying things to that effect,
and we could take it over
to the 24 hour notary?
Just tell me what you
want me to do.
Good.
What are you majoring in
in college?
Are you fucking serious?
Just tell me...
Give me an idea
of the field of expertise
you wanna focus on.
Computer science.
You mind if I make
a suggestion?
History.
I know it's the poor stepchild
in today's academia,
but history is about...
...change,
about envisioning it,
and putting in into context.
It prepares you
for critical thinking.
Well, computer science, yeah, you're
gonna learn how to write code,
but it does not necessarily...
...encourage original thought.
Please. Please!
Shut up. Shut up, okay?
I'll do anything.
I'll do anything.
Okay.
Let's play the game.
- A game?
- Okay, let's play your game.
If you can successfully...
...execute the task,
then you get to be a hero
and save your friend.
All right.
Odds are...
...you jump off this roof...
...into my pool.
What?
It's not impossible.
I-it's a trough pool,
so it's 3.5 feet
on either end,
but 5.5 feet
right in the middle,
and that would be
the preferred target.
How does hat help
get Kelly out of the box?
Mmh...
In there,
you'll find an envelope
with a phone in it.
There'll be a number
with an access code
to a voice message.
You dial there,
there'll be one message.
And it'll have the whereabouts
of your friend.
How do I know you're not
bullshitting me?
[chuckles]
You don't...
...but your options
are kinda limited, huh?
[ominous music ]
If you're lucky,
you'll just break a leg.
And then you could, like,
doggie paddle
over to the side,
and kind of
hobble yourself
into the guesthouse.
It'll work out.
Ouch.
I like the way
your mind works.
You can do it.
[giggles]
[cries out]
[thud]
[silence]
[groans]
[ominous music ]
[very distant siren]
Ooh.
[snap]
[screams]
[dog barking]
[cries out]
[barking]
Fuck.
[Man]
Hello?
Who's down there?
[dog whimpers]
I know you.
I know you, you good boy.
You lookin' for
your silly daddy?
Hey, Choco-latte.
Hey.
You good boy.
Ruff-ruff-ruff-ruff.
[dog panting]
[suspenseful ambience]
[coughing, gasping]
[power tool buzzing]
[tool powering down]
If the penny isn't even
it means that the skate
wasn't properly lined up
with the wheel.
One edge'll be a little higher.
I used to do this before
every one of my son's practices.
[sighs]
Until they took him
away from me.
It kinda makes me feel
like he's still here.
[ominous music ]
[clattering]
[grunts]
[tense music ]
[both grunting]
[cries out]
[groaning]
[both grunting, groaning]
[panting]
[Man growling]
[pounding]
[gasping]
[coughing, spitting]
[eerie ambience]
[moans weakly]
[coughing]
[whimpering]
[grunting]
[water running]
[panting]
[ominous music ]
Doggie.
Doggie.
[dog whimpering]
[barking]
[crickets chirping]
[dog licking]
[dog whines]
[dog panting]
I'll be back.
[Man on TV]
Hello...
[dramatic sting]
...again.
Hey.
Nice work.
Where's Ryan?
What? No, "Hey,
where's the girl?"
Just tell me where they are
and we'll leave,
and we'll forget that this
ever happened.
Your boyfriend offered
that same thing.
It's too late.
The girl's still alive,
but house rules still apply,
so...
...you leave, it's all over
for her.
What did you do to him?
We just played your game.
What the fuck
does that mean?
Oh, what is it?
You... you kids
with your foul mouths.
It's disturbing.
You're fucking disturbing!
Where is he?!
[ominous music ]
Well...
...last time I saw him,
he said he was goin'
for a swim.
[TV beeps]
[gasping]
Jesus!
It's me.
Are you okay?
Yeah. Could be better.
What happened?
He chased me in the basement.
I hit him,
and I thought he was out,
but he just popped up
on the screen,
saying the same shit,
you know.
You're wet.
Are you okay?
I took a jump
off the high dive.
Wasn't my idea.
Here.
Take this.
It doesn't work.
- Be right back.
- Wait.
I'll be right back.
[ominous music ]
[dog whimpering]
[electronic jingle]
[footsteps]
Jesus! It's me!
Stop doing that!
I didn't find her.
I found a dead guy
in the basement.
Uh, the guy with the dog, yeah.
Fuck. He was just
trying to help.
What is that?
I found it downstairs.
She was standing on this stool
with this noose
around her neck.
You didn't tell me that.
Yeah, well, I didn't
wanna scare you.
Didn't wanna scare me?
What's that?
I don't know.
Looks like a rig.
Break a fall maybe?
What fall?
When I looked through the window
into the house,
she was standing on this stool.
Someone pulled it out
from under her.
Looked like she broke her neck.
He must have staged it.
Staged it?
This is totally fuckin' twisted!
[electronic jingling]
What is this?
Is that us?
I don't know.
I can't really tell.
[ominous music ]
Holy shit.
She knew him.
What do you mean?
He's taking pictures of us
at the beach,
and an hour later,
we're at his house.
It doesn't make any sense.
Then you explain it to me.
What was he doing there?
You knew about it.
What are you-
what are you saying?
That's insane.
You and her did all of this.
You screwed with me
at the beach,
and you got me in here,
and now I'm here!
No, stay away from me!
He tried to kill me, too.
How?
He played the game with me.
He knew about the game?
Yeah, he must've made Kelly...
Made Kelly?! She was in on it,
and so were you!
Why would I have shown you
this stuff?!
She's not here.
What do you mean
she isn't here?
I'm still tracking her.
On the 405 going north.
We've gotta go after them.
What?
[thudding]
[grunts]
You know Prince died
on this shit.
[eerie music ]
He was 57...
...and weighed 100 pounds.
We gotta go.
They turned onto the 14.
Get some sleep.
Here.
[intense electronic music ]
[Ryan murmurs in Chinese]
Where are we?
[Tracy]
Mojave.
[Ryan]
Why'd we stop?
[Tracy]
We need gas.
[grunts]
I'll pump.
Can you get me
a Red Bull or something?
Yeah.
Here.
[phone jingles]
Jesus.
Oh, Kelly.
[eerie music ]
[Kelly, on phone]
Ryan...
Please get me out.
[Ryan]
Fuck!
You know I don't like
small places.
Let me out!
Tell me about her.
What?
About you and Kelly.
Not some bullshit
preschool story.
I'm not getting into that now.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What are you-
what are you doing?
[Tracy]
I'm going home.
[Ryan] No. No, you're not-
you're not going home!
[tense music ]
Stop! Stop!
Turn back! Turn around!
Shit! She's gonna die
in that fucking box!
She doesn't have to!
Fuck!
She lived with us
for six months.
We were both 11 years old.
She was a foster kid.
That much I know about you.
So she was like my sister.
You're gonna have to do
better than that.
My dad was a drunk.
A bad drunk.
One night, he comes home,
and he just starts
beating me
for no reason.
He never needed one.
Hitting me with his fists,
totally out of control.
Knocked-knocked out a tooth.
Broke a couple ribs.
Kelly wakes up
and finds me in the kitchen.
She just looks down at me.
Doesn't say anything.
But I know
what she's gonna do.
He was passed out
on the bed.
She hits him, like,
five times.
I couldn't stop her.
She killed him?
He would've been better off.
Now he's just sittin'
in one of those homes
watchin' cartoons 24/7.
My only regret...
...is that
I didn't do it myself.
Kelly?
She ran away.
Hid under the pier.
That's where she went
when she was scared.
Still does.
What happened to her?
Sh-she went...
to juvie for a year.
Bounced around, like,
nine foster homes.
We always kept in touch.
This better not be bullshit.
It isn't.
[eerie, ambient music ]
We're not that far away.
I dropped a pin.
And what's the plan
if we find 'em?
I dunno.
He has a gun.
Yeah, I remember.
I'll deal with it.
This isn't a game.
Yeah, we can write about it
for our senior thesis.
Yeah? How do we explain
the dead body in the basement?
They're close.
They turned off the road.
Slow down.
[intense music ]
Turn here.
[Tracy]
Here? Really?
[Ryan]
Yes.
[Tracy]
There is nothing there.
Just go, go!
Go!
Where now?
Follow this path.
That path. That path.
That's it. That's it.
Go... Go.
Go closer.
How do we know it's them?
I guess we'll find out.
Where's my knife?
I have it.
- G-give it to me.
- No.
We should call the police now.
He's probably seen us!
Gimme the knife!
[Tracy]
No!
Fuck!
Ryan!
Ryan, wait!
Wait!
Here.
Listen to me.
Go that way.
I'll go there.
You open it.
One, two, three.
Kelly!
What the fuck?
Where is she?
Don't you fuckin' die on me.
Where is she?
Where is she?
What? I don't-
I don't know!
I don't know
where she is,
She was in this box!
She was in this box!
[groaning]
It wasn't...
...my plan.
- It was her plan.
- What plan?!
And she changed the plan!
[panting]
I've got a plan!
Odds are,
I lock you in this box,
and I fuckin' leave you here.
No! No! No!
No!
[Man coughing]
I don't know
where she is!
Jut answer the question!
[Man]
I don't know!
Wrong answer.
[Man]
Wait!
What are you doing?!
No!
Come back!
I swear I don't know
where she is!
[Tracy]
Where are you going?
[Man]
Don't do this!
[Tracy]
Hey!
[Man]
Come back!
[Tracy]
Ryan!
[Man]
Come back!
Please!
Please!
[eerie music ]
[birds chirping]
[wind chimes jingling]
[dog whimpering]
Come on, Doggie.
[ambient music ]
[dog panting]
What are we doing here?
[dog barks]
You went back inside?
Did anyone see you?
No.
What are we gonna do
with him?
[tense music ]
[barks]
[doorbell rings]
Chocko!
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Where did you find him?
I found him wandering
down the street.
Where's my husband?
I don't know, ma'am. I...
Did you see my husband?
He was by himself.
I have to go.
Thank you.
There was hope
in her eyes.
But I had nothing
to tell her.
It made me sick
to my stomach.
We didn't kill him.
He died because of us.
You can't think of it
like that.
How else do we
think about it?
We have to get
our stories straight.
Why?
For our senior thesis?
Where are you going?
To get a tetanus shot.
[pensive music ]
[seagulls calling]
[ambient music ]
Ryan.
[indistinct conversation]
Hi.
You found me.
I've been coming here
every morning
for the last two weeks.
Just like Ryan.
He told you about our
super-secret meeting place?
Who was he to you?
I did a project on him
for Sociology.
I thought it would be cool
to see
if he could convince himself
he didn't kill his wife.
You know how the mind
plays tricks with itself?
We got along.
He liked me.
I treated him like he
was a normal person.
You're crazy.
I got an A.
He wasn't a textbook sociopath.
He had an IQ of, like, 160.
He was really interesting.
We became friends.
I didn't think he would
get carried away like that.
We had it all planned out.
Oh, you mean like having Ryan
jump off a roof?
Stabbing me
with an ice pick?
Killing a neighbor
who was walking his dog?
That wasn't supposed to happen.
Who turned out the lights
and locked me in the basement?
[ominous music ]
The phony hanging?
Looks good.
[speaks indistinctly]
Whose idea was the box?
One day, he asked me
if I had a recurring nightmare.
I told him,
waking up in a coffin.
So, this is how they'll see me?
Yeah.
[kids playing in the distance]
[indistinct conversation]
We found him in it.
That was supposed to be
the last surprise.
All right.
And you were-you were okay
in this box?
It's not too tight?
You'll be fine.
That's too tight.
You didn't play
by our rules.
[Man shouting]
Kelly?!
Kelly!
Just answer!
Answer me!
[Man continues shouting
indistinctly]
Kelly!
Come back!
Kelly!
[Tracy] So what would've happened
if we picked the same number?
He wouldn't have let you in.
We would've all gone home.
You didn't think I was
good enough for Ryan, did you?
No.
I'm sorry.
Look, I really am, but...
...there's nothing
we can do about it now.
[surf lapping]
You're wrong.
There's something.
[dramatic music ]
[doorbell rings]
[dog barking]
Hi, Doggie.
I need to talk to you
about something.