Damn ketchup…
I want a pillow.
♪ Lonely ♪
♪ I'm Mr. Lonely ♪
♪ I have nobody ♪
♪ For my own… ♪
♪ I am so lonely ♪
♪ I'm Mr. Lonely ♪
♪ Wish I had someone To call on the phone ♪
♪ I'm a soldier… ♪
You up?
7th Floor. Uh, how are you feeling?
What happened down there?
As if you don't know. They caught on to us.
I know that you've been helping them out,
trying to level the playing field and all that.
Where's the fun there? You gotta have an edge, you see?
Some drama.
Why mess with the way of the world?
Top floors do the ruling, the bottom floors do as we say.
We've got a hierarchy around here.
Why stick with the losers when you're so smart?
That's boring.
You're a top shelf guy. Act like it.
At the end of the day, all of us want the same thing.
We wanna squeeze all the cash we can outta this show.
They're gonna thank us some day, okay?
Why'd those bastards do that?
It must've been to stop us from buying weapons.
Weapons?
They don't want us fighting back.
Sh!
Why else would they have broken our intercoms?
We're completely stuck now.
Don't worry about this. I'm gonna make you rich as hell.
Man, I should've stocked up more.
Ugh, I'm worried about 7th Floor.
I mean, why'd they go and drag him away?
They could be trying to make him turn against us.
You think so?
Well, I mean, he's on a top floor, after all.
Plus, with the delivery chute thing, they need him to help block us lower floors.
Ah, we're really screwed if that's true. 7th Floor's the only one with any brains.
Hey.
Speak for yourself.
-Right. -Well…
Come on. I doubt he'll abandon us.
Why… After all the work he's done trying to help us…
I don't know. He and I have gotten pretty close in here.
-Oh? -We smoke together.
Right, right.
Have you guys gotten any food?
-I haven't. -I guess they haven't sent it.
It's strange. Why are they still all up there?
Beats me. Somethin' weird's goin' on.
What in the…
Huh?
Oh God. This doesn't feel right.
Why is his arm around 7th?
7th Floor, hey. Feelin' better?
Here's how things are gonna progress from this point forward.
We have about 160 hours on the clock.
We need to keep those numbers up.
In other words, 24 hours a day, just like before.
We need you to keep working hard in order for us all to reach our goal.
Hey, wait a second. What's going on?
Don't you guys have to work too?
We're all in this together, right?
You're making us do all the work while you sit around on your lazy butts.
Hey… Come on, now.
7th Floor, tell her she's wrong.
As always, you have the choice to opt out of working.
You can make that decision yourself.
But your food and water will now be withheld.
So you're gonna starve us? The game's over if we die, idiot!
We will ensure that nobody dies.
It's obvious what that actually means.
We'll be on death's doorstep
while they hand out just enough food to keep us from croaking.
8th Floor starved us for three days.
The utter hell of slowly wasting away is worse than death.
If you earn enough time playing the games of our choosing…
…you'll receive a coin like this one.
Water and meal kits are now a coin apiece.
Items purchased through the delivery chute in the square
will also cost you coins.
One coin is equal to three hours.
So, for every three hours you make, you'll receive one coin.
If we don't make three hours?
Simple. You won't receive any coins at all.
Is this some kind of joke?
-You bastards! -2nd Floor, don't do it!
One more step and I'll zap you.
This one's heavy duty. You're in for a treat.
Let's not overthink this.
If you want to buy a meal and one water bottle, then,
you'll need to earn two coins a day.
If you make just six hours daily, you'll get to eat.
Not too tough. That's 24 hours total.
As long as you keep up the good work,
you should easily be able to earn that much a day.
You all know how to earn time.
So if we don't earn enough each day, we don't get to eat?
They didn't just win him over. He's one of them.
And now he's leading the charge.
7th Floor, are you for real? You gotta admit, this is a step too far.
We've been working together this whole time!
Now you're putting it all on us? I don't understand what's going on.
This isn't right! You can't treat us like this.
Aren't we all on the same side? It's so unfair.
I'm not gonna stand here and let you make us your slaves!
You motherfucking prick!
Told you it was heavy duty.
Anyone else got a problem?
-Oh God. -Don't!
It's too violent for me. Tell me when it's over.
Oh! Look how much time we made!
Nothing's really changed.
We're all here to get money out of this show.
And we'll still walk away with more money than we could've otherwise dreamed of.
You four will just be working a little harder than the rest of us will be.
But it's only natural.
Our floors determine our roles in this world.
You just happen to be the ones on the working floors.
Inside this box are a set of ping-pong balls.
A different game is written down on each of the balls.
You'll choose the day's game at random.
Each game is designed to have one winner, and the losers are punished.
What's the punishment? What are you gonna do, tase us again?
Depends on the game.
You'll find out more in due time. But first things first.
3rd Floor, would you like to choose the first ball?
You.
We'll play hide-and-seek.
-Like the game kids play? -Yes.
Now, before the game begins.
Eyes, tongue, arms, or legs. Please choose one.
What are you talking about?
Eyes, tongue, arms, or legs.
Choose one each.
Tell us what they mean.
We have a right to know what we're choosing.
-The reason-- -It'll be more fun if we keep it a secret.
-I'll tear that bitch's head… -Let it go.
What should I do?
It'd help if I knew what it meant.
Which should I choose? What are they gonna do?
I'll take…
Uh…
Well, I'll go with the arms.
Oh, Jesus. This is crazy.
I'll choose…
I'll take legs. Uh, I suppose.
Okay, fine, then. The tongue for me.
So that leaves the eyes for 2nd Floor.
Okay. Should we tie them up now?
Oh, no.
Handle our cash cows with care.
6th Floor was "it," and the four us had to run and hide.
Because we're in hell, this was different than the game we played growing up.
First of all, we were bound.
We got a penalty, which is why we had to choose a body part.
The second thing was that getting found didn't mean the game was over.
That was… just the beginning.
All right. Is everybody ready?
Ah!
Now, hide!
Ten!
HIDE-AND-SEEK
Nine!
-Hurry! -♪ I don't got a dollar to pay my rent… ♪
-Seven! Six! -♪ You got a lot less for a dollar bill… ♪
-Five! -♪ But you don't wanna know… ♪
-Four! -♪ And, baby, it's already you… ♪
-Three! Two! -♪ And, baby, you'll miss the show… ♪
-One! -Here we come!
-Come out, come out, wherever you are! -♪ And, baby, you'll miss the show… ♪
Hey!
-Right there. -Oh, dang.
♪ I ran out of gasoline to feed my car ♪
♪ Spent all of my money To reach for the stars ♪
♪ Still, I want to… ♪
-Hey, 1st Floor! You're out! -♪ You are my precious, baby ♪
♪ Oh, no, I don't know, yeah… ♪
Look! Get her.
-♪ And, baby, it's already you… ♪ -Quick, go after her!
♪ And, baby, you'll miss the show… ♪
-♪ And, baby, it's already you… ♪ -Hah!
-Two to go! Oh, yeah! -♪ And, baby, you'll miss the show… ♪
Two down, and two more left to go!
Where, oh, where did you go?
-Ready or not, here I come now! -♪ And, baby, it's already you ♪
Hmm… where could you be?
Don't worry… I'll find you.
Where are you?
♪ I ran out of gasoline to feed my car ♪
♪ Spent all of my money ♪
-♪ To reach for the stars… ♪ -Hey!
Well, isn't this getting fun?
♪ You are my precious, baby ♪
♪ Oh, no, I don't know, yeah… ♪
♪ And, baby, it's already you ♪
♪ And, baby, you'll miss the show ♪
♪ And, baby, it's already you… ♪
♪ And, baby, you'll miss the show… ♪
-Enough. -Hands off! Shit!
You found three people. The game's over now, okay?
Hmm…
♪ And, baby, it's already you ♪
Now, that's what I like to see!
3rd Floor managed to stay hidden until the very end.
This makes him the day's winner. Congratulations.
Hmm?
So, as I told you earlier,
3rd Floor will be exempt from the penalty.
A loser will be selected randomly to receive the chosen punishment.
Let's begin the preparations. 4th Floor?
We're gonna call this the Human Piñata.
We're making sure that 3rd Floor can't see a thing,
and we'll have him spin around ten times.
Then he will come out swinging.
-Fate will decide which of you he hits. -But this is too much, isn't it?
Huh?
You can refuse, but, as I'm sure you recall,
you need to earn 24 hours if you want food and water.
If this round is too lackluster to earn enough time,
we'll immediately start another game.
I take it you understand the situation.
I'm sorry, guys!
-"IT'S OKAY, 3RD FLOOR!" -"DO IT!"
"I'LL BE FINE."
I'm so sorry!
-One! -Get it over with! Do it!
Two. Three.
Four. Five…
"DO IT ALREADY!"
"3RD FLOOR! I'M OKAY!"
Eight. Nine.
"JUST FUCKING DO IT!"
Ten! Swing!
Oh!
Hey, you won!
Oh, 1st Floor! I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Oh God! No.
He's bleeding! No, oh, my God…
Oh God!
Just breathe, okay? Breathe. You'll be okay.
We earned 26 hours from the day's events. Not too shabby.
You get one coin per three hours.
But as a token of our appreciation,
we'll give you nine coins for performing so well.
Now, you'll each write down how many coins you'd like to receive out of that nine.
Another twist?
If the total number you write down is anything greater than nine,
then no coins will be dispensed, so please, think carefully.
What kind of bullshit is this guy spewing?
Sorry, are you saying that there's a chance we won't eat or drink today?
If our guess is wrong, that's it?
-We get nothing? -Yes, precisely.
-Shit, man… -Told ya he was smart.
You're not allowed to discuss your numbers.
If anyone's caught cheating, you'll all be responsible,
in which case, no one will receive any coins, so please bear that in mind.
Give us a break. We should be allowed to talk--
From this moment on
we ask for complete silence.
Here you go.
We get rewarded on our own,
but if one of us messes up, then we all suffer.
This is so sadistic.
Remember, no talking! Don't even look at each other. Mm-kay?
Let me think.
There are nine coins at stake, to split between the four of us.
If we each get two…
that leaves one on the table.
So, what, we just waste one?
Although, I was the winner today.
Don't I deserve a little extra?
It's better than nobody getting it.
Yeah, okay. That works.
Wait a sec. That might not be how other people see things.
1st Floor might think he should get the third coin,
as a consolation prize, which is fair.
But if we're basing this on who got hurt the most today,
then 2nd floor takes the cake.
If they both write down three…
Ugh.
This is tough. Oh, wait, you know what?
5th Floor could totally write down three, too.
Not, like, maliciously or anything, she could just be really hungry.
I could see her doing that.
God, I can't trust anyone, can I?
They'll be selfish and we'll all get screwed.
I'm gonna have to step up and be the smart one here.
They can be selfish, and I'll write zero.
No, that's insane. I can't sacrifice everything.
I need a water bottle, at least.
Uh, wait.
What if we do max out at ten? This is so risky.
Will they really let us starve? Are they that heartless?
The total number that you've submitted
is seven coins, in all.
-Huh? -Only seven?
You'll each receive the number of coins you wrote.
-Use them wisely. -They all wrote down two except for me.
I should've just gone with my first instinct.
The smart one, my ass.
One coin to tide me over. This leaves me with a decision to make…
7th Floor. You goddamn backstabbing son of a bitch.
Why'd I ever trust that fuckin' snake?
I bet he doesn't even really need glasses, the lying prick.
Okay. It's bedtime.
-It's the question game. -What'll this be?
Are they gonna punch us over and over while they make us answer questions?
It's just Twenty Questions. We think of a topic, you ask questions,
and you get 20 chances to figure out the right answer.
Whoever gets it wins the game.
The prize is the same as yesterday.
The winner will get to carry out the day's punishment. Not too bad.
Right, because smashing your teammate's head is such a blast.
-Are you ready to begin? -Okay!
TWENTY QUESTIONS
It's time. Please start guessing.
All right, here we go.
The beginning of Twenty Questions makes or breaks us.
We've gotta get a strong start if we're ever gonna get the answer in time.
Is it a person?
-No, no. -Can it breathe?
Nope.
-Is it something you hold? -Ah, no.
Uh, is it some kind of activity or action one does?
An action…
Oh, I think… yeah, you could call it that.
Is the thing something you do by yourself or only with other people?
Mm… No, you can't do it without at least two people.
All right. Does it feel good?
Very good, of course.
It feels good, and you need at least two people to do it.
Is it… sexual?
No, it's not sexual.
My God, 3rd Floor. Your mind's in the gutter.
Okay…
Is it something that, uh, we should all know about?
Hmm… Duh!
If you don't know, then you're dumb.
Oh, I know.
-Hey, wait. -I…
Are you sure you've thought this through?
Yeah, sorry, but I really think I know.
-You don't have to guess-- -I know, but I'm sure.
Trust me on this one.
How about "game"?
Nope.
Oh…
Ten questions left!
Hey, 5th Floor. They count it as a normal question when you make a guess like that.
-Oh. Sorry. -You know what?
That… was a good guess.
Could it really be…
I think I figured it out.
Actually, wait.
If I won, I'd have to swing the bat again.
This could be an opportunity.
If I can nudge 2nd Floor towards the answer,
then she'd hold the power.
And she knows how to fight.
Have you dummies given up?
I'll take a stab.
So, if it isn't a game…
could it possibly be
a quiz?
-Wrong. -That was 11 questions.
-Why'd you guess? -Take the hint. It's like a quiz.
Come on. The ball's in your court now.
-Don't let us down. -I've… got one.
-Yeah. -Don't do it.
Hey.
I think all of us know the answer.
-Why are you butting in? -A game or a quiz…
-Stop! -I don't think they're right.
But it's some kind of activity that we've done.
It shouldn't be you! Hang on.
Stop.
Stop! Please, no.
Oh, no, I'm sorry, guys.
But I just forgot what I was gonna say.
Lame. What the heck?
-Just ignore me. -Ah. 1st Floor, you're a tease!
Now, that was one hell of an assist.
Thanks for pickin' up what I was puttin' down.
Now, okay, 2nd Floor, bring it home.
-I'll bite. -Come on!
Twenty Questions?
You got the right answer! Yay!
The winner of Twenty Questions is 2nd Floor.
-Good job. -Yay!
Okay. Here's our chance. Finally.
Our luck's about to turn.
Payback time, in the form of a badass with a bat.
I just hope she knows what she's gotta do.
Come on.
Don't let us down now. This is our shot.
We're counting on you, 2nd Floor.
How does this feel, bitches?
Seven. Eight.
Nine, and…
Ten! Swing it!
I really should have seen that coming.
It's not like 2nd Floor has supernatural enemy-locating skills.
I'm so naive.
Why did I think she'd be able to beat the crap outta them blindfolded like that?
I've been in her shoes.
When you're all spun around, how can you think about fighting back?
It's overwhelming.
When you get used to being pushed around…
-Wake up. -…you change.
You start to think that's all your life's gonna be.
The top floors were forcing us
to trade our blood, sweat, and tears, just for a few coins.
The worst part was having to hurt each other, but we learned to accept even that.
We got used to our waking nightmare.
After a few days of the new regime,
something catastrophic happened.
We sunk lower.
You earned enough time working today to potentially receive nine coins.
However, you collectively wrote down ten coins.
-One too many. -Huh?
According to our rules, you will not receive any new coins today.
We'd all thought here and there, "Why not just write down three?
"Where's the harm in that, right?
All that wishful thinking finally exploded in our faces. We were outta luck.
So, if we don't guess correctly--
You know what it means, and you can redeem yourselves tomorrow.
You can spend any coins you've saved, but if you don't have a stash…
Well, I'm sorry. You'll be a little worse off.
We didn't know things could get worse.
Hunger and thirst already haunted our every waking moment.
"Worse?"
Our clothes were blood-stained and we lived in squalor.
How's that possible?
As it turns out, you can always be pushed lower.
Thank you all for your participation.
The thing about losing your last shred of hope…
You four are dismissed.
…is that you realize… you have nothing to lose.
Move it. You forget how to walk?
And it's times like these that the haves should be most afraid of the have-nots.
Go to your rooms.
Get out!
You've been dismissed, now go to your rooms!
Looking back on the week,
you all worked extremely hard without a break.
You're a bit burnt-out, so you feel tense.
I understand that.
Here's something that might lift your spirits up.
Whoever leaves first will be given one coin.
No one move a muscle.
Don't budge.
If we give in, nothing will ever change.
We have to hold steady.
He's right.
We can't let them win again.
Hearing them say that lit a fuse inside me.
They were right. Maybe this was the moment we'd take the power.
For days now, they'd forced their crap down our throats.
We kept losing and losing, sinking so low.
But now… there was an electric current in the air.
If we could win this battle, there's no telling what we could do.
Standing there, I felt like we could take on anything.
A spark ran through the four of us,
and that little spark could grow into a fire,
and that fire could burn the top floors right--
Ten coins.
We'll give you ten coins.
But you only got a minute to step up.
Okay. That sounds fair. This is our last offer.
If none of you come forward in one minute,
we'll have no choice but to resort to force.
I hope you're ready.
They put 60 seconds on the clock,
but it didn't even take a full ten.
I'm sorry, guys.
I'm diabetic, and I've been struggling for a while now. I'm fading…
That strength we felt shattered. We'd sunk back down.
Lower… and lower… and lower.
We failed.
And whatever spark I felt was gone.
I started thinking seriously about the show's death clause.
If it was really gonna take one of us dying for this show to end, then…
I know it's wrong, but I had hoped that maybe…
someone might fall, succumb to shock, or starve to death.
I kept going to the darkest places, because what else can you do
when you're stuck in hell with no hope of escaping?
But I stopped hoping somebody else would die.
Kill me…
Because I wanted it myself. I was done.
Kill me…
But, no. Dying wasn't in the cards. Not here.
Give me whatever you have.
A rope.
Or a knife.
You can't kill yourself, silly. No! There's work to do.
You'd better get to bed.
Want me to knock you out?
-Huh? -Get some sleep.
There's no use wishing for the embrace of death. We still need you.
Yeah, you've got a big day tomorrow.
They were going to use my remaining life to keep raking in money for themselves.
I'm only a tool.
FOOD AND ACCOMMODATION PROVIDED SPEND TIME TO EARN MONEY
God. Why did I think not being able to die was a good thing?
Being worked to the bone and barely surviving is so much worse.
DEATH IS NOT AN OPTION
-Then one day, something great happened. -Oh, sorry.
-That talented 1st Floor worked his magic. -I'm so clumsy.
And slipped both me and 2nd Floor a note.
I felt a spark inside me. It was like waking up after a long sleep.
Here was our chance.
1st Floor was gonna give us a signal.
The morning after that,
we'd ride down the chute to his room and wait.
As it turns out, the delivery chute is the perfect size
for an adult to curl up inside of.
On our own, we're weak.
But together, we're stronger than the sum of our parts.
And the top floors won't see it coming.
Wow. Why'd I never think of this?
We learned that the smallest glimmer of hope can make all the difference.
One spark. That's all it takes.
That bit of hope makes it possible
to imagine a tomorrow that's a little brighter than today.
And then the next day…
Who knows what we'll make happen after that?
Suddenly, it felt like this hell had an end date.
That bright tomorrow felt possible.
We kept playing the same games, kept getting beaten up and bloodied,
kept living in the same absurd world as before.
Only now, it felt different.
1st Floor would give us the cue one of these days.
And the world as we knew it would change.
The revolution was in sight.
It makes a sound.
You're so funny.
What sound? Why was he being so mysterious?
It makes a sound?
The heck? What was that about?
That's it. The sound of the chute.
They're here!
Having fun?
What?
Isn't life better on our side?
-Hmm? Be a bit more specific. -Oh, you know what I mean.
We just get to relax while the others work. It's nice, huh?
Well, can't complain.
Could be worse, I guess.
-Ooh! -You're hard to please.
As for me, I'm lovin' it here.
Why is it so hard?
-Your stance is completely wrong. -Hmm?
Don't bend your wrist.
-Okay? And hold it very gently. Got it? -Okay.
Putt.
Okay, nice one!
The chute does make noise.
It totally slipped my mind.
This could've been really bad.
But what if… this is all just a big fat trap?
Why do you think that?
It'd be good content.
He'd sabotage us and rake in the hours.
If that's what he wanted, why tip us off?
Why not catch us in the act?
3rd Floor is right.
7th Floor must be… signaling that the time is right to revolt.
Why would he have a sudden change of heart after all this?
It feels risky to trust the guy now.
He's betrayed us before.
-Hey! -Oh!
So close! I'll try again.
Nice.
-No, no. Crap! -Just hold on!
Hey, are you alright?
Two minutes, 45 seconds. You only have one more chance left.
Come on, guys, we were so close.
15 more seconds and we would've made it…
We can do this. We'll get it this time, guys.
Everything's falling into place.
8th Floor, 6th Floor, and 4th Floor look bored.
They're barely paying attention.
I can tell that their guards are down. Which is good for us.
The only one that I can't quite figure out is 7th Floor.
HOLDING FOR 3 MINUTES
I guess we'll just have to pray he's on our side.
Just a little…
Oh, gosh!
I'm so sorry.
Uh, sorry, excuse me…
My stomach's killing me. It's been bad for a while.
Could you, um, please buy me some medicine after this?
Here we go. That was our cue.
"My stomach's killing me" means that the time has come to set our trap.
It's time to see what we're made of.
It's here. Tomorrow's the day.
Yeah, I'll make a call.
The key, please.
I'd like to order some antacid tablets.
It's the morning of Day 47.
I was too amped up to sleep last night.
My whole body keeps shaking.
Partially out of anxiety, sure. But mostly, I'm excited.
My heart's about to pound outta my chest, but it doesn't matter.
Only death itself could stop me at this point. It's go time.
There's no turning back now.
They drove us to desperation. They tried to break us. They got close.
But we're fighting back. We have to.
The long night is finally over, and a new day is dawning.
And this feels like a damn fine time for revolution.
Help me, help! Somebody, please!
I need help!
My stomach is killing me!
Help! God, please!
What's going on?
-I don't know. -Help me, please!
I'm begging you!
Oh, it's so bad. God!
What's wrong?
I feel like I'm gonna explode!
Is everything okay?
It's killing me. Help me!
What?
I need a doctor!
Oh God… God, it's too much.
-Please, help! It's getting worse! Please! -Wait a sec.
-Just in case… -It's bad.
-Somebody! -If things feel off, use it.
Oh… This is getting real!
It's like I'm getting torn apart.
Oh! God, it's unbearable!
Oh God…
Oh, fuck!
Uh-oh.
Oh!
Hah!
Thanks, babe.
Ah, you pieces of shit.
Ah, you pricks just never learn.
You really fucked up this time.
-Get him. -Huh?
Right now!
Looks like my hand is fine now.