Oh, I can't breathe.
My boy.
Look at those eyes.
Oh, I would recognize them no matter
what you looked like.
Oh, my... baby.
So sweet... little boy.
Oh, you're alive!
I knew you were. I could feel it.
You know, they told me to give up, but I knew
that you'd come back one day. I knew it!
My intuition is never wrong. - Ma.
Hi. Hi.
- Hi. - Hi.
Theo...
It's your brother!
- Yeah, I know. Hi.
Come on. Ah.
Uh, this is a little... - Like, weird, yeah.
- Yeah. - Yeah. Ahem.
- Uh, this is O'Keefe,
our sibling. - Hi.
- I'm not sure you'd remember me.
I'm your Uncle Seamus.
- Uh... Sorry.
It's, uh... It's a bit fuzzy,
but hi. Hi. - Of course. Of course.
Where--where's Spencer? Ahem.
- Oh, he's back at the house. Oh, my God. He's going
to totally freak out when he sees that you're here.
- Uh, he knows that I'm here.
Paid for my flight and everything.
- What? - Yeah. He found me a month ago.
Ah, he didn't tell you guys? - A month?
He's known a month?
And he didn't say anything to me?
- Maybe it's supposed to be some fucked up surprise.
- What the fuck?! - Hey, Mom--
- NO! WHOA! NO! - Look, let's talk with Spencer.
- I mean, really! What? How? - Let's talk to him
and see what's going on. OK? Maybe Seamus is right.
Maybe it's some kind of surprise. - I--I am so sorry
to have to tell you this...
but Spencer is gone.
- Gone? He left the island?
- No. I...
I gave him his end-of-life medication.
- What?! Oh, my God. - No... That's not...
I'm sorry, it was his request.
- He did it. Whoa. - Come on. Let's go.
- Get out of my way! - Get out of my way!
Oh...
Daddy...
- I'm sorry. I'm...
He didn't want anyone worrying while it happened.
- I... I'm his wife!
I should've been here! Instead, he died alone.
Just... alone. : He wasn't alone.
- I assure you...
his death was peaceful.
- Why... - Hey, hey. It's OK.
- Starting off the competition...
With his death, it just doesn't make sense.
- Unless...
he wanted to show us all how serious he was
about giving all his money away?
That's crazy, man.
- I mean, why-- why wouldn't he say goodbye?
Why wouldn't he say goodbye to me? I just...
I just don't get it. - I know, honey.
- Oh, God. Come on.
He didn't say goodbye to any of us.
- Yeah, yeah, but Dad-- Dad and I would always--
- But what?
'Cause, like, maybe...
just maybe you being his golden boy...
...has nothing to do with how he wanted
TO END HIS FUCKING LIFE!
I mean, look at her.
- Aww! - She's such kook!
- Ha! Such a show-off!
- I just... I don't know. I just knew she was the one.
- Wow. Oh, man.
- She says she feels like an outsider with everyone.
- Oh, you and Christie are talking to her?
- Yeah. I mean, she's shy but...
we talk on Facetime. In fact, she's the one that corrected us
on the time difference. We were off by, like, an hour.
She's got the smarts
of a 20-year-old at 13. - That's amazing.
Oh, you know, I can't wait to get to be a real uncle
without the weird age thing with Theo and O'Keefe.
- She's gonna love you.
Seriously. Talked about you.
- For real? - Of course, for real.
- I can't wait to meet her.
Oh, when--when does the adoption go through?
- I mean... foreign adoptions are expensive.
We're talking, like, 50 grand.
- You know, you can always ask Dad.
- Dad's not gonna give it to us.
I already hit him up once for fertility treatments.
Plus, he cut my monthly to, like, nothing years ago
'cause of my... partying.
- Yeah, but for something as great as this, I mean,
Dad'll be all over it.
- No. I'm not in his good books.
- No, no, no. You're gonna be a father now.
And once Dad sees how much this means to you,
I'm sure he'll come on your side.
And, you know, in fact...
in fact, I'll make sure of it.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- Best brother a guy could ever ask for.
- You know you can ask me for anything.
Anytime.
Straight up, man.
I'm sorry... for making this about myself.
- You don't need to apologize. - No, we're all upset
and shocked. - Now, we have to go out there
and play this ridiculous game
and pretend that Pater Noster isn't up there,
lying alone in bed. - Fuck it, I'm out.
- Then you will be eliminated from the inheritance.
Spencer was strict about this, and I will be too.
- Where's that will?
- Well, why don't you all just refuse to play?
Then you could just split it. Right? I mean,
that would be the most fair. - Yeah, Grandpa thought of that too.
If no one plays, all the money and property's
rolled back into Galloway Shipping.
- I will get nothing?
- Zero.
At a quick glance... none of us will.
There's no way out of it. We have to play.
- I'm in.
- Good! Good...
'cause I'm ready and raring to go.
That's what he wanted. Who am I to stand in his way?
- We're playing for Dad.
- Really? - I'll play.
- If we're all playing, then... fine.
- Fine, fuck.
For Spencer.
Last competition, and then none of us will have
to do this ever again.
- Oh, man.
This room is like...
exactly the same.
- Heh. Yeah. Mom wouldn't let me change anything.
- Even the smell.
- So you, uh... you recognize it?
- Are you asking if I'm really Vincent?
I would be too.
I'm telling you the truth. I'm your brother.
Take this, here.
I was obsessed with the family ghost.
- Yeah. You were a pretty dark kid.
- Hm.
So what happened?
You know, that night?
- Ah, you were there, man.
Uh...
I had a bag thrown over my head, and I was taken away.
A boat, at first, and then a... truck, I think.
And then, when they took the sack off, I was in...
a little room in maybe a boarding house.
- You must have been so scared.
- Yeah.
So who were they?
What did they want?
- I was just with them for a... for a couple of weeks.
- And after that?
- My family.
The people I think of as my mom and my dad.
Other side of the country. It was like I was adopted,
and no one would tell me anything about how.
Then, I, uh...
I just forgot.
- So who were they? Did they... buy you
or some fucked up thing like that?
- They were good people.
I don't wanna think about them that way.
- Oh, sorry, man. I...
I-- - Uh-uh.
Look... I kind of forgot about my old life.
Blocked it out, I guess.
Like... even that I was a twin, right?
And then, boom! Spencer just finds me out of the blue,
and all this comes...
rushing back.
- You know, not a single day went by
that I haven't thought of you.
Not one.
Or how...
How I let you down.
- You were a kid, man.
We both were. What were we gonna do?
And, you know, this place is all...
nice and fancy and everything, but...
...my folks were good.
And I hate to say it, our mom seems more than a little nuts.
Sounds like our granddad was too.
- Yeah. So we get to bunk here like a couple of kids again.
- Dibs, bro.
- Heh. Sure.
You know, where I come from,
you don't want the bottom bunk.
10-minute warning.
- Last one there loses a million bucks.
- Mmhm. - Yeah.
- Oh! Heh.
Hm.
- Fun fact: Dr. Phil isn't an actual a medical doctor.
And neither are you.
- What do you want, Florence?
- Uh... You off the island, pronto.
- Well, I will be leaving Monday,
with the winner.
I don't expect it to be you.
- Heh. How much are you making
for killing my dad?
- I'm the executor of his will.
And, for that, I get a standard 10%.
- Mm. For tricking him into killing himself.
- He was of sound mind when he presented me
with his idea.
- Prove it.
- Assisted suicides require sign-offs
from multiple doctors. I'm one of three.
If you won't take my word for it,
perhaps you'll take theirs.
- Hm. And what's their cut on this little scam of yours?
- Typical consultation fee.
But I suppose that is a lot more than you're likely to have
after this weekend.
- There's my boy.
You know, you're just the same size
as your brother, but...
you feel so different.
Feel his shoulders, O'Keefe!
They're rock hard. - I'm good.
- You know what? I'm, uh...
I'm gonna ask Theo, see if Spencer said anything,
any last words, that kind of--kind of thing.
- Sure. Sure.
- Mom, you're acting weird. You're freaking him out.
- Oh, you're always so dramatic. - No!
Granddad died, like, what...
an hour ago, maybe?
One second, you're all like, "Oh, how could he
do this to me?" And then you're... doing that,
you're grinning and it's freaky! - Yes! Because my son is back.
I am Leda and Melpomene.
I am comedy and tragedy. I am an artist. - Oh, Jesus.
- I have multitudes living inside of me.
- OK. Do I have to listen to another godawful
spoken word piece? - You'll understand someday,
if you ever get out of this jejune,
too-cool-for-feeling stage and actually decide
to have kids. - I'm a non-binary queer, Mom.
We don't... cut out our uteruses.
- I know...
- I can't believe we're doing this.
- Oh, sweetie, you've got to get your head in the game.
- Dad just died.
- How far do you think a gold bar
and some baubles of jewellery are going to take us?
I have gone through
far too much to let our money go to this garbage family!
- They're not garbage. - Oh, enough.
You think they defend you the way you defend them?
Man up and win this.
- Tough day.
This... family, our mothers...
There's a lot of pent-up, repressed feelings.
Not a lot of room for us quieter voices.
Yeah.
You know, you keep me sane, Theo.
And thank God you're here, man.
- He was a great...
...complicated man.
We're gonna miss him a ton.
Everyone, it's time.
Follow me.
- So... what the hell is this thing?
- Oh... I see
a brutalist Gorgon,
each rope a snake
representing a stage in Spencer's mortal journey.
- Pick a rope, everyone.
And when I give the signal,
climb up and stand on that knot.
- Until there's only one of us left?
- There is no winner.
There's only a loser.
The first person who falls off their rope
is kicked out of the competition,
and will not inherit anything from Spencer's estate.
- Just a loser, huh?
That is so our dad.
- Yeah. He always loved pointing out failure.
- I, for one, plan on proving him wrong
and winning this goddamn thing.
- Uh, Doc?
There's an extra rope.
Or is Dad's first big competition
musical chairs?
- It's for Liv. - What are you talking about?
Liv? But these competitions are
for family only.
Liv is family.
- Well, she's like family.
Of course, we've always been magnanimous,
embraced our servants, but I mean real family.
- She's actually biological family.
So yes...
Liv is a Galloway.
- No. I mean, my mother would've told me
if I-- - Liv, honey. Sh, sh, sh, sh.
It's not true.
What's next, Dr. Trinh?
Homeopathy is a hoax?
- What if it's true?
- I want proof from a lab.
- Do you have proof you're Spencer's daughter?
- Of course I'm his daughter. How dare you!
- Is there any way I'm not your child? Please, world.
- If Liv is a Galloway,
then she has every right to compete.
Get over here.
- And I thought I was gonna be the big reveal.
Who's your dad?
- I don't know.
- The competition starts now.
Climb your ropes.
This may look easy,
but we're barely above freezing.
Your hands will probably be the first to fail you
as they go numb.
And there's one final present from Spencer
to make this more challenging.
- Spikes?
- Jesus!
Whoa.
- You sure you wanna join the tribe?
- Not so easy, is it?
Back aching, hands cramping.
Lose your concentration and you slip.
That's just one hour.
- Think that rope's gonna hold, Grace?
- Why don't you hang yourself on your rope, Flo?
- Look at you.
Dangling like a puppet on a string. Hey.
That's a good metaphor for your life, right?
- Hey, don't listen to him.
- You do everything your mommy wants?
Everything your daddy wants?
- OK, that's enough.
- You're just a handsome little puppet
that they fuckin' love to use.
How are you going to run the business without Spencer
telling you everything to do, huh?
Huh?
- Just as you grew Galloway Shipping,
we should grow our family. I mean, we should...
support anything that grows the family line.
Who'd you knock up?
- No, no one, Dad. But say if, uh,
if Seamus and Christie
ever wanted to adopt... - OK, OK, OK, OK.
Seamus is playing you. You know that, right?
- He's not. - No?
So tell me...
what are you getting out of being his proxy?
- I get the happiness of helping Seamus
and Christie give a sweet little girl
a family, a home.
Look, I swear, Dad, I've never seen Seamus this excited.
I'll cover it.
- Wait. You will?
Really? Dad, thank you.
Thank you. - On one condition.
I need you to get something
of substance out of it too.
Something from Seamus.
- Like what? - That's for you to figure out.
Come back with something to balance
your transaction with Seamus.
Something that shows that you...
you're thinking about yourself getting ahead,
and I'll pay for the adoption.
Otherwise...
...it's a no.
I can't feel my hands.
- Mom.
OK?
Here.
Here, take this. Take it. - No! I'm fine! Just focus
on yourself. - Hey. It's all good.
Ready? Here.
We've got this in the bag. Heh.
Two of us in this competition is better than one, right?
- Pitying the destitute...
...was never in the spirit of Daddy's competitions.
- Hey!
Wake up, Doctor. Look at this.
- There are no rules against it.
In fact... there are no rules.
- Oh. So I can just kick someone off their rope, then?
'Cause that's what my dad would do.
- Seamus! Don't do anything stupid.
- It's not stupid, honey.
It's fun! - Honey!
Fuck off!
- Babe, stop!
All bark, no bite.
Your father's only trying to help you develop
the kind of instincts necessary to run his business.
- I know, but I don't need anything from Seamus.
- He still wants you to run the business, right?
- Of course he does.
- See? It's training.
He's not making this kind of effort for anyone else.
There's gotta be something Seamus has,
something that would impress your dad.
- Like what, his turtleneck collection?
- Something business-y.
It's the only thing he cares about.
- And Seamus doesn't. I mean, that's the problem.
He's made me his proxy on the Board of Directors.
- Then stop being a proxy.
- Ask Seamus for his seat?
- He doesn't want it. You do.
- I--I couldn't. No. - Look, once upon a time,
Spencer thought Seamus was gonna take over the company.
That's why he has the seat.
- And it's not like Seamus... wants it, right? I mean,
he probably wouldn't even care. He'll be too busy being a dad.
- You're so smart.
You're gonna make an incredible CEO.
That's two hours.
- I've been hard on you.
I didn't consider you had it bad too.
I just...
I just saw what I wanted to see.
And all that "get in your competitor's head" bullshit
that he kept pumping into us, it just...
- It's all right.
I've been there.
- No, no, no. You never fell for this stuff.
You were always good.
Just maybe you're an f'ing piece of shit.
Hey!
Hey! This is cruel.
Give him a jacket. That way, it's fair for all of us.
- I can't help anyone.
- DON'T DO IT! - Shut up!
You're worse than all of us.
Here. Come here.
Take it. Listen.
Take it, Brother.
You deserve it more than I do.
You got it, man!
Come on. Just a little more!
- NO!
I may be a piece of shit...
but I'm a damn good actor, huh?
These wounds need to breathe.
- We need some iodine. I was a nurse.
- Yeah. - I'm sorry, Jaden,
but you're out of the competition
and removed from your father's estate.
- YOU CHEATING ASSHOLES! - Ah!
Oh, no! It's "winning" assholes, Grace.
"Winning"! I'm gonna crush this!
Christie... let's go.
- Yeah. Don't worry about me, big brother.
- I'm gonna take care of him, thanks.
- Come on, sweetie.
- You up to date on your tetanus shots?
- Yeah, his boosters are up to date.
We made sure at his last physical.
OK. Well...
we'll clean these up. And then, maybe, we'll get your mom
to give you a couple of quick stitches for some of those bigger cuts.
- I'll go get the first aid kid. - OK.
- How could I be so stupid?
You should have known better.
- Oh...
All these years...
...avoiding the question,
refusing... to tell me...
- I'm sorry. - And I am one of them?
I'm sorry.
- Oh, no! Are your hands sore from trying
to kill your brother? - Hey! I thought we were a team.
- What the fuck is wrong with you? You know
your brother's back was ripped open by rusty metal spikes.
I know every family has its issues, but maybe
you guys should skip the dysfunction Olympics
and lock yourselves up a therapist
for a month or two. For me. - Christie! This--this--
this is what we do! - No. It's what you did.
It doesn't have to keep happening, especially now
that your dad's gone. - When I was six--
when I was six, my dad would blast
"We Are the Champions" at full volume
every time he beat me at checkers.
At six! And guess what? - You're a sore winner
as a result? - No. No!
I'm unbeatable, baby. - Yeah. Trust me, I know.
Every game we play, when you win,
there's a hip-grinding dick in my face
and it's not 'cause we sleep together, that's for sure.
- I promise you, Jaden is only hurt because he lost.
He's a tough kid. - No iodine and nothing
to stitch a cut with, but there are Band-Aids from 1985.
- The fallout shelter probably has what you need.
- Great. Let's go there and get it.
Fuck this weekend, and fuck this competition.
You are getting ugly out there and in here.
- There's millions of dollars on the line. For Christ's sake,
Christie, what do you want? - I want you to be yourself,
not the maniacs that your father is goading you on to be.
- Everything we could possibly want.
My family rubbing it in my face that we're broke
for the rest of my life. - I know you, Seamus.
You're gonna hate yourself after this is all over.
- No. - Yes.
- I did what Jaden would've done...
...if he was smart enough to think of it.
- Good news. I talked to Dad.
He's gonna give us the money?
- Come here! Ah! - Holy shit! Holy shit!
- Ah. You're gonna be a dad.
Here. Sit.
- Oh! - See, I told you!
- Ah.
- But here's the thing. It'll cost you your seat.
- Dad wants my board seat?
- Not Dad.
Me. I want it.
You said you needed my help.
Un-fucking-believable.
- Look, it was a condition. Dad--Dad made it a condition.
He said that I needed to get something out of this too.
- And that's what you chose?
- You don't even wanna be on the Board.
And it's not like you've ever done anything with it.
- Yeah...
I mean, he couldn't mould me, so he's just...
doing it to you. - He's not moulding me.
- Oh, this is you?
That's...
That's bullshit.
Oh, no. You're just becoming what he wants.
Fine.
Take the fuckin' board seat, superstar.
But if you're gonna be just like our fuckin' Dad...
...you are no brother of mine.
- It's my fault. I shouldn't have taken your--
- He would've gotten me some other way. He gets
into my head, Mom. - Your back looks
like stewing beef, and this is what you're worried about?
- Don't start siding with him now.
- I'm not siding with a single one of you.
You're all the same. - Yeah.
Afraid of being penniless, having to start all over again.
- Wait. There's a keypad?
Since when?
- Ever since your father started spending
way too much time on the dark web
and decided to turn this into some impenetrable safe room.
The security code... another thing he didn't tell me.
- Who the fuck's that?
Maybe it's the next challenge?
- Seriously? Hey, buddy!
Get the fuck out of here. LARPing was lame
15 years ago, and I've had enough.
This fucking guy. How did you even get here?
Tell us who you are, or we'll rip that stupid mask off
- and shove it so far up your ass. - Christie, stop!
You might mess up the next competition.
Are you kidding?
Do you know what? I'd love to.
- Mom! Mom! Mom, wait! - Jaden! Jaden! Jaden!
BACK OFF!
Damn! Ah!
What the fuck is that?
Ah...
- HELP!
HELP ME! HELLO?!
WHERE THE FUCK IS EVERYBODY?!
Help! HELP ME!
ANYBODY!
SEAMUS! HELLO?!
- What the fuck happened? - Seamus!
We were attacked! He was wearing a mask! - Come here!
Let me see! What the fuck?! - He's chasing Jaden and Grace right now!
- GET SOME TOWELS! - HE'S CHASING JADEN AND GRACE!
We have to go right now! He's chasing Jaden and Grace
right now in the woods! We have to go!
- Jaden! - Jaden!
- Grace!
Jaden!
Hey!
HELP ME! HELP ME!
HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME, PLEASE!
HELP ME!
- JADEN!
JADEN!
- JADEN! No! - HELP ME!
- JADEN! - SOMEBODY HELP, PLEASE!
HELP ME!
Mom! Mom! Help me!
Oh!
- Help me! - Oh, my God!
Oh, my God! HELP!
- Jaden? Jaden! - HELP ME!
- Everyone, be quiet for a second.
The old shed.
Ah!
- HELP!
- There's that Galloway killer instinct.
I knew you had it in you.
Nothing worthwhile is easy, Jaden.
You have to be ruthless and slice away
at those... weaknesses of yours.
- I understand.
- I see how hard this was.
You care about your brother. Of course you do.
And because of that... I'm so very proud of you.
Yes. You need to celebrate
every time you overcome the world begging you
to be kind, to conform,
to care.
And you did that.
The world will pull at you in every direction.
You have to resist and always be stronger.
NO! JADEN!
JADEN!
IT'S NOT COMING OFF!
- HEY! TURN IT OFF! TURN OFF THE RIGS!
TURN IT OFF!
JADEN! JADEN!
- TURN IT OFF! - I CAN'T TURN IT OFF!
WHAT DO WE DO?!
HELP ME!
- NO! NO! NO!
MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!
- NO! NO! NO! NO! - NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!
OH, MY GOD!
OH, GOD! I'M TRYING! I'M TRYING!
- AH!
- OH, MY GOD! NO!
NO! - AH!
NO! NO!
NO!
No... NO!
NO! NO!
No...
No! No...
No... no...
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