Apex

Hey.

New signal.

Hi, honey.

Yeah, just tell your sister, I'll be home in about an hour.

We're just finishing our round of golf.

I love you, too.

Hey!

Shut up and fight.

Fuck you, Rainsford.

See you in the next one, Mitch.

Yeah, if my luck runs out.

Hey, Rain Man, I got a question.

- Yeah? - Who do you think you are?

- Hm. - Think you can come here

and take my kill because you're some big shot doctor.

I don't even want to be here.

Remember your father said to you when he asked you

- to run his company? - You're just too fucking slow.

You're gonna send me back to rehab.

Too fucking slow.

That's... what? What do you even mean by that?

- You know what, fuck you, man. - Mm-hmm.

Congratulations on another win, Dr. Rainsford.

The prey is already in your trophy room.

My enthusiasm for your sport is coming to an end.

Perhaps you might enjoy being the prey instead of the hunter.

Don't mistake my boredom for suicidal tendencies.

You are a most valued client.

Prove it. Find me a real challenge.

Hey, sweetheart, what's with the look?

You know these guys are professionals, right?

They're going to make your hunters see God.

They look like gutter punk brawlers.

The last prey you sold me didn't make it to midnight

on the first day.

Are you fucking blind?

These are the best ones in the prison.

They're the best ones in the whole Pacific Northwest.

See that one over there?

He's got more kills than Shirley fucking Temple's

got curls.

The prey doesn't just need to know how to kill.

They need to know how to evade detection, to deceive,

to plant red herrings.

Not one of your prisoners would pose a real threat

to the hunter.

What about this one? Why have I never seen him?

You don't want that one.

Look, he used to be something great.

He's at the end of his rope now.

His numbers are off the charts.

He's a fucking degenerate.

You don't know half the shit that guy's done.

I don't trust him. I can't trust him.

He's so dangerous that we've kept him

in a sensory deprivation cell since he got here.

He hasn't even talked to another person in over seven years.

He's broken laws that you haven't even thought of.

Escaped three prisons, wanted in 47 states,

broken 21 bones, in and out of jail.

Who the hell is Thomas Malone?

If you want your hunters to have a fucking chance,

you don't want him.

Hey, buddy. Are you lost?

No, I'm right where I want to be.

I read your file.

Holy hell, sir. How are you still alive?

Come closer and I'll show you.

I'm literally a hologram.

I have never put myself in a room with a killer.

I'm your only hope.

This is the end of the line.

Before they put you in this cage,

you owed money to the North Road 88s,

the Triad, La Nostra, two cartels that I know of,

a dozen West Coast loan sharks and East Coast Shylocks,

the IRS, the CRA, the FRS wants you dead.

I'm a popular guy.

How you stayed alive this long is beyond me.

The luck of the Irish.

It was a waste of time coming here.

Enjoy the rest of her day.

You're coming on a little strong.

Am I? Thomas Ernest Malone, O-neg.

Fuckin' cop.

What kind of cop dresses this good?

I'm a game master.

We have a private game set for tomorrow.

It won't be broadcast.

I'll take my chances here.

Oh, whoop, life without parole.

That's what you're facing.

Win, and I can guarantee your freedom.

Maybe you could settle down, visit the grandkids.

Great kids? I don't have any grandkids.

Yes, you do. Two.

Your eldest son, Michael,

he and his wife welcomed a pair of twins last year,

a boy and a girl.

They live up in a faraway magical land called Vancouver.

Okay, I'm in.

But I want them taken care of. I'm a grandfather now.

Done.

This is an employee agreement.

You will sign your rights to Apex,

a subsidiary of Zaroff Megas Industries, LLC.

There's a box to write down what you want to written

on your tombstone or a fun anecdote a eulogy, perhaps.

Otherwise, sign and initial.

Even if you lose,

well, looking at the way your life is headed,

death might be an upgrade.

Welcome to Apex.

Where all your bloody delights can be brought to life.

Leave the laws of man at home

and come dance on the dark side.

For an unforgettable weekend.

No!

Apex, game on.

The hunters are arriving.

Their lodge will be on the north side of the island,

so I recommend staying away from there.

Apex is quite simple.

There are six hunters. You are the prey.

So what if I kill all the hunters?

That has never been done.

There have been some accidents in the past,

but Apex has never lost a hunter.

Some have been trained by the best in the world

Training and experience are very different things.

Precisely.

So what if I kill all the hunters?

Then it's game over, red rover, you win.

On Apex Island, there are no laws,

only winning and losing.

You do these a lot?

One per month.

And we have a wait list for hunters longer than your...

What's the price for hunting humans?

Depends on the rating of the prey.

10.9 to 11. What to know how you rated?

No.

I expect the hunters will underestimate you.

Not exactly the smartest people.

Each of them come here for their own reasons.

Same as you, I suppose.

If the prey wins, I take solace in knowing

I changed their life.

You're a real saint.

I always saw myself as Gandhi.

Enlightenment through blood sport.

Hey, these hunters, they like each other?

Good luck, Mr. Malone.

Lyle, my man. What's up, playboy?

Well, well, well, they let you out of rehab.

Yep, the old man says he'd let me back home

if I get a kill before his birthday.

And speaking of your dad, I've been trying to

get a hold of him.

He hasn't gotten back to me. Is he all right?

I got this triple-A investment on me.

- Yeah, yeah. - He's gonna love this.

- I'll ask him to call you. - It's a bull market, my friend.

No time like the present.

Fear not, fear God.

Fear only the women and wine.

For the Good Lord has delivered,

and I have arrived.

What's going on us, fuckos?

This fuckin' guy? West, I want to refund, alright?

It's him or me. Get me out of here.

Don't be such a little wuss child.

Last time we did an Apex together,

you almost fucking lynched me, you nut job.

Don't blame me for you walking into one of my traps.

What kind of monster lynches someone, Bishop?

Probably your ancestors.

- Relax. - Okay, easy. Whoa, whoa.

- Look at you, Bishop. - Ooh, yeah.

What are you benching nowadays?

What does your mom weight? Is it 220 or 240?

280. She's back on the Ben and Jerry's.

So what, you think the Rainmaker is going to show?

I hope not.

Yeah, well, you couldn't win even if your daddy paid for it.

Hey, man, at least his businesses make money.

Yeah, exactly remind us, how did you make

your fortune, Bishop?

Oh, that's right.

You inherited 2 trillion from your brother.

What do you got left, a billion and a half?

Hm. No.

The markets, they... they've gone...

Nobody knows.

Buy low, sell high. Pretty easy, compadre.

If you learned to read, you might have had a chance of,

you know, not pissing away your whole family's fortune.

- You got such a big mouth. - Easy.

- Not you. - Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Oh, and here I was hoping for a much better class