Snowbound

Hey! Hey!

Hey!

What happened?

- What happened? - I do not know.

Look.

Hey!

- It's closed. - Help us please let us in!

I need water.

That stocking has my name on it.

Mine too.

That's my underwear.

What is this?

It's better than nothing.

Does anyone know where we are?

No idea, trying to figure that out.

Does anyone remember what happened?

- Anyone? - No, it's all

really, blurry.

My head his killing me.

It's the side effect of over indulgence.

You two know each other?

No, I do not know anyone here.

- You? - No, me neither.

No, sir.

Do you think someone lives here?

Well someone lit the fire, so.

Hold on, let me check.

Hello?

Hello, is anybody in here?

Hello?

It's freezing.

There's a sink in the next room, but it doesn't pour out

any water.

I'm thinking everything's shut off, I don't think anybody

lives here.

No water?

- I can go get snow. - No, don't go back out there.

Red light.

I'm remembering... a red light.

Yeah.

Yeah, a red light.

I distinctly remember being at a, rather,

exclusive party last night.

Yeah.

A sex party.

Masquerade?

OK, we are getting warmer, so to speak.

I assume all of you had something to drink.

We all attended the same party, am I correct?

Yes, I remember drinking

- a reddish colored cocktail. - Same.

And you?

Everything is blurry, but yeah, I do faintly remember

drinking something red.

As do I, a Negroni.

How about you?

I don't really remember.

I remember my drink tasting funny.

Specifically, bitter.

Which leads me to suspect, that my beverage was drugged.

Oh my God!

Oh my God, I think you're right.

I've been roofied before, in my early twenties.

And I remember feeling exactly like this,

just, I didn't wake up naked in the snow.

What? You think we were drugged?

Most certainly.

A negroni is a popular gin based cocktail,

appropriately enjoyed in summer.

I think it originated in Italy.

Knowing this, I thought it a deliberately incorrect choice

to serve at a winter gathering.

What's your point?

My point is...

I believe our host intentionally served a summer drink,

in juxtaposition to this winter wonderland.

As a savage mockery of propriety.

OK... so nobody has a clue where we are?

I was actually brought to the party blindfolded,

but it doesn't even matter, because this is obviously

not the same place.

Jerome is known for incorporating

a preblinding element, at lots of his parties.

Jerome? You mean the guy that hosted

the party last night?

Yes.

So we know we have two things in common:

Fuck.

We were all brought to the party blindfolded,

and we were all served Negroni cocktails.

Seemingly planted, with Rohypnols.

Yeah.

Well I don't have time for this.

I want to see what's upstairs.

We'll see what we can find down here.

- What is this place? - That's disgusting.

No parties like this in Latvia?

No.

Honestly, it's not as crazy as it seems.

You know, an open-minded party where you can meet very,

I mean very, successful people, trust me.

I do, and I need meet new people.

Maybe someone who can help me with my modeling career?

Oh yeah.

You would not believe connections I've made so far,

I'll introduce you, around.

Oh thank you, I really need that.

Hello ladies.

Katrina, this is the host of this extravagant event.

Jerome, meet Katrina.

Thoroughly charmed.

What enchanted forest do you hail come?

- I'm sorry? - Where are you from, my dear?

I am from Latvia.

Let me guess, a model.

Not only are you beautiful, you are unique.

I have some friends I'd like to introduce you to, later on.

- I would be honored. - See?

I'm sorry for my bad English, but...

All of this, your house, your guests, is very beautiful.

As are you.

I see you are empty handed. Why don't you go with Lisa here,

and get yourself a cocktail.

I'll introduce you to my friends, once you've warmed up.

Let's go.

Enjoy, ladies.

Oh my God!

Jesus Christ!

It's Katrina.

You know her?

I brought her to the party last night.

What was that?

My dears,

one of you is unfortunately responsible,

for the death of the young girl in the upstairs room.

Starting now, you have until five pm, to figure out

which one of you, it is.

The unfortunate one, amongst you, shall receive a death

of the same sentence, inflicted by the others in the party.

If no one in your little party is found guilty,

within the hours allotment,

deadly consequences, will be, released.

Are you serious?

Hey!

Come out you, coward! Man up!

Goddammit. Where are you?

No footprints, nothing.

We found a garage door, but couldn't open it.

We will.

Oh my God!

Is it me or, does it feel like we're being watched?

We're definitely being watched.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Jerome, usually you'd warn me before putting me in your

dirty movies.

I need to find some blankets before I get sick.

Hey, hey, you see this? You see this?

No, no motherfucker,

If I find you, I'm taking you, and I'm smashing your head in!

OK...

Listen, whether this is a joke, or a game,

or whatever.

We got to get out. I think that's the garage door.

What, is it locked? Here, watch out.

Step aside. Let Daddy take care of this.

Modern day narcissism, Gabriella.

Did you think being a digital voyeur could be so deadly?

Hey guys,

So I'm in one of the most exclusive sex parties,

in the US, baby.

I know some of my followers wants to know

what's going down inside.

So, I'll keep you posted throughout the night, OK?

You can't take your phone down there.

Why not?

I can store it for you.

OK.

Did you find anything?

No, nothing.

Can you help me with this?

OK.

It's stuck, come help me open this.

What's in there?

Well that's interesting.

It's plugged in, but it won't turn on.

- What happened? - My hand, it burns.

It looks like acid. Go get some snow, quick!

What happened? Is he OK?

Here, just put it on top.

Oh, shit.

Wouldn't it be a great way, to asphyxiate, Duco?

What?

You don't understand, he will kill all of us.

Who do you mean, who?

Jerome, you don't know what he's capable of.

I worked for him as a doorman, in Berlin.

Yeah but how do you know that Jerome is behind all of this?

Trust me, I know it's him.

He'd want nothing more than to permanently separate us.

- What else do you know? - Nothing.