Among Friends

- How come there isn't booze in this thing?

Nice mullet, dude!

I do look wonderful, don't I?

Here's champagne, you

guys. Champagne. Everybody, cheers.

- Cheers.

- This is fun!

Party has arrived!

- F***in' rad!

- What's up, bro?

Guys, come on, a

toast. Seriously, everybody.

- Everybody. You got some?

- Cheers.

Marcus!

Check it out, man.

Limo, buddy!

Let's get f***ed up!

Tonight is gonna be killer.

Bernadette went all out

on this sh*t.

Well, she is the queen

of details.

I'd shoot myself in the face

if I was anything like her.

Doesn't stop you

from drinking her champagne.

- What is that?

- Shroom ball.

I got 'em from the guy on set.

He gave 'em to me.

- Mushrooms?!

- What kind of movie is it gonna be?

Like psychedelic porn? Like

people getting all tripped out

And, like, f***ing goats

and sh*t?

No, it is a real movie

this time... Totally legit.

I have lines

and everything.

Oh, congrats, sis,

that's awesome.

Thanks, bro.

I'm totally psyched.

Speaking of lines, Jules,

you got any blow?

Don't insult me.

Of course I do.

Who's left?

- Lily.

- Easy, trigger.

Hey, man, I think

you have one more stop.

Thank you.

What the hell?

Lily's not on this list.

Goatee... Bold choice.

Nice hair, motherf***er.

- Mmm, yes.

- Creeper.

Suck a good dick,

don't you?

Get out of this goddamn thing.

- Thanks, man.

- Yep. You probably do, too.

Hi.

You dirty b*tch.

Mmm.

- Bye.

- Mmm, nice tits.

F*** off.

Is she even home?

This may be

our last party here ever.

Bernadette says she wants to

move. She can't stand the people.

Can you imagine having to be

a psychologist in this town?

Psychiatrist.

Psychologist.

I think I know. I

introduced her to everyone.

Whatever.

It's the same thing.

- No, it's not, Blane.

- Whatever, Sara.

Oh no!

I left my phone

in the limo.

Oh, crap.

Bernadette?

- Dude, what's it say?

- What's what say?

- The note, idiot.

- Oh.

It says,

"come around back."

Bernie?

Door's open.

Yo, Bernie,

quit f***ing around.

- Have a nice trip?

- See you next fall!

Ow. F***.

Why is this sh*t lying in the middle

of the f***ing floor like that?

Bernie?

Ow, f***.

Bernadette?

Ah!

It's not f***ing funny!

- A little bit.

- You should have seen your faces.

- I almost had a heart attack.

- Oh, you're fine.

Oh, we can't have you

checking out early.

- I think I'm gonna...

- Can I go to the bathroom?

Oh, you know what?

My bathroom's off limits.

Sorry. You can use

the one in the hall.

- I'm gonna go too.

- Did you make fudgy panties?

F*** off.

Everyone else

ready for a cocktail?

- Yes.

- Seriously, though, did you?

Nice little spread here.

Always impressive,

Bernie.

Where's the vodka?

# dark days

# ooh, bright nights

# you make it easy...

So when do

we start the game?

- Soon.

- You ever played this game before?

I got Blane's sister a

"whodunit" game last Christmas.

But, anyway,

I didn't end up going,

But, um, so I don't

really know how to play.

# and when you're near...

Cocktails?

# you make me higher...

That one there is for you.

It's a virgin.

Thank you

for pointing that out.

Thank you.

Thank you.

To... integrity.

Hmm, integrity. I like that.

- Is that like honesty?

- Kind of.

Integrity.

I want to make

another toast.

To Adam.

60 days clean...

That's awesome.

Cheers, Besty.

Wow, man, you're like an N.A.

Poster boy, man. Congratulations.

- Yeah, like N.A. Poser boy.

- You shut your mouth.

Come on, Jules. Come on.

You want me. Just a kiss.

- Never have, never will.

- Come on.

Six years and this doofus

doesn't get it.

Blane, she's a lesbian,

Which means

she doesn't like hot dogs.

If she had one

bite of my hot dog...

- Ah, that's gross.

- More like Vienna sausage.

Totally! Hot dog? And why

would you want me to bite it?

A woman should bite it, like,

with... Not with your teeth,

Kind of like a... Like...

Your face looks like an

a**hole when you do that.

Oh, snap!

- Good one.

- Where's lily?

Lily's not here.

- She will probably not be joining us for dinner.

- Why not?

Ooh, it's part of the murder

mystery we have to solve, isn't it?

Okay. "Tonight we're playing

a game of 'whodunit.'

It's prom night

in 1984.

You and your friends are gathered

for some pre-Prom partying."

Come on! Okay, come on,

you guys have to get into it!

Okay okay, this

is awesome. Okay okay.

"One of your friends

is missing."

"It turns out

that someone here...

Yes, one of

your closest friends...

Is, like,

totally a killer!"

Ooh, I knew it!

I knew it!

You're so smart.

So, okay. "It's your job

to figure out who the killer is

And why he or she

has snapped.

In this house,

there's evidence to be found

Which will help you

figure out 'whodunit.'

There's evidence in the kitchen,

the master bedroom,

And the guest bedroom.

To find it,

Think like a killer.

You should now split up

and meet back in the dining room

With whatever you find,

at which point,

More information

will be given."

But we gotta

smoke some crack first.

- Smoke crack?

- I don't get it.

- Crack?

- The '80s.

- Oh, right.

- Hey, Sheesh!

- Wait... So, wait, one of

us is the killer? - Yes.

Okay, but how do I...

How do I know if I'm the killer?

Blane, we need to play

the game in order.

I could be the killer.

Is that... Yes?

I just want to make it straight.

I don't want to f*** it up!

- That's the best idea I've ever heard.

- All right.

Please, god,

just play the game.

- Just play the game.

- I just want to get it right.

Let's play the game.

Melanie, partner up? Melanie?

Jules, it's really not fair

That the two geniuses

should get paired up,

- But sometimes that happens.

- Mmm.

The master bedroom doesn't

stand a chance.

Yeah, party. Nice ass.

He's gonna try

to have sex with my sister.

They're gonna ruin

Bernie's bed.

That's so gross.

Hmm.

- Well...

- If I was gonna be a killer,

I'd definitely

be thinking about sex.

Really? Me too!

Mm-Hmm.

- That's so weird.

- Yeah.

Too bad you're packing meat.

Psych, motherf***er!

Really, I'd think about

where to stash the body.

Ah.

Oh.

Did you get my texts?

Oh, I got your texts.

Very cute.

I was at the studio.

Figured you'd be here,

right?

And look,

there you are.

I'm not always

gonna be here.

Play the game.

You are beautiful.

Amazing.

Look, I owe you

an apology.

Trust me.

Yo, Jules, yo,

check this out.

Huh?

It's everybody.

Aw, cute!

God, that must've

taken her a long time.

Now I feel bad

for talking all that sh*t.

Hmm.

Bernie's all right.

Yeah.

Mmm.

Oh.

Gnarly.

Found it!

So...

you sure you're okay?

Yeah, dude.

You and Mel keep asking me.

Because the last 10 times

I talked to you,

You were having

a nervous breakdown.

I was really drunk.

For three weeks straight?

Kinda.

Thanks for being here.

I'm fine.

No sweat.

Now, if I were

a killer, I'd...

Go straight

for the knives. Got it.

- Oh, yuck!

- Ew.

Found it!

Bernie, you are

one sick puppy.

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