Among Friends Page #3

You're f***ing sick.

By the time we're done,

You're going to realize I'm

the most honest person here.

I doubt that.

If you're not willing

to do things out in the open

In the presence of friends, then you

probably shouldn't be doing them, right?

You can't say

you're so f***ing honest

If you've been watching us

without us knowing.

My house, my rules. If you had

asked, I would have told you.

I didn't think I had to ask my

friend if she was spying on me.

I'd say

from what I discovered

You always have to ask

if you're being watched.

Don't move.

Wait. Lily.

Yes, lily.

- Where is she?

- What did you do to her?

One question at a time.

Where is she

or what have I done to her?

Where is she?!

My question would have answered

that, but fine... Where is she?

- Oh my god.

- Oh, no,

I haven't killed her,

if that's what you're thinking.

No no no, and have her miss

my going-Away party?

Mmm, where is lily?

This is where the game

really gets going.

For every question

I answer,

You have to

give me something.

We'll keep the first one

really simple.

In return for my answer,

I get to give you a haircut.

What?

A haircut?

Remember? Group vote?

Minority rule?

As the hostess,

I must refrain from voting.

Where the f*** is lily?

No, Marcus,

that's Sara's question.

- You'll have to ask something else.

- Go f*** yourself.

So...

- do it.

- Screw you, Blane!

It's just a haircut, Sara.

It's gonna grow back.

It only takes one vote

and there it is.

F*** you!

You f***ing dick!

Lily's upstairs.

I'm sorry.

Let's just check in

on old Lil.

Lily.

Oh god.

We... We... We have to kill her.

Bon apptit.

Oh!

- Oh, gross.

- Oh god.

What is this?

Oh! We have

our next question.

Meet your meat, Blane.

What will you give me

in return?

That was, uh...

just rhetorical.

Wow.

That's a big word

for you, Blane.

Too bad you don't

actually know what it means.

See, a rhetorical question

doesn't require an answer

Because the answer

is obvious.

Here, I'll give you

an example

Of a rhetorical question...

Are you stupid?

I meant hypothetical.

This is why I went over

the rules at the beginning.

You get one question.

That's not the question

that I was asking, Bernadette.

Oh, but you already asked it.

But it's not the question

that I meant to ask.

I've always thought your

eyebrows could use some taming.

- Do it.

- What?

Serves you right

for voting against Sara.

Finally!

Someone gets it.

We have one vote.

Oh, Bernadette, when...

When you said earlier

about... About the haircut,

You said "haircut."

You didn't say "scalping."

You said "haircut"!

I didn't understand that

that was the question

- That I was...

- Jules, take it back now!

No no, Melanie,

there's no taking it back.

I warned you

to watch your words.

Sit still, Blane.

I don't want to take

an eye out by accident.

No no no!

Ahh!

So the answer

to your question is

That meat's just some sick bastard

who touched this little girl

One too many times.

I'm sorry, Sara.

Adam.

You spoiled your dinner.

That was just going

to annoy me all night.

On with the game.

Crap.

- Is that the limo driver?

Oh! Hey.

- Hi.

- You look beautiful.

You've having a party, huh?

Party's dying down, actually.

Help!

Sounds like it's going pretty good.

What can I do for you?

Help!

I used to be

quite a dancer.

What can I do for you?

Somebody left their phone

in my limo.

- I brought it back for you.

- Oh, great, thank you so much

For bringing this back.

Have a great night.

Uh, excuse me, could...

Before I leave,

Could I use your bathroom?

- Uh...

Uh...

Help! Help!

Oh!

What are you doing?

We're f***ed. We're

f***ed. We're f***ed.

She's gonna

f***ing kill us.

F***.

Do you see what

you just made me do?

Idiots.

Marcus, you ready?

Jules!

Jules!

You're about

to make your debut.

You too, Sara.

Pay attention.

Well, so you all remember

labor day weekend.

#...and bones collide, oh!

# love, waking up the dead

# and moving the listless

# my arms,

limbs come alive #

# like they were vestiges

# of a dying language

that we accepted #

# forfeit

before you both were born #

# now what has

turned up missing #

# and what the dead

took with it #

# no one here really knows

how bad for sure #

# we simply

didn't see the need #

# and there was no connection,

all agreed? #

Let's go

to the split screen.

Don't want

to miss anything.

Hmm. Marcus.

# welcome to the dance

# it's a fragile sway

# back and forth together,

now separate... #

They didn't know

you were there. Did they?

# no one here among us

can know for sure #

# we simply didn't

see the need #

# and there was

no connection, all agreed? #

# but don't worry

your mind so #

# this has got nothing

to do with... #

# there's a place in France

# where the naked ladies

dance... #

# but don't worry

your mind so... #

Stop it, Bernie.

New rule.

Anyone here says "stop" and

you automatically lose a finger.

No vote required.

No! No!

- Oh god!

- F***!

You might want to put

some pressure on that.

Let's see how it ends.

Yeah, right there.

Ah.

You're gonna make me come.

Stop it, Bernie.

I f***ing warned you.

- No no, not again!

- No!

Bernadette!

F*** you, Bernie.

F*** you.

I'm gonna

f***ing kill you.

Pressure.

This isn't happening.

This isn't happening.

Any requests?

We've already taken off

two fingers.

Perhaps an ear?

Maybe his eyes?

Yeah?

Jules.

Huh?

Do you want me

to punish Marcus?

He watched.

So what?

He got off,

just like you.

I did not get off

to anything I've seen.

Let's be clear about that.

Hmm.

Psychologically,

he has to give something up

In order to feel

like he's paid for his crime.

- You'll be helping him.

- We are not going to have you cutting people up

For something that they did

in the heat of the moment.

Yeah, so what?

We're just

getting started, Sara.

My bad.

We never addressed

Melanie's question.

What was it?

What have I done to lily?

Hmm.

F***.

- So answer it.

- Shut up, Sara!

Sara's right.

I have to answer you,

And you have to

give me something.

What are you

gonna... Never mind.

Shut the hell up, Adam!

I haven't decided yet.

I don't care

about the answer, okay?

- I don't care.

- You don't care about what's happened

To one of your best friends?

No! I don't give a f***

what you did to her,

Just please please please please

please don't do anything to me, please!

Shocker.

No.

- Don't.

- Too bad.

You knew the rules.

F*** me!

F***! Oh, no no no no!

Oh, f***!

We do need one vote first.

- Nobody say anything.

- Nice try.

We won't have

a stalemate.

I'll just keep chopping off Marcus's

fingers until one of you pipes up.

Can I take Melanie's place?

- You want to take her place?

- Yes.

Do whatever you were

gonna do to her to me instead.

That's friendship.

I'm not gonna sit here

And watch you

cut up Marcus.

And I'm not gonna vote for

you to do anything to Melanie.

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