Bloody Drama Page #3

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That f***ing whore,

you slept with her!

- Nel, just calm down.

I didn't sleep with her, Nel.

- [Nelly] Yes, you did.

- Look, just calm down.

- [Nelly] Then why would you say

that you slept with her then?

- I don't know.

(sighing)

I don't know what's goin' on.

- I just got my dad

out of my life and now

you're doing this to me.

- [Darren] I didn't do anything.

- You slept with

that f***ing whore,

that's what you did,

that's what you did!

- [Darren] Nel, you

gotta calm down.

- I can't believe

you did this to me.

No, I'm, I'm done,

I'm f***ing done.

(door slamming)

(sighing)

- Goddammit.

Nel, Nel please, come on.

Nelly.

(car engine starting)

Nelly.

Nelly, come on. (sighing)

(funky electronic music)

Nelly.

(funky electronic music)

Goddammit.

(exhaling)

(tense, funky electronic music)

- [Girl] Okay ready, here we go.

- [Girls] Go.

(girls laughing)

- [Girl] Looks a little hot.

- [Girl] But!

- [Girl] Ooh, nice.

(water splashing)

(ball thudding)

(girls laughing)

(girl muffled)

- Kem, go get it.

- [Kem] No, you go get it.

- No, you go get it.

- [Brittany] Come on,

you guys are such d*cks.

- I'll just go get it.

- [Kem] Exactly, do

what you're told.

- F*** you.

(laughing)

(low, haunting music)

(scary, pulsating music)

(dramatic tone)

- F***!

- Jesus, scaredy

cat, it's just me.

- Well don't just sneak

up on people, you know.

It's just f***ing rude.

- Listen, don't

back down to them.

- I didn't, I flipped 'em off.

- I know but, you

know what I mean.

I think if you stand up for

yourself, they'll back off.

- Look, honestly Brit, I'm just,

I'm just trying to get

through today, okay.

I know it's important to you,

and you're important to me, so,

I guess the less waves

at the pool party--

- I know, and I

appreciate it, but,

just don't let them

push you around, okay.

I know what a tough

b*tch you can be.

You didn't get into grad

school without all the

blood, sweat, and tears.

- Come on let's go,

stop freaking out.

We're in the middle

of a game here,

and I'm sure we don't have

to remind you that the--

- Huh.

- Don't pay attention to her.

- Vodka, you forgot the vodka.

- Okay, let's go.

- Dammit.

Nel, pick up the

goddamn phone, Nel.

(sighing)

Goddammit.

Nel, pick up the phone, Nel.

Nel, please pick up the phone.

I don't know what's goin' on.

(mysterious, bouncy music)

- [Meagan] You think

it was true right,

that she was killed here?

- [Kelly] Seriously,

you're freaking me out.

I'm not sleeping here tonight.

- I don't believe

the whole story.

I mean why would a girl

kill herself in this pool?

I think she was

probably murdered.

- When my parents moved in,

they were told about

the whole story.

- [Kelly] Again, can we please

talk about something else.

- Okay baby, have you heard

anything more from your boy?

- [Meagan] Yeah, how'd your

brilliant plan work out?

- I'm telling you, that nut

job's gonna stalk you now.

- [Kelly] Let her,

I'll call the cops.

Send that crazy b*tch to jail.

- Why don't you just

go and kick her ass?

- [Kelly] I should.

- Another great plan.

- [Brittany] Or maybe just

let it go, and move on.

- Or be celibate, like Rene.

Oh look, she's alive.

- [Brittany] Kem, chill.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- Or how bout these girls

get stupid slushy drunk

and get date raped by

the cutest frat boy.

- What the f***?

What's your problem, Rene?

- No, stop.

- Meagan.

- [Brittany] Okay, she was

just joking, let it go.

- Joking, no f*** that.

You can all make fun of

me and throw lesbian jokes

and as soon as I say something,

everybody's butt hurt.

- Just f***in' around, huh?

Well little girl,

if you wanna play,

you best be prepared

for what comes next.

- [Rene] Wow, okay,

and what would that be?

- Here's the deal, you

stupid p*ssy eating whore.

Try me again, and

I'll kick your ass

until no one wants

you, understand?

- Yes Kem, you know you've

made it crystal clear.

And thank you for the

vivid explanation.

- [Brittany] Look, you guys

both just need to chill, okay.

- Yes, exactly, drinks?

- [Kelly] Drinks.

- Renee, you need to apologize.

- What?

- Do it now.

- Huh.

- [Kelly] Thank you.

- It's good sh*t.

Here girl.

- Look Kem, I'm sorry okay,

that was a very

shitty thing to say.

I shouldn't have

made light of it.

- Whatever, let's just

get f***ing wasted.

- Um-hm.

- What kind of girly ass

drink bullshit is this?

- Damn, I didn't mean

back down that much.

- Look Brittany, I'm

just over it, okay?

F***ing tired, she's

gonna have her opinions,

and I have mine.

- Good, good.

(bouncy electronic music)

- Mr. Ryan.

Nelly.

(sighing)

Mr. Ryan.

(sighing) F***, f***,

f***, f***, f***.

Nelly.

(wind howling)

(groaning and panting)

(gasping)

(upbeat music)

(girls laughing)

- I left my change at home

ladies, y'all take singles?

- Get off your ass and join

us, you know you want to.

(upbeat music)

- Come on.

Whoo!

Whoo!

- Oh sh*t, Kem, I gotta

go do it, come follow me?

- [Kem] No, I'm not your mama.

- [Meagan] Yeah,

what are you, five?

- Whatever, b*tches.

(upbeat music)

Poor baby.

(upbeat music)

(scary tones)

(Kelly talking

quietly and crying)

Great.

No plunger in this

huge-ass house.

(deep, scary tones)

Where's the stupid plunger?

Whatever, have sh*t

in your toilet.

Ew, I'm dead.

Split ends, whatever.

Bathing suit,

style like Beyonce.

Whatever, I'm

gonna go get drunk.

(scary tones)

No, stop, stop!

(scary, pulsating tones)

(groaning)

(upbeat music)

(deep, scary tones)

(deep, pulsating tones)

- (sighing) Come

on babe, come on.

(bouncy electronic music)

(sighing) Goddammit, Nelly.

Where the f*** are you?

(bouncy electronic music)

Nelly baby, where are you?

I've been lookin'

everywhere for you.

I can't find ya.

This is getting way

overboard, you got,

you gotta call me

back, please Nelly.

I love you.

(sighing)

(bouncy electronic music)

(cell phone ringing)

- Hey, what's up?

Yeah, I have 'em.

Could I give 'em

to you tomorrow?

With the girls, and

I'm feelin' a little,

okay.

Yeah, yeah I can meet you.

Okay, bye.

(sighing) So annoying, I

have Matt's freaking keys.

- What, what, where?

- [Brittany] In my stupid car.

- [Meagan] Tell him to

pick 'em up here then.

- No, I have to meet

him with them 'cause

you know he has to

get ready for work,

he'll be late, blah, blah, blah.

I'll be back.

- Hey let me go with you then.

Um, you've, you've had

a lot to drink anyways.

- Oh I'll be fine,

you stay here.

I'll be back quickly,

lickity split.

- [Kem] You are super drunk.

- I'm fine girls, really.

- [Meagan] You are going to

have a quickie, I can tell.

- Uh, no, Matt

doesn't do quickies.

See ya.

- [Kem] See ya.

- Really?

- Kel, I'm leaving,

I'll be back soon.

- That girl is so whipped.

Seriously, he can't just call in

and say he's going to be late?

Hey, where the hell is Kelly?

You think she passed

out on the toilet again?

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