Cruel Intentions 3 Page #4

Yeah, I know.

Okay.

Cheers, mate.

- Hello.|- Hey.

- Brent.|- Alison.

- I was just leaving.|- You mind?

No.

Hi.

She's a tough old gal.

She gave me this...

...for good luck.

I'm glad you came.

Me too.

Are you a risk-taker?

It depends...

...on the risk.

How about a coin toss?|It's the simplest of risks.

Heads, tails, win or lose.

First, for this dollar here.|Heads or tails?

Heads.

Heads. It's yours.

- Now for the relationship.|- What?

Our relationship.

We flip to see what it is.|I mean, you're confused, right?

So am I. Are we buddy-buddy or...

I got it...

...master-slave.

Quit it.

Whoever wins the flip|decides who's master...

...and who's slave, just for the night.

Slave is slave, and master's master.

- So, what's this all about?|- What do you mean?

Dinner, flowers...

...it's all just a little...

...sudden.

Look at all the stars tonight.

You know, they say that you can see|the Crab Nebula. Wow, look...

What are you trying to do?

What are you trying to do?

I'm saying, play with me.

- Stop it, Jason.|- Why?

- Why? You know why.|- Michael?

Yes, Michael. Of course, Michael.

Look, I want you, Sheila.

I want you so bad.

You've imagined what it would|be like to be with me, haven't you?

Please.

You have.

The more you try and hide it, the more|it shows, like at the church today.

Admit it, you want to do this|with Michael off somewhere else.

No, I don't.

Heads or tails?

Heads or tails?

- Jason.|- Come on.

Tails.

Tails.

So who are you...

...master or slave?

Master or slave?

Slave.

Not yet.

Not yet.

Michael.

It's Jason.

Yeah, we're fine.

Yeah, she's right here. Hold on.

Keep talking no matter what.

No matter what.

Hey, baby.

I haven't heard from you.|How are you?

- Good. How are you?|- Okay.

- I miss you.|- I miss you too.

- Yeah, so tell me everything.|- Oh, Carmel's beautiful.

- How's the weather?|- It's pouring rain.

- What?|- Sheila, what are you guys doing?

- Just hanging out.|- You sound weird.

- What?|- I said, you sound weird.

Is something wrong?

No.

You're sure you're okay?

Hello? Honey, what are you doing?

What?

Sheila, you're freaking me out.

- What's going on?|- I'm fine.

- Sheila.|- What, baby?

Are you okay?

I'm gonna... I'm gonna call you back.

Wait, wait, wait. Hon.

Sheila.

- Who is it?|- It's me. It's Alison.

Oh, my God, what happened?

I cheated on David.

Brent?

Look, you made a mistake.|Don't worry, it's all...

No, it's not okay.|You don't understand.

- David trusted me to come out here.|- David doesn't have to know.

It's not just David. It's my family,|it's his family, it's...

You don't have to tell them anything.

- I don't feel good.|- Just don't tell them.

- I have to go.|- Are you sure?

- Yes.|- You're gonna be okay?

Yes, I'm sure.

Come in.

- Alison.|- Patrick.

What's wrong? What's wrong?

Tell me, was he good?

Did you keep something|to remember him by?

- What?|- Brent.

Did you keep something|to remember him by?

You know?

Open it.

- I don't understand.|- You will.

- These are...|- A little out of focus.

I'm not really much of a photographer,|but I'd say they turned out okay.

- How did you...|- Quiet.

- What are you doing? Patrick!|- I said, quiet.

Now, you listen to me,|and you listen good.

Somewhere, there's an envelope|addressed to David Crestwood...

...at 7348 Ram Place, Newport,|Rhode Island.

In that envelope are more pictures,|so if you don't keep your mouth shut...

...that envelope's gonna find|a mailbox. You understand me?

- Do you understand?|- Yes.

Good, because if you don't...

...your fianc won't be the only one|who sees these.

I've got some for his family,|for your family... Oh, stop crying.

They're not gonna go anywhere if you|just show me the respect I deserve.

l...

- How? How?|- Put Brent up to it?

I paid him 500 bucks to forget|about Cassidy and sleep with you.

Don't tell anyone.

He asked for 1000,|can you believe that?

He must have student loans to pay off.|Either that, or you just aren't his type.

Oh, you are sick!

Who's sick? I cared for you, and you|rejected me for David Crestwood...

...who you just betrayed|for a f***ing piece of ass.

David was good enough for you,|Brent was good enough for you...

...and now I'm good enough for you.|- Patrick, please don't do this. Please.

Yeah, of course I called her back,|but there's no f***ing answer. Sh*t!

Maybe I'm wrong,|but it sounded like they were...

- I mean, am I crazy?|- I could see it between them.

You don't know Jason.|He can't control himself.

Oh, I am gonna kill him.

You do, and the whole campus|will hear the story.

- What am I supposed to do?|- Well, there is one thing.

- Thank you.|- It's been my pleasure.

- So where's Michael?|- Off, thinking of me.

Why, is something wrong?|I mean, other than with Mamaw's hips.

You've been meddling.

Why does it matter to you|what I do with Michael?

You're jealous. You are.

You said you didn't want to f*** me.|I never said I didn't want to f*** you.

Admit it, you care about me.|All this and brains too?

- I think it's you who's jealous.|- You might be right.

Jason, I can't believe you don't want|to see the pictures.

- Not interested.|- So it's a tie. We're still roommates.

- I didn't know you had it in you.|- Yeah? How's Alison?

After this, they either gain or lose|weight. Guessing she'll lose weight.

What? She needs to drop|the freshman 15.

- What you did was wrong.|- What about you and Sheila?

We both had a good time.|What did Alison ever do to you?

You have no f***ing idea.

- I'm out.|- Too late.

- This is weird.|- What is?

Well, Patrick and I don't have|anything going on, and I'm not bored.

How do you feel?

- Happy.|- Me too.

One truth?

One?

After you saw me mind-f*** Michael|into replacing him on that trip...

...did you ever fantasize about me?

Maybe.

Do you believe in second chances?

If I died and I got the chance to|come back for one day, any day...

...l'd choose this one.

That is so pathetic.

- Seriously, that's your best material?|- It's not material. It's how I feel.

Here.

Now, does that feel like a guy|who's using material?

God, Cassidy, when I look at you,|I can barely put two words together.

Then don't.

Slow.

Slow works for me.

There's something I need to tell you.

I'm having dinner|with Patrick tomorrow.

- I'm sorry?|- We set it up a while back.

He insisted. I have to get rid of him.

Yes, well, you try and|keep your food down.

This better be good.

Do you ever wonder|why we are the way we are?

- What do you mean?|- Morally out there?

I'm not quite so far out there,|but I was born with certain qualities.

I wanted to take advantage of them.

I was born without those qualities.|When people met me...

...they were unimpressed,|so I had to impress myself on them.

I admire you, Cassidy, and I want you.

I already gave you that.

If I had satisfied you,|then you would've been suspicious.

But let me satisfy you now.

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