Deeper Page #3

Really?

But not here.

Seriously?

Sorry, who are you again?

I'm a writer.

Yes, he's a writer.

This is where we turn.

Okay, great.

I just need you girls to

sign a couple release forms.

Here you go.

It's for the documentary.

Oh, the documentary.

- Wait a minute, let

me get this straight.

You guys are walking

down the street,

we roll up, and

now you're willing

to let us film you

in the back of a van?

For money?

Sure.

You're killing me here, Mark.

- You're not very

much fun, Mark.

Where were

you two going today?

The mall.

The mall?

You wanna see our tits or not?

- Oh, yeah, bring

me the boobies.

Easy.

Find a place to

pull over, buddy,

and I'll get you all the boobies

you can shake a stick at.

Okay, Sam, I want

you to bend over.

I want you to show us

that ass a little bit.

Oh sh*t that's hot.

That's nice.

You like that?

Oh, sh*t, that is hot.

Okay, now, I want you

to pull that top off.

Okay, but I want you

to do it real slow.

Really slow.

There we go.

Atta girl.

John, you seeing this?

That's some good stuff, man.

Yeah, daddy likes it.

Here's the pull over.

Perfect.

Just take us in a little bit,

then get back here

and show these girlies

what Holmes Junior's all about.

All right, good

girl, Sam, good girl.

Okay, now, Beth, want

you to get in the shot.

Want you to pull

down that bra, okay?

Okay?

Hey, Beth?

Beth?

What the f***!

Hey!

Don't f***ing move.

F***er.

Hurry up, Sam, we

need to get moving.

I am. He's heavy!

Oh god.

What the f*** is going on?

Shut the f*** up!

Not so tough now, are you?

Who are you?

- Do you believe

in karma, Steve?

No!

I'm like the Seal

Team Six of karma.

Get their phones.

Hey, hey...

And tie their hands.

Who's this?

It's my wife.

She's pregnant.

Yeah, we're due in two weeks.

Listen, I was flown in

here from New York, okay

There's an X-Bus in New York?

No.

I am here doing a story

on them for a magazine!

Yeah, bullshit.

It's not bullshit.

You can check in my bag,

my wallet's in there.

Give me his wallet.

Listen to me.

Look, you can let me go.

I'm not gonna say anything.

You're a f***ing journalist!

Shut the f*** up, man!

You write everything down!

- This has nothing

to do with you!

It's what you f***ing do!

Shut up! Shut up!

Unless you are being

asked a question,

you say nothing.

I have a family, lady, okay?

I don't work with these

What the f*** did I just say?

No!

Okay! Okay!

Get up. Get up.

Get in the van.

Put him in the back.

Get up.

Slowly. Move, move!

Here.

Sit down.

All right, I need you to tell me

exactly what you're doing here.

- I told you, my

magazine hired me

to do a story on these perverts.

Why?

- Because they paid my company

some money for exposure.

Why you?

- I've done a bunch

of crazy stories.

I've been to some wild places.

And now I'm in the woods

with a gun pointed at me.

- Yeah, well, you weren't

supposed to be here.

Well, then let me go.

Well, you're involved!

Not by choice!

F***!

What?

It's not exactly going

the way I wanted it to.

These things never do.

Now that guy is dead,

and I need to see this through

because I made a promise.

To who?

Who did you make a promise to?

You can stop this.

It is never too late.

Look, my company has some of the

best lawyers in the country.

We get people out of

hot water all the time.

I can help you out of this.

Yeah, I've heard that before.

Men are full of sh*t.

I'm not full of sh*t.

All men are full of sh*t!

Just hear me out.

Please.

Did Steve do something to you?

You could say that.

Hey, babe.

Think you could help me out?

I got something

caught in my eye.

Thank you.

Did he hurt you?

Listen, I can do an

article about this, okay?

We can do an exclusive.

I can tell your story and we

can get you a lot of attention,

you just need to tell

me what this is about.

- Hey, you wanna tell

me what's going on here?

I don't know anything.

Hey come on, you can tell me.

Hey, listen, what are

you getting paid today?

I'll double it, okay?

And then I'll double it again.

You just gotta tell me

what's going on here.

Who is this b*tch?

She's not a b*tch.

- All right, all

right, your friend.

Okay.

She's a friend of yours.

Why'd you invite

her to the shoot?

She looks out for me.

- I know you feel

trapped right now,

and I know you feel

the only way out

is to go deeper, but

that is not the answer.

Come on, just talk to me, okay?

I can help you out of this.

You can trust me.

This conversation's over.

No, listen to me.

Get up!

Just tell me what he did!

- If you don't start

listening to me,

we're gonna have a problem.

Don't f***ing cross me.

- You don't have to

point that at me.

That's not necessary.

Shut the f*** up.

Move!

Hey!

Oh sh*t!

What was that?

What were you saying to him?

- This has gotten

completely out of control.

- You don't think

I don't know that?

...who the f*** that is,

and it really doesn't

help that you're

running around in

there with Steve.

Keep quiet!

I'm trying to hear

what they're saying.

- Augh, we gotta get

the f*** out of here.

That's not gonna happen, man.

- Fine, there's a

gun in the glove box.

Whoa, hey.

Tell me what you did to her.

Me?

I don't know that f***ing b*tch!

- Well she sure

as f*** knows you.

And I know you planted

them on the street,

so you must know them.

- There was only supposed

to be one girl, okay?

One girl! Sam!

I don't know who that

other f***ing chick is!

Knew it.

- Oh, go f***

yourself, all right!

What does it matter now?

- Okay, whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa, whoa.

We gotta play it cool, okay?

If she wanted us dead,

we'd already be dead.

I don't think she knows

what her next move is.

Let's not force her hand.

Get out of my way.

What are you doing, man?

You're gonna get us

both killed, man.

- Yeah, well, what

are you gonna do?

Just f***ing stand there?

- I'm gonna find out

what she wants, okay?

If we give her what she wants,

I think we're gonna be okay.

"We're gonna be okay"?

"We're gonna be okay"?!

Look at this guy!

He's my best f***ing

friend, and he's dead,

and we're f***ing next!

If you hadn't attacked her,

he'd still be alive right now.

F*** you, all right.

You gotta be kidding me.

What?

It's f***ing locked.

Okay, well, listen.

Let's just, let's

just calm down, okay?

Let's think about this.

F*** this stupid-ass sh*t.

Help!

What are you doing?

Help!

- Shut up.

- Help!

Help! Help!

Help, please!

Please help me!

Shut the f*** up!

Please!

Shut up!

You shut the f*** up!

Please help me!

- Dude, she's

coming, she's coming!

- I told you not to

f***ing cross me.

Get the f*** up.

Sam!

Come here.

Over there.

Trying to run on me, Mark?

And here I was starting to

think you were on my side.

Sam.

Sam, pay attention.

Take this taser.

If he moves or does

anything, you do this.

Got it?

Yes.

Good. Stay put.

Steve?

Okay.

You need to start talking now.

Steve Coulter.

Born February 21st, 1989.

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