Forget Me Not Page #3
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- 2009
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- Wait, is nobody bothered by this?
She's getting naked.
How can she do this to TJ?
- What's with you? You're talking crazy.
Me?
Who the hell is TJ?
Is somebody out there?
Screw this.
You, dude, hadn't come up yet.
Let's go.
Are you okay, man?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
Alright. Move your ass right at the market.
- Sure, I'm there.
Somebody f***ing help me.
Are you ready?
Where is your bike?
- I left it at the house, remember?
Come on, get in.
Oh my God, just hit me.
We're done, we're graduating.
I'm graduating.
I'm graduating.
Dude, that was awesome.
- That was awesome.
Get back in the car. What the hell is going on?
- What do you mean?
Yeah, Sandy, what're you talking about?
- Where's my stuff?
I mean, where are the beach chairs?
Where's your bogey board?
Why would you bring a freaking bogey board to the mountains?
- I have nothing to say to you.
Excuse me?
- How about TJ?
Who the heck is TJ?
- I don't wanna be with anybody else.
Not now. Not ever. You're thrash.
- F*** you, Sandy.
Just because you're Cin"the f***ing"rella doesn't
give you the right to judge the rest of us.
Do me a favor, Lex and shut the f*** up.
- Jesus, Jake, wake up!
You think it's just me? She thinks you're thrash too,
she thinks our whole family's garbage.
Stop the car.
Sandy, what the hell is going on? You're acting like a lunatic.
- You know, this is Chad's car.
Who's Chad?
Pretty boy a**hole. The guy who drives this car.
Oh yeah, you f***ed him yesterday, how about that?
Sandy, come on. You're freaking me out, alright.
- She's out of her goddamn mind.
Shut up.
Sandy, what the f*** is going on?
What is this, Jake? Is this some kind of joke.
- I don't know, Sandy. You tell me.
Whatever it is, it's not very funny.
Get in the car.
No, wait. Dad said that I wasn't gonna let you drive.
- Eli, get in the goddamn car.
This can't be possible.
- Wait, Sandy.
Eli, stay here.
I said, stay here!
Can you like turn the
music or something?
What's wrong with her?
- She's f***ed up.
What are you talking about? Sandy's the smartest girl I know.
She's class president. She's going to Stanford.
Well, the more perfect someone life's seems
the more f***ed up they probably are.
I don't know what that makes you, Mother Teresa?
- Nope, just honest.
Well, at least I can figure out
what I'm worth to f***ing f*** first.
You're a b*tch, Lex.
What the f*** do you mean?
- Jesus, Hannah, chill out.
Guys?
It was like he was never here.
Oh my God, Eli. What happened?
What are you doing?
Dude, I didn't mean it.
Oh sh*t.
- Where's Lex?
Alexis?
Help me.
Where are you?
Where are you?
I'm gonna need a shovel.
To dig with anything.
Sandy, are you hurt or what? What happened?
- She was right here, I swear. She was right here.
Don't just stare there, help me.
- Stop it. Stop it.
This can't be happening.
- Jake, what is going on?
I swear, she was right here.
- Stop, stop. You're not making any sense.
She was right there.
You saw it, didn't you?
You were right here.
Eli, you saw it, didn't you?
Saw what?
- That thing, that f***ing thing who
dragged her to the goddamn ground.
Dragged who?
- Lex.
How can you not remember them?
Don't look at me like that.
I'm not crazy.
I don't wanna do this.
- Jake, you were dumber than I thought you were.
What the f*** do you want?
- Nothing, sir.
Nothing. Get the f*** out of my office
- But, I...
Sandy's just worried
about that girl.
And I told you I'd call.
- Zack, you don't understand.
Shut up.
Her name is Angela Smith.
See, I told you I'd call.
I've been talking to the school but the girl she was
looking for, yeah she dropped down, the seventh grade.
This was some f***ing nuns out there at the old convent.
Which if memory serves it right next to your graveyard.
Case closed.
- What do you mean, case closed?
I mean, the goddamn case is closed.
- People are disappearing.
Jake, let's just get out of here.
- People are dying.
Sandy, come on please. Let's just go.
- You have to believe me.
Is she on drugs? She's on f***ing drugs, isn't she?
- Nobody's on drugs, this was a bad idea. Let's go
Hey, get back here.
Where are you going now?
- We have to hurry.
And go where?
- You heard, she lives at the convent.
Yeah, not exactly what I had in mind for a Saturday night, see ya.
- You can't leave we have to stay together.
And do what? Breaking to
a freaking convent? No, thanks.
Are you trying to get arrested? Coz then, we should just go back inside.
- We have bigger problems than being arrested.
Yeah, you got that right.
- I'm talking about Angela Smith, okay.
That's it. I'm going home, bye.
- You're gonna die.
It's not cool.
Which is it, Sandy? You wanna help with the time
or you're gonna act like a crazy person? Coz I'm not going.
Please, Hannah. I'm begging you.
Maybe we should just go home.
- Can't do that.
Coz this a**hole is gonna
What about our house?
- Right. With her like this?
Who's gonna get the blame for that?
Not you, guys.
Jake, you don't understand.
- I don't understand? I don't understand what's going on.
I don't understand what you want from me?
or what the hell is going on
with this convent or this goddamn girl?
I don't understand any of it.
But if it's that important to you...
I'll go.
We'll all go.
Not tonight.
But tomorrow morning.
We have to stay together, then.
- Then we'll stay together.
All of us.
Anybody out there?
Now, coz if there is...
I'm ready, I'll take him.
But seriously, though.
Whatever it is, I got your back.
You know what I mean?
Do you believe me, Eli?
I believe that you believed it.
And that's good enough for me.
I didn't really wanna go to the mountains, anyway.
- I did.
Actually, I was really looking forward to it.
Really? Eli?
Want no dirtbags around?
Oh Jake, just you.
And your ticket.
Here, give this to Sandy.
- I don't know, Hannah?
Oh, come on. She needs to sleep.
Come here a second.
spend the night, is it?
You remember last fall when the scouts
were all over me and I was just out of my mind.
But the night before state you showed up
with all the wine and blankets and what did we do?
We laid up in the roof and...
- fell asleep watching the stars.
You showed me the best thing I could do
was just forget about everything.
You were right.
- You lost the game, Jake.
But I played great.
Is it me?
Did I do something wrong?
I know I'm not what
your parents want.
But I need to know
if I'm what you want.
You are what I want, Jake.
I love you.
I love you too.
She's really out.
My God. Who needs beer?
- Me.
Eli?
Oh come on, walk me. Make sure I'm safe.
I mean, we're all suppose to stay together.
- I can handle her. It's okay.
Are you sure?
Absolutely.
Okay, just a sec.
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