Four Boxes Page #4

Trevor?

- Trevor?

- Trevor!

You got to answer us

right now, man!

What's that smell?

Amber, let's burn.

Something's wrong.

No!

Rob, we gotta find Trevor.

No, we don't gotta...

You still love him, don't you?

We're not the kinda people

who live happily ever after, are we?

No.

Rob! What was that?

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

This... isn't... good.

Hey, guys!

That's a mf-ing wrap!

Yeah!

Yeah.

Yeah, baby!

Yeah, baby.

That's what I'm talking about.

We're gonna be huge stars,

thanks to you, Trevor.

Let's get our butts down that Friday's,

start celebratin'.

We did it, man.

I'm f***ing... bursting...

with wedding info for you, Trevor.

Oooh...

Good morning.

Yep. Just uploading footage

on the URL fourboxes dot tv.

Time till completion...

You know, this really is

the perfect TV show...

for the Internet.

Just one, long, stupid story

in one room.

Rob, quit saying that, for real.

It's my script.

Don't say that anymore.

Well, it's pretty damn stupid,

especially my part.

No, it's not stupid.

It's pretty perfect.

ROB:
Dude, I didn't mean it

to sound so harsh.

I'm just... saying,

what won't people watch?

Okay, I... begin webcast

at URL "fourboxes dot tv"?

Yes, please.

Hey, here's what I wrote earlier...

"Hey, guys.

Check out this website.

It's called fourboxes dot tv.

This guy, we call him Havoc,

he moved into an apartment

set up for voyeur,

but he don't know it.

What's cooler still, he's weird,

always doing science

on mannequins,

and talking to some

terrorist dude named Ziploc.

We think

they're gonna kill someone.

"Enjoy".

Check this sh*t out.

Let's get this dude's stuff

moving for real now,

what we didn't wreck for props.

Six days till we're on live.

Oh, sh*t!

Trevor, check it out.

This guy's seen "Four Boxes".

Hmm.

What's "Four Boxes"?

I do a threesome, I think.

No dudes, though.

Wow. That went fast.

Trevor!

What?

- Can you believe that sh*t?

- I love it, man.

I love it!

Maybe it wasn't copacetic

for us to come up here,

or down here,

or wherever we are,

you know what I mean,

like... have everything be all...

Poor Bill Zill.

God, that's so sad!

Seems like more

than a week ago...

that we were putting

these cameras up.

This place

was an awesome backdrop.

Can't believe it took us

four months to find, though.

F***!

I gotta go to Home Depot.

I can't believe

you talked me into this.

You still got a hot bod, babe.

What's the problem?

I'm fat.

I know guys don't care, but...

I know this project was

something you wanted to get...

we wanted to get out of the way

before... our next chapter.

Before we give up for good?

Sell privacy fencing

for the rest of our lives?

There's lotsa people who

get married and have jobs...

and do the kid thing

and still do cool stuff, Trevor.

That's a lie, Amber.

You're so far inside the box,

it's just hilarious.

They're all upstairs.

They're hiding in the bathroom,

you f***ing idiot!

There was something

strange going on in this house.

There's something strange

going on inside every house, yo.

Half a million hits, dude.

- Half a million hits, dude.

- Mm- hmm!

Rehearsal!

All right.

Rehearse, rehearse, rehearse.

We gotta rehearse the ending.

Tonight's the night

we switch to live...

and there's gonna be

a gang of people watching.

I'm into it.

I guess I am pretty nervous

about tonight, actually.

I think I might take a Paxil.

- No.

- Hey, I will if I want to.

Guys.

Tonight's the night

Ziploc kills us...

and then we go live.

Trevor G! G money!

Why don't you go first?

All right.

Uh... so, end of feed,

and then, uh-m..

surprise!

No terrorists! No murderers!

Just us, yo!

Uh...

uh... what's up, everybody?

Y'all boys and girls,

how you doin'?

And, um... uh...

What you all just been watching...

is a great big show

put on by myself, Trevor Grainger,

along with my pals

Amber Croft, Rob Rankrus,

which all together, what comprises

"fourboxes dot tv, LLC".

Uh... I'm Trevor Grainger,

as I mentioned...

and I played Havoc and Ziploc

and a city official...

and other parts in this drama

that you've just been watching.

Oh, and we also sat down

and decided to call it a cyberdrama.

So, uh...

Amber, take it away.

I'm Amber, Amber Croft

also known as Thistle.

Um... I played myself,

Havoc's victim,

uh... man in the yard,

movers, and other parts,

and I'm a singer/songwriter

and actress.

Oh, and you guys

should click to my website,

tearsofconfusion dot com...

You can't plug

your own website, Amber!

Shut up!

You can't talk to me like that!

I was just gonna say...

if you would've let me finish,

I was gonna say...

that you can link to all of our websites

through fourboxes dot tv,

if you would've let me.

God. Anyway...

Also, of course, um...

there's lotsa cool goodies for sale, too.

Wouldn't be a show, or cyberdrama,

without goodies.

Such cool stuff.

Um... you can order

a DVD of "Four Boxes"...

uh... cool T-shirt, you can see

more racy pictures of me.

Oh, buy my CD, "Broken Down

in the Middle of Nowhere"...

um... and just find out...

more about me...

and Trevor and Rob.

And then I'll be like,

"Peace! Over to you, Rob",

or something.

Right. Right.

And I'm like,

"Hey, everybody. What's up?

I'm Rob Rankrus.

I played myself, of course,

Havoc, Ziploc, movers,

and other good stuff.

I hope you guys

liked our story.

I'm sort of the technical dude

behind the operation.

I made it possible

for you guys to watch,

and I am so happy

that you did.

You guys kick ass!

- Yeah. Right on.

- Yeah, you guys rule!

Yeah, like,

buy some stuff from our site.

You know the address,

fourboxes dot tv.

We're doing a live chat

after the cyberdrama,

so stick around for that.

Also will be some other good stuff.

That was pretty all right.

I think the main priority will be,

you know, to see

who puts us on the TV.

So, I think we should

stay up live for, like, four hours,

then get back,

get ready to do the merch.

Once the story goes to TV,

that's when the site

pops the hardest.

I don't know if I'm gonna

go through with it, you guys.

Trevor, you act like

such a f***ing dick!

Good, work at Allstate forever.

Eat me, fag!

I'm just trying to get

a little reaction from you...

- and you get all mental...

- Guys...

Well, what?

No... no one's even gonna care!

All they wanna know is did I

harrumph both you guys or not.

So, what's so hard about that?

Tell the truth...

you did me, you grinded him, right?

Only I really know that, right?

I'm gonna be like,

I'm gonna be like,

Goodbye, Allstate

Right?

I'm like, "F*** you, Maple Grove!

I'm out!"

- I didn't do sh*t with my hair for tonight.

- Hey Amber, you wanna go with me...

to Buffalo Wild Wings?

All right.

All right.

Grab one of these boxes.

These are the last of the...

props in the house.

Proper props, y'all.

Are you coming?

No. I'm tired.

All right, homes.

Well, is everything

cleaned up, then?

No trace of nothing, man...

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