Goat Page #7

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Okay?

What are we gonna do?

I don't know.

What are you

talking about?

The fraternity just

got suspended for

the rest of the year.

What?

Yeah. Somebody

f***ing talked, dude.

It's over.

It wasn't you, was it?

No.

I mean, what the f***

was all that for?

Dude, we never

even got in.

Dude, I had offers, like,

anywhere. All right?

I could have pledged

anywhere at this school.

I don't even care if it sounds

like bragging at this point,

you know.

This is f***ed up, dude.

All of that for noth--

Oh, f***!

Oh, my God!

[bleats]

F***ing laxatives, dude.

F*** that, dude.

F***!

[door shuts]

[students chatting]

[laughing]

-Yo, Chance.

-Who the f*** did that?

Whoa.

I don't know what

you're talking about, rat.

Where's Brett?

No, no. You're not talking

to your brother right now.

You're not talking

to your brother right now.

You're talking to Baity and

you're talking to me.

Okay. get out of my way.

I need to speak to my brother.

Can I ask you

a serious question?

Can I ask you

a serious question?

Where do you get the f***ing

balls to show your face

in this house

after you ratted on me?

I didn't f***ing rat on you.

Sh*t. You're gonna

lie to me?

You're gonna f***ing

lie to me?

We know it was you.

Just f***ing admit it.

No.

Admit you're the rat,

or I'm gonna kick

your f***ing ass.

How about that?

-I'm not a f***ing rat.

-[spits]

What are you

gonna do, dude?

What are you gonna do?

You're gonna lie to me?

What are you gonna do?

-You're gonna lie to me?

-Chance! Chill the f*** out.

No, dude. No.

F*** you.

No, no.

Your brother's done, man.

-Leave him alone.

-No, I don't care, man.

He's f***ing done.

I love you. But actually

you might wanna go upstairs.

Actually you might

wanna go upstairs.

-'Cause I'm gonna lay in--

-Don't you f***ing touch him.

F*** you, man!

I helped his ass

after he got his

f***ing ass beat.

I got him into this

f***ing class, man.

I stuck my neck out

for this f***ing p*ssy.

And now, dude,

he f***ing

ratted on us, man.

Your brother's a rat.

How do you

feel about that?

How do you

feel about that?

No, he's not.

I am.

What?

I f***ing told

them everything.

All right?

What did you say?

This sh*t doesn't

f***ing matter.

Okay? None of it.

I don't care anymore.

I just don't f***ing care.

It's all f***ing bullshit.

Someone's f***ing dead.

You're a piece of sh*t.

-Whoa, whoa. Hold on.

-Don't you f***ing touch me.

I'll kill the f***ing a**hole.

-Chill out, bro.

-What you gonna do?

You're a p*ssy like

your f*ggot brother.

What are you gonna do?

Motherf***er.

Brett, come on.

What the f*** are you doing?

Yo, what the f***?

[panting]

I'm f***ing done.

Come on. Come on.

You okay?

[sombre music]

Hey, fellas.

Can I see Brad

just for a second?

-How are you?

-Hi.

Hey, listen. Before we go in,

I wanted to show you something.

That's one of the guys,

isn't it?

So last week,

he makes bail.

That night he goes out and

tries to rob a gas station.

Shot three times

in the chest.

The guy's already

in there.

Before we go in though,

I want you to

think back on that night.

Any detail you

can remember.

Anything about their face,

anything about their body.

Any distinguishing marks

that might help you

identify them.

All right?

All right. Let's do this.

Remember.

They can't see you.

So just take your time.

When you're ready...

Tell me if you recognize

any one of them.

No.

Are you sure?

Yeah, I don't see him here.

Well...

We can actually place

one of them

in the vicinity that night.

So are you sure you

don't wanna take your time?

Yeah, I don't see him.

Okay.

Did you let that guy off?

I don't know.

They all look

the same, you know.

[exhales]

None of this is your fault,

you know.

[exhales]

[sombre music]

This is the spot.

[car door shuts]

[sombre music continues]

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