Green Room Page #2

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-Big Justin:
And it's all there.

And you guys follow me, okay?

All right.

I'll get you one more

two liter for the road.

Okay, come on.

-You all right with that?

-I'll be careful. I understand.

-Aw, sh*t. My phone...

-Pat:
What?

My phone. I--

I'll catch up with--

-i got you.

-Sam:
Thanks.

-Excuse me, y'all.

-Oh sh*t.

-Can you call the cops?

-Guitarist:
F*** that.

-Hey, stop!

What the f***?

-I told you to follow.

-No!

Go, go, go!

Uh, yeah. I-- i--

i guess I am. I don't know.

There's been a--

there's been a stabbing!

She-- whoa! Whoa!

Whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa, whoa.

--Goddamn it!

-They didn't lock the door.

You didn't lock the door!

-No! Don't talk

and don't touch them!

Stay put!

It's fine.

-What the f*** happened?

-Just give me a minute!

Something terrible.

Stay with them.

-Okay.

-Sam:
Oh, sh*t!

- It's okay. Don't worry,

don't worry. Get back inside.

-What the f*** is going on?

-Gabe:

Up. In the room.

Hey! Go! Go!

Up the stairs.

It's okay. Let's go.

Just go. Come on, guys.

-Tiger:
Sh*t.

-Gabe:
It's okay.

--Oh, what the f***, man?

-Gabe:

It's okay. It's fine.

Turn that pa down.

-You didn't lock the door.

-You were right there!

-Big Justin:
Until I wasn't!

-Gabe:
Quiet!

Hello?

- Woman:
This is

emergency services.

-Yeah, we got cut off.

I was calling to report

a stabbing.

-Gabe:

Yes.

Yes, ma'am.

-Did you call Darcy?

-He's on his way.

He knows about that...

Not this.

-You can't keep us here, man.

You gotta let us go.

-Gabe:
We're not keeping you.

You're just staying.

You're up.

-What the f*** is

that supposed to mean?

-Just relax!

Everyone, just relax.

Cops are coming.

-See how easy that is?

-Motherf***er!

Look what you did!

-Amber, chill the f*** out!

- Yes. Please.

-Darcy here?

-Not yet.

-I need $600 cash.

-You just signed out $350.

-Somebody's dead.

-Still gotta keep the books.

What else do you need?

-A true believer.

-How 'bout two?

- Maybe she's not dead.

-Sam:

I'm just saying.

Like, there's not

a lot of blood.

You know, so, like,

maybe she's just...

And who are we

to say that she's...

Sam:
Oh, sh*t!

-Big Justin:

Come on, man.

What are you doing?

Tiger:
The f***, man?

-There it is.

-Oh, my god.

-Reece:
We gotta go.

We gotta f***ing

go right now.

-Now we didn't see sh*t.

We-- we--

we were so drunk.

-All right, just wait, okay?

Cops are on the way.

-Gabe:

Above and beyond, gentlemen.

You need me to do it?

-Twin 1:
Nope.

-Won't even be the first time.

--Hurry up.

Twin 1:
Go.

-All right, that's it.

-Okay, let me see it.

The knife.

It's an inch too short

for felony possession,

so you don't have to worry

about the...

Actually, give me

that money back.

-Twin 2:

What?

It's like vouchers

and sh*t.

We'll hold it for you.

Come on.

If you do any time,

we'll double it.

Now talk to 'em.

-You the victim?

-Twin 1:
Yes, officer.

-Officer:

Kneel down.

Both of you,

ankles crossed.

-Gabe:

That's the owner.

I called him too.

-Darcy:

All right, let's give them

some room to work, folks.

-Are you the owner?

-Darcy:

Yes, ma'am.

-Cowcatcher, clear out.

-Hey, where are the cops?

-Gabe:
Get your stuff, man.

-Tiger:
What about us?

-Amber:

What are you doing?

-We're sorting it out.

Just hang tight, Amber.

-Your set was pretty good.

-What?

-What was the name

of your second to last song?

-Uh...

To-- toxic evolution.

-It's f***ing hard, man.

That's the one

i did her to.

-All right, he's got

six bullets...

-For real?

-...If we all go at once--

-tiger:
Guys, hold off a sec.

-For what?

-Sam:
We haven't done anything!

-It doesn't matter.

-Okay.

They're called cartridges.

The bullet is the part

that enters your brain

if you keep talking sh*t.

And this gun only has

five cartridges, not six,

'cause they're big as f***

and only five fit the cylinder.

So, please shut the f*** up

and don't test me.

-Reece, you're making it worse.

-We sit and we wait.

-And we die?

-Not if you sit

and you wait.

-It's just the one

to 911 at 3:
45

and then mine

was at 3:
47.

-You called?

-911 called back

and I answered.

-Be clear.

Who else knows besides--

you said Daniel's cousin?

-Tad.

There was a text from him

last night with our address,

but he doesn't know anything.

-Except who they are,

where they are...

Maybe where

they're supposed to be next.

F***.

Check emails.

-They played their set

to the crowd.

-Then we'll assume

the wide world knows

and they'll be tracking that.

-Give it to me.

I was trying to

buy some time

and contain this

until we could--

-contain?

-It was pretty rapid fire.

-I appreciate your initiative

and we all love werm.

-He's a brother.

-And you might have

visited him in prison.

Makes a difference.

Now we're all

in the stew

for an impulsive act,

for a selfish act,

under my roof.

You see a way

out of this?

-Gabe:

For them?

No.

-We still have to find one.

Okay. This is good.

-No guns.

You have a "no trespassing" sign

posted at the residence?

-We got

"beware of dogs."

-That's better.

-Does anyone even

know we're in here?

-No one who cares. Tad?

-I think we go.

-I think we go too.

- Big Justin:
The next

person that moves--

-Gabe:

Everyone okay?

-Just about.

Gabe?

-Gabe:
Yeah. Open up.

-No!

-Where are the cops?

-Big Justin:
Okay...

Do you want

me to open the door,

or do you want me to blow

your f***ing head off?

Back the f*** off!

-Gabe:
What's going on?

-They're trying to run at me!

-Gabe:

Do not shoot them!

-Big Justin:

You know what?

That's on them.

-Where are the cops?

-Gabe:

Give them the gun!

-Say again?

-Gabe:

It's over!

Give them the gun.

-Okay, I told you

they just tried

to run at me--

-Gabe:

Then take the bullets out!

Just hand it over now!

Do not shoot them!

-Is Darcy here?

-Gabe:
He is.

-Darcy:
I am.

Gentlemen, I'm the owner.

-Okay, why the f***

didn't you just tell me?

-Darcy:

Truly sorry about this.

Playing catch-up here myself.

-They're playing

a f***ing show.

-Pat:

Uh...

Thank you, but...

We open the door

for the police,

or we keep the bullets.

Uh, the cartridges.

-Darcy:

I've got no problem with that.

-Okay, I handed them the gun.

I'm gonna head out now.

-No, you're not.

-Let him open the door.

-Hang on.

-No, he gave us the gun,

he gave us the gun--

-big Justin:
Nobody is...

Letting me do anything.

I gave you the goddamn

gun, okay?

-Darcy:
So how are we doing?

-He's right.

Pat, do the math.

Where are the police?

-Darcy:
It takes

a while out here.

-Stay back.

-Darcy:
Just want to make sure

that no one else gets hurt

in the meantime.

- Big Justin:
Okay, I gave

you the damn gun...

- Tiger!

-Reece:
Get him down!

-Darcy:
Justin?

-Reece:

Get him down!

-Darcy:

What's happening?

-Shh!

Darcy:
Justin?

Shouldn't have locked the door.

-Sh*t. Sam!

-Get the bullets!

All right, load the gun.

-Darcy:
How's it going in there?

-Big Justin:
Not good!

-Fine, but we would rather

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