Kill Theory Page #2

- That's cool.

'Cause to me your dad

is just rich guy number five.

Cheers, bro.

Do you remember the girl

Freddy was talking to last weekend?

- Yes, the brunette at the house party.

- Yup.

At the end of the night,

she blew Brent in the bathroom.

- Poor Amber.

- More like poor Freddy.

I mean, I know you're roommates

with Amber and everything,

but it's not like Brent has stealth game.

She has to know.

Hey, at least his dad's house is tight, right?

"Hey, bro, can you make me,

like, a hamburger, huh?"

God, he's such an a**hole.

"Bro, can you, like, fix me,

like, a hamburger, bro?"

Like... Fix you, fix you.

Now, how about

a little hot sauce to marinate?

And a dash of salt. That's good.

That should taste good, huh?

- Enjoying your eats, FB?

- This is the best burger ever. How's yours?

- All you f***ing booze hounds.

- Then you're up, La Bamba.

Someone's getting limp

over Brent's whiskey dick.

Yeah, I'm not going to be the one with the

little whiskey dick after you eat that sh*t.

- Hey, leave some.

- Jeez.

I'll show you how it's done here, baby.

Ready?

All right, I'm gonna follow her.

- Assuming that that's possible.

- That's my man.

Attaboy.

Oh, my God.

Would you get a room, you two? Man.

Let's go upstairs after this

and get away from everybody.

- Well, you know I'm doing the toast thing.

- So, do it.

- I'll do it later.

- I brought the handcuffs.

Everyone, listen up.

Since we're all about to graduate and most

of us will be in different cities next year,

I figured a toast was in order.

Not a bad idea.

Jennifer, I don't think I ever told you this.

But all of us were so psyched

when you came along,

because the girl

that Mikey was dating before you...

- No, leave it alone.

- What?

- Boy! Take it.

- You f***er.

- What about her?

- Let's just say

she had freakishly short arms.

T. Rex. "Mikey, I can't reach your pants.

Mikey."

Thanks for bringing it up. I appreciate it.

I can't believe I'm about to admit this,

but first time I ever saw you

was at Shamrock's.

You were wearing that little white top

with those jeans with the tear

in the perfect spot.

- Easy access.

- Oh, my God.

And all I remember is just being

incredibly nervous

because I knew I had to come up

and talk to you. I just... I had to.

But I had no idea what to say.

I guess what I'm really trying to say

is that it's been a great four-year ride.

And I just want all of you to know that

I couldn't have traveled it

with better people.

- I mean that.

- F***, yeah.

Love you guys.

- Yeah, absolutely.

- Cheers.

I just teared up. I just teared up a little.

- Whoa, hold the phone.

- Cheers.

I know I didn't go to school with you guys,

but can I add something...

- Absolutely.

...anyway? Is that cool?

- Please.

- Sure?

Thanks. Aye, here's to my fast bike,

fast men

and getting bent sideways with a bunch

of f***ing yuppie college motherfuckers.

- Yes, salud.

- We're all high.

Let's get more.

- Let's do this.

- Then the wine.

- The more, the merrier.

- We gotta drink that.

Who sh*t in my shot glass?

- You like that "to kill ya"?

- It tastes like old-man urine.

I got you. I got you.

- Go soft, baby.

- No.

- You are so f***ing beautiful.

- And I'm so f***ing lucky.

And I've seen enough.

It's on, mama.

You got a one-way ticket south

before we go there, okay, babe?

All right, you saucy little minx.

Baby?

What the f*** did you do, man?

- What just happened?

- I didn't do anything! Help me move her.

- What the hell?

- What the f*** happened?

Just f***ing move her. F***!

My God, you motherf***er!

Baby!

What the f***? Is that f***ing...

- Are you f***ing kidding me?

- Oh, my God.

- What happened?

- We gotta call someone.

Oh, my God. Oh, my f***ing God.

Are you f***ing kidding me?

There's no dial tone!

F*** the phone.

Somebody block the window now.

I'm going to try and call out.

I'm so sorry.

What happened? What the f*** happened?

I don't know. Somebody must be outside.

Hello? Hello?

What the f***?

- What the f***?

- Oh, my God, what the f*** does that say?

"TV."

Turn it on.

I love you.

Jeez. Look at her.

- Why's he giving her a gun?

- Please, please, please.

Oh, my God, Carlos.

- No, I cant. I really...

- What is he doing?

You can do it, Nicole.

Who the f*** is that?

Just squeeze the trigger.

- What the f***?

- Turn around, turn around.

She saved you, Carlos.

These were my best friends.

If you had asked me when I took

this picture if I could kill them,

Id have said, Not possible.

But I did.

Nicole had the same options

that you all have.

The choice to end someone elses life

to save your own.

Certain death now confronts

everyone in the house.

There is only one way out,

kill your friends or die with them.

Turn it off. Turn it off. Turn it off.

- Lf you run, youre dead.

- Turn it off.

At 6:
00 a.m., if one person is alive,

they go free.

But if 6:
00 comes

and more than one is alive, everybody dies.

What the f***?

- How could you not hear them?

- I was drunk and passed out!

Brent!

- Brent, what are you looking for?

- My dad has a rifle.

- Now you say so?

- Not now, trailer park.

Go screw yourself, frat boy.

- Screw you.

- Hey, get the rifle.

- Oh, Jen.

- Yeah, I'm okay.

- Rifle's gone.

- It's gone?

Are those of us?

What the hell?

This was two months ago.

Is he following you guys?

He's been stalking us.

The rifle was your first move.

I also know your second and third moves.

- Now look around.

- Oh, my God.

Who do you trust the most?

Your boyfriend? Your girlfriend?

Who do you trust the least?

The narcissist? The outsider?

Perhaps the guy that puts Tabasco

in a friends burger?

Over the next three hours youll learn that

all of you have the will to survive.

Escaping me is impossible, so start

thinking about how to escape each other.

Only one can go home.

What are we gonna do?

- What about a neighbor's phone?

- We can start a fire.

We could set a fire to something.

The fire department has to come.

Listen to me, there's no one for 50 miles.

- Jesus.

- Well, why don't we just leave?

Brilliant. He's probably perched up in a tree

with my dad's rifle, which happens to have

a f***ing laser scope, by the way!

Hey! All right, we're gonna... We'll block

the doors and then we'll set a trap

in case he tries to get into the house.

F*** this.

- Carlos, will you calm down?

- No, I'm not going to sit here

and wait for some psycho to ass-rape us.

- He has a gun.

- We do, too.

- Carlos.

- No, dude.

- He's going to get my handgun.

- Hello,

- is anybody there?

- Sh*t.

Hello, can anybody hear me? Hello?

- What do we do?

- All right,

forget what that bastard said, okay.

He's just trying to freak us out

and make us separate.

Now, we're gonna go,

we're gonna lock the doors,

we're gonna lock the windows

and we'll wait for the boys to get back.

Yeah? All right, let's go.

Front checked.

Carlos, wait up!

Carlos. Carlos, stop.

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