Kill Theory Page #3

Carlos, what are you doing?

- Carlos, stop.

- The f***ing key. I gotta get the...

You're not getting that key, man.

Look at the boat. It is 10 feet under water.

- Look, stand up.

- What the f*** can we do?

Come on, man! Come on!

F***! F***!

Open up. Get it open. F***!

- This isn't going to stop him.

- But it'll make noise if he tries to come in.

F***ing help me, man!

- Help me!

- Hang on, hang on.

Hang on, hang on.

God!

Come on!

Don't shoot, don't shoot.

I'm sorry, man.

We got to get out of here, man.

- We got to get the hell out of here.

- We can't leave without them!

- They might not even come back.

- Dude, that's so harsh.

We're so f***ed.

Man. This is it, man.

We're all going to die, dude, seriously.

Why are we just standing here?

Relax. Please.

Maybe he's right.

Maybe we should just go to the van

and leave.

Baby, we have to give them

more time, okay?

Amber, come away from the window.

Come here.

He'll come back.

- Where is Carlos?

- Shut the door!

- Where is Carlos!

- He's dead.

He's f***ing dead.

I found him in some big-ass trap

or something.

Wait, a trap! What do you mean a trap?

Like, does your dad own

a bear trap or something?

No, he doesn't own any bear traps.

Doesn't own any human traps, either.

Oh, God.

- No, I've got to get out of here.

- Slow down. You're not going outside.

Oh, God, this is bad, man.

This is bad. This is really bad.

Oh, God.

- Where did you put the f***ing key?

- You had it last.

Damn it. Let me just think a second.

What is this sh*t? Of all the f***ing

places, this guy chooses my place?

What the f*** is that?

- I know that look.

- What look?

You didn't tell us everything

that happened out there.

Maybe it's the "I just saw

my best friend bleed to death" look.

- It's how I know when you cheat on me.

- Not now, Amber.

It's our little game. I ask where you've

been and you make something up.

You give half the truth

because that's what good liars do.

You just leave the part out about the girl.

But you still have that look

of not telling everything.

I'm alone in this house.

There is a f***ing killer out there

and I'm alone in this house.

Hey.

Look, I may not be Joe Boyfriend

or whatever,

but I'm not gonna

let anything happen to you.

I wanted to talk alone.

I don't trust Brent with that gun.

Baby, Brent can be

a cocky a**hole sometimes,

but he's not gonna shoot us.

All I know is that two people went outside.

Only one came back.

I don't know. I'm too busy thinking about

how you and I are gonna get out of this.

That's so wrong.

We're so f***ing f***ed.

God, I'm so right.

- I'm f***ed, you're f***ed, they're f***ed...

- Dude, dude!

Freddy! Block it out.

Come sit. Come here, come here.

We are so f***ing f***ed.

Freddy, we could die tonight,

so why don't you and I go into

one of these rooms and get busy?

It could be our last chance.

Seriously?

No, but at least I got you thinking

about something else, huh?

Why don't you keep your sh*t together?

You want to know

what I didn't tell the others?

He sunk my boat.

He let you have the gun

because he wants you to use it.

Like Nicole.

Maybe.

Who cares?

We sit in a corner,

we stay away from the windows,

and if that sick f*** comes in here,

I'll kill him.

Promise you won't

let anything happen to me.

Of course.

Hey, a month from now, we'll be drinking

$2 pitchers at Shamrock's.

How can you read?

I'm trying to keep my mind off it,

and unless you want to walk

through this dark-ass house

and help me find my pill bag,

this is the best that I can do.

Why are you all so calm?

Can everyone stop breaking my sh*t?

We are just sitting here waiting to be killed!

- Freddy, Freddy, you need to calm down.

- We don't even know if he's still out there.

Yeah, sure, Barbie.

You think he sends us a tape

to tell us we're f***ing toast for kicks?

If we stay here, I know we'll die.

I can feel it. Okay?

So, we gotta go to the van.

- And we got to get out of here.

- Yes.

Yeah. Yeah, and the guy that sent

America's freakiest home video

didn't think about

doing something to the van.

- We have to at least try.

- I know it's f***ed up.

We're just f***ing sitting here!

It's okay to be scared. We're all scared.

Freddy, we've got you.

No, no, I gotta go. I gotta get out of here.

Yeah, like you're gonna leave. Sit down!

You're freaking out the girls.

Listen. Hey, look at me. All right.

Our best chance is to stick together.

I promise you this.

- No, we gotta get out of here, man.

- Freddy, this is what he wants.

He wants us to panic.

You're having a panic attack.

You're having one of your panic attacks.

- No.

- Look at me. Breathe.

No, I can't breathe. No. Get off me.

I'm f***ing suffocating.

Oh, my God!

Is he out there? Is he f***ing out there?

Oh, God! He bandaged him up

and brought him back here.

This is so messed up.

- You said that he was dead.

- Back off me.

- What happened in the boat house?

- I thought he was dead.

I am not a f***ing doctor.

All right.

We need to get him to a hospital right now.

- Yeah, sure, I'll call an ambulance.

- What is wrong with you?

Look at him. You think he's gonna make it

even if we do go?

You guys, if we don't leave right now,

he's going to die!

You guys,

can't we just get out of here, man?

I guarantee you

this psycho wants us to go to the van.

It is the first thing

he would have thought of.

Brent, if I take him myself,

will you just give me the gun?

- No way.

- My God. F*** you.

- Brent left me.

- Did he say anything?

Baby, what's going on?

- F***! Sh*t!

- Jennifer, what the f***?

- Carlos said Brent left him.

- Of course I left him.

I thought he was dead. F***!

All right, listen, anyone who wants

to stay here till morning can do so.

Jennifer and I are gonna

bring Carlos to the hospital

because if we don't, he's gonna die.

And if you don't like that,

you can go f*** yourself.

I'm going, too.

I'm getting the van.

I'm gonna pull it up to the porch,

but I'm not doing it without the gun.

No, we give her the gun,

she never comes back.

She hits the road

and we're left holding our collective d*cks.

Brent's right, we should think about this.

- There's no time. Good luck.

- Thank you.

Be careful.

When she gets back, you take the gun

while I go get Carlos, okay?

You stay close to me

no matter what, all right?

All right, smart guy, we'll just sit here

and wait for her to turn the van keys

so we can all hear the very loud boom.

No more sis, no more gun.

Now, when the van comes, you grab his

legs and I'll grab him under his arms, okay?

We just got to be careful. He's so cut up.

Mikey, we're boys.

- Do you really think this is a good idea?

- I'm not gonna watch him die.

Fine, but you're the one

who's about to get us all killed.

F***!

- God!

- Come on. This way.

Aren't you coming?

Hurry. Let's go.

- I got it. I got him.

- Just watch his left foot...

Okay, hang on.

- I'm sorry.

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