Most Likely to Die Page #3
- Year:
- 2015
- 90 min
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Muck, muck, muck.
What is this anyway...
the "most likely" thing?
Bella started modeling
at 13 in Italy...
lots of tutors, no senior
superlatives for her.
Rough life.
I raise you 10.
Freddie:
Oh, I'm in on this one.
- You in?
- Please.
Can't you see I'm making
a move on your girl?
For us non-supermodels, our
friends, such as they are,
predict our destinies
after senior year.
Not everyone can be
Most Likely to Succeed,
so those of us near the
bottom of the food chain
get more colorful monikers.
"Most Likely
to Have the Last Laugh?"
Class prankster.
"Most Likely to Spike
the Punch"?
Class drunk.
Speaking of which,
when did you dry out?
I'll tell you right after
I win my first hand.
Why doesn't Brad have one?
Gaby erased his
after he skipped town.
He dropped out a month
before graduation
and ran off to New York to
become a big Broadway star.
I guess she was hoping
he wouldn't have a future.
I see.
Freddie:
Finally someaction from the pro.
Brad:
Raise you 10.
- Freddie:
I'm in.- Gaby:
I call.- I'm out.
- Check.
20. Looks like
it's just you and me.
Yep.
Raise you 50.
Freddie:
Oof.
All right, I'm in.
So how come you've never
won a world championship?
- Really?
- First of all, she can't bluff for sh*t.
- Shut up.
- Plus, she chokes on the big hands.
Jade:
No, you're both wrong.
She's too nice.
- She feels bad winning.
- Oh, my God, you guys are killing me.
Okay, I check, I check. I don't
even know what I have. I check.
- Raise you 50.
- All yours.
What? You had
a pair of kings.
That's right, I did.
And I laid them
face down on the table, so I kind
of didn't want folks to know.
So much for laying traps, pro.
I wasn't laying a trap.
I was losing.
DJ:
You had a set of kings.
Yeah, but he caught bullets.
Boom.
She's right.
That's amazing.
How did you know?
I mean, I can always
read Campbell.
He's the one who taught me
how to play.
Now, if y'all don't mind,
the pro's gonna
sit the next one out.
( Car lock chirps )
- Coward.
- I was just...
Yeah, sure. Come on, let's
go find Ray and Ashley.
I'm sure they're at the coast.
( Sighs )
( engine whirring )
Brad:
Ray! Ashley!Olly, Olly, oxen free!
Okay, yeah.
Yeah, that should do it.
It's TV.
What do you expect?
( Both chuckling )
Hey, congratulations
on the show, by the way.
You know, I never really
got to tell you that.
Well, thank you.
Right back at you.
It's a living, I guess.
Please, you came in 18th at
the World Series of Poker
out of, like, 6,000.
Yeah, but 18th is still losing.
It's still pretty amazing.
Still no poker bracelet.
Want to join the chorus
and tell me why?
I wouldn't dream of it.
By the way, what was that
me-teaching-you-poker up at the house?
I didn't teach you anything.
Yeah, I don't know,
sure you did.
Just, like, the important
bits, I guess...
never expect to win, never
think you're too clever,
never trust anybody.
They help.
Sounds like
a lonely way to live.
- ( laughs )
- What?
I mean, careful, Campbell.
If I didn't know any better, I
thought you were flirting with me.
Maybe you don't know better.
Okay, I mean, you come up
here with a supermodel
and you expect me to believe
that you're on the prowl?
Bella is a fling, okay? I was
trying to help her get into acting.
And I only brought her because
I couldn't shake her.
She knew you'd be up here and...
What?
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
What's...?
You want something from me,
but not for you, for her?
Okay.
I'm gonna say no, by the way.
But you might as well ask.
Okay, it's nothing.
She's doing a poker benefit
and she would like some tips
from a pro, and I said yes.
Oh, wow.
Wow, brazen, I'll give you that.
Okay, well, I mean,
are the words "over my dead
body" good enough for you?
- Yeah, crystal.
- Yeah, cool, great.
I didn't come up here for Bella.
Yeah, I know. You came up here
for your honorary diploma.
Maybe once you get that,
you can grow the f*** up.
I'm glad you think
so highly of me.
God, okay, I know you, okay?
I can read you every time.
You get greedy.
You just...
you just had the best hand
in there, okay?
A good pot, unbeatable,
and you still wanted more.
You will...
You will always want more.
God, I learned that
a long time ago.
I may not beat you, Campbell, but
I've only lost big to you once,
and I never will again.
( Sighs )
Oh, where are they?
Oh, my gosh.
Ashley! Ray!
( Engine whirring )
Ashley.
Ray.
Hello?
Ashley?
Holy sh*t.
- ( Yells ) - Jesus,
Freddie, what are you doing?
I wanted to get
you and Brad making out.
- Is he in there?
- No, no, no, no, Freddie.
Ahh! Ahh!
What the f***?
Oh, f***.
Freddie, sh*t.
Sh*t.
Oh, my God.
( Simone screaming
with pleasure )
( laughing )
- Guys.
- Simone:
Sh*t!- Sorry, guys.
- What the f***, DJ? Knock next time, man.
Sorry, guys. It's just
something's happened to Ashley.
- What happened to her?
- I don't know. I haven't seen her yet.
- Lamont, we need your help.
- Yeah, yeah, I'll meet you upstairs, man.
Oh, sh*t.
( chuckles )
Oh, my gosh.
( Both giggle )
I'll be right back.
( Gasps, moans )
God.
Gaby, Gaby.
What?
- When the cops get here...
- What?
...can we keep Freddie
out of this?
You don't think Freddie...
No, no, no, of course not.
It's just that, you know,
him being here in California...
God, he's breaking parole.
Wait, Freddie went to prison?
Yeah, he's gonna freak
that I told you,
but I just don't want him
to get in trouble
because I'm the one who twisted
his arm for him to be here.
Just try.
Please, just try.
Yeah, okay.
Good.
( Engine whirring )
Okay, yeah, that's real.
That's f***ing gruesome.
Look at that sh*t.
- Oh, my God.
- What the f*** do we do now?
Did you just find her like that?
Did you go inside at all?
- No, I haven't touched her.
- It's horrible.
We can't just
leave her like that.
Gaby:
Lamont will beback with the police.
They'll need to see the body.
Freddie:
What are we supposed to do?Just wait around?
DJ:
Lamont's going to be gonefor at least three hours,
pending he can even get a signal on his
cell once he clears the mountains.
- Brad, don't.
- What are you doing?
She's our friend.
She's not just a body.
I'm gonna turn
the generator off.
Jade:
Quit yelling at each other.Stop yelling.
This isn't an episode
of "Rock Mannon."
God, you've gotten so cold. How can
you just stand there and do nothing?
Because nothing is
what needs to be done.
If we just stay calm, then maybe we can
help the police find whoever did this.
- You know who did this?
- What, Ray? Ray would not do this, man.
- He has a temper, but this?
- How do you know?
- This is some other sh*t, man.
- How do you know?
When was the last time you guys
saw him... actually saw him,
not on Sports Center, not on his
fan page, but actually saw him?
I mean, it's been 10 years. Stop
being so f***ing delusional.
We don't know
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