Most Likely to Die Page #3

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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 some

action 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 be

back 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 gone

for 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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