Most Likely to Die Page #4

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each other anymore.

I'm just saying,

don't jump to conclusions.

That's it?

Oh, my God, where's Freddie?

He just...

he needed a moment.

I'll find him. You girls should

go back to the house then.

Okay, but it doesn't feel

right to leave Ashley alone.

I mean, Lamont will be back

with the police. I just...

- I'll...

- You want to stay here?

I'll stay with you. I'm

gonna stay with her.

All right.

Hey, Gaby,

Brad's in shock. You don't

have to prove anything.

No, I know, I know.

Thanks.

- I'll be back.

- Okay.

God, this is just so surreal.

( Mechanical click )

( "Pomp and Circumstance"

playing over speakers )

Hello?

Is anybody here?

Lamont.

Guys?

( Screaming )

Help!

Help!

( Struggling to breath )

( engine struggles, quits )

Jade:
You know what the

creepiest part is?

All of it?

Yeah, but...

Brad's right.

I mean,

you're my best friend.

We get together once a year.

We text.

Come on, Gaby.

What do you really know

about my life,

or me about yours?

Your life on the poker tour...

I can't even imagine that.

When we were kids,

we actually knew each other.

We've grown up.

We've all changed.

( Chuckles )

- What?

- People don't change.

They just become better at being

the shits that they were.

Speak for yourself.

I am, okay?

I mean, look at us.

I make a living off trusting

nobody, least of all myself.

Gaby.

Freddie's still hustling.

Brad's still trading

on his charm.

You're still...

What?

I'm still what?

You're still here, Jade,

in the one-horse town

we were born in.

Why are you still here?

I'm gonna wait at the house.

I'm sorry.

Jesus.

You want to analyze this, Gaby?

Fine, go ahead.

But I'm not gonna

stick around for it.

Oh, God.

Oh, my God.

Damn it, DJ.

Oh, my God, now is not the time

to be sneaking up on people.

- Sorry.

- Oh, f***.

Any sign of Freddie?

Plenty, if you count

regurgitated pizza.

But no Freddie in the flesh.

No Ray either.

I mean, why would he

stick around?

Why would he kill Ashley?

Well, she used to cheat

on him a lot.

And maybe the cut

from the Rangers

was just too much

for him to handle.

The Rangers thing, maybe.

But I don't see him

giving a sh*t

about who Ashley f***ed.

He's not like you and me.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, let's just say

we both kept track

of who screwed us.

You think I'm like that?

Come on, your grudge

for Campbell

has been growing so big

over the last 10 years,

by this point it can fill

the Grand Canyon.

But do you let him have it

when he walks through the door?

No, you just ignore him,

pretend he doesn't exist.

Holding that sh*t in

is dangerous.

So what, I should

just prank him?

Hey, it keeps me sane.

And it gave me a rep

in high school

of something more

than a reject loser.

If it weren't for the pranks,

I'd have ended up

just like John Dougherty.

Okay, I'm not like you, DJ.

I just handle things

differently.

That's bullshit.

You were just like me.

In high school,

you were a fighter,

a survivor.

And once you realized that school

band wasn't doing much for your rep,

you traded in your clarinet

for a set of pompoms.

And by senior year,

you were dating one of the

most popular boys in school.

Yeah, and look

where that got me.

Campbell f***ed you over.

And after that, you changed.

That's the same reason you haven't

been able to win a poker tournament.

God, why do I even bother

paying a shrink?

I've got you guys.

That other stuff...

they were just mouthing off.

But I've watched you play.

When it really matters,

if you don't have the hand

to back it up, you fold.

That killer instinct you had...

it died somewhere.

If I lived my life like that,

I'd be sh*t.

Didn't have the looks.

Didn't have the brains.

Didn't have the money.

I had to bluff my way

up the food chain,

same as you.

And you used to be great at it.

So you're saying,

if I can win with a bad hand...

say, for instance,

lure a TV star

away from a supermodel with my

nonexistent feminine wiles,

then I can win a poker bracelet?

Well, yeah.

God, just shoot me now.

- Oh, God, what are you doing?

- Watch it, a**hole.

- Campbell, what are you doing?

- Gaby, shut up.

I'm taking you back to the house.

We need the lights.

- Bella just found Simone.

- What?

This is crazy.

I mean, this is nuts.

- I'm gonna be sick.

- I mean, Ray and Ashley,

I can wrap my mind around,

but Simone...

how could Ray do this?

- She's in the hot tub.

- Obviously.

No, no, no, no. Okay,

Ashley's name was in lights.

And Simone just got

exactly what she wanted...

to spend the rest of her life in a hot tub.

It's their "Most Likely Tos."

She's right,

so whoever did this...

they were close enough

to hear what she said.

I've got gasoline here.

What have you got?

- Gaby:
Yeah.

- What is this?

- Gaby:
Gas.

- DJ:
Yeah, I think we're in trouble.

Yeah, no sh*t. All the

fuel lines have been cut.

Jade:

What about Ray's?

Gaby:
Who knows? The ground

underneath looks dry.

Brad:
Who knows how to

hotwire a truck then?

DJ:
Yeah, if it's before

1996... this is bullshit.

- Jade:
Great. Great.

- Find some keys.

No poker tournament

is worth this!

- We need to start walking.

- I'm not walking in these heels.

- We can't just stay here.

- Brad:
Okay, let's just get inside

and come up with a plan.

DJ, we need to secure the house,

lock the doors and windows.

- I'll get Ray's bedroom.

- I'll check the kitchen.

( Rustling )

( both scream )

Freddie, Jesus,

what are you doing?

I need some f***ing cookies!

I eat when I get stressed out!

- ( Door slams )

- ( screams )

It's Tarkin. It's Tarkin.

I know it.

100%, it's him. He's broke.

He's lonely.

He's living here in the middle of nowhere.

He's gone f***ing crazy.

He's creepy enough.

He always watched me change from

outside the bedroom window.

And you didn't say anything?

People watch me all the time.

I'm used to it.

But maybe he heard Simone

if he was close by.

Or it could have been someone

who was already in the house.

I'm just saying.

I gotta go pee.

Who's coming with me?

I'm not going alone.

It's okay.

I have to go too, so...

- I'll go together then.

- Yeah.

( urinating )

Look, I'm sorry

about earlier, okay?

I was just like...

I was way out of line.

You want to know

why I never left town?

It's none of my business.

I fell in love.

That's why.

( Toilet flushes )

Why hide that from me

of all people?

I didn't think you'd approve.

Me?

Are you demented?

How can I not approve

of you being in love?

With our Honors English teacher.

Elaine Miller?

You're dating Tiller Miller?

And that's why

it's still a secret.

Speaking of secrets,

Elaine and I stayed here

last year.

There have been

some break-ins

and, well, Ray just

wanted us to feel safe.

Now you know and I know.

Just in case we need it.

Why show me?

You may not trust anyone, Gaby.

I get it.

It's okay.

But I trust you.

All done.

Who's next?

You.

What were you two

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