Most Likely to Die Page #5

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whispering about?

Nothing.

You want to sit down?

( Water running )

When I was obliterated

drunk in my car,

ran a red light

and smashed into

oncoming traffic,

my boyfriend was

in the car with me.

He didn't make it.

That's when I stopped drinking.

What the f***?

( Muttering )

Oh, my God!

Oh, sh*t!

Freddie:

I didn't do anything!

Then why aren't you

covered in blood?

- Because I didn't wash my hands.

- Bullshit.

- Damn it, Campbell, you're not helping.

- DJ:
Rock Mannon, are we?

- Brad:
What about you?

- What about me?

No one knows anything about

you for the last 10 years.

I haven't been hiding from my

problems like you, that's for sure.

Wow, great, let's just tear each other

apart, save the psychopath the trouble.

Jade:
Shouldn't Lamont be back by now?

Something must have happened.

- Brad:
Maybe he's in on it.

- I don't believe that.

- Maybe you shouldn't...

- Jade:
Shouldn't what, princess?

Believe it.

Holy sh*t.

Am I being punked?

You set me up.

Jade:
It's nice to know who

the world revolves around.

Brad:
Bella, I swear, it has

nothing to do with anything...

Oh, please, like this

cabin-in-the-woods sh*t really happens.

It's more of a coastal property,

but maybe Boobies has a point.

What if we are getting punked?

I mean, did anybody

check a pulse?

Jade:

Oh, my God, they wouldn't.

What about you, class prankster? You're

probably in on this, aren't you?

Sweetheart, I wish

I was this good.

Where the hell are you going?

To check on the bodies.

What else?

Bella, no one knew you were gonna be here.

I don't know what you think...

You did.

And you set me up,

so I'd feel like I was

part of the group.

I figured it out.

I'm not leaving.

Okay, then I'll go alone.

You never did care

about me, did you?

No, I'm sorry.

I'll go with her.

Bella, wait.

Wow, the brave man is gonna let his

girlfriend go find the killer by herself.

I didn't let her go alone.

DJ's with her.

There's always an excuse,

isn't there?

Look, it may have taken me

almost 10 years to figure out

what's important to me, Gaby,

but I know what is now.

And I'm not gonna

jeopardize that again.

I don't need you

to look after me.

( Instrumental music playing

over speaker in distance )

Is that the "Rock

Mannon" theme song?

What the f***?

That's my cell.

Hmm?

That's my cell.

There it is.

Okay, so that means

we have a signal.

What's your cell phone

doing on the floor?

I don't know.

Wait here.

( Phone beeps )

- Hello.

- Man:
You never did sign my yearbook, Campbell.

- Who is this?

- You never did sign my yearbook.

( screaming )

Get the gun!

The gun!

Hey, a**hole!

Don't shoot.

Brad's back there.

( Brad groaning )

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, my goodness.

Oh, my goodness.

( Mumbles )

Did we get him?

Get him to the couch.

Oh, sh*t.

Sh*t.

When did you even get a gun?

- Why aren't we using it?

- Give me your shirt, Freddie.

- We didn't know who to trust.

- And you do now?

Guys, what about the phones?

Still no signal. We're

either unlucky as f***

or he's somehow blocking it.

Okay, you guys,

go check the balconies,

see if you can see

DJ and Bella anywhere.

- Come on.

- Gaby:
F***.

Sh*t.

Good job leading the troops.

If this were a TV show, you would

have saved the day by now.

Yeah, if it were a movie,

I'd be the killer.

F***. Where's Lamont?

Sh*t.

Hey, look at me.

You saw the robe.

There is no coincidence that

our reunion is tomorrow.

This isn't a random psychopath

we're dealing with here.

This is somebody we know, okay?

You need to be careful.

So you're telling me

to trust no one?

Well, no one except me.

Thank God.

- There's no sign of him.

- Gaby:
Oh, sh*t.

Just Simone in the hot tub.

Look, I think it's safe to

say this isn't a prank.

Okay, we need to figure

out a way out of here,

because obviously walking

is off the table, right?

There are two ways

to trap an opponent.

You can advertise strength

or you can feign weakness.

- Who's feigning?

- We need to focus

on what's left,

which Most Likelies.

Most Likely

to Spike the Punch...

all those words are

extremely aggressive.

Most Likely to Play

the Hand She's Dealt.

Let's just hope

it's not aces and eights.

Most Likely to Break Hearts.

( Freddie laughs )

Your wake of scorned lovers

is probably laughing right now.

Karma is a b*tch, isn't she?

- Grab your camera.

- What?

I want to say goodbye

to my girlfriend.

Come on, guys.

I know deep sh*t when I'm in it.

Get your f***ing camera.

F***ing over here,

there's better light.

( Brad groans )

What are you doing? Stop, no, no, no.

You shouldn't.

Trust me, it's better than lying

here, waiting to be butchered.

A man of action,

just not when it counts.

You know, Gaby, you're right.

It doesn't matter.

- It does matter.

- It doesn't matter.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

We had something special.

And I wanted more.

At least I thought I did.

When you got pregnant...

I just saw my whole life

disappear.

I wasn't ready and I panicked.

I didn't need you to be ready.

I just needed you to be there.

I wish I would have stayed.

From the bottom of my heart,

I wish I would have stayed.

You should not have

done that alone.

And I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

( Shutters )

Brad, Brad.

Sh*t, guys.

Guys, he's going into shock.

Grab a blanket.

- Here.

- Oh, God, his body temperature's dropping.

Oh, my God, he's freezing.

- I'm gonna go boil some water.

- I'll go with you.

Okay. Keep him talking.

Keep the gun close.

Yeah, okay.

Brad.

Brad, come on, come on.

It's okay.

Gaby's gonna get you some water.

It's okay.

We need to get him

to a hospital.

Lamont should have been

back by now.

What if that pig f***er was

in the car when he left?

Oh, a what a time

to be on the wagon.

Maybe I should just OD on whisky

and save Ray the trouble.

You think it's Ray?

Brad can barely move.

It's not gonna be Jade.

And I'm pretty sure Bella, DJ and

Lamont are freakin' dead right now.

We just haven't found

their mutilated bodies.

So, unless it's Ray,

who is it? John Doe?

Maybe it is, okay?

Makes the most sense,

finishing what he didn't get

to back in high school.

Except he has no idea

where we are, Gaby.

I could barely find this place.

What about you? You left

your name off the list.

Lamont told you

I did time, didn't he?

He wanted me

to look out for you.

Just like Lamont,

always looking out for people.

"F*** your parole. Come to

the party, motherf***er.

We've got to

cheer Ray up."

Well, Ray is f***ing

happy now, isn't he?

Texas Chainsaw Massacre happy.

( Whistling )

Bella, you're okay.

- He's out there.

- Where's DJ?

He's...

( screams )

( screams )

( screaming )

Oh, my God.

Jade!

Sh*t.

Sh*t.

Jade!

Jade!

Jade!

Jade!

Jade!

Get out of the way!

Oh, God.

- Get me out of here.

- Okay, stand back.

No, no, no, don't shoot. It's steel.

You'll kill us.

I'm sorry, I'm just

trying to help.

- Okay, give me the gun.

- Wait, why?

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