Most Likely to Die Page #6

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- 'Cause I'm gonna go after him.

- Gaby, no.

- Give me the goddamn gun.

- F***.

- Okay, go back, make sure Brad's okay.

- Okay.

F***.

Okay.

Oh, okay.

( Whimpering )

( whimpering )

Oh, my God, Jade.

Oh, my...

Oh, my God.

I'm so sorry.

( Jade sobbing )

Gaby...

( deep breathing )

Gaby.

I'm sorry.

Jade!

( Sobbing )

( deep breathing )

DJ, DJ.

DJ.

Damn, DJ.

Hey, DJ.

What... what the hell

happened?

It's Ray.

Ray... he attacked me.

Simone's dead.

What?

Wait, wait.

No, no, no, no, no.

What are you talking about?

- You were gone longer than I thought.

- No, no. See, see,

my car ran out of gas

about 10 miles back.

Somebody cut my fuel line.

Yeah, I know.

It was me.

( Screams )

- No, no, no.

- Let's see if you really can eat anything.

No, DJ!

Brad.

He's not dead.

Not yet.

( "Pomp and Circumstance"

playing over speakers )

Brings back memories,

doesn't it?

Where did you go?

I heard screaming

in the kitchen,

so I ran to the bedroom

and hid under the bed.

Bella's dead.

She's decapitated.

And then this happened.

Where's the gun, Freddie?

I don't know where the gun is.

You guys had it last.

It's right here.

DJ, what the f***?

Sorry for the delay, guys.

I had a legend on ice locked

in the trunk of my car.

So right now Ray is

nice and chill.

Freddie, come sit down.

Keep an eye on Ray.

Don't make me kill you, Freddie.

Come on, play along.

You might just

get out of this alive.

You did this, DJ?

Why would you do this?

( Turns off music )

It all goes back to...

John Dougherty, really.

All this over a lousy picture?

No, Freddie.

We helped destroy John's life,

all of us.

And you and me, we used to...

we used to be best friends

with him in grade school.

You too, Gabby.

We used to all go

to summer camp together.

- Yeah, and we grew up.

- We gave up.

We sold our souls to survive.

We put on masks,

turned our backs on the people

who were actually our friends.

And look at you now.

You're...

( DJ laughs )

You're a f***ing ice princess.

And you're an alcoholic,

an ex-con.

- Was an alcoholic.

- Still a loser.

And you're a f***ing

serial killer.

- Exactly my point.

- It was high school, okay?

It sucked. You graduate.

You get over it.

But John didn't graduate.

I didn't ask that kid

to put a gun in his locker.

No.

No, you didn't.

But Ray asked me

to put a gun in his locker.

And because I was

a spineless piece of sh*t,

I did it.

Ray knew he was going

to lose his scholarship.

Ooh, so he needed

something big to happen,

to make what he did

just look like

a little harmless

yearbook prank.

So now John wasn't just

getting humiliated.

which, frankly,

he was getting used to.

No, no, he was getting expelled,

getting sent to juvenile hall.

I ran into him

up in San Francisco.

We became friends again.

And nothing went right

for this guy...

I mean, money, women, friends.

He didn't have anything.

He didn't have any...

any dignity left.

So one day I told him

what we had done.

I wanted him to realize that it

wasn't the world coming down on him.

It was us.

And the next day,

he threw himself

off the Golden Gate Bridge.

We casually destroyed his life.

But I decided to do

something about it, so...

so this weekend

is about retribution.

And if it wasn't

for good old Ray here,

none of this would have ever happened,

so he's gonna take the credit for it.

( Ray muffled grunting )

Poor Ray.

He just snapped

after the Rangers cut him.

His little ego couldn't take it

and he just killed everybody.

So that's it then, hmm?

Kill us all, pin it on Ray,

then you can sleep

better at night?

I don't want to kill you,

Gaby, not if I don't have to.

Haven't you been listening?

I mean, me and you are the same.

We've both got blood

on our hands now.

I'm trying to help you get

that killer instinct back.

And Freddie here...

well, he's suffered

just like us.

Freddie's boyfriend

was in the passenger seat

of his car

when he plowed into traffic.

There wasn't a lot left of

that seat, was there, Freddie,

when they pulled his

body from the wreck?

No.

So I'm gonna let

the two of you live,

if you help us out,

because we're not done yet.

- Who's "we"?

- Who's "we"?

Me,

Ray and the graduate.

John Doe and I

have a long list of people

to visit tomorrow night

at the reunion.

We've got jocks,

cheerleaders, the prom queen.

Who's that guy who held you down and

pissed in your hair in fourth grade?

Dougie Jones.

Dougie Jones!

That f***er's gonna die.

So how about it, Freddie?

Are you in?

Uh-uh.

- Ah!

- Are you in?

I'm in, I'm in, I'm in!

And how about you, Gaby?

You in?

Sure, I'm in.

Well, Freddie here

has always been one

to give in to peer pressure,

but I'm gonna need

some convincing with you.

It's time to catch up

with me on body count.

Time to get some real payback.

Gaby...

Speak of the devil.

Now if anyone here

deserves vengeance, Gaby,

it's you.

Senior year, this son of a

b*tch tells you he loves you.

He steals your virginity,

knocks you up, and then

heads for the hills.

How did that make you feel?

I wanted to kill him.

I still do.

So...

here's your chance.

( Mumbles )

I just want you to know

I forgive you.

DJ:
Whoo! Whoo!

- F***ing die already.

- Let me.

Who's got the last laugh

now, motherf***er?

You know I was only kidding

about that business, right?

I know, Freddie.

( Ray muffled shouting )

Oh, my God.

Oh, f***.

Oh, my God.

Queenie.

You'll survive.

Sh*t.

Oh, my God.

Okay, come here.

Let's get the f***

out of here, come on.

Let me see the gun.

Let's get out of here.

Are you okay?

You realize you're starring

in my movie, Campbell?

- You got it, Freddie.

- Great.

It's about this crazy

high school reunion.

Gaby:

Shut up, Freddie.

Freddie:

But there's a happy ending.

Gaby:
Let's just get him

to the hospital first.

Freddie:

All right.

( death metal music playing )

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