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for vociferating earlier.

You understand?

Dax having brains...

and seeing them splattered

all over Jordan's garage is

quite jarring on both accounts.

Excuse me?

Yes, I am recording.

So we have a record.

An accurate record of

what actually occurred.

Now was your aunt's gun loaded

when we took possession of it?

No.

Then how the hell?

Are you 100% sure?

99%.

That 1% is

really important, Chunk.

Sorry, I didn't check it.

I just assumed that

it would be...

Assumptions make asses

out of you and me.

And right now we are grade

double A donkeys.

Why are you assuming

it was my fault, man?

You did supply the gun,

didn't you?

Well, you did say

so throw Dax's game in.

Don't you dare

turn on me, Chunk.

I'm not turning

on anyone, man.

I just don't want

to be blamed.

Like the camera

and the janitor,

I told you guys like no,

but nobody listens to me.

Like Chunk?

I told you guys I'm on diet.

Jordan.

Jordan!

What are you doing?

Jordan!

Jordan.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Okay. Okay.

PTSD.

Post Traumatic

Stress Disorder.

We maybe experiencing

some of that right now.

Maybe more

so you than me but...

Apple?

But we need to overcome this

and think rationally.

Like, for instance,

maybe filming

all this isn't

the smartest act

at this juncture.

Then how do we...

Continue.

Finish the video?

Finish the video?

Is that what you said?

Asked.

Dax is chopped up

in little pieces

in garbage bags

in your garage.

I think the last thing that

he's concerned about

and we should be concerned

about is the video.

Big pieces.

Excuse me?

Big guy. Big pieces.

Perseverance.

Finish what you start.

Speaking of which,

I spoke to Chunk last night

while you were busy with that.

And she swears

neither her nor her aunt

loaded the gun.

It was loaded.

It's true.

That's very true.

Question is...

how... how and... and...

Who?

Who what?

Who was at the door

last night?

The first time.

Uh, no one.

No one.

No one rang the bell?

It was paranormal activity? Eve.

But I informed her

we... we were preoccupied

with a little problem.

Not a problem anymore.

You have, uh...

Look, made a boo-boo.

School of hard knocks.

Lesson number...

Execution.

Every prank must be executed

to the very end.

The very end.

Right, Connor?

F***!

F***.

I don't understand, man.

What don't you understand?

It's simple.

We're in an irony of a paradox

of a conundrum.

Dang. That sucks, man?

The irony being the demise

of most despised individual

in all our lives

brings us no joy.

Only sorrow.

Especially for me dragging

you guys into this mess.

The paradox

for as popular as Dax was,

there's been no police.

No phone calls.

No anything from anybody

for the past day and a half.

It's not rational.

The conundrum...

to erase everything on this

camera that implicates us all

or do we say that

to prove to the authority

that this was all

an accident.

Who's got the camera now?

I do.

Jordon requested

I keep filming.

For what?

To continue the prank.

Prank.

What if all

this was no accident.

What if all that stuff about

Dax and Eve made him

all jealous and nuts, man.

He's Irish.

They're emotional, right?

What are you crying

about now?

Get out.

It smells like

body sweat in here. PS.

What part of get out

do you not understand?

Fine.

There's an a**hole waiting

for you outside.

Who?

I don't know.

Only one way to find out,

right, sh*t-face?

Connor?

Oh, crap.

Yeah, motherf***er.

You stay back

or I'll call the cops!

Get your ass

out here now!

Now!

Okay,

but promise not to hurt me.

Okay.

Okay?

Okay.

I appreciate

your prudence.

Give me

the f***in' camera.

Where the f***

is the film?

Where's the f***in' tape?

There is no tape.

Don't bullshit me, son.

No. It's a flashcard.

It's digital.

It's called technology.

It's off, right?

Yes. Yes. Oh, my nose!

Then don't bullshit me.

Where the f*** is Dax?

In the garbage bag.

I said no bullshit.

Where is he?

He's at Jordan.

Come on.

You deleted that sh*t

from a couple of

nights ago, right?

Right?

Yes. Yes.

And if somebody ask

what you see?

Sh*t, that's what

you've seen, yeah?

I'll f*** you all big

in the tight little A-hole.

8 inches of black thunder,

you feel me.

Yeah, you will.

Oh, f***.

This sh*t is...

how do you turn

this sh*t off?

What the f***

are you crying for?

I didn't even

punk you yet.

What the f*** did you do

to my boy?

That's where

you fucks done him?

Ow!

Yeah, I think you're still

bull shitting me.

I wish I were...

No, you're gonna prove

you're bull shitting me.

Come on.

I said come on.

P*ssy ass f***.

Save those tears for me

and Dax and we both double

team your ass, sideways.

Motherf***er trying

to bullshit, bull shitter.

Just in case though, get

some video of this sh*t.

Evidence for the police.

Damn, never thought a black man

need to say something like that.

How do you turn this

sh*t on?

Ah, sh*t.

Motherf***er.

D, open up.

D!

Who the f*** home?

By the way,

you seeing it yourself,

ain't no breaking in.

The door was open.

I'm just saying.

What the f***?

What the f*** is that?

What the f***...

D!

Oh, sh*t.

You almost killed me,

b*tch.

D!

D!

What a fool.

Connor. Connor. Connor.

Guess who's who?

Oh, it doesn't matter.

'Cause guess what time it is?

It's Connor time.

Yes, it is. Step on up.

Go.

Go!

I'm sorry, Jordan. I didn't

factor in the consequences.

Yeah, further.

Further.

Further. Further. Further.

And perfect.

Stop right there.

Can you guess

what I'm gonna do next?

No.

Prove you wrong.

You said I was too stupid

and too weak,

but, look, look,

here's your bully.

All wrapped up.

And here's the guy

who was gonna f*** up

both of our futures

by ratting us out to the police.

You believe that?

I have proof.

You want to see?

No.

No one is going to f*** up

my future with Eve

and more importantly

your future of 13

Star Trek

conventions in a row.

You know why?

Pick it up.

Pick it up!

Now hug it

like a puppy.

No.

Connor!

Because you own this

as much as I do.

Don't you forget that

if the authorities see this

and you pointing

and clicking this at old Dax

then this isn't going

to look like an accident.

It's going to look like someone

intentionally loaded the gun

and shot Dax

dead on purpose.

But don't you worry,

best friend,

because over my dead body

will I let that happen to you.

Is it recording?

Uh, yeah.

Whoever sees this,

he's a psycho.

This was supposed to be

just an innocent prank

and Jordan has gone psycho.

What are you doing

with that?

Okay.

All right,

found a good shot.

Bon voyage, Daxy.

See you

on the other side not.

Jordan, um, pray tell,

what inspired you

to load the gun?

I told you so.

Excuse me?

I told you so.

Come on, say it.

Told you so?

Yup. You're right.

He was f***ing her.

Not anymore though, right?

Yew, gross.

On purpose.

I called them already.

Why won't you believe me?

Ahh.

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