Red Hook Page #5

OH, COME ON.

THIS IS NO A REAL FINGER.

IT KINDA LOOKS LIKE THE CADAVER

WE STUDIED LAST SUMMER.

OH, AND I ASSUME

THE WRITING IS BLOOD?

THIS IS PLASTIC.

I- IT'S A SHARPIE.

REAL BLOOD WOULD BLEED.

HEY, WHERE'S CAMILLE?

BONING SOMEBODY ELSE,

I GUESS.

THEN WHY ARE YOU HERE?

I'M WINNING

THOSE TICKETS,

AND WHEN CAMILLE GETS

EXCITED THAT I DID,

I'M GONNA TAKE

SOMEBODY ELSE.

TAKE ME. WE COULD

ALSO PISS OFF TIM.

HEY, I THOUGH WE WERE A TEAM HERE.

OH, COME ON. YOU'D MOW ME

DOWN TO TAKE CAMILLE.

I- I WOULDN'T. I WOULD NOT.

I- I WOULDN'T.

YOU CAN HAVE HER.

WHICH HER,

CAMILLE OR ANGELA?

I'LL BE DONE

IN A MINUTE.

FABULOUS.

GAVIN COULD BE:

REALLY HURT RIGHT NOW.

I HATE TO SAY IT, BUT GAVIN'S

PROBABLY IN ON THIS, TOO.

IT IS NOT A JOKE. GAVIN WOULD

NOT CUT HIS OWN FINGER OFF.

IF IT EVEN IS A FINGER.

JENNY, IT LOOKS PRETTY...

(sniffs) FAKE TO ME.

NOW YOU WANT TO CALL THE COPS,

WE'LL CALL THE COPS.

I'M GONNA TAKE A PICTURE

OF THE FINGER AND ALL OF US.

COME ON. COME ON.

SO YOU REALLY:

DON'T CARE ABOUT JENNY.

YOU JUST-YOU JUS WANT TO WIN THE GAME.

(camera shutter clicks)

ACTUALLY, I DO CARE.

I DON'T WAN TO SEE YOU GET INTO

YET ANOTHER ONE:

OF YOUR "CRY WOLF" MOMENTS.

SERIOUSLY, I KNOW

YOU'VE BEEN THROUGH A LOT,

BUT YOU REALLY NEED TO GE OVER THIS PARANOIA THING.

OH, MY GOD.

OKAY, SHE'S

KINDA RIGHT.

YOU DID THINK:

LIEUTENANT FOX WAS A STALKER.

DOES ANYBODY THINK THAT MAYBE

GAVIN IS ACTUALLY IN TROUBLE?

AND THAT-THAT WHETHER

THIS FINGER IS REAL OR NOT,

THAT WE NEED:

TO FIND HIM?

ALL RIGHT, LISTEN,

EITHER WAY,

TIM WAS:

WAY OUT OF LINE.

(mumbles)

DON'T DELETE

THE PICTURE.

(cell phone rings)

TIM, IT-IT'S ROY.

PLEASE CALL ONE OF US BACK.

OH, MY GOD.

IT'S GAVIN'S RING.

STAY CALM.

LET'S FIND TIM.

OKAY,

GO, GO, GO, GO.

ALL RIGHT.

STICK IT IN.

I KNOW. OKAY.

TIMMY!

(scoffs)

OKAY.

COME ON. TIM!

WHAT?

HE'S NOT HERE.

YEAH, WELL, I DON'T KNOW

WHERE ELSE TO LOOK.

HEY, IT'S...

(AnGELa and Higginbotham) WHAT?

ARE YOU INSANE?

OH, COME ON.

THIS IS TIM:

WE'RE TALKING ABOUT,

TOTAL DRAMA QUEEN

CINEMA GEEK.

WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?

LOOK AT THE TRIPOD LEG.

HE STAGED IT.

LOOK AT THE PICTURES.

THE GUY IN THE SWEATSHIRT'S

IN ON IT.

OH, HE IS SO OVER THE TOP.

I LOVE HIM.

(giggles)

WHAT DO WE DO?

WELL, OBVIOUSLY, HE WANTS ME

TO KEEP PLAYING THE GAME.

MEN AND THEIR GAMES. MM.

OKAY, TIM, I ADMIT IT.

YOU GOT ME.

(giggles)

(cell phones rings)

OH.

I'M GOING BACK TO CAMPUS.

WE NEED TO FIND TIM.

COME ON. YOU DON' REALLY THINK HE'S DEAD.

IF HE'S NOT,

THEN WHY HASN'T HE

SENT US HIS NEXT CLUE?

(cell phone rings)

HA! SEE?

"SAY OM WITH

'THE PRINCESS AND THE PEA.'"

"THE DRAMA BOOKS HOP."

"THE GATE"...

"OF HELL"...

"IS OPEN."

THE GATE OF HELL

IS OPEN.

NO, NOT "BOOKS HOP."

BOOK SHOP.

THE DRAMA BOOKSHOP.

IT'S WHERE TIM AND I

HAD OUR FIRST DATE.

GOD, HE IS SO OBVIOUS

AND SO ALIVE. ARE YOU COMING?

DOESN'T CAMILLE DO YOGA?

YEAH, AT A PLACE CALLED

THE OHM STUDIO.

AND YOU HAVEN'T TALKED TO HER

AT ALL SINCE YOU LEFT HER?

HELLO! WHO'S

COMING WITH ME?

YOU GO AHEAD.

BYE, LOSERS.

GATE OF HELL...

HELLGATE.

THERE'S A BRIDGE.

YOU CAN SEE I FROM THE UPPER EAST SIDE.

OKAY, I'M FROM THERE.

MY PARENTS HAVE A DOORMAN,

AND I WENT TO SPENCE. WHAT?

(cell phone rings)

DO YOU GUYS REALLY STILL THINK

THAT THIS IS JUST A GAME?

IF IT IS,

I'M GONNA WIN IT.

LOOK.

OH, GOD.

WELL, WE BETTER

FIND HIM.

(cell phone rings)

(sighs)

"CALL THE COPS,

AND HER BOYFRIEND DIES."

PRETTY CLEAR TO ME.

WHO SENT YOU:

THAT TEXT?

UM, RED HOOK.

OKAY, PEOPLE,

TIM IS SOMEWHERE,

AND HE'S STILL BEING

DORK DUNGEON-MASTER.

I SAY WE KEEP PLAYING.

OKAY, BUT DEENA NEVER

SIGNED UP FOR THIS GAME.

IT'S TIM'S WAY

OF GETTING HER INVOLVED.

OKAY, OKAY.

UM, VINDIGO SAYS THA THERE IS A BAR CALLED HELLGATE.

IT'S IN ASTORIA.

SEE? IT'S A 12 THING.

(groans)

I LOATHE ASTORIA.

SO WHY DON'T YOU GUYS

GO TO THE BAR.

(groans)

AND JENNY AND I WILL

WALK AROUND THE BRIDGE.

ROY, WHERE IN ASTORIA

DID YOU SAY THAT BAR WAS?

PAULA!

WHETHER IT'S A GAME

OR SOMETHING ELSE,

WE HAVE TO WIN.

I'M NOT F***ING AROUND.

COME ON, ROY.

YOU COMING?

HEY, IF THERE'S

SOMETHING UP WITH CAMILLE,

I WANT TO KNOW.

HEY, DUDE, PLEASE.

YOU NEVER HAD A CHANCE.

"HAD"?

OKAY, LISTEN.

CAMILLE MIGHT HAVE BEEN

A RAMPANT SLUT,

BUT SHE NEVER WOULD HAVE

IN HER WILDEST DREAMS

LOWERED HERSELF:

TO GET IT ON WITH YOU.

"MIGHT HAVE BEEN."

WHAT? IS SHE, LIKE, DEAD?

SHE'S DEAD TO ME.

YOU WANT HER, YOU GOT HER.

I'M GOING BACK TO CAMPUS.

WELL, YOU'RE NOT GONNA

FIND TIM THERE.

WHY NOT?

IT'S GETTING LATE,

AND HE'S PROBABLY ALREADY

AT THE FINAL DESTINATION.

ARE YOU STILL:

PLAYING THIS GAME?

HELL, YEAH.

YOU SHOULD, TOO.

WHY DON'T YOU

GO FIND ANGELA?

THERE'S SOMEONE

WHO'D GET IT ON WITH YOU.

CALL OR TEXT ME IF YOU

FIND OUT ANYTHING ON CAMILLE!

OOH, I THINK...

(door squeaks)

(grunts)

(cell phone beeps)

(groans)

OH.

UM, HELLO?

SOMEBODY?

OH, THEY'RE VINTAGE!

OKAY, I GOT 'EM IN CHINATOWN,

BUT THEY'RE ONE OF A KIND.

ANYONE?

OW.

IDIOT YOGAS.

"PRINCESS AND THE PEA."

(groans)

(grunting)

(screams)

(gasps)

(mumbling)

(screaming)

AAH!

(AnGELa and Camille moaning)

(grunts)

(gasping)

ANGELA.

(cell phone rings)

"THE PRIZE IS YOUR LIFE."

"THE DESTINATION...

IS THE CLUE."

(cell phone rings)

"FIND JENNY TRAYLOR,

OR SHE DIES."

(cell phone rings)

SHE'S DEAD. SH-SHE-

CAMILLE!

WHAT?

DEAD!

I JUST-

PLEASE, STOP.

MY FRIEND NEEDS HELP!

(cell phone rings)

JENNY.

JENNY TRAYLOR.

(Deena) COME ON, JENNY,

BE HONEST.

(Jenny) YOU'RE

A BROKEN RECORD.

YES, DEENA, I REALLY THINK

THAT GAVIN IS IN TROUBLE.

THE PICTURE WAS REAL.

HOW CAN YOU TRUST GAVIN?

I JUST GET HIM, OKAY?

OKAY, THERE'S

NO CLUE HERE.

LET'S JUST MEET UP

WITH PAULA AND ROY.

(playing "No More" by ism)

I SAID NO MORE:

NO MORE:

I'M GONNA RISE UP, RISE UP

NO MORE:

DON'T YOU SEE

IT AIN'T WORKIN'...

WHAT WAS THAT NOISE?

WHAT NOISE?

THERE WAS A NOISE.

OKAY, I DON'T GET YOU.

YOU FREAK OU OVER EVERY NOISE,

AND YET YOU TRUS SOME KID YOU JUST MET.

SHH!

(whispering) KEEP YOUR VOICE

DOWN. THERE'S SOMEONE.

(groans)

WELL, DO YOU

TRUST ME, JENNY?

THANKS.

UH-HUH.

WHAT WAS THAT?

IT'S-I WAS

TEXTING CAMILLE.

WHY?

YOU HAVE TO ADMI THIS IS WEIRD.

THAT POSTER:

WITH THE PICTURE OF CAMILLE

AND THE FINGER.

YEAH.

I'M STARTING TO THINK

GAVIN MIGHT REALLY BE

IN TROUBLE.

WOW.

COMPASSION BECOMES YOU.

I'M REALLY GLAD

THAT YOU'RE WORRIED ABOUT JENNY.

OH. SURE, THAT, TOO.

WAIT, WHAT?

OH, COME ON.

YOU HAVE TO ADMI

THIS WOULD MAKE:

A GREAT STORY FOR THE PAPER.

PRICELESS.

REALLY, PAULA.

THANKS.

I'M GOING

TO THE BATHROOM.

OKAY.

IN THE MOONLIGH SOMETHING'S HIDING

(whispering)

THERE'S SOMEBODY OVER THERE.

WHAT?

THERE'S SOMEBODY

OVER THERE.

OKAY, I'LL GO LOOK.

(toilet paper roll squeaking)

(cell phone rings)

"WHERE ARE YOU, TIM?"

(cell phone rings)

(gasps)

(dog barking)

(screaming)

GET OUT OF HERE!

(chuckles)

(dog whimpers)

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