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GWEN:

I don’t know what that means.

BLAIR:

Would you put that pillow up to

your face and count to one hundred?

GWEN:

Could I count to ten a bunch of

times instead?

BLAIR:

If you must.

47.

Gwen grabs a nearby pillow and holds it against her face. As

soon as she does, Blair PULLS OUT HIS PISTOL, HOLDING THE

MUZZLE RIGHT UP NEXT TO THE PILLOW --

GWEN:

One, two...

And then she FALLS OVER, SNORING -- the side effect from the

drugs. Blair stares at her body, annoyed. Then -

BANG! Gwen’s already-silent body falls quieter. DEAD.

EXT. TESS & JENNA’S APARTMENT - STREET - NIGHT

Blair walks away, cell phone to his ear.

BLAIR:

Keaton, it’s me. True or false:

Doug lost all of the narcotics.

I’ll give you a hint. It’s true.

INT. KEATON’S HOME BASE - STUDY - SAME

Keaton pulls a FALSE BOOK on a shelf and a bottle of whiskey

pops out of a HIDDEN COMPARTMENT. She unscrews it, pouring.

KEATON:

Motherfucking cock-f***!

BLAIR:

Quite.

INTERCUT BLAIR/KEATON:

BLAIR (CONT’D)

He and the girl are en route to his

apartment to scrounge from the

other re-ups, but to borrow a

phrase, this is one big boo boo.

KEATON:

You think?

BLAIR:

What’s my move here?

Blair listens, slowly breaking into a wide, psychotic grin.

48.

INT. DRUG STORE - NIGHT

BEEP. A BOX OF TAMPONS is scanned at a register. The Cashier,

20s, miserable, looks up at Doug and the girls.

CASHIER:

Eight forty-two.

Jenna eyes a few dollar bills in her wallet but Tess steps in

front of her, handing over a CREDIT CARD.

TESS:

I got it.

JENNA:

Since when have you ever offered to

pay for something of mine?

TESS:

Can’t I just be a good friend?

Jenna narrows her eyes. Sure.

CASHIER:

Sign here.

Tess writes “HELP” in giant letters at the bottom of the

receipt and hands it back. Jenna notices, getting it.

JENNA:

That signature’s gonna be worth a

lot of cash someday.

CASHIER:

Lucky me.

The Cashier takes the receipt and pins it into a stack

without looking at it. The girls stare at her, crushed.

JENNA:

Can I have the restroom key?

DOUG:

Seriously?

TESS:

It’s not a bluetooth, she actually

has to shove it in there.

The Cashier pops her gum and hands the key over.

49.

INT. TESS & JENNA’S APARTMENT - NIGHT

TODD enters the apartment holding a few empty bankers boxes.

With his hands full, he doesn’t clock the unlocked door...

TODD:

Jen? You home? I figured I’d take

another load over before-

He spots Gwen’s dead body and FLIPS HIS SH*T.

TODD (CONT’D)

GWEN?!

He feels for a pulse, but it’s no use.

INT. DRUG STORE - BATHROOM - SAME

A dingy, windowless bathroom. Doug surveys it, satisfied.

DOUG:

I really thought this place was

gonna have some windows or vents or

something to escape out of.

JENNA:

What a shame.

He holds the door open for Jenna to enter, but just before

the door closes, Tess jumps inside and LOCKS DOUG OUT.

DOUG:

Oh, come on!

TESS:

Relax, we’re not Shawshank-ing our

way out of the toilet tubes.

Now alone, Jenna pulls GWEN’S PHONE out of her pants.

TESS (CONT’D)

You should get a medal of honor.

JENNA:

I’ll probably get vagina cancer.

Jenna dials 9-1-1 and they intently listen together.

AUTOMATED MESSAGE (O.S.)

You’ve reached the 911 Emergency

Hotline. All circuits are busy

right now. Please hold for the-

50.

Jenna hangs up in frustration. You’ve got to be kidding.

DOUG (O.S.)

I hear you whispering in there!

TESS:

Whispering isn’t illegal, dude!

The girls stare at the phone, unable to speak freely.

TESS (CONT’D)

Can you text 9-1-1?

JENNA:

I don’t think so.

TESS:

How can you not text 9-1-1? We’re

in the f***ing future.

Jenna finds “TODD” in the phone. NEW MESSAGE: “TODD!!!”

INT. TESS & JENNA’S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - SAME

Todd stares at Gwen’s dead body in shock. Suddenly, his phone

lights up with a text... FROM GWEN.

SPOOKED, he jumps and drops his phone. F*** that.

Then he slowly types back: “HELLO...?”

“IT’S JENNA. START TRACKING GWEN’S PHONE.”

INTERCUT APARTMENT/DRUG STORE:

Jenna has the “FIND MY IPHONE” app open and running on Gwen’s

phone -- a personal tracking device.

TODD:
“SOMEONE SHOT GWEN - SHE’S DEAD”

Jenna’s jaw drops.

DOUG (O.S.)

Let me in!

TESS:

He’s about to break in, what’s up?

Jenna holds the phone up. A beat as Tess scans the text.

TESS (CONT’D)

What? I mean... WHAT?

51.

They’re both at a loss.

TESS (CONT’D)

Is he joking? Is it a joke?

JENNA:

Todd doesn’t make jokes. He thinks

birthday cards are hilarious.

Tess starts hyperventilating.

TESS:

They f***ing killed her? I’ve

wished for Gwen to die like a

million times but none of my other

wishes have ever come true!

JENNA:

Are we gonna die?

TESS:

F***! I’m gonna die before I even

get one cat!

JENNA:

Calm down, you’re freaking me out!

Doug SLAMS ON THE DOOR, trying to open it.

TESS:

What do we do?

JENNA:

Contact her family?

TESS:

I mean about US!

JENNA:

Distract Doug ‘til I can figure out

how to explain all this in a text.

Jenna locks herself into a STALL. Tess lets Doug in.

DOUG:

What’s the hold up?

TESS:

It’s a war zone in here. Blood has

been shed.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK. A CUSTOMER is banging on the outer door.

52.

CUSTOMER (O.S.)

Hurry it up!

Jenna texts Todd: “TESS WENT ON A DATE WITH A GUY WHO TURNED

OUT TO BE A--” She stops. Too long. Delete, delete, delete.

DOUG:

Just give us a sec!

CUSTOMER (O.S.)

Us? This isn’t a truck stop, pal.

JENNA:

Don’t rush me!

DOUG:

Just stick it in there!

OUTSIDE THE BATHROOM, the Customer misinterprets Doug’s words

and their face fills with awkward disgust.

JENNA:

You can’t just stick it in there,

okay? It’s a delicate dance!

Jenna texts Todd again: “WE’RE KIDNAPPED. LONG STORY. GO TO

THE COPS AND TELL THEM YOU’RE TRACKING US. NOW.”

BACK WITH TODD, he picks up Gwen’s tablet, also running “FIND

MY IPHONE,” and sprints out of the apartment. Still spooked.

DOUG:

If you don’t finish in about ten

seconds, I’m coming inside.

Doug bangs his fist on the bathroom stall, which sounds

strikingly similar to someone being banged up against it.

JENNA:

Do not come inside!

TESS:

Let her finish!

Tess holds Doug back and the two get into a physical tussle.

JENNA:

It just takes a while sometimes!

You wouldn’t know, you’re a guy.

Jenna covertly slips the phone into the TAMPON BOX.

DOUG:

Oww, f***!

53.

TESS:

You asked for this!

JENNA:

I’M COMING! ARE YOU F***ING HAPPY?

Jenna lets out an annoyed GRUNT and flushes the toilet. She

slams open the stall, shooting a death stare at Doug.

The trio then exits the bathroom, where the Customer is

staring at them in disgusted shock. Jenna adjusts her pants.

DOUG:

All yours, pal.

QUICK, ACTION-PACKED SERIES OF SHOTS:

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