Stillwater Page #4

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to defend themselves.

[Richie] Or you'll do what?

Hey hey hey, easy easy.

Hey hey, once we

get the cops here,

they're gonna sort it all out.

No way, man.

No way, we're not

going to the cops.

I got a family.

I got a business, man.

We're not doing that sh*t.

What are we gonna say?

"Hey, mister policeman, we

had a huge party last night,

did a bunch of drugs, and now

one of our friends is dead."

[Dawson] Yeah.

Yeah, that's exactly

what we're gonna say.

All right, okay, so let's say

we do go to the cops, right?

Who goes?

I mean, what if we wind

up sending the killer?

Okay, you're jumping

to conclusions.

How do you know for

sure he didn't fall?

Is there any way to prove it?

I got an idea.

The f***?

This is f***ing stupid.

Yeah?

So's inviting The Wizard.

Anyone got a better

idea as I'm all ears.

[Jack] That think

looks heavier than Coop.

Sorry, I haven't

weighed a man in a while.

Besides, it's the length

that matters here.

That's what she said.

Goddamn it, Leech.

Now's not the f***ing time.

Where do you suppose he fell?

Well, based on the

proximity of the tent

and where his body is,

the trajectory would be right

in this area right here.

So, he gets up in the middle

of the night to take a piss,

takes one too many steps

and boom, down he goes.

There would be a footprint.

There would be a broken

branch, something.

If you see it's an incline,

so he would've went...

Footprint?

What is he, f***ing bigfoot?

There's f***ing

pine needles, man.

Wouldn't there be

something, though?

Guys, guys, hey hey.

We'll see.

[Jack] God, I hope this works.

(grunting)

(eerie atmospheric music)

(grunting)

Son of a b*tch.

Are you serious?

I'm f***ing nervous, man.

When I'm nervous,

you'll tolerate

your own alcoholism

when you admit it exists.

Have another cigarette.

We need to send someone

to get the cops immediately.

Nobody leaves.

I need everyone here when

that Wizard bastard gets back.

We'll get the truth

out of him then.

Richie, will you f***ing

listen to yourself, man?

First of all, he didn't do sh*t.

How the f*** do you know that?

Because he

wouldn't hurt anyone.

Yeah, says his groupie.

Where were you last night?

And come to think of it,

where were you this morning

when Dawson was

yelling for everyone?

I don't have to explain

myself to you, little man.

Okay with this sh*t.

Enough, enough, hey.

This is insane.

How am I the only one who knows

that we need to get the police?

Because f***ing Cooper

was murdered, Dawson.

And someone here

last night did it.

If we don't figure out who,

the cops are gonna

put us all away.

Don't you get it?

Yeah.

Yeah, he's right, Dawson.

We're all accomplices right now.

I can't have my name tainted

by something like this.

(eerie atmospheric music)

You?

Try explaining this to a

wife and two kids, man.

F***.

On the other hand,

how long do we plan

to sleuth around here?

We did a serious number

on our food and water

supply last night.

As long as it takes, Jack.

I mean, we don't even know

where he ran off to yet.

We need all the information

before we start

including outsiders.

I'm with Dawson, man.

I say we call the cops, let

them figure this sh*t out.

All right, well

let's take a vote then.

No, it's not

necessary, Richie.

We just send one person

and it's settled.

It's all of us or

none of us, Dawson.

We decide as a group,

like we've always done.

If you wanna leave.

If you wanna stay.

Hey, will.

Let's go, man.

Come on, Will.

You don't count.

Just us.

F*** you.

What's it gonna be, Jack?

Strength in unity.

[Willie And Jack]

Unity in strength.

All right.

We stay, but we better get

some answers right now.

Hmm?

How the hell are we

supposed to do that?

Follow me.

Bruises on his wrists,

neck, signs of a struggle.

Obviously a gash on his head.

Yeah, a fist didn't do that.

There must be a murder weapon.

Willie, if someone

used a weapon,

they're not just gonna

drop it right by the body.

They're gonna dump

it in the lake.

Right, well, you're

assigning logic

to an illogical act.

Whoever did this wasn't

thinking clearly.

(ominous atmospheric music)

Guys,

look at this.

See, it's got f***ing

blood all over it.

Oh, f***, damn.

Now we know.

Blunt force trauma to the head.

Dude, don't f***ing,

that's f***ed up.

And the laceration was on

the left side of his head,

so whoever did this

probably swung righty.

Yeah, that's real useful,

'cause we're all right-handed.

Doesn't tell us anything.

If we don't remember

what happened last night,

then we gotta find a motive.

Yeah, we do.

Gotta find a motive.

[Jack] So, what's the last

thing that you remember?

[Leech] I don't remember sh*t.

[Willie] Look, we gotta

piece it together, all right?

Hold on.

It's coming back to me.

That other chick was all

over Coop last night.

They had some weird

love-hate sh*t going on, man.

Oh, sh*t.

[Willie] Yeah.

She went back into his

tent at the end of the night.

That's the last time I saw her.

Yeah, me too.

Hey, Vera and I just

walk together, all right?

Why are you looking at me?

Do I have to keep saying it?

This is f***ing crazy.

Is it?

'Cause right now it

all seems to add up.

Oh, really?

[Richie] Yes.

Okay, sure, you know what?

Let's jump on the crazy

train for just a minute.

Let's just say that The

Wizard drugged all of us,

so that he could send Vera

to kill Coop for, what?

Some kind of f***ing fanboy

fascination that he had?

Sure, that makes sense.

Then, oh what, they all

wake up the next morning

and take off.

So, if that's the

case, you know what?

Why don't we all just

sit around here and wait.

Do you really think if his

crazy conspiracy is true

that they're just gonna

stroll back into camp?

(branch breaking)

What's the story,

morning glories?

(ominous atmospheric music)

Where the f*** were you?

What business is it of yours?

Maybe Vera and I were off enjoying

the sunrise on the water.

Maybe we were engaged in

a passionate cunnilingus

along the slippery shore.

Or maybe f*** off.

Whoa, easy, Richie, Richie.

Better put a muzzle

on your dog, man.

I don't do hostility.

Yeah, you seemed pretty

f***ing okay with it last night.

What the f*** are

you talking about?

Stay out of this Elvira.

[Leech] Chill

chill chill chill.

[Dawson] Whoa whoa whoa.

Look, bros, last night

was a barrel of laughs,

but this is seriously a

toxic vibe, and frankly,

I'm just not interested.

Fauna, let's go.

Are you gonna stop him?

I'm more inclined to go

with him at this point.

Cooper's dead, man.

That's unfortunate.

See ya.

- [Richie] F*** this sh*t.

- [Dawson] No, wait, hey.

F*** you.

I told you.

I don't do hostility, man.

I said don't f***ing touch me.

You f***ing murderer.

Was your friend shot?

I didn't think so.

Wouldn't hurt

a fly, huh, guys?

Hey, Wiz, put

that sh*t away, man.

We don't need this

getting out of hand.

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