Tamara Page #2

here, he should have a line.

We got both the rooms.

Phase one is complete.

Why are we getting two rooms?

Have you ever heard

of exotic dancers, Rog?

I mean, of course.

Just help me

unload this video gear.

Hello?

Are we early?

No. It's gonna be a small party.

Yes, my folks are going

out of town soon.

That's when we're having

the big blow- out at my house.

''Patrickpalooza 5'', baby.

- What's up, man? How you doing?

- How you doing?

Alright, it's shot time, people.

Let's make it happen.

It's okay, I got us some wine.

So, she is tough to go or what?

So, about the locker room.

I'm sorry.

I'm glad you could come.

No problem.

But you really should give Tamara

a break. She's a cool girl.

All right, cheers.

- Now that's one quality libation.

- You know what I'm talking about?

Shawn, phase two?

Yes, I'm just going

to the car to get some more beer.

Bill?

- Is that the dancer?

- It sure is.

- What is this?

- A late night entertainment.

You guys know how to party, man!

- Tell me you love me, Tamara.

- I love you.

Welcome to reality TV, b*tch!

You didn't say it was her.

My God!

I can't believe you actually

thought he would sleep with you.

You look like a cheap ugly whore!

Tell me where she is right now!

That f***ing dress.

You f***ing loser.

Tamara!

You?

It's not what you think.

- I trusted you!

- No, wait!

Tamara!

Film that!

Tamara! Tamara!

Somebody shut her up!

Stop! Stop! Don't hurt her!

Don't hurt her!

Tamara, please, stop.

B*tch!

Tamara?

Is she all right?

- I can't feel a pulse.

- Move! Move!

She's dead, isn't she?

- Isn't she?

- No. No.

Wait. Let's think about this.

What's there

to think about? She's dead!

I know. There's nothing

we can do for her.

We can figure this out.

- Just calm down.

- Calm down?

- We killed her.

- Shut up!

No one killed her.

It was an accident.

I am not throwing my life away

because of this loser.

If we all keep our mouth shut,

everyone will think she ran away.

No one has to know.

- Are you out of your mind?

- Listen, you little shits!

You all struggled with her.

Call the cops.

And I'll tell them that you

and your boyfriend set this up.

That you were fighting

with her when she fell.

It'll be your word against mine.

I've already got a record.

I'm not going to jail.

No way.

Roger?

I didn't know.

God.

- You're not like them.

- This is so wrong!

But I have a scholarship

and I guess...

I can't believe I'm hearing this.

Chloe?

She scratched me.

You too.

They're going to find

our skin under her nails.

Your hair's in her hand.

It's five against one. I've got

videotape to back up my story.

Who do you think

they're gonna believe?

All right.

So, what's your f***ing plan?

We never talk about this. Ever!

Let's finish it

and get out of here.

Wait.

This is really wrong,

burying her out here like this.

We can still call the police.

It's not too late.

We've already decided. Let's

finish it and get out of here!

Leave him alone!

I'm afraid it's too late.

I'm done. Can I go

to the bathroom?

Watch it!

You look a little pale.

Is something wrong?

Sorry, I'm late. Rough weekend.

I almost died getting here.

You'll have to take

a make-up test.

Time's up people.

Hand everything in.

Is something wrong, Jesse?

Thank you.

Can I talk to you for a sec?

Sure.

About Friday. I was

just feeling a bit vulnerable.

It's okay. Are you all right now?.

As you can see, Mr. Natolly,

I'm better than all right.

I'm perfect.

- What's up?

- It's Tamara. She's alive.

- She just walked into class.

- But how?.

She must have been unconscious.

No, she was dead.

Chloe and I checked.

- Obviously, we were wrong.

- Did you guys talk to her?

Hell no, I didn't talk to her!

I was busy shitting my pants.

Then, we'll go to her and say,

''We didn't mean to hurt you.''

I'll make sure

she keeps her mouth shut.

We tried it your way

and buried her alive.

I'll talk to her.

What about how she looks now?.

Come on. She'd give Halle Berry

trouble in the hottie department.

Tamara?

She was into all that magic sh*t.

What if she really is a witch?

And what if you really are

a f***ing moron?

We messed up.

That's all. She wasn't dead.

All right, we've got

to get to class.

Like I said, I'll talk to her.

Gotta get a score

in this period. Set!

And the pass is good...

Tamara? Tamara?

Somebody shut her up!

Stop! Stop!

Don't hurt her!

Tamara, please, stop!

B*tch!

Tamara?

ls she all right?

- l can't feel a pulse.

- Move! Move!

She's dead, isn't she?

I don't know. Am I, Roger?

- Tamara?

- In the flesh.

But... I... How?.

Do you really care how?.

Aren't you just glad to se me?

God, yes.

Look, I'm sorry

for what happened.

You didn't mean

for me to get hurt.

- No, I swear.

- Things just got out of hand.

Yes. But you're okay.

And that's all that matters.

Do you really think I'm okay?

You buried me, Roger.

I'm sorry.

Look, we thought that you.

Do you have any idea

what that was like?

- No. I...

- Well, let me show you.

Scholarship... Scholarship...

But I have a scholarship.

Imagine waking up in

the cold, wet ground.

Scared. Alone.

You don't know where you are.

How you got there.

You claw at the ground until

your hands are bloody and raw.

You try to scream,

but dirt fills your mouth.

And you feel the bugs and worms

eating at your flesh.

God.

God. Make it stop!

Now do you understand

what I went through?

All because you were

too scared to stand up.

God.

I'm sorry. I didn't know.

I guess everyone's right.

You are a loser.

And what would they think

if they knew the whole truth?

That you're

such a sad little boy that you...

You thought you could

bleed the pain away.

But it's still there,

eating at you.

You know what your problem is?

You never finish what you start.

Good afternoon, Hafton High.

l know a lot of you may view me

as just some loser video geek.

This weekend, l did something

horrible. It made me realize...

you're right. I am a loser.

Although l can't change the past,

I can still make things right.

I can accept my punishment.

But first l want to offer you all

a little advice.

Never be afraid

to stand up for what's right.

Don't just sit back

and allow yourself to.

Hear no evil.

Roger! Roger!

Speak no evil.

Roger!

See no evil.

I can't believe

he killed himself.

If he would have known Tamara was

alive, maybe he wouldn't have.

- I should've told him right away.

- It's not your fault.

Yes. He took the easy way out.

Would you listen to yourselves?

You are so busy...

trying to clear your conscience,

you don't get it.

This is our fault. All of it.

Don't be so hard

on yourselves. Accidents happen.

Actually, I want to thank you.

Because of you, I'm not that

scared, insecure girl I was.

Now I know what I want.

Tamara, we need

to talk about what happened.

We didn't know what they planned.

They said it was a party.

Yes, it was Patrick's idea.

- Dick! It was yours.

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