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is a real person,

very much alive

and living on this island?

Do they have any idea

who the murderer was?

No one knows.

Hell, you could be

looking at him.

You kids have fun.

How creepy.

- Are you shitting me, man? Come on.

- Oh, my God.

Oh, man, I ain't eaten like that

in a long time.

Haven't.

Say what?

You have a college education

and you still say words like "ain't."

Bro, remember the cheerleader--

the one that you had a crush on--

you know, Charlene Hutchison,

you know, sophomore year or whatever?

You gave her your number

after basketball practice

and you always wondered

why she never called you back.

It's because your balls

was hanging out, man.

- Shut up.

- No, I'm dead serious.

Out of them little tiny-ass PE shorts

that we used to wear.

They looked like that turkey neck

on Thanksgiving.

That's what was

going around the high school.

Did you bring

any other games with you?

Wrinkled too.

So what's on TV?

Veronique, the reason

we came to this island

is to watch the fire,

take in the stars,

get away from it all.

You know, nature.

Yeah, Veronique, come on.

I promised Renee I wouldn't watch

any of the ball games.

- You gotta suffer too.

- Can't we watch a little TV?

No. Watching TV is the last thing

in the world I want to do out here.

Not even

"Astro Babes from Mars"?

- Get out. Put it on.

- No.

No, seriously, that's embarrassing.

- No way.

- That's embarrassing.

Post. Post.

- Keep it up.

- Hey, over here.

Keep it up. Keep it up.

What are you doing? No.

- What are you doing? No.

- What the f***?

That was a rental, you know.

Looks like there's gonna be

some late fees.

Watch a little--

Oh. Hey.

- Oh, great.

- Hey. Hello. Hello.

That radio station

sucked anyway.

Must be the circuit breakers.

It's an old house. It happens.

- It's okay. I got you.

- Goddamn, Boy Scout.

- A flashlight already, huh?

- Sit tight. It'll just take a minute.

Yeah, hook up some cable

while you're back there, MacGyver.

Come on,

there's got to be a flashlight

or candles around here somewhere.

Guys, come look.

Sh*t, the lights are out

in the whole house.

Anton?

Oh, sh*t!

Dude, you almost gave me

a heart attack.

- Anton, are you okay, sweetie?

- Watch out. Watch out.

- I'm all right.

- I found a flashlight.

Watch your step.

You'll fall through.

You're not gonna believe

what I found here--

a whole 'another room.

These don't work.

Someone must have

sealed this.

Whoa.

Looks like

some sort of game.

Let me see.

Hey, check this out, guys.

It says, "Apollo had forged

a magical flute

from lightning and earth

as a gift to Hades,

the once Eden-like

kingdom of the Pans,

to celebrate

their laughter and song.

But the lure

of the powerful flute

proved far too great

for this once naive, fawn-like race

who soon stumbled

into a deadly feud

- of chaos and destruction."

"Remember,

neither the keenest mind

nor the sharpest wit

is a match for the truest heart.

Each player selects

a game piece..."

Yeah, yeah, we get it.

It's like Monopoly.

You roll the dice

and move a space. Let's play.

- I don't know about this, you guys.

- Randophomos,

the ghost oracle,

- and the carnival of curses.

- Curses.

The haunted forest

of the Furies.

Guys, stop it. Pete's ghost story

really freaked me out.

- Did you guys hear that?

- What?

- Wait, listen. Listen.

- Knock it off.

It's the ghoul of Beacon's Isle!

Stop it. You're scaring me.

- Don't you ever make that face again!

- What's wrong with you? What face?

Did you see that?

Did you see that?

Oh, my God, man.

That was so f***ing creepy.

Did you see that?

"First, on your quest,

you must pass the haunted forest

of the Furies.

Pray that you do not

stop there,

for these three

demon-like nymphs

named Grudge, Retaliation

and Unnameable

will taunt you

with a deadly kiss."

"Draw a card that corresponds

with the space you land on

and dare to tell the truth.

And be true to that dare.

They can taste secrets

on your lips

and smell the lies

on your breath."

Oh, yeah, baby.

That's why I'm here tonight.

That's where all the action is at.

That's right. I'm right here.

I'll take this creature,

bam! Hit right there.

Then I grab one of these cards,

gentlemen.

"Bespeak thy hurt unspoken

by a trust

that hath been broken."

- Billie Holiday CD, dawg.

- Oh, come on, man.

You borrowed my Billie Holiday CD

and you never returned that sh*t.

It's my Billie Holiday CD, man.

Look, my grand mama gave me that sh*t.

Look, that's a classic.

Come on, man.

It has to be bad, like really bad.

F*** y'all.

All y'all are gonna burn in hell.

All right.

Rob,

I got you your job, man.

You know, as a matter of fact,

I'm the one who got you started

in the mortgage business

in the first place.

Before me, I mean, you was

greener than f***ing lettuce.

And in one year

not only do they

promote you above me,

but they make you

a branch manager.

And in all that time

not once do I ever recall you

even saying what?

"Thank you."

Where's the f***ing gratitude

in that, man?

Scratch that sh*t!

The Hathaway loan-- it was mine.

It's f***ed up, the way

they took it away from me

after I busted my ass on that

and they gave it to your wonky ass.

F*** that. I'm jealous, all right?

It's out there.

I'm jealous, okay?

Well, perhaps I shouldn't have

taken that deal.

But if they didn't give it to me, they

would have just given it to another LO.

Oh, man.

I should have at the very least

shared the commission with you.

And, you know, forgive me

for not being more appreciative.

You did hook me up with the job

and, in turn, a career.

And I'm sorry if I never

really said thank you.

Truth be told, man, you are

one hell of a loan officer, all right?

Well, look at it this way--

now that I got some clout there,

I can make sure

you get all the best leads,

you know,

the big money deals.

And I'll repay you tenfold

for all the things you've done for me,

friend to friend.

Yeah.

Come on. Come on.

All right.

Don't you just love

when men hug?

I knew it was all an act.

Are you ever gonna tell me

why they took the deal away from you?

So whose turn is it?

Whose go is it?

"On a bed of nails

rests the burden of blame.

Thou must confess

thy secret shame."

I don't know.

okay, look, there's no right way

to say this, so maybe I shouldn't.

Look, man, just go ahead and say

the sh*t. Just spit the sh*t out.

You'll feel better, man.

All right.

Kathy, there's something

I've always wanted to tell you.

I've never forgiven myself

for what happened to your brother.

Rick, don't.

I don't want to talk about it.

I want you to know

that there's not a day that goes by

that I don't regret

giving him those keys.

He swore to me

that he was sober.

I don't know, I guess I was just

so drunk, I believed him.

But all I'm trying to say is

my life has never been the same

and it's never gonna be.

He was my best friend.

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