The Divide Page #5

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How about we play

for food and water?

So come on.

Truth or dare?

Truth.

- Do you love Sam?

- Good question.

- Come on.

There's no getting out

of this one, Eva.

Do you love Sammy?

Yes.

Ooh, congratulations, Sam.

And my brother?

You already asked

your question.

That is true, Josh.

Those are the rules.

- That's true.

- F***, she got me, man.

- Mm-hmm.

- Okay, um...

It's your turn to ask.

So come on.

Ask a question.

It's your turn.

Come on, just say,

"Josh, truth or dare?"

Ask a question.

Okay, dare.

No, truth.

Last time I said dare,

Bobby wanted me

to eat Mickey's finger.

- You're a sick f***.

F***ing disgusting.

So come on, ask a question.

Ask a f***ing question.

- Ask a f***ing question!

- Did you enjoy torturing Mickey?

No.

I did what had to be done.

But what have you done for us?

Huh?

- Come on, Josh.

- Okay, f*** it, Sam.

What's up? You want a turn?

Truth or dare?

Dare.

Go cut up Delvin's body.

Come on, Sammy.

Circle of truth.

You accepted the dare, Sammy.

Time to follow through.

- I'm not cutting anyone.

- Do it.

Don't be such a chickenshit.

Huh?

Do it.

- Stop.

- Do it.

- You got a penis, Sam?

- I'm not cutting anyone.

- Do it.

- Bobby, stop it.

- Stop it, Bobby.

- Do it.

Eva, how can you be engaged

to such a p*ssy?

- Stop it, Bobby.

- Do it! Do it!

- Do it!

- Stop it!

Atta boy.

Sam, sit down.

Sam, sit down.

Sam, don't!

Sam, don't.

Help me.

Sam, don't.

You don't have to prove yourself.

- You don't have to do this.

- All right, Sam, now remember,

it's just like chopping lumber,

but not.

All right, knock yourself out.

Go for it.

- Hold it high.

- No.

- Don't.

Come on.

- You f***ing p*ssy.

- Why don't you do it, Bobby?

You love chopping up people.

Why don't you do it?

Well, you see,

I've already cut up a body.

- Give me a kiss. Right here.

- Whoo!

I think we know who

the man of the house is.

- Get the f***... get off me.

- Robert.

- Get off me.

- Get the ax.

- No, no, no, no, I can do it!

- You're gonna cut him up.

- Josh, don't!

What are you doing?

Do it or I break his arms.

Come on.

- Do it! Do it!

- Do it.

- Do it! Do it!

- Do it!

Do it! Do it! Do it!

Who's next?

Bobby.

So how's a little bit

off the top?

You ready?

Okay.

Look at us, huh?

Look at us.

- Yeah.

- We're the same.

The same.

You're my brother now.

Where's the gun?

Get me out of this chair.

It's in a red coffee can

in the panic room.

I never said I'd untie you.

You'll do the right thing.

Eva,

there's another way out.

- What?

- Through the septics.

But you're gonna be swimming

through a whole lot of god-awful sh*t.

You know it's in the hair?

It's in the hair.

What's the going rate

on a bottle of water, Sancho?

Got to be some infidelity for sure.

- Yeah.

- No.

Stop. Stop.

She sounds like

a racehorse, Robert.

I'll bet she goes off like one, too.

- Please.

- Don't spoil it.

- Please, not like this.

- Not like what?

- Robert.

- What?

- Get lost.

- I thought we could share this one.

Oh, God.

It's in the hair.

She just broke.

Hey.

- What happened?

- Marilyn's dead.

They killed her.

You okay?

What are you doing?

You have to get the gun.

In the panic room.

- Where?

- In the red coffee can.

- Hey, a**holes.

- Oh, God.

You're supposed to keep

the batteries charged.

We're trying to watch a movie.

Yes, Bobby, but it just died.

- All of a sudden.

- What the f***, Sam?

It just died?

What the f***?

Store's closed.

Not here. Not here.

Not here, please.

Please.

Come with me.

This is your fault.

You didn't f***ing charge the battery.

- Sorry. Yeah, yeah, well...

- Oh, sh*t.

Why do you look so nervous, Sam?

Huh? Go do something.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Bobby.

You're right.

You're right. I'm sorry.

- Where are you going?

- I need to go to the toilet.

I'm sorry, Bobby.

You're right.

Wait. Wait.

Why don't you just slow down?

Oh, bitte. Oh, bitte.

Oh, bitte.

Oh, bitte.

Oh, bitte.

- What are you doing, Sam?

Well, you said you were

going to the bathroom.

The bathroom's down the hall

and to the left.

I'm just starving, Bobby.

I need something to eat.

Okay.

- Help yourself.

- Thank you.

You know, I'm standing here

and you're standing there,

and we're both thinking

the same thing, aren't we?

What?

Please, get me out of this chair.

Get me out of this chair.

Get me out of this chair.

Please, get me out of this chair.

Are you my friend, Sam?

Yes, I'm your friend.

What... what are you doing, Bobby?

Will you be my Sancho, Sam?

- Your what?

- My Sancho.

- Sancho Panza?

- Sure.

What? Sure.

Yes, I'll be your Sancho...

Say please, p*ssy.

P*ssy?

- Please.

- Please.

- P*ssy.

- P*ssy.

- Please, p*ssy.

- Please.

- Pretty please, p*ssy.

- Pretty please.

- P*ssy. Not just p*ssy.

- P*ssy.

- P*ssy. P*ssy.

- P*ssy. P*ssy.

Now say it in French.

I don't know what you just said,

but that sounded sexy as f***.

- Now suck my dick.

- What?

- Suck my dick. Suck my dick.

- What? No.

- Suck my dick!

- No, no, no!

Come on, Bobby.

Come on, Bobby.

- Bobby, come on.

- Suck it.

- Bobby. Bobby, come on.

- Suck my dick.

- Suck my dick.

- Bobby!

- Bobby, stop! Ah!

Stop it!

Stop!

I'm just f***ing with you, Sam.

Yeah, we changed the combination

two weeks ago.

Open sesame.

I don't think we have croissants.

I know how you Frenchies

love that sh*t.

But I'll find you something.

Wait, wait.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

I don't want to just f*** you.

Wait, wait, please.

You were right about Sam.

Sam's not a real man like you.

You're right.

I need a real man.

What are you doing?

I want to touch you.

I just want to touch you.

What, I said, are you doing?

- What are you doing?

- I just wanted to touch your skin.

- You want some apricots?

- Apricots are for faggots.

I like apricots.

You know, Sam,

you really blew it big time.

You know, I knew

Josh would tap that ass.

You really blew it.

What the f***

are you doing, Sam?

Shh.

Shut up.

Shh.

- Josh!

- Shut up!

- All right.

- Stand up.

Stand up.

Now march.

Come on, Sam.

No!

I'll f***ing kill you!

Get off!

Get off her!

Get off of her!

Run, run!

I've got the gun.

- I've got the gun.

- Sam.

I've got a gun!

I've got a gun.

Come on, Sam. If you shoot me,

you're gonna have to cut me up.

Sam, keep the gun on Bobby.

You'll never do it, p*ssy.

- Come on, shoot me.

- Sam!

Shoot me.

Come on, shoot me.

- Shoot me!

- Keep the gun on Bobby.

- Sam, I'm on your side.

- You'll never do it, p*ssy.

- Sam, give the gun to Adrien.

- I'm on your side.

- Shoot me!

- Give the gun to Adrien.

- Sam, give me the gun.

- Sam, give the gun to Adrien.

- Shoot me.

- Give the gun to Adrien.

- What?

- Give the gun to Adrien.

- Okay, I'm on your side.

- F***ing shoot me.

Damn it, I'm on your side.

Give me the gun.

- Shoot me!

- Give me the gun, Sam.

- Shoot me!

- Give it to Adrien!

- Sam!

No! No!

F***ing do him.

F***ing do him.

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