The Eyes

THE EYES:

If it's not too much

trouble may I leave now?

These things are getting

kind of itchy.

Hey.

Wake up.

Hey you.

Sh*t!

What the hell is this?

What the f*** is this?!

You tell me!

Look, I'm gonna

f***ing die, I'm gonna die,

I know I'm gonna f***ing die.

Take it easy.

Take it easy.

Do you know any of these people?

What, what, no.

No, who the f*** are they?

I asked you.

Hey, what the f***

is going on here?

I don't have a clue.

Sh*t.

Who did this?

I don't know.

But I bet it's a game.

A game?

F***ing six people tied up

knocked the f*** out!

That's not a f***ing game!

Kidnapped.

Stun gunned I think.

Drugged I think.

F***.

Are some of these people dead?

I hope not.

All I know is

I got out of my car

and I woke up here.

Radical, well I was

smoking a joint

and I closed my eyes and

now I'm f***ing here.

Weird.

This can't be good.

Yeah really?

I'm Jaclyn.

What's your name?

I'm sure it's not

coffee bean head.

No it's not

it's Jeffrey actually.

And I hate these damn things.

Then why

do you wear them?

Well, because I have a girl

and she thinks they're sexy.

Does she suck

on your ears when you do it?

Yeah she does actually.

You're right.

Hey wake up!

Stop it!

Welcome to the tie up.

Help!

Somebody help!

Shut the f*** up!

They got me.

Who got you?

They got me.

They got me.

Who got you?

What's the meaning of this?

Sh*t are you okay?!

Jesus who got you?

The one f***ing person

who knows something

and she f***ing flips.

Give her some time.

Let me free!

I'll kill you you bastards!

Let me free right now!

Let me free right now!

Let me free!

I kill all of you!

I kill you bastards!

Let us free!

What the f***.

He's not awake I think.

Hey, wake up.

Come on.

Take it easy.

Wake up, that's it that's right.

That's right.

You're alright.

Okay?

Is that so?

What do you call this?

What's his f***ing problem?

He woke up

and found himself tied up

with five other people.

I'm Robby.

What's going on here?

I'm Jeffrey and that

chick across the table,

that's Jaclyn.

I'm Arnold.

Arnold Proctor.

Can any of you explain this?

I think I'm in shock.

Very peculiar, surreal.

Awe, surreal?

Alright this is

f***ing real man.

Can you get it?

Real.

And if any of you don't

know why the f*** we're here

then maybe the screaming

b*tch next to me does.

I took a sleeping pill.

Yes, right, right.

So then maybe is some kind

of dream or something.

A dream,

try f***ing nightmare.

Like the dream I had before,

I was on the ocean.

I was fishing I think.

Like that, a f***ing nightmare.

Are we gonna die?

Personally, I really really

feel like I'm gonna die.

Gentlemen, Jeffrey here

is not very optimistic.

Shut the f*** up!

No, no yeah, I guess I'm not.

Look sorry dudes.

I just don't know

why the f*** I'm here.

That's all.

I'll let you be in my dream

if you let me be in yours.

The great Bob Marley.

Or was that Dylan?

This is not a dream.

I don't know maybe we are.

You know, in each others dreams.

Alright Dylan

write something else?

Not that he's dead but...

What is with this guy?

One second

he's acting like Rambo

and the next minute he's

philosophizing about Dylan.

Okay f*** Dylan!

Young man, Bob Dylan

is a great American

songwriter and poet.

Philosopher.

Okay

I don't give a sh*t!

You should.

Okay, did you see

your dad quit his job

and then listen to

I Ain't Gonna Work

On Maggie's Farm No More

for days

while his family starved?

You know,

unfortunately like a

lot of people your age

you have

a very limited vocabulary.

Well I learned it

from my f***ing parents,

people your f***ing age.

F*** you.

What are you?

Some kind of college

professor or some sh*t?

Harvard.

Impressive.

You dudes are definitely

screwed up man.

Here you are talking

about some dumb sh*t

when we ought to be

talking about what

the f*** we're all doing here!

I got a bad feeling about this.

Jeffrey.

What?

Whoever is behind this

will be back.

Okay.

Until then, we might as

well get to know each other.

Absolutely.

Maybe we have

some mutual connection.

It might help explain

why we're here.

Yeah, not bad for a professor.

That's what my students say.

Okay well, maybe the

screaming b*tch can help

because she knows something.

The man to Jeffrey's left,

does anyone know him?

The guy is a stranger to

me just like the rest of you.

Yeah same here, and the

dude looks like he's dead.

Dude!

Wake up!

Wake up dude!

Christ,

please don't scream again.

Okay, you already blew up

my f***ing ears.

Did you tie me up?

Yeah sure,

then I tied myself up.

It must be them.

Them who?

F***!

F***ing A!

F***!

What's going on?

Who tied me up?!

What is this?

What's going on?!

We don't know.

Untie me!

Will you

f***ing untie us dude.

Who are you guys?!

Who are you guys?

I'm Jaclyn.

The professor to my right

is Arnold.

To my left is Robby.

And the woman to Robby's

side we don't know yet.

And the kid next to you with the

coffee bean ears is Jeffrey.

Yeah well the first thing

I'm gonna do

when I get out of here is stick

these f***ing earrings

right up your a**hole.

I thought you were gonna die?

F*** off.

Who said anything about dying?

Crazy boy over there.

So what's your name?

Harry, and what's this

dying sh*t?

Jeffrey just has a bad

feeling about all this.

Okay, well

who the f*** wouldn't?!

Here we are tied up, strangers...

Wait.

We are strangers, right?

Well I don't know any of you.

None of us know a damn thing

except the b*tch next to me

and she's scared shitless.

I don't know but,

now that I think about it,

she looks like

somebody I've seen.

Maybe on TV or something.

Yeah, she's pretty sweet.

Okay but she's scared.

Yeah she's terrified.

I have to admit, I'm

a little fearful myself.

You're fearful.

And you're the one

accusing me of having

a limited vocabulary?

You just don't understand

the true power of

language professor.

Really?

Enlighten me.

Okay.

Fearful?

Fearful,

that's not saying nothing man.

What the f***

does that even mean?!

If you said something like

I'm scared

out of my f***ing mind,

then that's f***ing

saying something!

Well like communicating?

Yes communicating, thank you.

Whatever you say.

F*** you man,

what does that say?

It means for you

to go to hell.

Yeah.

What about kiss my ass?

Not quite but okay.

Not strong enough?

Well I just call it

potty mouth.

Yeah, and who asked you?

I don't need to be asked!

I'm tied up

like the rest of you!

I'm tired of hearing you

make a stupid

case out of cussing!

Like it's a good thing!

Just makes you trash!

I'm trash?

F*** you man!

If you have to cuss, if ever,

you should do it

sparingly and only

at times that warrant it.

Like shut the f*** up ass wipe!

Eloquently put.

Look here now.

As much as I'm enjoying

this philosophical debate,

how about we get back to

what this is all about?

Yeah, like why the f***

we're here.

Well we know we don't

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