The Scarehouse Page #5

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I don't know.

Go get the weight.

You might want to keep your hands up.

Jacqueline Gill, you are here today

to answer for your crimes

against Elaina Forrester and Corey Peters.

I saved five people.

Objection. You didn't save anyone.

You endangered them.

And now...

they're dead.

That's a lie.

They've all answered for their crimes

and now it's your turn.

My judgment won't come from you.

You are wicked.

You've brought harm unto your fellow man.

You're not right with God.

You mustn't this.

If we confess our sins, he is faithful

and just to forgive us our sins

and to cleanse us

from all unrighteousness.

Repent, then, and turn to God,

so that your sins may be wiped out!

- Slow down, Red State!

- ...dominion of darkness

- Jesus!

- Jackie!

They told us everything.

They all had a choice to take the money.

Jackie, what money?

- I've made my peace.

- Well, we haven't made ours.

Don't be afraid, for I am with you.

Don't be discouraged, for I am your God.

See all your enemies lie there,

confused and humiliated!

I don't think solitary confinement

had the effect you were looking for.

I feel that...

that these ladies have been tainted.

Are you listening to me, you c*nt?

Who did they get money from?

I helped them!

- Let her go!

- Oh, Jesus Christ!

- Lisa, don't say anything!

- Look who decides to speak up?

Jackie just told us

that you chose to take the money.

That's what this is about?

You want our money?

If I tell you,

will you unplug the blow dryer?

Scout's honor.

Jacqueline's family gave us each

$40,000 to go with the story.

And you took it?

We voted.

We sat and we voted.

The money was insurance

to make sure that our vote stuck.

Lisa, no!

Jacqueline concocted this whole story.

Her father was there, checkbook in hand.

Shelby was lying.

Some bible thumper you are,

you manipulative piece of sh*t!

My family prayed on it.

We were just trying to make

a bad situation a little bit better.

You can't die soon enough.

I'm absolved of my sins.

I'm ready to meet my maker.

Shut up! Shut up!

I hate her just as much as you do

but she does not deserve to die!

I couldn't go to jail!

Corey, unplug the blow dryer right now!

Look at those big titties.

I'm Brandon. I'm a douchebag!

That's nice.

Vibrant red because you're worth it.

Slut! I know you like sluts, Brandon,

but how does it feel to be one?

Here.

You think you're going to make

the news again, Jackie?

- Which one of you has my cell phone?

- We smashed it!

Corey has mine.

Call the police.

Dial!

If I call the police, I'm going to have

to tell them about your daddy, Jackie.

My father's a good man.

I'm not so sure your Christian convincing

will be seen the same by the public.

They'll see it more as a guilty girl's dad

who bought the silence of five other girls;

framing us in order to save

his precious little daughter.

How holy! Praise the Lord!

The church will stand true.

Or they'll turn on him when they learn

how dishonest he is.

"What else is he hiding?" they'll whisper.

Are there little boys

in the church basement after dark?

Where did all this payoff money

come from on a pastor's salary?

Has the collection plate

been a little bit light?

- Think about it, Jackie.

- Stop talking and call the police!

- Maybe we shouldn't call.

- What else are we going to do?

But my father!

Dial.

Please don't!

I'll give you anything you want!

I'm having trouble remembering.

It's nine, one...

- then what?

- This is my final warning.

B*tch!

Jackie! I just want to let you

know that I forgive you.

Really?

Corey!

F***!

Doesn't feel so good, does it?

Don't worry, the sting starts

to wear off after two years.

- What the f***?

- She broke my foot!

Monitor room, red button now!

It seals the entrance,

it's the only way out!

Red button. Red button.

F***!

Come on!

Red button, where the f*** is it?

Goddamn it, Elaina! F***!

F***!

Help me! Help me!

She's trying to kill me!

Stay away from me!

Stay away!

Please!

I'm sorry. I'm sorr...

Red button.

Whatever.

All right.

We're not getting sentimental. We agreed.

Screw it!

Thank you so much for being my friend.

I couldn't have pulled this off

without you.

I'm ready.

- May the best slut win.

- Loser first.

I never lose, b*tch.

Bye-bye, Brandon. See you on the internet.

I'll miss you.

Help!

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