Tragedy Girls Page #4

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it'll never be the same.

[Humming]

Oh... my God.

You are ruining it!

Just... Just get out.

Okay? Go, go, go, go.

We're leaving.

Thank you.

[Sighs]

[Suspenseful music plays]

[Whistling]

Goodnight, Mr. Gordon.

Night, uh, you.

[Humming]

[Door closes]

Hello?

I'm still working in here.

[Sighs] People.

[Dramatic music plays]

I said I'm still in here!

Look, Mr. Wan said that I could!

[Sighs]

[Chain hits floor]

[Clutter]

You have got to be kidding me.

[Motor whirring]

[Whirring winds down]

Jesus, you scared me.

Sorry, I thought I was

the only one in here.

Did your Drama Club run late?

Okay, can I help you?

[Chuckles]

I'm kind of

working on something.

Okay.

[Gasps]

Okay, what is this?

[Chuckles nervously]

Uh, Mr. Gordon?!

Anyone? No?

- McKayla?

- Sh*t.

- Damn it, M-Kay!

- I'm sorry.

Not really feeling this

whole pantomime thing anyway.

- Stay in character!

- Ugh.

Oh!

Oh!

Aah!

Oh! Aah!

Aah! Aaaah!

[Splat]

[Moans]

Did that just...

I can't even...

That is some serious

"Final Destination" sh*t.

Damn it.

This is still gonna

look like an accident, again!

What do we do?

[Saw cutting bone]

Ugh. Like this?

[Splat]

Yeah, just so there's

no possible way

she could have

done this herself.

[Whistling]

Check it out.

"Your shoes are not regulation."

[Laughs]

- [Gasps]

- [Whistling]

[Dramatic music plays]

[Continues whistling]

[Door closes]

[Birds chirping]

[Soft, dramatic music plays]

[Music intensifies]

I'm on fire

Get out of my way

Baby, I move mountains

I'm eating it up

Ready or not, here I come

I'm gonna be your boss

Be your boss, boss

Be your boss

I'm gonna be your boss

Be your boss, boss

Be your boss

McKayla... just a few words.

How does it feel to see your

conspiracy theory come to life?

Honestly, I'm not surprised.

You know, I've been the voice

of reason in Rosedale...

- I'm sorry, you can't do this.

- Excuse me,

- we're doing an interview.

- Ma'am, I'm sorry.

- This is not allowed.

- I was doing...

But I look really cute today.

Can I get a picture with you

by your locker?

- That would really help me out.

- Yeah.

[Chuckles]

Thanks.

Hey. Uh, you guys need

to take it down a notch.

Why? We're finally getting

the recognition

that we deserve

on this very important

public-safety issue...

or whatever.

- Whoa, what happened there?

- Nothing.

- Is that blood?

- Heavy-flow day.

I don't know. That's not

how that works, right?

Sadie Cunningham

and McKayla Hooper

to the principal's office

immediately.

Sadie and McKayla.

Okay, my dad is really

pissed at you guys.

Why?

He wants to bring you in...

for interfering

with an investigation.

- Shut up! Really?

- Okay, well, um...

if... if Sadie needs, like,

an alibi or something,

just to get her out of a jam,

just tell her...

She can say she was with me

watching some

Dario Argento movie, okay?

- Dario DiGiorno.

- Dario Argento.

Dario Arpeggio. Mario Wario.

I don't know. I don't care.

Bye-sies!

- Hey, can I?

- Obviously.

Hmm.

[Laughs]

Now, I want to assure you both

that no one here is

accusing you girls of anything.

- We were just trying to help.

- But if you guys

would just admit

that something's going on...

I don't need advice

from teenagers

on how to protect

this community.

Okay, no one here

is the bad guy.

If there is a perpetrator,

you're not helping to catch him,

you're encouraging him.

So, you're saying

there's a perpetrator?

Does he text you

when you're next?

Do you have any idea what that

girl's family is going through?

Yes, we've been in contact

with them through our blog.

They only want justice

for their daughter.

We were on Prom Committee

and on Cheer Squad together.

They asked us both to speak

at her memorial service.

We all need to find

a way to grieve.

And remembering Syl's spirit

on the Internet is part of that.

Thank you for your time, girls.

Thank you.

I need you both to account

for your whereabouts last night.

- I was with Sadie.

- Watching a movie.

With Jordan Welch.

[Soft music plays]

[Door opens]

This is un-f***ing

acceptable, Gerald.

They're jeopardizing

the whole investigation.

Well, if you want to police

these kids on Twitter,

be my guest.

When I close my eyes

I feel a dream I know

Livin' in a place

where my heart's unbroken

Please don't ever wake me up

And a big thanks

to Jordan Welch

for putting that together

under such short notice.

Jordan.

[Applause]

She will be missed.

Also, I hope that I can fill

her shoes as cheer captain.

For more information,

or to donate

to a charity in Syl's name,

you can visit our blog

at Tragedy Girls...

I got something to say.

Um...

Big Al, everyone.

[Applause]

Thank you, ladies.

You all know me.

I've been a firefighter

in this community

for eight years,

fire marshal for two,

not to mention going to state

handball championships

three years running,

right here in this very gym.

87-39...

record still stands.

I know what's happening

in this town.

And these girls are right.

Someone is targeting our kids!

And the sheriff's department

is not doing enough about it.

We have to stand up

for our community

and find who's responsible.

If that means myself

and some volunteers

are searching every block,

every abandoned property

to find the guy

that's out there doing this,

we will,

and that's a promise!

That's what I'm talking

about, Big Al!

[Cheers and applause]

Can you believe he just stole

the mic from us like that?

I know, right?

Dick. So hot, though.

So hot.

My, uh, smoke alarm

is broken again.

That's very dangerous,

Mrs. Kent.

Mm-hmm.

[Indistinct conversations]

Not too much,

or he might smell it.

Sh*t!

[Bottle thuds, gushes]

- Watch out, M-Kay!

- Why do we have to do this?

Why can't we just hit him

with an ax or something?

Because he's huge, and he's

probably expecting someone

to attack him.

We've got another bottle

in the car.

She's not like you.

Whatever, Hannibal.

[Sighs]

She makes little plans.

Always bossing you around.

Now you, you...

you're more like me.

[Chuckles]

What the f***

are you talking about?

Ask yourself...

who really takes all the risk?

Who really wants the kill?

Hmm?

No, without you,

she's, um, nothing.

[Soft, dramatic music plays]

No, Sadie and I are like

the same person.

She orders you around.

Not always.

She'll take all the credit,

you know,

just like the desperate

little fan girl that she is.

You can't trust her.

- What am I supposed to do?

- Just release me,

and we'll kill everybody

that gets in our way.

[Crying]

It's okay.

Just... Just open the door,

McKayla.

Okay.

[Crying]

[Laughing evilly]

Oh, my God, Lowell.

This is kind of sad, bro.

Like you could ever get

in between me and my BFF.

You know I'm right.

Before this is over,

[Singsong voice]

she'll betray you.

[Chuckling]

[As Mrs. Kent]

Oh, Big Al, you're so big!

[As Big Al]

Thank you, Mrs. Kent.

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