Uncaged Page #5

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And you best believe i

wanna know the truth.

So I'm only gonna ask

you one more time.

Was that motherf***er

at the train station

with my wife?

They were there,

but not together.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Hey listen.

Next time you see my wife,

text me, okay?

Baby, I think Jack

should stay for dinner.

I don't see why not.

I can't.

Stay.

I made plans with my cousin.

-Brandon?

-Jack:
Yeah.

Hmm, well.

Is that the kid

that followed us here?

Uh, well.

Bon appetite.

Hey, ain't that the

chick from the news?

No, don't be racist.

Did you boys ever

try a tapenade?

I make a mean tapenade.

You know, it's my

grandmother's recipe actually.

When my grandmother died,

she passed it down to my mother,

and when my mama died,

she passed it to

my older brother.

And when my older

brother was murdered,

I found the recipe

in his wallet.

Hmm, so.

Brandon, Turner.

Where you guys

at the train station

that night with Jack?

Brandon:
No, we weren't.

What night? Who's this?

Could we change the topic?

No, I'm sorry

what night is this?

Could you please

pass the tapenade?

It seems evident that you boys

were not there the

night that Morris Wright

was tragically killed.

Yeah, why were

you there, Jack?

You never told me you

went to a train station.

I thought we told

each other everything,

all of the sudden

you're keeping secrets?

Why were you at the train

station the other night--

well I would like

to make a toast.

Never mind, I'm sorry.

Nah, go ahead Brandon.

Make a toast.

No it's fine.

Make a toast!

Okay.

Uh...

Well, this is a lovely

house, it's very exciting

to be here, for dinner.

And uh, I had a tough semester

last semester at

college, socially.

But I made it, i

persevered thanks to my

two best friends

here, who I love.

And uh, it's really

exciting, again,

to be meeting all of you.

Especially Carl.

And uh, yeah.

I'm excited to see

where this goes.

Thank you.

Ah.

To friendship.

And whatever the f*** that

little guy was talking about.

And now that our palates

have been cleansed,

the tapenade.

In a few seconds

meet me in the kitchen.

I'm gonna go check

on the chicken.

This is some

fantastic tapenade.

I think it's excellent,

really great.

It's always great.

Do you need help with that?

Can you help me?

-Yeah.

-Not with that.

He killed the dog.

He killed Joey.

Uhm, I'm so sorry.

And now he thinks

i was with Morris.

I told him you weren't,

so there's no way he'll know.

I'm gonna start showing soon.

You're pregnant?

Babies cost a

lot more than dogs.

He wouldn't kill a baby.

Yeah, if it were his.

Can you help me?

Gonzo:
Rose, we're two

sets in, and no entree.

Please.

I don't--

get the rice.

Turner:
And that

is the first time

Brandon ever sucked on a dick.

That's a true story.

I'm sure.

Only last week?

Turner:
Yeah man,

it was just last week,

she was like, who's

this little kid,

and I was like, oh,

his name is Brandon.

Brandon:
I don't remember

saying exactly those words.

Turner:
Yeah,

whatever, you were drunk.

Ah, anyway, that looks nice.

Say, what kind of scotch

are we drinking by the way?

Gonzo:
Currently

Johnnie Walker blue.

Turner:
I've heard

of Johnnie Walker black.

Gonzo:

Welcome to the blue. Son.

I'm feeling kinda sick.

Brandon can get I the keys.

Oh yeah, yeah.

You're leaving

before the entree Jack?

Yeah, stay for

the entree, Jack.

I would, I'm just

feeling very nauseous.

Thanks for the hospitality.

I enjoyed the tapenade.

Okay, we gotta follow him.

Why, to watch him vomit?

No, no, something ain't right,

and I wanna fix it.

It'd be really rude.

We can't just leave.

Ahem, excuse me,

Mr. Gonzo, uhm,

may I please be excused.

Now what is going

on here fellas?

Did you not enjoy the tapenade.

No, no, I did very

much, very much,

thank you again

for that, I'm just,

concerned with my friend.

I wanna make sure he's okay.

Sure, go.

Hey Carl, I'll call you later.

Thank you for dinner.

Wait, this isn't

the f***ing way.

Oh, I'm taking

the scenic route.

The f***ing scenic route?

Do I look like I have time

to take the scenic route?

I'm calling the f***ing cops.

No, please don't call

the cops, no cops.

F*** you, man. You're

trying to protect him

with that cage bullshit.

I know something is going on.

I'm not trying to

protect him, I'm just not

trying to bust him,

that's all okay.

You know, it's Jack.

It's gonna be one huge

misunderstanding, I can feel it.

No, no, no you have exactly

two minutes to get there

before I call the f***ing cops.

Fine, call the police.

Let 'em come and find

Jack vomiting, big deal.

That's not a crime.

I mean, we're the

ones with weed on us.

You think that's a smart idea

to call the police when

we have weed on us?

It's not, it's not a smart idea.

Turner:
Go, nine.

Fine, I don't care.

-Turner:
One.

-It's your own funeral.

-One!

-All right, all right, okay.

Stop.

I'll take you.

Goddamn right you will.

Ssshht, ssshht, shut the

f*** up, shut the f*** up.

I don't hear anything.

That's really good news,

that's such good news,

because that, our job

is done here then. That's it.

I don't think so.

I wanna know what's in here.

All right, wait one second.

Will you, wait, wait.

Let's not go in there.

Why?

I have, I've had some

homosexual feelings lately

towards you...

Turner:
Oh my god, Brandon.

And I wanted to

talk to you about it.

It can hurt our friendship.

Don't f***ing

lie to me Brandon.

Don't f***ing lie to me.

I will open this damn door.

Don't f***ing lie to me--

all right, fine, I won't lie!

What, what?

Jack's in there and

he's a werewolf now.

And he's gonna turn

into a werewolf,

and then we go in

and he kills us.

Now you are

goddamn full of sh*t.

He'll kill us!

Get off, get off me Brandon,

I'm not f***ing kidding.

Now open that goddamn door.

All right, fine.

F*** man.

Brandon:
Hey Jack, it's us.

What the f*** are

you guys doing here?

What the f*** are

you doing in here?

I'm sleeping here.

What kind of f***ed

up psycho-creep are you?

Turner, you

gotta listen to me,

go upstairs now, please.

Brandon, help me out!

No, don't talk to

Brandon all right.

I know you two are

full of secrets.

Now, tell me what the

hell is going on.

Turner, I will explain

everything tomorrow.

Right now, you just

gotta get outta here.

Well, this wouldn't

be the first time

a member of your family has

had some explaining to do.

Oh, sh*t.

Turner:
Hey, you

know, get back here!

-Brandon, get the lock!

-Brandon:
Oh, sh*t!

No, no, no, I know

something is up man.

This f***ing cage, and

you're staking out at night,

and the bloody gopro.

Turner, you should...

Aahh!

-Turner:
Oh, my god!

-Brandon:
Sh*t.

Turn the lock!

Oh, f***.

F***, f***, f***!

Oh, god!

F***, f***, f***!

Oh my god, oh f***.

F***!

Brandon!

Brandon.

Brandon come on, come on.

Come on, Brandon,

Brandon, come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Brandon, hey, hey!

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