Unfriended Page #4

- Even Ken?

- What?

- Don't hang up.

- What?

But what just happened?

I said, "don't hang up."

Who did you call?

F***! It's this f***ing a**hole!

Hey, genius, we can see you!

Hey! Hey, buddy!

You know what?

What is that?

It's behind, like, a lattice?

- Like, a crate or something? Like...

- It's not letting me hang up.

Wait, Ken! Ken!

- What?

- Wait, come back.

What?

Back up a little bit.

- Why?

- Just do it, dude.

Ken, what the f***'s going on?

Ken.

- What the f***?

- Ken? Ken?

- Don't kill me!

- Ken!

Is he okay? Ken!

- Oh, my God! Ken! Ken...

- Ken, come on! Ken, stop f***ing around!

Oh, my God! No! Don't...

- Guys...

- Holy sh*t!

- What was he doing?

- What the f*** just happened? Ken?

Shut up, Jess! Just shut up!

- What the f***?

- Shut up, Jess! F***!

- This is so f***ed up!

- This isn't funny anymore!

F*** this sh*t! Okay?

I'm f***ing out of here! You hear me?

F***.

F***.

Hey, babe, go lock your door.

Go lock your door.

What? I think it is locked.

Hello?

Hello?

Oh, f***.

What do you see? Adam?

Adam, what do you see?

Guys...

There's f***ing no one here.

I'm gonna go check it out.

- No, no, no. Don't. Don't.

- No, don't do it.

- No, Adam, no!

- What?

What the...

- Is it locked?

- Lock the door.

- Lock your door.

- Yeah, I f***ing...

Who's there? Hey!

Who's here?

I have a f***ing gun! You hear me?

F***. What the f***?

What do you want?

What video?

- What the f***?

- You better slap that ho!

- Yeah, whore, I will beat your ass.

- You'll beat my ass?

She's gonna beat my ass, everybody!

Val is gonna beat my ass!

Val is gonna beat my ass!

- No, this isn't on us, man.

- This isn't our fault.

This is not on us.

- What?

- What?

No. No, f*** this. I'm not...

I'm not f***ing playing any f***ing...

- Adam! Adam, stop!

- What? What?

Like the drinking game?

What? Wait, how do you play?

How do you play?

I'm not playing your f***ing games.

Why don't you f***ing explain it.

It's your f***ing game, man!

Somebody just tell me how to play!

Guys... Jess, how do you...

Dude... okay, you put up five fingers,

and then if you've done something,

you have to put your finger down.

That's how it works.

This is the dumbest f***ing thing.

What... Why are you... why?

I'm gonna lose.

- Are we doing this?

- I don't wanna play.

Put your hands up. Put your hands up.

Put your hands up!

Just f***ing do it.

Fine, all right, five fingers up, fine.

- Who did that?

- Wasn't f***ing me.

Okay, f***, it was me, okay?

- You said it was Val.

- Okay, I lied, all right?

You...

It's not like there's not

some kind of truth in there!

- What are you doing?

- Dude, it's not my fault!

You're the one who's like,

"I'm not hungry, I already ate."

- All that sh*t.

- Do not do this right now.

- It wasn't f***ing me.

- It was one of you guys?

Jess, stop it!

Don't attack people right now.

I'm sorry, it was me, okay?

We were drunk, and it happened,

and I didn't know how to tell you.

- F*** you! F*** you!

- I'm sorry, Jess.

- Great friend, Blaire.

- I have apologized.

She's not apologized for starting

this rumor thing about me.

- That is not true, by the way.

- Hey! We're keeping together on this.

Stop it.

That was me. Easy.

It was last year. She kissed me.

I threw her off. Nothing happened.

It's fine.

What? No, no, please tell me

he's lying, Jess, you f***ing b*tch!

- F*** you. It wasn't me, okay?

- Shut up. Shut up! It was me, man.

- It was me. I'm sorry.

- It was you?

- Yeah.

- What? Why?

What do you mean, "What? Why?"

Does it really f***ing matter?

Yeah, it does to me, Mitch!

They put me in f***ing handcuffs, man!

I almost had a record! My f***ing dad

almost disowned me for that!

It was gonna be both of us or one of us,

and I would do the same sh*t for you.

- So let me take the rap?

- Hey, it doesn't matter!

- It doesn't matter! It doesn't matter!

- Oh, my f***ing hero, Mitch.

- Knock it off!

- My hero!

- F***. You guys are f***ed up, man!

- Like you don't have enough f***ing money.

- Keep it, b*tch!

- F***ing a**hole.

Yeah, let's listen to Blaire again, 'cause

that keeps working out so f***ing well.

What?

Guys, are you serious?

None of us did that.

We wouldn't do that.

- Blaire?

- What?

- Blaire, did you do that?

- No!

- How do we know?

- Hey! It's not her. It's not her.

- I... we wouldn't do that.

- Put down a finger and we'll see.

- She already said it. Stop pushing her!

- Yeah, I heard her say that!

- She always tells the truth, Mitch?

- Yeah! Yeah.

Oh, she does?

She always tells the truth, right?

'Cause you always

tell the truth, right, Blaire?

You always tell the truth.

Fine, it was me.

- Adam, Jesus!

- You piece of sh*t!

You're a f***ing piece of sh*t.

You know that?

F*** you! You're a piece of sh*t!

- I'm just nothing to you, Adam.

- You piece of sh*t.

F*** you! He said if I traded you

that the three of us could live.

- I was trying to save your life, Mitch.

- No! No!

I hate you! I hate you!

I hate you, Adam!

'Cause you guys are all so

f***ing perfect, right? Yeah?

- Wait. Guys, guys, guys. Come on, please.

- Okay. All right. I see.

- You know what? F*** this.

- Guys, come on.

I got an idea. Hey, Billie,

why don't you lay off? I got this one.

- What the f*** are you doing?

- Easy one.

Never have I ever had sex.

- Hey, Billie, can we get a timer, please?

- What are you doing right now?

There goes my finger. Hey, Jess,

you only need to put down one, not 50.

- F*** you, Adam.

- Okay.

Hey, that's weird.

The timer's still going.

- Billie, why's the timer still going?

- What are you doing?

- What are you doing, Adam?

- Tick-tock...

- The round ain't over.

- What are you doing?

Someone hasn't answered.

- Hello?

- What are you...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry, Mitch.

- What do you mean?

- Okay, new question.

- I'm sorry...

Never have I ever...

- f***ed my boyfriend's best friend.

- What are you doing, Adam?

- There. You happy, Blaire?

- Why are you doing this?

- What are you doing? Is he serious?

- Mitchie, I'm so sorry. Don't...

- Are you serious? He's telling the truth?

- God damn it, Adam!

- What do you mean? What do you mean?

- It was an accident. It was an accident!

- I didn't mean to do that.

- It was an accident? Oh, my God!

- I was drunk, okay? It just...

- Oh, my God. What were you doing?

- I'm sorry, it just... I hate you, Adam!

- How? How? I don't get it. How?

- F*** you, Blaire.

- Stop talking, Adam! Stop it!

It doesn't matter, remember, Mitch?

- It doesn't f***ing matter, right?

- It does matter. It does matter, because...

We might all f***ing die, but we're

better than you, you piece of sh*t!

Guys, stop. Guys, please stop.

- Any other guy I liked treated me like sh*t.

- I'm gonna f***ing win this thing.

I'm gonna win this thing.

Never... never have I ever...

Everyone's hands up! We're still playing!

We're still playing here!

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