No Tell Motel Page #2

den mother?

who made you captain

of the football team?

oh, wait.

that was before you

blew out your knee.

i cannot believe

you went there.

( panting )

spencer:
hey, bro,

everything okay

in there?

mind your business!

( grunting )

no, the halloween party--

that has to be it.

it doesn't matter

when it happened.

it happened.

i was so drunk, and i--

i blacked out,

and i woke up at home.

we must have--

you can't say this

to anyone.

my lips are sealed.

you always say that.

i promise.

you can trust me,

megan.

okay. fine.

you want to be even?

do you want to know

why i never drive?

my daddy bought me

a $40,000 s.u.v.

for my sweet 16.

it was the last night

of my senior year.

i was driving to

a party on the lake.

( sighs )

it was raining,

but they said there'd

be a big tent.

and i was drinking

'cause there was gonna

be college guys there.

( laughs )

god. like college guys

are so great.

i just--

god, i remember

feeling so free.

like i had the whole

world in front of me.

the only thing

i had in front of me

was a boy on a bike.

why are you

telling me that?

i mean, i felt it.

i felt him.

i saw him lying there

on the road.

i saw him

in my mirror.

and i didn't stop.

i know what

it's like to live

with a secret.

now you know what

it's like to live

with someone else's.

kyle:
meggie!

oh, no.

tell him you had

to comfort me.

what if he asks why?

tell him it's a secret.

hey. hey.

sorry. i tried

to stop him.

hey, are you okay?

no, i'm fine.

i just--can i just

have a minute, please?

yeah. sure.

( squeaking )

( crying )

hello?

hello?

little girl, where

are your parents?

sweetheart?

sweetheart,

you must be

in shock.

you need to come

with me, okay?

little girl?

sweetheart?

you need to come

with me, okay?

little girl?

( gasping )

aaaah!

( tires screech )

someone's here!

rachel!

( gasping )

oh, my god.

oh, my god.

spencer:

no, rachel, no.

how the f*** did they

miss the flares?

ohh.

oh, god.

help me get him

out of here.

you actually want

to help this drunk,

after what

he just did?

what, you want to just

let him die here?

he killed rachel.

he needs our help.

( all grunting )

( sighs )

he'll make it

till tomorrow...

won't he?

i don't know.

hey, maybe there's

something in the

office we can use.

you'll be fine.

yeah.

i'll be fine.

( ding )

uhh!

( clanging, music playing )

( creaking )

( grunting )

f***.

oh!

( grunting )

( crying )

aah!

( gasps )

( gasping )

( bell dings )

( corey sobbing )

give me some of that.

god damn it,

spence, please.

all right, cool.

just take it easy, man.

don't spill.

lovely.

do you really

think you should be

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