All The Boys Love Mandy Lane Page #5

You f***ing little prick!

Come on, Jake. It's dark in here.

I can't see.

Jake, come on.

Jake?

Come on, it's not funny any more.

(heavy blow / she falls to the ground)

(gasps)

(muffled grunts)

(gargling cries)

(screams)

(squelching)

(door shuts)

Nobody say sh*t about his cock.

Where's Marlin?

She mentioned something

about f***ing the maid.

Ranch hand, dude.

Whatever.

Will y'all get me a beer?

- No.

- No.

Fine. Anybody else want a beer?

- No, thanks.

- Alright.

(girl screams)

Ah, sh*t!

Perfect.

Yep.

Perfect.

Jake, go get Garth

to start the genny, OK?

Hell, no.

I just got you a beer.

- Probably busy boning Marlin anyway.

- (Chloe) Somebody help me!

- Dude, go help Chloe.

- No way, bro.

Someone should go outside

and sort the generator.

- F*** it, I'll do it.

- (Chloe) I'm serious!

I'll go help Chloe.

Um, I should go get the candles.

(Jake) Hey!

Hey.

So where is everyone?

They're all f***ing.

Really?

And just where are you, Mandy Lane?

Right here.

(whistles nonchalantly)

(generator splutters)

(twig snaps)

(generator splutters)

- What are you doing?

- (gasps)

Oh, uh, trying to get the power

back on.

Right.

Red check the fuse box?

I think I can get it started.

Don't you have a girlfriend in there?

Yeah, I think I might.

Well, I'd run back in there

before I lose her.

What the hell are you talking about?

We're on the grid here. Power ain't

got nothing to do with the generator.

(laughs)

Those little f***ers.

Hope they get the power

turned back on.

Yeah, I wouldn't count on it.

Yeah, I thought we could use

some alone time.

Jake.

What?

- What are you doing?

- Nothing!

You know what?

You walk around this place

like you think you're better than us.

- I do not think I'm better...

- And you know what? You're not.

Sh*t! I think we're pretty much

on the same page here, don't you?

In fact, Lane,

I think we're a lot alike.

You want what I want.

Turn the power back on, Jake.

Why the f*** did you come here anyway?

Good question.

(sighs)

Hey, look, I understand you.

I really do.

- Don't forget that sh*t.

- I don't have a problem with Marlin.

But if that fat b*tch

has a better chance at Jake than I do,

then why is it my fault

that she has body-image issues?

Like, that's her problem, you know?

She makes a choice to be fat,

so it's totally all on her, you know?

It's like... what does that

have to do with me?

What does that have to do with Jake,

you know?

It's like...

You know what I mean?

I have no idea

what you're talking about.

You OK?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

Yeah, she's fine.

And I'm bored.

Messing with the fuse box wasn't fun?

Oh, no. No, that was fun.

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