Can't Take It Back

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1

[ wind blowing ]

- [ typing ]

- GIRL:
No, no, no, no.

I said I was sorry.

Sorry. Sorry. I'm sorry.

Sorry. I'm sorry.

Okay, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I said I was sorry.

And I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm--I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. Sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I-I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I-I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I...

[ crickets chirping ]

GIRL:
You disgusting b*tch.

[ stops typing ]

- [ panting ]

No. No. No. No.

[ floor creaking ]

- [ moaning ]

[ wind blowing ]

[ creaking ]

[ light crackling ]

[ light crackling ]

- Hello?

[ light crackling ]

[ gasping ]

[ screams ]

[ glass shatters ]

[ crowd chattering ]

[ cheering, whooping ]

[ splash ]

[ cheering ]

- Yeah, Nicole!

- Yeah, get it!

- Whoo!

- Kristen, I'm looking at you.

- All right, come on.

You're up new girl.

Let's see what you got.

- No, I--I don't have

a swimsuit.

- Don't be lame.

It's just your undies.

- Whoa, we don't have

all night, losers!

- Come on.

Show us what's under there.

- Come on. Just--

- No, okay,

I'll go if you stop that.

- Come on. What?

- [ laughs ]

- Here she goes.

- [ cheering ]

- Yeah!

- Kristen!

- [ chanting ]

Kristen! Kristen! Kristen!

Kristen! Kristen! Kristen!

Kristen!

Kristen! Kristen!

- Kristen! Kristen! Kristen!

- [ whooping ]

- Kristen!

Kristen! Kristen!

[ cell phone clatters ]

- Kristen!

- Come on!

- [ cheering, whooping ]

- Kristen!

- Whoo!

- Kristen! Kristen!

Kristen! Kristen!

Kristen! Kristen!

- Whoo! Yeah!

- You got it, girl!

- [ cheering ]

- Kristen!

- Come on!

- Jump! You can do it! Jump!

Jump!

- Come on, loser!

- Let's go! Jump!

- Yeah!

- [ cheering ]

[ music playing ]

- [ screams ]

[ overlapping chatter ]

- Sorry.

It's a little too back.

- No, keep going.

Yeah.

- Oh, I just--

- Come on.

- Ah.

- Come on.

- You can't hang, Nicole.

Face facts.

- That's a fact, punk. Gah.

Unh. Yeah. Yeah.

[ laughs ]

Gotta take a photo of this one.

- No, no, no. Okay, all right.

- Get ready for your punishment.

- Punish me. Punish me, baby.

I'm cool with that.

- Careful what you wish for.

- Do you guys

have a bottle opener?

- [ laughing ]

- It's a twist-off.

What is this, your first party?

[ bottle cap clinks ]

- [ laughs ]

[ girl laughs ]

- Hey, girl, isn't this

the most epic night ever?

- Yes.

- We have to document this.

[ camera clicks ]

Perf. I'm posting it.

[ chuckles ]

Ah, you've discovered Jake.

Hey, Jake.

- Shh.

- What?

- Come play quarters

with me and new girl.

She's got the hots for you.

[ laughs ]

- Thanks, but I--

I gotta head home.

- She'll make it

worth your while.

- Sorry. She's an idiot.

- I know.

Hey, rain check, definitely.

- Screw Jake.

We'll have our own fun.

Come on. Let's rage.

[ piano music playing ]

[ crickets chirping ]

[ cell phone chimes ]

[ camera clicks ]

Mm, take another shot.

[ laughs ]

Oop.

- [ chuckles ]

- Dang.

- Cheers.

- Ah.

- [ sighs ]

- [ coughs ]

- Hey, you know

my friend Amber, right?

She goes to Sacred Heart.

- [ panting ]

- No. Why?

- It's just I've called and

texted her a bunch of times,

and she hasn't responded

in, like, 10 days.

- That's weird.

- I know.

It's starting

to freak me out a little bit.

I'm gonna look her up

on Facebook.

I don't know.

Hmm.

"Found an old friend

still online, sent her a note.

Dare you to do the same."

What the hell?

[ laughs ]

Oh, my God. No way.

Dude, her profile is still up.

[ scoffs ] No way.

- Who is that?

- Morgan Rose.

She, uh,

went to our middle school,

was the biggest

freak whore ever. God.

We're back.

Let's see

how bad Amber burned her.

[ laughing ]

Oh, my God.

Dude, that is, like,

so f***ed up.

Damn.

We have to do it, too. Okay.

- [ typing ]

- Mm...

Take that, b*tch.

Your turn.

Light her up.

- I could never top that.

- Okay, look,

school is starting,

and we need to show

these underclass b*tches

who runs sh*t, 'kay?

Consider this practice.

And trust me, she deserves it.

- But...

- Go on.

Dude, you're, like,

really good at this.

Oh, my God.

- I can't post that. That's...

- You did it. I'm proud of you.

[ laughs ]

Come on.

Let's take another shot.

[ birds chirping ]

[ dog barking ]

- [ sighs ]

[ sighs ]

Oh, no.

- I think

we can stop pretending.

I know you flirt with boys

on the computer

and stay out 'til 4 A.M.

- Sorry if I woke you up

last night.

- Sorry?

It's your senior year.

I want you to have fun.

- Um...

hey, are you sure

I can't go with you?

- The old house

already sold, honey.

We're just going to sign

some papers.

This is home now.

[ knock on door ]

- Hey, girls.

- [ laughs ]

- Hi.

- Jane, the cab's here.

- Oh.

- Okay, sweetie, we'll call

when we get to Grandma's?

- Okay.

- Okay, and I left you money--

- On the counter, yeah,

and you left food in the fridge.

And you left me

all the phone numbers,

even though I have them

on my phone...

- I know.

- as well as my email.

- We're dinosaurs, I know. Bye.

- Hey, no parties.

[ footsteps ]

Maybe one party.

Little one. You know,

somebody needs

to break the place in.

- Okay. [ laughs ]

[ chime ]

[ laughing ]

[ school bell rings ]

[ overlapping chatter ]

[ P.A. squeals ]

- Welcome back,

and let's give a big warm

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