Hostel Page #5

This is my jacket.

It's from Oli.

"I go home"?

I don't know,

maybe his battery died.

Hey, Kana, when are you leaving?

I'm sorry. When are you going away?

Tomorrow, I go.

Okay, because we may go too.

Do you wanna go to the train with us?

To the train station?

Tomorrow, train?

Yeah, yeah.

-Hello, Josh.

-Hey.

-Hey.

-Come, we go for disco?

Actually, I just wanna find my friend

and get the f*** out of here.

Okay, we'll see you.

Hey, guys, hold up a sec.

We'll be right out.

Okay.

-Josh, come here, dude.

-Yeah, what?

It's not their fault Oli disappeared,

so stop acting like it is.

-I'm annoyed he'd ditch us.

-I'm pissed too.

But we're not in America.

I mean, people meet each other

and split without saying sh*t.

It's just how they do it over here.

As well as we may think we know Oli,

we don't really know him.

He could've gone

somewhere with that girl.

F***, maybe he's in Iceland.

The guy's got a daughter.

So let's look at our options.

We can A, f*** these girls one more

night and then head to Barcelona...

...or B, not f*** them,

then head to Barcelona anyway.

Think about it. When I'm studying for

the bar and you're writing your thesis...

...this is the sh*t

we're gonna think about.

Okay. All right, he doesn't show up,

it's his problem.

-It's his problem.

-All right.

All right.

Hey, Kana, you wanna go

to the disco with us?

You know, disco?

Dancing?

No?

Josh?

-I'm gonna go back.

-Are you okay?

I'm, like... I'm tired.

Actually, I have, like, a headache.

If you want, I will go with you.

No, no, no, I'll just see you

back at the room.

Goodbye.

F***ing p*ssy.

-Josh.

-Vala.

You don't look well.

-No, I...

-Here, let me help you.

I feel sick.

Where is...?

Where is Oli?

You need rest.

Where's the restroom?

Past the bar, in the back.

You guys cool?

-Vodka Red Bull.

-Vodka Red Bull, danke.

Yeah.

Hey!

Hey!

Open the door.

Oh, f***.

What the f...?

Oh, f***.

What...? Who are you?

What the f...? Where the f*** am I?

What the f*** is this sh*t?

Please, please...

F***. Please, please, please...

I didn't f***ing do sh*t to you,

what the f***!

Please, please, what the...?

Please, no, sir.

Please f***ing stop. Please!

What the f***?

Please, I didn't f***ing do anything.

What the f***?

What the f***?

This is such f***ing bullshit.

What the f*** is this?

What? No! No, please don't...!

What the...?

No, no, f***ing don't you... No, no!

Oh, my God, no, no!

Oh, my f***ing God!

Oh, my God! No, no, no, no!

Oh, please. What the f***?

No, no, no, no, f***! No!

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

You.

Why?

I always wanted to be a surgeon...

...but the boards wouldn't pass me.

Can you guess why?

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