I'll Always Know What You Did Last Summer Page #7
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- Year:
- 2006
- 92 min
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No, no, no, guys.
We got to stick together here.
Fine. Then we're all going to the show.
Look, you play your song,
then we get in the car,
and we'll head out of there.
Whatever.
I'm not hanging around here all day,
I'll meet you there.
Buy me a ticket.
Here. This is how
we got the idea for that damn prank.
What is this?
Zoe put all this together.
We thought it was a big hoax,
but it turns out to be based on a real guy.
On the 4th of July, this guy goes crazy.
Supposedly it was some kind of revenge.
Then a year later, he goes after them again,
on some island in the Caribbean
and dies there.
- Starting his own legend.
- Yeah.
They were all stalked for a few days
before July 4.
Sounds familiar.
I finally graduate high school, my real life
is supposed to be starting and look at me,
I'm worried that I'm even going to make it
through the night.
I'll be here with you.
Yeah.
You always have been.
Oh, aren't you two
cute.
Glad you could make it.
- Zoe goes on soon.
- Yeah, I can't f ricking wait.
- You're drunk.
- No, I'm self-medicated.
- You want some?
- No, thank you.
So, lancey pants, where's your Uncle
who's not trying to kill us?
He's working.
- Okay, let's move it along.
- The night's still young, right?
Yeah. Let's just go in.
This sucks!
I'm going to get another cocktail.
Colby.
Colby don't...
I'll be back in a second.
Show time!
- Try not to die out there.
- Let's roll. Come on, let's go.
Okay, people, next up,
let's get ready to rock and roll
with Zoe and the hooks!
- She's good.
- No. She's awesome!
Your Uncle's right there.
Yeah, I found it, man.
Thanks for the hook up, dude.
All right, later.
All right.
Babe, you rocked up there.
That was incredible.
An agent from L.A. asked for my info.
- That's awesome!
- I know!
So can we go now?
All right.
Would you chill? Nothing's going to happen
in the next two minutes.
Ready?
Come on! Come on!
Where is he?
We got to find a way out of here.
Where the hell are we?
- Where's Zoe?
- I don't know.
Where the hell is she?
Amber? Lance?
Come on, please!
Come on, please!
Amber!
Oh, God.
No, don't.
No!
Zoe!
I know, I know. We got to get help.
Come on.
Hafner, we got a problem. You copy?
- Yeah, go ahead.
- I got a dead girl at the back of the lodge.
- Call for backup.
- Copy that.
Come out of there!
Uncle Paul, please, you don't understand.
- He's trying to kill us.
Who's trying to kill you? Where is he?
- Yo!
- Colby, where are you?
I'm having some vodka.
- He's here.
- Who's here?
- The fisherman.
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