Most Likely to Die Page #8

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playing over speakers )

Hello?

Is anybody here?

Lamont.

Guys?

( Screaming )

Help!

Help!

( Struggling to breath )

( engine struggles, quits )

Jade:
You know what the

creepiest part is?

All of it?

Yeah, but...

Brad's right.

I mean,

you're my best friend.

We get together once a year.

We text.

Come on, Gaby.

What do you really know

about my life,

or me about yours?

Your life on the poker tour...

I can't even imagine that.

When we were kids,

we actually knew each other.

We've grown up.

We've all changed.

( Chuckles )

- What?

- People don't change.

They just become better at being

the shits that they were.

Speak for yourself.

I am, okay?

I mean, look at us.

I make a living off trusting

nobody, least of all myself.

Gaby.

Freddie's still hustling.

Brad's still trading

on his charm.

You're still...

What?

I'm still what?

You're still here, Jade,

in the one-horse town

we were born in.

Why are you still here?

I'm gonna wait at the house.

I'm sorry.

Jesus.

You want to analyze this, Gaby?

Fine, go ahead.

But I'm not gonna

stick around for it.

Oh, God.

Oh, my God.

Damn it, DJ.

Oh, my God, now is not the time

to be sneaking up on people.

- Sorry.

- Oh, f***.

Any sign of Freddie?

Plenty, if you count

regurgitated pizza.

But no Freddie in the flesh.

No Ray either.

I mean, why would he

stick around?

Why would he kill Ashley?

Well, she used to cheat

on him a lot.

And maybe the cut

from the Rangers

was just too much

for him to handle.

The Rangers thing, maybe.

But I don't see him

giving a sh*t

about who Ashley f***ed.

He's not like you and me.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, let's just say

we both kept track

of who screwed us.

You think I'm like that?

Come on, your grudge

for Campbell

has been growing so big

over the last 10 years,

by this point it can fill

the Grand Canyon.

But do you let him have it

when he walks through the door?

No, you just ignore him,

pretend he doesn't exist.

Holding that sh*t in

is dangerous.

So what, I should

just prank him?

Hey, it keeps me sane.

And it gave me a rep

in high school

of something more

than a reject loser.

If it weren't for the pranks,

I'd have ended up

just like John Dougherty.

Okay, I'm not like you, DJ.

I just handle things

differently.

That's bullshit.

You were just like me.

In high school,

you were a fighter,

a survivor.

And once you realized that school

band wasn't doing much for your rep,

you traded in your clarinet

for a set of pompoms.

And by senior year,

you were dating one of the

most popular boys in school.

Yeah, and look

where that got me.

Campbell f***ed you over.

And after that, you changed.

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