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Yeah. Let's go.

Hey, where you going?

Yeah, well, not here. Later, J.

What do you mean, "accident"?

Don't put your fingers

where they don't belong.

- You might lose them.

- What?

Brooke, stop! You're drunk!

The b*tch thing is getting

kind of old, all right?

It's not the 80s anymore.

Go drive your scooter

into a tree and film it!

Nobody would care,

especially not Rachel!

And you, Mr. Innocent.

Don't act like Angel

was your first.

What?

Tell me you and Jordan didn't leave that

little old lady for dead in the woods.

(SCREAMS)

Oh, sh*t!

Oh, my God!

What'll we do?

I'm getting the hell outta here.

We have to wait for the police!

- F*** that!

- We can't just leave her here!

You wanna do five to ten for

manslaughter, be my guest, pal!

- Not me!

- He's right, Jason.

Look, she's old.

She probably had a good life.

We can't go to jail!

Come on, let's go!

Sh*t!

Is it true?

Baby, you better

believe it's true.

He's a real piece of sh*t.

Just like the rest of us.

I can't believe it.

Why? 'Cause you loved him?

(CRYING)

Hey.

F***, Brooke!

- What?

- What?

You're gonna get us all

arrested for starters!

What is wrong with you?

Anyways.

Brad, it's Tim.

Brooke has lost her sh*t, okay?

She's just spewing words

in front of everybody.

Chaos. Call me back.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Are you gonna get that?

Just ignore it.

You want me?

You know I do.

You think I'm hot?

Yeah.

Tell me I'm hot.

You're so f***ing hot.

Am I hotter than Brooke?

Yeah, you're so hot.

Yeah, but tell me

I'm hotter than Brooke.

You're hotter than Brooke.

Yeah?

(CLATTERING)

Wait!

What was that?

I don't hear anything.

Brad, seriously.

What?

Just look.

I'm looking.

Yeah, I don't see anything.

Babe, don't worry.

I'll protect you.

She shouldn't have been running her

mouth where she doesn't belong.

How dare you bring

her here, by the way!

She's nice!

Maybe you'd realize that if

you could get over yourself!

No wonder your parents hate you.

Get the f*** out of my house!

And don't come back till

you're ready to treat me

the way I deserve to be treated!

I do treat you the way

you deserve to be treated.

It's so f***ing hot in here.

I'm ready to go now.

Okay.

Oh, f***.

(CHUCKLES)

(SCREAMS)

Rachel?

Rachel? Rachel!

(YELLING)

- B*tch!

- (WHIRRING)

Rachel!

Guys?

Guys?

Oh, sh*t.

Rachel?

Brad?

Brad?

(CLATTERING)

Rachel?

Rachel?

(EXHALING)

Damn it, boys.

What have you gotten

yourselves into now?

(CRYING)

I told you not to go messing

around out there, didn't I?

Please don't!

It's not even that bad!

(CRYING)

Shut up.

(MUFFLED SCREAMING)

You're an animal!

Mama's boy.

(CRYING)

(GASPS) Oh, my God!

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